you're out with jason todd, either decided to go to the mall or out for a walk together, and the moment you walk past a bookstore you notice his gaze automatically locking on the books on display and his steps slowing down to better inspect them, trying to be subtle about it but accidentally tugging on your hand that he was holding in his by doing so. noticing his obvious interest, you suggest going in.
you stand next to him while he browses the books once inside the store, attentively staring at them and walking very slowlyâif anything at all. you also pick up certain books that catch your attention or focus on specific sections that you like, but he seems to intend to check every aisle on the store.
you see his eyes widening as he goes "oh, look what they have" and picks up a book, with a smile showing on his face. he inspects the cover and the back of the book and goes through the pages a few times before turning to you. he tells you about how he's been meaning to read it, what he knows about the book and why he thinks it's interesting, that he's familiar with the author and loves their work and also explains why it is that he likes it so much. he looks adorable rambling to you, his face lighting up as he remembers the details and gesturing with his hands while he explains them to you, it's like all he cares about is talking to you about it rather than the book itself.
it's the same as he keeps going through the rest of the books. he tells you about the books he's read and liked the most and what makes them so good, facts about the making of certain book that he finds interesting, why he hates a specific book or how certain saga fell off after certain book. he makes two steps, stops, picks up a book, remembers all the things he has to tell you about it, keeps walking and then does it again. he gets excited when he sees a new edition of a book he's never seen before or one that he's been looking for, and tells you about the one he owns or which other one he'd like to buy. he picks up a book with a silly drawing on the cover, laughs at it and then he's immediately turning it to you so you can see it and laugh too before putting it back where he found it.
everything that catches his attention at the store, he just has to let you know about. he doesn't need to do it, he could be silent while going through the books, he doesn't have to tell you about his decision to buy certain book or not to, or to tell you anecdotes that seeing a specific book reminded him of, but he'd been meaning to talk about these things with someone, he'd been waiting for the opportunity to show up and it finally has now that he's found someone he trusts enough to tell all these silly things to.
at certain point you stopped paying too much attention to the books for yourself, conforming with walking behind jason and listening to what he has to say instead, but then you hear him saying "look, they have the book you wanted to get", holding it up for you with a soft smile on his face. it seems like the whole time you spent at the bookstore was just a constant reminder of what makes you love jason so much.
you end up walking out of the store with a new book for you, two more for jason and too many feelings for the man who randomly decided to open up to you on a bookstore.
đৠthis was one of those works that reminds me i donât actually know english omg iâm sorry if thereâs any mistakes,, also i know this probably sucks bc itâs pretty vague so sorry about that too lol
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Jason Todd is a sweetheart when you're drunk, but a complete mess when he is.
Whenever you decide to let loose a bit, whether to only get tipsy or just get smashed drunk, because the drinks were fruity and tasty--Jason is there. He will pick you up from wherever you went out to, or just help you back home if you attended a party together. He carries your heels for you and has you draped over his shoulder. You never have to worry about waking up with your makeup smudged all over the pillows, because he learned how to take it off for you. He puts you to bed, changes you into the most comfortable pyjamas you own and sits on the edge of the bed with makeup wipes or cotton pads soaked with micellar water. He even puts on some of that moisturiser you love so much.
Then he prepares the nightstand for the morning after: fills up your water bottle and adds ice, has painkillers on the go, a big bowl just in case you need it. And then he joins you in bed and cuddles you until you pass out, listening to your mumbles about how perfect he is and how much everything is spinning, and how you're never drinking again. He's absolutely holding your hair back in the bathroom, rubbing your back and carries you around if you're dead on your feet.
Drunk Jason however...
Oh that boy is a mess. He doesn't get drunk often, mind you. He needs to be alert all the time and it's just hard to let go. But if you reassure him hundreds of times that it's okay to have some fun once in a while, you make a mental note to never do it again. Drunk Jason is clingy, messy and absolutely adorable. You can barely bring the big guy home, but once you do, he's sprawled on the bed like a starfish. Groaning about his head, whining that he loves you so much. If you manage to get him ready for bed, which takes much longer than you'd like to admit, he's all over you. His hands are caressing you, his face is smushed between your breasts.
Can't forget about the drunken sex.
You try to explain to your endearing boyfriend that he's out of it and sex can wait, but he will just whine more. You can't help, but chuckle, before his lips are messily moving against yours and his hips are rutting into you clumsily. For half of it, Jason doesn't even realise he's not inside you. He's just grinding his cock against you like a needy puppy, but you let him. He's a whimpering mess, mumbling I love you's and you're so perfect all the time, until the pressure is too much. He cums so quickly when drunk and it's messy, adding another fifteen minutes to clean him and yourself up. You watch over him when he's passed out, already preparing for his hangover tomorrow morning.
Jason Todd, who is the definition of âmy girl can wear whatever she wants, I can fightâ. To him, you could be wearing the baggiest, oldest articles of clothing that you own and you would still be the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes upon. Now, when you two go out together? When you get all dressed up and are downright giddy to show him? Oh, that man is on his knees for you. Whether it is revealing or not, Jason does not care, for you somehow find it in yourself to become more and more stunning every single time he looks at you. Out and about in public, he always has a hand on you in some way. Whether it be on your lower back- or an arm wrapped securely around you- he keeps you close. Nobody in their right mind would take even one glance at the two of you and decide that making a comment about your appearance was a smart idea. And if someone was somehow stupid enough to try, you best believe Jason would be unleashing hell upon them. Youâre his girl, and you can wear whatever you want because you are beautiful in everything and nobody can take that away from you. He wonât let them.
more bf!jason todd x fem!reader headcanons because I canât stop thinking about this man
bf!jason who used to hate cooking, living off of shitty takeout and protein bars, until you came along.
bf!jason who cooks you your favorite dish on your first date, and canât stop blushing when you wonât stop complimenting him and his cooking.
bf!jason who becomes your personal chef and meal preps you lunch for work.
bf!jason who has a habit of catching you distracted and pinching your waist, only for you to swat at him while he just smirks at you softly.
bf!jason who loves listening to you talk. he could be making dinner while you sit on the counter, telling him all about your day and your annoying co worker. he softly smiles as he watches you talk on and on.
bf!jason who is attentive and remembers everything you tell him. your favorite book that you read in seventh grade, the name of your first pet, that you absolutely hate peanuts but love peanut butter.
bf!jason who tells you he isnât a big fan of kids and babies, but you still catch him cheesing at every baby and making faces at kids while the two of you are outside. everytime.
bf!jason who loves spending time with you, laying together on the couch while you both doze off for a nap.
bf!jason who wakes up with the occasional nightmare and hates waking you, but still needs your comfort, so he reaches under the blanket and takes your hand in his, carefully placing two fingers over you wrist.
bf!jason who still flushes when he sees you in his clothes. the first time he saw you in nothing but his shirt and your panties, he couldnât look you in the eyes for the rest of the day.
bf!jason who is a total thigh guy, always having a hand on your leg, squeezing softly, or laying down with his head on your lap, nuzzling into the warmth of you thighs.
bf!jason who still gets shy around you, realizing that youâre his and that you actually chose him and continue to choose him everyday.
bf!jason who almost cries every time you remember something about him, knowing you took the time to listen to him and willingly remember his favorite drink or tv show.
bf!jason who hates to disappoint you. he canât stand you being mad at him and always insist you donât go to bed angry with each other. he also isnât ever angry at you.
bf!jason who feels bad when you see him all bruised after patrol, sometimes afraid seeing him like this will finally make you leave.
bf!jason who insists he can patch himself up, but is so glad when you donât take no for an answer and take care of him.
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SATORU WAS laying on his back, a lazy arm draped around your waist while you slept against his chest. Your cheek squished against him, your lips slightly parted. He brushed the hair out your face to see you better.
âYouâre kidding me,â he whispered to himself, a smirk pulling at his lips. He poked your cheek gently, the overwhelming urge to just squeeze you and kiss you hit him all at once, you just looked so cute in the mornings. His self control lasted about three seconds, his finger gently poking your cheek, giggling to himself. You frowned in your sleep as if even your unconscious self disapproved his actions, but his heart just melted even more.
Unable to stop himself, he wraps his arms even tighter around you, pulling you impossibly closer against him as he rolled onto his side, placing kisses all over your head. âFucking adorable..â
A muffled groan came from against his chest, your eyebrows knitted together as you started to wake up from all the fuss. Your hands push at his chest, he loosened his arms around you.
You look up at him, blinking several times as your eyes adjusted to the light. âThere she is,â he beamed, pinching your cheek.
â..what are you doing?â You slap his hand away gently, clearly not amused from the fact you had been woken up so early because of him squeezing and poking you.
âYou just looked to cute sleeping, i couldnât help it.â He kisses your forehead, then your cheek before placing a kiss on your lips, pulling back to admire you again, looking way too pleased with himself. You look away, going shy from being called cute, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks. âWhatever..â He almost squealed like an idiot from the sight, pulling you close against him again. âI canât believe your real.â
âSatoru.â The warning in your voice only made him giggle more. Even though you were annoyed, he couldnât help but feel a little amused by the whole thing. âOkay, okay. Iâm sorry.â He kisses your head once more before finally releasing you.
I just imagined Jason upgrading something in his suit without much thought that anybody would notice, because itâs just some detail that would make moving quicker or fighting easier. Maybe different plates, something about his helmet, or boots. And then reader noticing it right away before heâs gone for patrol; commenting on it with approval and excitement, and Jason is not able to think about anything else for the rest of the night, because what do you mean you noticed something so small, and you liked it, and asked what exactly the new upgrade did? patrol could go to hell, because in that moment he wanted to just show you every piece of his equipment if it meant you looked at him with those big and excited, and curious eyes, and asked questions (and made him feel noticed)â
Jason Todd, who needs you like he needs to breathe- scratch that, he needs you more than he needs to breathe. He genuinely cannot sleep unless youâre by his side, cuddling him or even holding his hand. He struggles to keep from hyperventilating after a rough night of patrol unless youâre right there in front of him, cupping his face and peppering little kisses anywhere you can reach. Crowds make him nervous, he canât even walk through the city unless youâre in arms reach, where he can pull you to his side in order to keep himself grounded. He searches for you in every single room he enters, even if he knows you wonât be there. Call him cheesy, but he keeps a photo booth strip of the two of you from one of your dates by the pier in his wallet, he pulls it out to look at whenever he needs to calm himself down and youâre not around. Jason needs you so much, it literally hurts, and he wouldnât have it any other way.
Frat boy kuna who tries to convince you to elope with him while, you guys are finishing up college. He knows itâs not ideal for you even in the slightest but fuck he wanted to be yours so badly. Sukuna was obsessed with you, it wasnât enough to just show you off at frat parties or tattoo your name on him all over, he needed to be your husband. He knew how important your studies were to you though, and it was no way you would stop them just to have a marriage ceremony. Thatâs why eloping was the next best thing for him. He spent hours looking at rings just to get you to at least consider the idea. Even a maybe was better than nothing. You guys had been in his room at the frat house when he popped the question. His large body laying on top of yours entrapping you with his warmth to cover you from the aching cold of the back to school season.
âWould you say itâs too soon for us to get married?â
âWhat?â
âI meanâŚwould you? Honestly, what do you think about it?"
âI canât tell if youâre joking or not.â
âI donât joke about shit like that. Iâm serious. Whatâs stopping us? We could just go to the courthouse and get married and not tell anyone. Then we would have one another forever.â
âYou been thinking about marrying me Kuna? Thatâs so cute.â âMâ being for real right now and youâre joking.â
ââŚâ
ââŚâ
âWell itâs not a horrible idea. Elope now and then have a big wedding when we graduate and have good jobs.â
Sukuna sat up so fast he nearly fell off the bed and had to grab on to you to steady his grip. He couldnât believe you were actually consider it. He thought itâd be a flat out no.
âReally?â
âYou gonna promise me a real big wedding later onâ
âbaby idk give you the damn world if you want it. You make me so happy you know that?â
â đźatoru gojo coos you over the edge ! (ËśËđˇËËś) based off this (not a p!link), unprotected p in v, whipped!gojo, praise, pet names (baby/babygirl, sweetheart, angel)
the sounds in the once quiet room are obsceneâ breathy moans, loud squelching with each precise thrust of gojo's hips, and the bed frame thunking against the wall.
he's so deep inside you, you feel him in your throat. all you can do is claw at his broad back desperately, leaving angry red marks in your wake. "toruâ ohfuck--!" you're struggling to catch your breath, "s'too much!" his pace is unrelenting, so the least he can do is talk you through it.
"m'sorry, babygirl, i know" his breath fans over your skin as he coos at you so sweetly, a direct opposite to the way he's fucking into you. "s'big, huh?" he's practically cradling you, holding you so close to his chest that you feel his heart beating a frantic rhythm against yours.
he pulls your face from hiding in the crook of his neck all to press gentle, reverent kisses over your flushed skin. "my precious girl," he praises, "doin' so good for me, my perfect baby" he moans softly when he feels your pussy flutter around him at his sweet words.
"there you go, you like that?" his voice isn't teasing in the slightest, all genuine loving words, all reserved for you.
that familiar heat is growing low in your belly, his cock hitting your g-spot only intensifying the pressure. "m'closeâ g'na make me cum--" you manage to breathe out some resemblance of a sentence, through his overwhelming affection and each word coming out as a moan, talking proves to be a bit difficult.
"yeah?" his voice is low and smooth, "y'can't help it, i know sweetheart," he rubs your arm tenderly, "gonna help you, okay? can i do that baby?" you can tell just how enamored he is by you, speaking to you and loving on you like you're the only person in the world, gazing at you like you hung the stars just for him.
you nod dumbly, not caring to ask what he means with how fucked-out you are, brain a pile of mush. before you can compute, he snakes his hand down between the two of you and finds your puffy folds, spreading them. you gasp, hands squeezing at his biceps. "s'okay" he reassures you, thumb finding your sensitive clit and rubbing tight circles on the bud.
it's enough to make you cry out in pleasure, enough to make you gush around his cock. gojo groans at the feeling, watching your expression in pure awe. "i know, baby" his pace never falters, so close to the edge himself. "there you go, let it all outâ" his balls tighten up as he hits his peak, still holding you close, wanting there to be no space between the two of you. he fucks into you a few last times while spilling his warm release deep inside of you, a heady feeling.
he nearly pants, not bothering to pull out when he flops down beside you and pulls you to lay on his chest. you're worn out, and thoroughly satisfied. "did so good, sweet girl" he's smiling, cooing at you and scratching your back soothingly. you simply hum in response, words failing you.
he lets out a chuckle, "my sleepy angel..." his cheesy words could make you laugh if you weren't so spent, so you settle on curling into the comfort of him further, letting him pamper you with his voice.
as you both doze off, you swear you can hear him whisper a little "love you", and you know he means it. because you're all his, and he's all yours.
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my train of thought destroyed
jason todd's three bs- back, biceps and brain!
playing | second nature- clairo
Honestly, the sight should be illegal.
After a long, tiring day of classes and running all over Gotham, you finally finished all your remaining assignments and errands to complete. To give yourself a tap on your shoulder from the hard work, you decided to get a fun dinner to take home to the safety of your apartment, where your boyfriend was waiting for you as he left his job just a little while before you were done.
Meddling with the keys, you managed to open the door and automatically went to leave the stuff you were carrying on top of the kitchenâs island, talking into the silence of the home as you began to explain how your day was. Still moving around to set down all of your bags from the day, you barely glanced at the man lying on your couch who was looking at you with his full attention diverted towards your actions since you arrived.
When you started to explain a more dramatic part of your day, you turned towards him for the first time since you entered, and you finally got to take a good look at him, action that left you very much flabbergasted, all thoughts running from your head as you stared at him.
Jason was just laying on the couch, perched in a way that should definitely be uncomfortable for anyone, but he kept insisting that it was perfect to support his back and neck. He was shirtless, muscles on his upper back moving as his head turned to keep you in his sights constantly as you moved with precision all over the place.
On top of his sweatpants, a book was lying there with his bookmark in the middle, possible from when you entered the room and he diverted his attention to you. He had a calm, easy expression on his face, not a full-blown smile but also not the tense furrow in his brow whenever he left the confines of your apartment. His hair was a bit tousled, as if he had been tangling it involuntarily and tried to fix it once he realised what he was doing.
You were a bit flustered in the middle of the living room in front of him, at which he just beckoned you forward until you stood in front of him. From there, you could see his muscles even better, now appreciating how slivers of the setting daylight found themselves lying on top of his shoulders and upper chest. He seemed to relish the feeling, curling towards those hints of sun as you cat did, who was also near those sparse rays sprawled across his abdomen, purring loudly.
He was now smiling softly as his hands entwined with yours, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as you melted internally at his affections. Looking at each other in fondness, you properly greeted each other with muttered âHi babyâs and âHey sweetgeartâs while he sat up, moving both the book which you now realised was one of your favourites, and your cat to the side to focus on you.
His arms rippled and moved as he began stretching a bit to dull the ache in his joints, and you used the occasion to shamelessly stare at him before you began to dote on each other.
You could appreciate clearly how hard he worked on his physique, a young teenager once filled with anger who re-focused it on getting stronger became what is now a wall of safety for you, his family and friends and anyone who needed help. His back and arms were littered with scars, some fading, some bigger that hurted when it got colder, and some other with backstories he feared to remember.
Nonetheless, there he stood, shoulders as big as your head creaking and groaning as he moved them over his head and to the sides, and in that latter position, his ridiculously huge arms spread out wide too. A funny fact you found out recently is that your cat also adored Jasonâs biceps, as she also rested her head over the top of the big muscle while she cuddled up to both of you, mimicking her owner, aka, you.
His back looked a bit tight from the position, and you made a mental note to give him a gentle rub later, totally not using the opportunity to touch and admire his back in any way shape or form you could imagine. Sometimes, when he finished a workout and came home directly after instead of going to back to work, you swear you could see every individual muscle move as he made tea for you, also shirtless (you both knew what he was doing; neither said anything).
But being realistically, you also admired how his brain worked. He was so smart and so sharp in a way that never let you feel small of dumb that it got attractive over time: yes, you never thought he wasnât intelligent, but seeing him solve a case Dick struggled with over a simple phone call with the younger one where he just figured it out instantly and gave him the following steps was still one of the hottest things heâd done.
Jason finally stood up and engulfed you with those muscles you were just daydreaming about and laid his forehead in the crook of your neck, sighing deeply as he tried to pull you closer to him. You also used the occasion to gently glide your nails over his back knowing how much he adored the feeling, and he shivered gently at the movements, never pulling away for a second.
Now feeling instantly recharged, he returned to his standing position, his hands moving to grab your waist as you kept shamelessly admiring his body. âHey, sweetheart, eyes up hereâ he called over, bemused at the situation. âHmm, but I donât know where to look at. Like, yes, you are so face-attractive but goddamn, I come home to this every night and you have a proper personality and I know I sound like a fangirl right now but I donât care, let me love on you a bit, you always do so for me either wayâ you replied with an amused glint in you eyes.
Grabbing tighter onto your waist as he smiled with a wicked grin plastered on his face, you could see the gears turning in his head as he quickly maneuvered to grab onto your tights and back to carry you bridal style. Letting out a silly noise and giggles in surprise, you were smiling widely as he looked at you and kissed you softly, moving you over to where he was before.
Caging you with his body, he laid you down gently on the couch and he finally rested his body on top of your, making sure that the position was comfortable and he wasnât crushing you down. Your cat made her presence known again as she lazily stretched too from the corner where she was dozed off, and she paraded her way onto Jasonâs exposed back, purring once again. Moving your hands to rest near her, you went back to scratching softly the area as your boyfriend melted deeper into you.
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ŕ˛.pairing: Nerd!Satoru x Nerd!Reader
ŕ˛.content & warnings: ę°non canon au âŽâŽ crack! âŽâŽ reader & satoru are heavily inexperienced âŽâŽ Satoru being annoying otp âŽâŽ bad sexting âŽâŽ masturbation m & f âŽâŽ reader humps a pillow âŽâŽ oral. fem rec âŽâŽ loos of virginity âŽâŽ p in v âŽâŽ multi-orgasms âŽâŽ c-pied âŽâŽ cum eating âŽâŽ kissingęą
It had been a week. One whole week since the two of you had officially, undeniably, ridiculously become a couple. Your boyfriend. You still were not entirely sure how that word had ended up belonging to Satoru Gojo.
Sometimes you would be doing something completely ordinary. Brushing your teeth. Standing in line at the grocery store. Trying to decide what to eat for dinner. And your brain would suddenly go. Oh. Satoru is your boyfriend. Then you would have to stand there for a moment. Staring blankly at whatever was in front of you while your face slowly heated.
It was stupid. You had had boyfriends before. Technically. Wellâ Maybe not. Okay. No. Not really. But Satoru was different. Satoru was the person who had somehow gone from a complete stranger you met at a Doraemon expo, to the man whose name sat permanently pinned at the top of your messages.
Your Satoru. Your boyfriend. And apparently, according to him you were his girlfriend. He had started using the word like he had been waiting his entire life for permission. "My girl." "My girlfriend." "Angel." "Pretty girl." "My favourite person."
The first time he called you my girl over text you stared at the message for a solid thirty seconds before throwing your phone onto your bed. Then you picked it right back up. Then you reread it. Then you buried your face in your pillow.
Satoru meanwhile had apparently been having an equally profound experience. Because somewhere between the movie theater and the following morning he realized something terrifying. He had a girlfriend. Satoru Gojo had a girlfriend. Not a temporary fling. Not someone he met at a party and forgot the next morning. Not a stranger whose number would eventually disappear somewhere in the endless scroll of his phone.
You.
You were the person he could text when he woke up. The person he could send stupid memes to. The person who actually laughed at his jokes. The person who would tolerate him rambling about something obscure for twenty minutes because you genuinely wanted to hear him talk. And perhaps most importantly you were the person who had seen him at his most embarrassingly enthusiastic and somehow still wanted him afterward.
That last part had been sitting in his head a lot. More than he would ever admit. Because the thing was. Satoru had never really thought he would have this. Not in the way he had always secretly wanted it. Someone who wanted to know him. Someone who wanted to stay. Someone who would curl against him and laugh until her stomach hurt because he said something stupid. Someone who would look at him like he was something precious.
It made him feel almost unbearably lucky. Which was annoying. Because Satoru Gojo did not like feeling unbearably anything. Except apparently unbearably lucky. And unbearably horny.
That was becoming a problem too. A very significant problem.
It had been a couple weeks since that wild night in the bathroom stall at the movies. Your first real date. The way his hands had found you there. Inside you. The heat and the rush and the desperate way you both clung to each other after. Confirming everything. He was your boyfriend now. You were his girl. Satoru Gojo was a lucky boy because he did not think he would ever have a girlfriend. Someone to spend time with. Someone to share his jokes with and hear your pretty laugh in return.
That night after he came to the realization that he actually had his hands on you. Inside you. It had all been so surreal. And now the two of you had been constantly talking over text. Even sexting. Yeah. Sexting.
The first time it happened started innocently enough. He had just gotten out of the shower.
You were lying in bed. Half watching something on your laptop when your phone buzzed. You picked it up. A message from Satoru.
toru đŠľ
showered
A smiled appeared on your face immediately, a big one, as your fingers clicked his message open and began typing.
you đŠˇ
congratulations?
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. Thenâ
toru đŠľ
wow
toru đŠľ
that's all i get
That made you giggle to yourself.
you đŠˇ
what do you want
His response took longer this time. Then your phone buzzed, a picture??? Why was he sending a picture right now, you took a sharp inhale.
And opened it. And immediately sat up. Satoru was standing in what looked like his dorm room, obviously. You've been there a couple of times to recognise the background. He was still wet. A towel hanging loosely around his neck. He wasn't smiling properly exactly. It was more of that lazy little half smirk he did when he knew precisely what he was doing. Your heart gave one stupid, traitorous little thump.
You stared. Then stared some more. Your nipples tightened under your shirt just from the sight of him like that. Fresh from the shower. Skin still warm and damp.
you đŠˇ
oh
His reply came instantly.
toru đŠľ
oh?
You bit your lip, in anticipation
you đŠˇ
you look nice
toru đŠľ
nice?
you đŠˇ
yes
toru đŠľ
that's so romantic
You peered at your screen, then rolled your eyes.
you đŠˇ
shut up
toru đŠľ
no no i'm listening
toru đŠľ
tell me more about how nice i look
You could practically hear his voice. That amused teasing tone. Your pussy gave a slow warm throb as you typed.
you đŠˇ
your hair looks pretty
There was a pause. Longer this time. Thenâ
toru đŠľ
pretty?
You sighed, then frowned.
you đŠˇ
yes
toru đŠľ
you think i'm pretty?
Your cheeks warmed and there was heat pooling low in your belly now.
you đŠˇ
i didn't say that
toru đŠľ
you literally did
you đŠˇ
i said your hair is pretty
toru đŠľ
coward
You gasped... The audacity. No he did not.
you đŠˇ
excuse me?
toru đŠľ
you heard me
You were smiling madly, not being able to help it anymore.
you đŠˇ
your hair is pretty
you đŠˇ
your face is pretty
you đŠˇ
happy now?
His answer took almost a full minute.
toru đŠľ
very
Then another message.
toru đŠľ
you should send me a picture too
You looked down at yourself. You were wearing an oversized shirt, it was nothing special. Nothing remotely seductive. Your hair was messy. You had not done anything to look pretty. But your body was already reacting. Skin tingling. Pussy getting slick just from talking to him.
you đŠˇ
i'm in bed
toru đŠľ
i know
Your eyebrows lifted, a real psychic he is.
you đŠˇ
how?
toru đŠľ
because you just told me
You laughed, and shook your head unbelievably.
you đŠˇ
idiot
toru đŠľ
what are you wearing
Your smile faltered. Not because the question was shocking. It was just. Different. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. Your nipples were hard now. Pressing against the soft fabric.
you đŠˇ
clothes
His response came immediately.
toru đŠľ
wow
toru đŠľ
incredibly specific
You pressed your lips together.
you đŠˇ
an oversized shirt
toru đŠľ
whose?
You blinked.
you đŠˇ
mine
toru đŠľ
boring đ
you đŠˇ
you're annoying
He didn't waste time sending the next message.
toru đŠľ
take it off
Your stomach flipped, tf!? You stared at the words. A rush of shy heat flooded your face and between your legs.
you đŠˇ
...why?
The three dots appeared.
toru đŠľ
curiosity
Another message.
toru đŠľ
scientific research đ
You laughed so suddenly you had to cover your mouth. Your clit throbbed and you wanted to touch it. You wanted his voice telling you to.
you đŠˇ
you're such a nerd
toru đŠľ
says the girl who went to a fucking doraemon expo with me
you đŠˇ
i hate you
toru đŠľ
no you don't
Your fingers went still. Because he was right. You did not. You really really didn't.
you đŠˇ
no
Then.
you đŠˇ
i don't
His response was almost immediate.
toru đŠľ
yeah
toru đŠľ
i know
You stared at the screen. And then your phone rang.
You nearly dropped it.
"Satoru?"
His voice came through warm and slightly amused.
"Hi."
"You called."
"I did."
"Why?"
"You were taking too long to answer."
You smiled despite yourself.
"To what?"
"Anything."
You rolled onto your stomach now.
"Satoru."
"Angel."
The nickname was softer over the phone. That was the problem. Everything sounded different when he said it aloud. You tucked your face into your pillow. Your pussy was wet now. Aching.
"What?"
"Are you still wearing the shirt?"
You made a tiny noise of disbelief.
"You're still on that?"
"I'm persistent."
"You're annoying." Yes he definitely was.
"You like me."
"I do." ... "fucker" - You muttered that under your breath.
The silence afterward was immediate. You could hear him breathe, it was soft and shallow, like he himself was trying hard to stay still. It made you close your eyes. You smiled.
"What's wrong?" Your voice came out a little shaky, you didn't mean for it to.
"Nothing." He said voice calm, almost assuring.
"You went quiet."
"I'm appreciating the fact that my girlfriend just admitted she likes me." Well that sounded a bit sarcastic.
"You already knew that." You retorted.
"I like hearing it."
Something in your chest softened. You turned onto your back. Your hand drifted down. Hovering shyly over your stomach.
"You're ridiculous." A small chuckle left your lips.
"Yeah."
His voice.. you can tell he was smiling. Then after a moment.
"Can I see you?"
Your heart jumped, you started to blink rapidly.
"uuuh r-right now?"
"Right now." He said straightforwardly.
"Satoru." You said, voice coming out an octave louder than necessary.
"What?"
"You've already seen me."
"I know."
"Today." You reminded.
"I know."
"Earlier." You re-affirmed.
"I know."
You could hear the grin in his voice.
"I want to see you right now, Angel."
That did something to you. Something so embarrassingly simple, had you smiling ear to ear at the ceiling. Your fingers slipped lower. Brushing over where your panties were soaked through.
"Okay." You sighed breathlessly.
There was a small pause. Then the call changed. The screen lit up, the emoticon to switch to video, you pressed it absentmindedly. And suddenly there he was. Satoru. His hair was still damp. His towel had fallen around his shoulders. He was lying back against his pillows, and his signature wire-rimmed glasses weren't on. He had one hand resting behind his head.
"Hi." He said playfully, his perfect teeth glaring at you.
You stared, eyes probably wide. He raised an eyebrow.
"Hi?"
"Yes. Hi." He tutted, then without giving you a secondâ
"You're staring."
"I'm not." You blinked your eyes off to the side.
"You are." He teased.
You groaned softly. "Your hair is still wet."
"That's what you noticed?" He huffed.
"Yes."
"Wow." Oh you didn't even notice the lack of his spectacles. That kinda broke his heart.
"Stop fishing for compliments." You said, eyes rolling.
"Tell me I'm pretty again."
You laughed, in disbelief.
"No."
"Please?" God... why did that sound so... ughhh.
"No." Your eyebrows pinched together.
"Angel."
Damn.
You covered your face. He laughed. Fuck. You loved his laugh. You loved how easy it was. How he never seemed embarrassed by it. Your fingers pressed lightly against your clit through the fabric.
"You're pretty." You muttered.
"What, what was that, hm?" Oh he was taunting you now.
"I said you're pretty." You said defeatedly.
"Louder."
"No."
"Come on."
"Satoru." That came out a little too whiny.
"Pretty please."
You groaned, again.
"You're pretty." You said honestly, voice loud enough for him.
He smiled and there it was. That look. The one that made you suddenly feel like you were the only person in the world.
"Thank you." That sounded so sweet, coming from him.
"You're welcome."
Then his eyes flicked downward.
"What are you wearing?"
You stared at him. He stared back. You narrowed your eyes. Your pussy clenched.
"You already know. Baka"
"I want to hear you say it."
"Ugh." You're weird."
"I'm your boyfriend."
"That doesn't explain anything."
"It explains everything."
You laughed again. Your fingers started moving in slow shy circles.
"An oversized shirt."
"Still?"
"Yes." Annoyance clear and present in your voice now.
"Nothing else?" He was prying.
You froze. Satoru's expression changed. Not dramatically. Just enough though. His smile softened into something more curious. His free hand shifted lower on screen.
"Angel?"
You swallowed. Your voice came out breathy. Shy but honest.
"You're being nosy."
"Very." At least he was self-aware.
"You can't see anything."
"I didn't ask to see anything."
"You're thinking about it." Oh he definitely was.
"Maybe." That confirmed it.
Your cheeks warmed. Your nipples were so hard they ached. Your pussy was soaking. You wanted to touch yourself properly. To him. To his voice.
"Oh." He said softly.
"What?"
"You're flustered."
"I'm not." You tried to deny, to play it somewhat cool.
"You are." This asshole.
"Stop looking at me."
"Never." omg.. why was he like this?!
You hid your face. But you kept your fingers moving. Slow and awkward. Horny and unsure, no you were sure, so sure actually.
"You're so annoying."
"You're cute."
That shut you up, and Satoru laughed quietly.
"See?" His voice teased.
"See what?"
"I can make you speechless."
"Don't get excited."
"Too late."
You rolled your eyes. But you were smiling. Most times the two of you stayed like that. Talking. Teasing. Learning. There was no rush. No script. Just two people who were still figuring out how to be together. Shy in so many ways even after that bathroom stall. Still exploring every new feeling.
Sometimes the conversation drifted toward things neither of you had the courage to say directly. Questions. Curiosity. Little admissions.
Satoru'd asked what you thought about him. You told him he was irritating. He asked what else. You said he was kind. He went quiet. You asked why. He said he was not used to people saying that. You told him he should get used to it. Then he smiled.
And suddenly you understood something. The flirting was easy. The teasing was easy. But underneath it there was something softer. Something neither of you knew quite how to handle yet. Something that made every new step feel bigger than it should.
But right now your fingers kept rubbing. Little whimpers slipping past your lips, trying to be quiet but he was picking up on every stray sound. He could tell and maybe that excited you.
"Angel. Are you... touching yourself?" His voice dropped. Unfiltered.. teasing and horny, you could hear it.
You bit your lip shyly. Fuck. You were caught.. But you nodded. You nodded anyway because you couldn't keep anything from him even if you wanted to.
"Yeah. A little." Your voice came out strained. There was no going back now.
"Fuck. Don't hide it." He breathed. "Let me see you. Please."
Your heart pounded. But you switched cameras. The screen showed where your t-shirt had ridden up your tummy, and your other hand clearly shoved into the waistband of your panties. His eyes darkened when he saw it.
"You're so pretty like this." He murmured. "You're ah- um touching yourself..?" He sounded so shy and wrecked, asking a dumb question, the answer was obvious enough at this point.
It still made you whimper. Fingers slipping lower under your panties. Sliding through your wet folds.
"Yes. Satoru." Affirmations was definitely his kink.
Your breathless purr of his name, made him groan.. he was coming undone quick. His camera flipped down, now too. His sweats and boxers shoved down mid thigh, cock out and visibly hard. Flushed and pretty. Long and leaking precum at the tip. His slender hand wrapped around it. Stroking slow. All for you to see and your eyes lingered, staring intently.
"Look at what you do to me." He said. Voice rough. "So hard for you angel."
You rubbed your clit faster. Watching him. The way his hand moved. The slick sounds. His moans of your name.
"Satoru..." You gasped. Fingers circling. Wet noises filling the call on both ends.
He stroked harder. Thumb spreading precum over the tip and down his length. "Fuck. Your sounds. S'messy Angel. Let me hear your pretty cunt."
You moaned. Shy but needy. Rubbing quicker, building fast. His hips bucked. Hand flying.
"Angel. M'gonna cum." He panted. Moaning your name loud, then in the next second thick white cum streaked across his chest. Over his fingers. So much. So pretty.
You followed. Messy on your fingers. Clenching and whimpering out his name, desperately.
He caught his breath. Eyes hungry. "Can i see.. Angel.. can I see your fingers? show them to me please.." Fuck... he was begging so nicely, it did something to you.
Shy but obediently you held them up. Shiny, your arousal thick and sappy stringed on your fingers, webbing in the light.
"Good girl... fuck. Put them in your mouth.. haa-ah taste yourself f'me Angel."
You slipped them into your mouth, with a moan, Sucking softly as he wiped his cum off his chest. Licking a bit from his fingers, in sync with you.
The two of you stayed on the call. Breathing softly together. Smiling shyly, left over horniness fading way now. Both connected and sated.
Eventually Satoru's eyes left your pretty face for a second and glanced at the clock in the little upper left corner on his phone.
"It's late." He said in realization.
"It is." You knew it was by now.
"You should sleep." Voice tender-soft.
"You first." You murmured back.
"I'm not tired."
"Neither am I." He sounded believable but you were sure.
"You are."
"I'm not." He was going to play this game, but you weren't gonna let him win this.
"You've yawned three times."
That made him grin, "You're counting?"
"Obviously."
He smiled.
"Stay on the phone, with me Angel." Voice low and lazy.
You blinked.
"While we sleep?"
"Yeah."
Your heart squeezed.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay."
With that he settled deeper into his pillows. You did the same and for a while neither of you said anything. You could hear his breathing. He could hear yours.
And eventually...quietly.
"Hey angel?"
"Yeah?" Your voice came out a little drowsy.
"I'm really glad you're my girlfriend."
You smiled into the darkness.
"Me too."
A pause. Then-
"Also."
"What?"
"Your shirt is still bothering me."
You burst out laughing.
"Satoru!"
He laughed too.
And somewhere between the teasing and the laughter the call stayed connected. The two of you fell asleep like that. Not knowing exactly where this was going. Not knowing how much you would learn about each other. Not knowing how many more firsts were waiting.
Just knowing that somehow. Against all odds. Satoru Gojo had a girlfriend. And you had a boyfriend. And he was lying in bed somewhere smiling at the sound of your sleepy breathing.
Thinking probably for the hundredth time that week. Holy shit. She's really mine.
And maybe just maybe you were thinking the same thing.
Because tomorrow he would text you again. He would send something ridiculous. You would pretend to be annoyed and he'd flirt. You would flirt back. And eventually one of you would say something that made the other flustered.
And you would keep discovering each other. Slowly, carefully, and with hunger. One little secret at a time.
This time you're at his dorm room on campus.
And it starts with a pillow.
Wellâ you, and a pillow, and a very stupid pair of thigh-high socks that Satoru swore would be the death of him when you slid into his dorm room wearing them and nothing else but one of his oversized hoodies and a shy little smirk.
He gawked.
You straddled his pillow without a word, right in the middle of his bed, and started grinding. Soft. Slow. Just for yourself. His jaw went slack. His hands froze mid-text. And you were so casual about it, like you didnât even notice the way he was staring at you like youâd hung the moon with your pussy.
Satoru dropped his phone. Physically. Onto the floor.
You giggled. "I wanted to see if I could get off just humping something."
He made a sound like he'd been punched.
So now here you areâ on your hands and knees, still wearing his hoodie and those sinful socks, pussy flushed and puffy from humping his favorite dorm pillow, hips twitching like you're almost there. You don't even realize you're whimpering until his hands slide around your hips, and he speaks, low and starving, right behind you.
âAngelâŚâ
You look back over your shoulder.
Satoru is kneeling behind you, shirtless, eyes dark with hunger. He brushes your ass with his palm. Then slips his hand between your thighs and cups your pussy over the pillow. Soaked-sticky and messy.
âYouâre so wet,â he groans. âYou were gonna cum on a pillow and not even let me watch?â
âI was...testingâ you pant, wearily.
He flips you like a doll.
Suddenly youâre flat on your back, head on the sheets, thighs trembling open and hoodie bunched around your waist. The pillow lies forgotten beside you, damp with slick. He looms over you, hair falling into his eyes, lips parted and pink.
âYou wanna ride my face, Angel?â he asks, voice hoarse.
Your whole body shivers.
ââŚCan I?â
He laughs soft and stunned, worshipful almost, and leans down to kiss you like youâre the most delicious thing in the world.
âFuck yes, you can. Sit on my face. Suffocate me. Make me drown in it.â
He lays back against the pillows, adjusting under you with arms out like a throne. His glasses are already tossed to the side, and heâs licking his lips like he can already taste you. Youâre climbing over him, thighs shaking, when he grabs your hips and drags you up.
âRight here,â he whispers, eyes locked on your glistening cunt above him. âRight here, baby. Let me feel the weight of it.â
You lower slowly, knees braced, hands pressed into the wall behind his headboard. You hover above his mouth, panting and then, gently, you sank down.
His tongue meets your folds like heâs starving.
You wail.
Your pussy clenches instantly, overwhelmed by the first hot drag of his tongue from your entrance to your clit. Satoru groans, loud, grabs your thighs like he needs more, and pulls you down until youâre seated fully on his mouth.
âSatoru!â you cry out, rocking without meaning to.
His tongue slides in now, licking into your dripping pussy like heâs mapping it. He moans like it tastes like heaven, like itâs a privilege just to be under you. Your thighs squeeze around his head. Your hips roll. Your clit finds his nose. And you grind.
Heâs letting you.
Letting you fuck his mouth like you need it to breathe.
âDonât stop,â you whimper. âDonât stop, Iâmâ Satoru, Iâm gonna cum, Iâm so closeââ
He hums against your clit and the vibration breaks you.
You cum on his tongue with a scream, body jerking, hips grinding down in helpless little circles. He grabs your thighs, keeps you there, mouth open, licking, moaning, slurping like he doesnât care that youâre sobbing above him.
You collapse forward, hips still twitching, body limp, cheek against his bare chest.
He gasps when you move off him, his face soaked, chin dripping with your slick.
ââŚYou taste like candy,â he whispers, starry-eyed.
Youâre panting, half-laughing. âThat was insane.â
âI think Iâm addicted to your pussy.â
You slap his chest, weakly.
He grins, wild and happy, then he murmurs, "You've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen Angel, We need to do this again.. maybe ah-hundred times before we," His voice drops as he leans in and whispers into your ear teasingly, "fuck huh?"
Now youâve been thinking about it all day.
All week, really.
Every time your thighs press together too tightly in class, every time you catch Satoruâs glazed-over stare sliding to your chest or how he bites his lip when you fidget in your seatâyou think about riding him.
Youâve made out on his futon. Youâve touched. Explored. Cum multiple times on his fingers while crying into his neck. Youâve memorized the way he moans when you stroke him, how his cock twitches helplessly when you kiss the head and whisper how much you want to take it inside.
So now⌠itâs time.
You sit on his lap in his tiny, warm dorm room, legs bare, wearing nothing but one of his hoodies and knee socks, straddling him while his hands hover at your waist like heâs too scared to grip you. Your panties are already shoved to the side. His sweats are pushed down, and his cock's hard. Flushed, drooling against his belly, it twitches between your folds like itâs waiting for permission.
Youâre both shaking.
âYou donât have to,â he whispers. âNot tonight. Only if you really wantââ
âI need to,â you breathe.
You lean close, your nose brushing his, eyes wide and nervous but burning.
âI want to ride you, Satoru.â
He chokes on air.
âOh my god.â
Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, hot and slick from his own arousal, and you guide him up, between your slick folds, over your clit. You both shudder. You roll your hips, let him feel the mess heâs made of you. His eyes are already fluttering back.
âYouâre so wet,â he whispers. âYouâre gonna take me?â
You nod. âJust⌠let me go slow.â
You lift your hips, line him up with your tight little entrance, and take a deep breath.
âOkay. Iâm ready.â
He holds your waist, his grip tightening.
The tip presses in.
And holy fuck.
Youâre stretching already, your walls squeezing down on him like youâre trying to keep him inside before heâs even all the way in. Your jaw falls open. He moans so loud into your shoulder you nearly lose balance.
âOh ...oh fuck angelâangel, youâre so tightâfuck, I canâtââ
You both gasp, frozen, as you sink down another inch. Itâs like a punch to your stomach and your cunt at the same timeâhot, overwhelming, raw and perfect. Your thighs tremble. Your nails dig into his shoulders.
âI can feel everything,â you sob. âYouâre so big, Satoru, youâre splitting me open.â
Heâs crying. A little. From how tight you are. From how warm. From the way your pussy clenches around him like you love him already and he hasnât even bottomed out yet.
âTell me when to stop,â he pants. âTell me if I hurt you.â
âYouâre not,â you gasp. âDonât stopâdonât stop. I need you.â
You sink lower. Lower. Inch by inch, your walls stretch around him, pulsing with slick heat.
Thenâ you bottom out.
And it feels like your whole body is going to break open from the pressure, from how full you are.
You bury your face in his shoulder. âIâm full. Iâm so fucking full, I can feel you in my stomachââ
His hips twitch and he sobs again.
âIâm inside,â he whispers. âYouâre letting me in. Youâre my firstââ
You press your lips to his ear. âYouâre my first, too.â
And thenâ you rock.
Gently. Testing how much you can move.
And his hands slam down on your hips like he canât take it. His cock twitches inside you, and your walls clench around him in response.
You moan.
He moans louder.
Then you start riding him, slow and messy. Tight little bounces, up n down. Just enough to feel the stretch, the slide, the overwhelming wet heat of your cunt clinging to him like your body doesnât want to let go. Itâs all instinct and desperation. The sounds of skin against skin, of slick, needy friction echoing in the tiny dorm room.
Your thighs are shaking. His hands wonât stop gripping, guiding, worshiping.
âFuck, angelâ fuck, youâre riding meââ
You cry out. âYouâre so deepâ I-I canâtâI feel you in my chestââ
He bucks into you by accident and you scream, throwing your head back.
âDid I hurt you?!â
âN-noâagain, do that againââ
He does. And you swear you go cross-eyed.
The rhythm is clumsy. Awkward. Your knees are slipping and his hips stutter, but you donât care. You donât care about perfect. You care about how he moans your name like a prayer. How your pussy makes that wet little schlk sound every time you take him down to the base.
âIâm gonna cum,â he gasps. âIâm gonnaâfuck, I canât hold itââ
You grab his cheeks, force his eyes to meet yours.
âCum in me,â you whisper. âPlease. Make a mess inside me.â
His cock throbs violently.
âAngelâfuckâI love youââ
He explodes.
Itâs hot. You feel it fill youâ pulse after desperate pulse. Sticky, thick, messy. It overflows instantly, leaking between your thighs and down his cock while you grind and cry out again, cumming right after him. You shake through itâ sobbing, clenching, writhing in his lap like your body doesnât know how to survive this much fullness.
You collapse against his chest.
His hands cradle you.
Heâs panting. Moaning your name over and over.
âIâve never felt anything so good,â he whispers.
You kiss him then, slow and shaky-sweet.
âNeither have I.â
And then you both fall backward onto the bed, tangled, ruined, still joined at the hips.
You stay that way for a long, long time.
Youâre still straddling him.
Bare thighs trembling. Pussy aching. His cock softening slowly inside you, twitching with little aftershocks, buried deep in your cunt and leaking. You can feel it. His cumâso much of itâ pooling hot and sticky inside your body. Seeping out in slow, obscene dribbles every time you shift or twitch.
Itâs messy. Youâre flushed and overwhelmed, shivering through the afterglow and clinging to his hoodie like a lifeline.
And Satoru Gojo is staring between your legs like heâs entranced.
You glance down. Follow his line of sight.
Thereâs a little stream of milky white trickling from where heâs still inside you, slipping down between your folds and soaking into the mess of his hoodie bunched beneath your ass. You clench involuntarily and more leaks outâ sticky-warm and filthy.
Satoru groans.
âI can see it.â His voice is wrecked. âItâsâfuck, itâs dripping out of you. Thatâs my cum. Inside you.â
You moan softly, hips rocking like youâre chasing the stretch again.
His hands grip your waist.
âI wanna clean you up,â he whispers, breath hot against your cheek.
You blink, dazed. âI can justâ get a towel, orââ
âNo. Not like that.â
You look down. Heâs already pulling outâslowlyâ and you both gasp as his softening cock slips free of your pussy, followed immediately by a thick, wet gush of cum that drips from your folds in slow, shiny strands.
Satoru watches it fall.
Then he drops to his knees.
Right between your thighs.
âSatoruâ what are youââ
âI need to,â he says, voice low, eyes blown wide and desperate. âPlease. Let me clean it with my mouth.â
You canât even think. Not with the way heâs looking at you like youâre something divine, something sweet and holy and soaked in his mess. His hands part your trembling thighs and he moans at the sight of your sticky, cum-dripping pussy glistening in the soft dorm light.
âAngel,â he whispers, reverent. âYouâre ruined. I made such a mess.â
You reach down, brush his hair back. âThen clean it up.â
He dives in.
His tongue slides through your foldsâ warm, flat, soaking up the slick with long, filthy licks. You scream, thighs snapping around his head, because youâre so sensitive, still throbbing from your orgasm, and now his tongue is licking up his own cum from your pussy like heâs starving.
You squirm. Whimper. Try to push him back. âS-Satoruâs'too muchâ!â
He groans into your cunt, arms wrapping around your hips, holding you down like heâs not letting go until youâre clean.
âCan taste you,â he pants between licks. âYou and me, mixed togetherâfuck, itâs so sweetââ
You throw your head back, moaning like a girl gone dumb.
His mouth is everywhereâ lapping up the mess he made, licking into your hole, nosing against your clit until youâre gasping through gritted teeth, thighs shaking violently.
Youâve never felt anything like it.
Itâs so dirty. So loving.
So deeply, terrifyingly intimate.
âSatoruâpleaseââ
âCum again,â he begs. âOne more. Let me taste it fresh.â
And you do.
You cum with a sob, hips jerking, pussy leaking fresh slick into his mouth. He groans, drinks it, licks until youâre sobbing and twitching and clinging to his hair like you donât know who you are anymore.
When he finally pulls back, his is face wet, chin shining, cheeks pink and youâre spread wide, limp, flushed from your ears to your tits and totally wrecked.
He climbs over you, kisses your forehead, then your lips, slowly, letting you taste yourself, his cum, the sweat and breathlessness of your shared first time.
âYouâre my favourite thing,â he whispers.
You start crying.
He cradles you, strokes your hair, tucks you against his chest and wraps a blanket over your trembling body.
âI want you again,â you whisper.
He kisses your hair.
âIâm yours now,â he says. âSo anytime you want me⌠Iâm yours.
