Synopsis: Shinichiro is waek for you, that is quite obvious. Its even worse when you wear that dress.
Character: Shinichiro Sano x Fem!reader
TW/CW: PIV sex, oral sex (both giving and receiving) fingering
A/N: This was a contribution for a network collab but I am no longer in any networks.
Itās the start of summer, the temps are sweltering and it is humid as hell. S&S Motors is busy today. Six different bikes for scheduled maintenance, four drop in oil changes, and eight quotes on restoration work. So when your reminder about going to lunch went unanswered and the time frame missed, you made your way to the shop with some lunch.Ā
You had already gotten ready, pulling together one of your cutest outfits. Since it had been so damn warm, you chose the gauziest of sundresses. The soft grey fabric had sequins peppered across the skirt as well as arranged in a scalloped design on the bodice. You dust a little pearlescent highlighter over your collarbone and the swell of your cleavage. To complete the outfit, you wear the necklace that Shinichiro gave you for your birthday and a baby pink shawl.Ā
Wakasa is on his way out for lunch as you enter the shop. āHeās in the back, it's been a busy day. Non-stop bikes since we opened.ā He flips the sign so that it reads āClosed for lunch. Back in an hour.ā āSee ya later,ā he waves and heads toward the cafe down the road.Ā
āSo thatās why he forgot our lunch dateā¦ā You sigh as you pull the door closed and twist the lock. Long and packed days at the shop was the downside to dating one of the most talented and reasonably priced mechanics in the area. There just were times when long standing lunch dates got ignored.
As you enter the garage, you walk softly. You notice how hard heās focusing on the bike in front of him. You notice the furrow of his brow as his fingers manipulate a part into its proper place. You watch as he wipes sweat from beneath his eyes and smears grease on his face. The breeze from the open garage door wafts your perfume across the work floor. āSmells nice in here,ā he mutters as he works on a stubborn bolt. As the words leave his mouth, Shinās eyes go wide.
āOh fucking shit, sheās gonna kill meā¦ā Shinichiro curses when he realizes that he not only missed your messages but the date all together. He wipes his hands and face clean on a shop towel before he washes them under hot water.Ā
āI don't think she will,ā you smile at him as you step into the garage from the lobby.Ā
Heās got his back to you as you walk in.Ā āOh hey bab-'' Shinichiro's jaw drops as he turns around. Fucking christ⦠his thoughts immediately turn lusty. The way the dress hugs your curves, accenting your waist and the fullness of your chest. And fuck⦠you werent wearing a bra under that gauzy dress. His eyes grow wide and he rushes to your side, pulling you into a deep, needy kiss.Ā
When you break for air, you gasp. āShinā¦ā the soft sound of your exhale made Shin shiver.
āYou had to wear that dress,ā he groans in your ear. āShowing off your body like that. Youāre giving me excitations.ā He grips your hips and pulls you out into the sunny backlot.
āWell⦠if you weren't in such high demand, I wouldn't need to wear it.ā you smirk against his lips. You press against him, feeling his hardening cock through his coveralls. Your hand palms his need as he puts you on the edge of the picnic table. You wrap your legs around his waist.
His still warm hands slide up your inner thighs, teasing at your core through your already damp panties. āOh? Whyās that?āĀ his teeth find gentle purchase on your neck and his fingers swirl lazy circles over your already throbbing bud.
āYouāve been so busy. Gotta distract you somehow,ā You pant.Ā
When your hips grind against his fingers, you can feel his heart rate change. āFuck,ā he hisses as his nimble fingers slip past the lace of your panties and into your wanton walls, curling into the spot that makes you clench. āSo fuckinā perfect.āĀ
āAah, Shinā¦ā you moan, burying your face in his neck. You take slow, deep breaths. Each inhale pulls his scent into your nostrils: sweat, the cologne you got him for valentines day, and motor oil.Ā
His mouth works its ways down your neck, over the swell of your breasts. To which he pulls down the bodice so that he can pay attention to your pert nipples. While his mouth works your breasts, his fingers continue to drill into that spot that drives you to the edge.Ā
āSo close⦠wanna cum,ā you moan into his ear.
āCanāt have that yet,ā Shin's voice rumbles against your breast as he pulls his fingers out. Licking his fingers, he gently lays you back while softly trailing kisses over your tummy. Soon his mouth hovers over your core, hot breath sending goosebumps over your skin. āBrought me a meal, didnāt ya?ā He smirks, ripping your soaked panties off.Ā
āA feast actually,ā you purr as you lift your hips to help him. āI brought lunch on top of⦠Oh my god!ā Your thought is interrupted by Shinichiro swirling his tongue over your throbbing clit. The sound of his groans as he laps at your slick is music to your ears. His need is only fueled by how delicious he thinks you are. āFuck, your mouth and your fingers are magic.ā The phrase lifts at the end as you moan into a wave of pleasure.
āYouāre delectable,ā Shin growls, pulling away from your slick cunt. Your arousal pulls in gossamer strands from his lips and the tiny amount of stubble on his chin. His fingers gently prodding into your heat, working you open. āYou gonna relax for me baby girl? I need you.ā
āFuckā¦ā you breathe.
āThat's the idea babe,ā he nearly growls as he frees himself. āCāmere.ā He pulls you close, his thick head pressing into your fluttering walls. āFuck you feel so good.ā he moans, thrusting into you.
You can't help but moan. There was something about being intimate during the day, semi in public, and at his shop that was exhilarating. āFuck, didnt know you were so needy today Shinā¦ā you purposely clench your muscles so that your walls clamp down on him.Ā
āD-don't do that babe⦠you know that makes me wannaā¦ā he moans. āNot ready to fill you up. Wanna savor youā¦ā he mumbles as he kisses his way between your breasts, pulling the bodice of your dress down. His mouth finds its way to your nipple and he begins to play with it. God does he love how pillowy your chest is. Shin starts to get lost in your chest, thrusting harder and harder into your gummy walls. His moans softly rumble from his lungs. All the while you're under his ministrations trying not to climax with each thrust.Ā
āShiiiin,ā you whine. āIām gonna....ā
āNot yet. I need to savor you.ā His thrusts get sloppy. On a back stroke, he slides all the way out. The whine that passes by your lips has him growling. āJust a few more thrusts. Can you hold backĀ that long baby girl? For me?ā The thrusts since he re-entered heaven target the soft spongy spot within you. They are hard and rapid, causing you to see stars.Ā
Heat builds within both of your lower bellies. Your core starts to turn molten. The need makes your body feel heavy. Within moments of your brains registering the precipice of climax, the two of you fall over the edge of ecstasy. Your slick drips off your labia as Shin spills shallowly within your heat. āShin that was amazing,ā you pant.Ā
āGotta keep lovinā those good vibrations,ā Shin whispers against your neck. His thick fingers grab a clean shop towel and he cleans up the evidence of your love making. āShall we get lunch now, baby girl?ā
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Kyoya Ootori.
Your loving husband.
The man who loves you with his whole being and who's single-handedly taken all your worries away since being with him.
He loves you so much.
From the way you always make sure to wake up before him and quietly escape from the bedroom, careful not to wake him just so you can make his coffee the way you handle his business affairs when he's out of town on other meetings for his job. Although, what does he loves the most?
He loves seeing you, his perfect little wife getting fucked by his best friend.
He loves seeing your face go from apprehensiveness to completely fucked out once Tamaki hits that perfect spot deep in you. He loves to see your walls crashing down no matter how many times he's had his friend bend you over and fuck you on your shared bed.
Kyoya watches you intently as he fists his cock, stroking himself slowly and crossing his thumb over the tip of his cock, precum leaking out bit by bit. You're being so obedient, bending over for his friend at the drop of a hat as long as your husband says it's okay, you glance over to him with a subtle glint in your eye when you see the smile form on his face. Kyoya nods to you, a silent confirmation of "it's okay, you're doing great."
You just want to make your husband happy and if taking his best friend's cock will do that then you'll do it every time he asks.
Tamaki's thrusts were rough, one hand holding both your wrists behind your back as the other was gripping your hips pulling you back into him with each thrust. You were struggling to take him with such a rough pace, your breaths and moans coming out as a broken cry only to be muffled by the sheets on the bed. Each cry you let out edged Kyoya closer and closer to his own climax.
Seeing his wife whine and cry due to another man's cock could be fucked in a twisted sort of way, he knew this when he saw your face when he brought it up the first time. To have his closest friend fucking his wife in front of him, it was something he loved and thought about a lot. You were so pretty and kept together and something about you being turned into a puddle by another man's cock, it was a beautiful sight to see. You've never looked better than when your tear filled eyes meet his begging for permission to cum on someone else's cock.
Precum spilling past his tip as his hand fists his cock at a faster pace, your moans ringing in the room bringing him close to his climax. His gaze meets yours and he already knows what you're about to ask.
"C-Can I?"
"Cum darling. Cum for me."
Tamaki's thrusts quicken in pace, knowing your body fairly well already he feels you tighten as you cum around him. Body shaking while pressed against the bed you cry out your husband's name sending him over the edge to make a mess in his chair, strings of white spilling past his tip and over his thighs. His body relaxes, yours still shaking as his best friend is bringing you down from your own orgasm.
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When your boyfriend, Onyankopon, or āOnyā for short, texted you with a simple āget readyā you immediately hopped up to pack an overnight bag.
Ony works as a financial consultant for one of the biggest banks in Atlanta, as well as a personal finance advisor, so heās never short on dough and absolutely does not mind spending his hard-earned money on his baby girl.
You havenāt seen him in a while due to it being tax season and him working overtime at the bank, so you knew that when you saw him, you were definitely getting your back blown out.
As you were deciding which pairs of sexy panties you wanted to bring, your phone began to ring.Ā
āHello?ā
āHey, baby.ā Your manās smooth, baritone voice filtered its way from the phone speaker and into your ear making you clench your thighs together.
āHey, pooh. Are you off of work already? Iām still getting my stuff together.ā
Onyankopon laughed once he heard you rummaging around in your room; who knows what all you were throwing in that gold and black sequin Victoriaās Secret duffle bag you loved so much.
āIām about to FaceTime you, baby. I want to show you something.ā
When he said that, you stopped packing and focused all of your attention on the phone - Ony chuckled because he knew how nosy you were.
The request to FaceTime immediately came through and you accepted it.
āONYANKOPON!!ā
He just chuckled deeply, āNot the government.āĀ
On your screen currently sat the finest version of your man that you had ever seen.
Now, Ony had always been fine; let's make that abundantly clearā¦
Smooth, flawless dark-brown skin, toned muscular body, tattoos up and down his arms and back (that were usually hidden by his business suits), straight white teeth, and donāt forget the inches that he was packing - eight and a half, to be exact.
Long, thick, and hard.
ā¦but Ony with a fade and dreads pulled back in a half-up half-down ponytail?Ā
Oh, he must've been trying to call in for the next week or so.
āYou went quiet on me, bae. Do you like it?āā You were snapped out of your nasty little reverie.
āDo I like it? Babe, you look so fucking mouthwatering right now. I donāt know if Iām going to be able to make the drive all the way to yours.ā
Flirting sensually, you leaned your upper body into the camera and let your breasts spill out of your tank top for your manās viewing pleasure.
You didnāt miss how Ony raised an eyebrow and bit down on his lower lip, pausing before he continued,
āTo mine? Oh, weāre not going to mine, baby girl. I made a reservation for us at the Waldorf Astoria in Buckhead.āĀ
Leaning back out of the camera frame, you made your perfectly arched eyebrows jump while bringing a hand to your mouth to chew on the tip of one of your baby blue stiletto nails.
āYou did, babe? Thatās so sweet of you, I canāt-ā
Before you could finish your sentence, you heard a loud car horn honk from outside.
āOny!! I didnāt know you were damn near almost here; why didnāt you say something, boy?!ā
Tossing the phone onto the bed, you hurriedly gathered the rest of your things and shoved them into the bag before zipping it up. Your slides were on the side of your bed, so you slipped your matching pedicured toes into them and grabbed your keys off your nightstand.
āHey, who you think you raising yo voice at, huh? Be good for me and come on outside, baby.ā
ā-
After climbing into the passenger seat of Onyās navy blue BMW X5, he shut the door behind you and returned to the driverās side.
You watched him carefully with slightly lidded eyes as he put his hand on the back of your headrest and backed out of the driveway.
Ony could feel you burning a hole in the side of his head, which made him bite his bottom lip again and send you a furtive glance while he drove through Atlanta traffic.
āWhatās up, mama? Why you keep on staring at me?ā
He knew good and damn well why you were staring at him.
You knew that he knew, because of the little smirk that formed at the corner of his plump lips as he held onto your thigh with his right hand and drove with his left hand holding the middle of the steering wheel.
The ride was leisurely, as all you had to do was sit there and look pretty, one leg propped up over the other as you scrolled through your TikTok feed.Ā
Ony moved his hand from your thigh to your foot, slipping your slide off and rubbing the sole of your foot.
āOh! Babeā¦ā
He just let out a soft hum of acknowledgment before turning into the parking lot of Seasons 52.Ā
Since Ony had made a reservation, you didn't have to wait long before a waitress came out to direct you both to your table.
This isnāt your first time coming here, but you still marvel at how everything on the menu constantly shifts and changes, yet always manages to always taste so delicious.
The salmon that you ordered was roasted to perfection; the potatoes just melted in your mouth and the green beans had just the right amount of crunch.Ā
Dinner conversation was fruitful, full of talks about your plans for university and Ony of the new investments that he was planning to make.
He held your free hand in his and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles while he sipped his wine and listened to you talk.Ā
His cocoa-brown eyes shined with love and admiration for you as you excitedly spilled about all of the classes that youād be taking during the upcoming semester.
After you finished your dinner, Ony called for the waitress so he could pay then the two of you left with him guiding you by the small of your back to his car.
ā-
Once you checked into your suite, Ony was on you like white on rice.
His large hands gripped you up, fondling your voluptuous ass cheeks while he repeatedly slotted his lips over yours in hot kisses filled with longing and need.
The cold links of his watch against your exposed lower back made a shiver race down your spine as you slowly lowered yourself to your knees in front of him.Ā
Ony looked down at you, meeting your big, brown doe eyes; immediately his dick began to harden in his slacks.
āNuh uh, we donāt have time for that right now, baby. I have another plan for yo sexy ass.āĀ
He swatted away the hand that reached for his belt buckle and pulled you up by your bicep.
The suite Ony booked was almost as big as your entire damn apartment: two bedrooms, a spacious living area, a kitchenette (that was too big to be considered a kitchenette), and two bathrooms, both fitted with walk-in showers and whirlpool tubs.
Your nails clawed at the pressed cotton of his white dress shirt as he backed both of you up into the nearest bedroom. The motion-sensor lamps clicked on as soon as you stepped over the threshold, bathing both of you in a sensual, amber glow.
The curtain to the in-suite balcony was pulled back revealing the beautiful Buckhead cityscape below you, along with a navy sky full of bright, twinkling stars.
Ony began unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it free from where it was tucked into his pants as he finally allowed you to grab his belt and begin unbuckling it.
āSomebodyās impatient..ā He chuckled as you yanked it from the loops and threw it across the room.
Once he was shirtless and you were down to your panties, he scooped you up and carried you over to the window.
āWait, Onyankopon, what do you think youāre doing??ā
He didnāt answer, but instead unlocked the glass door leading out to the balcony and stepped outside with you clinging to him.
The slightly cool breeze from the evening air whipped against your naked skin and made you press yourself further into Ony, who cradled your chin and brought your mouth back to his to give you another breathtaking kiss.
āI remember you saying that you wanted to try some different things, so hereās your opportunity, baby. Now turn around and grab that rail for me.ā
His big hand went to the fly of his pants for him to unzip them and tug them down. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and began sliding it over his hard dick.
Just as you were about to do as you were told, you could hear faint chatter from below: a couple of floors below, there was a group of men and women seated at a round table out on their balcony, having drinks.
āOny, thereās people out here - what if they see me?ā Bashfully, your hands flew to cover your naked breasts.Ā
As you were leaning down to look at the other guests, Ony rubbed his dick between your ass cheeks, bumping it against your clit. A soft moan left your lips and your eyes almost closed before you remembered what you were supposed to be doing.
āThey wonāt see you, baby. They might hear you, though.āĀ
You heard that damn smirk in his voice, but soon you forgot all about anyone hearing once Ony grabbed your panties with one finger and ripped the flimsy material off of you, flinging it aside.
āOh, babe!ā
A loud moan was pulled from you as your boyfriend pushed the head of his dick into your opening. Your hands flew forward and you took a tight hold of the balconyās railing as Ony started pounding you swiftly from the back.
The sounds of your ass colliding with his hips were loud throughout the silent night, so if those people were just really listening theyād easily be able to tell what the two of you were doing.
One tiny hand with those baby blue nails fell free from the rail and grabbed at Onyās veiny forearm for leverage; his thrusts had your entire body quivering already.Ā
Soon enough, long scratches began to cover his arm as you tried your best to hold onto him.
You looked up at him and could feel him grow harder inside of you from the visual: fat ass bouncing back on him, braids shaking free from your bun, and your mascara beginning to run.
āHm, what?ā He licked his lips again but didnāt slow his pace as he just looked back into your misty eyes. āWhat is it, baby? Too much for ya?ā
āOny, Iāmā¦ā You trailed off as he suddenly picked you up underneath your thighs, his forearms resting in the creases of your knees.
āI didnāt tell you to let go of that damn rail.ā
āONYANKOPON!ā
āAnd you were worried about somebody hearing you.ā He laughed and bent you in half, still jackhammering away as you bumped and jostled against his body,Ā
Your upper half is now bent over the railing as the wind picks up and whips your hair across your face.
āOnyankopon, Iām going to fall!āĀ
āI wonāt let you fucking fall, girl. Got too many muscles to let you fall.ā
He grunted and locked his arms around your thighs, heavy balls slapping against your ass with loud, wet smacks.
āHold the fucking rail, and hold that nut, too. Iām almost there. Gunna cum for you, baby; just hold still for me.ā
Ony grabbed your hair up into a ponytail to pull it out of your face and also to yank your head back so he could whisper in your ear.
āYou see that shit, baby? See those city lights beaming so fucking bright for you as I fuck your tight little pussy open?ā
āOhh, oh God! Yes, baby, I see them! Fuck, I see them!ā
āYou cumming?ā
āYES! Yes, Iām cumming, oh my God! Iām cumming, baby!ā
āLet it go then, baby. Go ahead and cum for āThe Great Oneā*ā
After that, you were done.
Your release washed over you like a wave; luckily Onyankopon was holding onto you or you mightāve actually flipped head-first over that balcony.
You both moaned each othersā names as your orgasm triggered his, bodies bathed in the pale moonlight of the night, surrounded by nothing but the stars and your love for one another.
ā-
After that first round on the balcony, Onyankopon took you back into the room and the two of you went at it in nearly every area of the large presidential suite.
He even took you again in the shower before he washed you both off, wrapped you in a towel, and brought you over to the bed, wrapping you up in the covers.
āI love you, Y/Nā¦my shining star..ā Was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into dreamland, nothing but sweet thoughts of your handsome man on your mind.
ā--
a/n: *Onyankopon means āGodā in the Ghanian language and āThe Great Oneā in Ashanti mythology, referring to the Sky God.
context: hoyo characters give there reactions to your statement.Ā
content: fluff, slight angst if you squint (ningguang), slight heartbreak maybe (ningguang), headcanons
a/n: trying out sunday and sam for moment, let me know what you think.Ā
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āI think I can love you.āĀ You say, after a few moments of silence between you and the other person. You wait for their response.Ā
hoyoverse characters reaction:Ā
SundayĀ
He would make sure to say his next response very carefully, not wanting to ruin anything that had been going between you, but wanting to understand what you mean.Ā
Just to make sure he also got what you meant, as he had to read in between to comprehend what you meant to say.Ā
āI think I understand.ā Sunday says after you explained to him. He would then take your hands in his, gripping them slightly as he looks you right in the eyes.Ā
āI promise, I will work hard for the day that I can become the person you can love.āĀ
NingguangĀ
Ningguang deeply understands what you mean. When it comes to her being in this power, she understands what you feel. The anxiety and defensiveness about letting someone in, trying to read them to make sure they donāt hurt you like someone had before, she had felt that way.Ā
Yet even though she had felt that way, it doesnāt compare to how she had felt for you completely.Ā
Ningguang smiles at you before she takes you in her arms, holding you close to her while inside the office in the Jade Chamber. āIf at all, you do think you cannot love me anymore, I will not hold you back from loving someone else.āĀ
SamĀ
He does not understand how you can love him, or even think you can love him. Sam only knows destruction and the āscriptā from Elio, nothing more than that.Ā
And yet, somehow you both got close, to the point of the talks of love. Something Sam is unfamiliar with but seems willing to learn it.Ā
āI do not understand.ā Sam admits as he turns to you, his expressions donāt really give off anything through the cold armor, but his voice has hints of confusion. āWhy not just do it if you think you can?āĀ
RosariaĀ
Rosaria stays silent for that moment, her arms crossed over her chest as she thinks deeply. She assumed that the relationship would come to this, it was sort of obvious to her and anyone that sees the relationship from the outside.Ā
For a minute, she wondered if it was okay to feel the way she does, but also, she was very happy.Ā
āI think I get what you mean.ā Rosaria says, her arms drop to her side as she looks at you. She lets out a deep breath. āI believe... I think... I can love you too.āĀ
cw: fem reader, role reversal, oral (f! receiving), dirty talk/degradation, fingering, impact play, brat-taming ig u can say
wc: 991
"On your knees."
His "Sin"-tattooed hand pointed down to the spot in front of him on the shiny, swirled-marble floor in his office.
Very characteristic of Hanma to demand head in the middle of him doing paperwork.
"How about you get on your knees for me?"
You quirked a perfectly arched eyebrow at him as you stood before his desk; all you were trying to do was ask him what he wanted for lunch.
You didn't have time for his shit today.
Hanma's golden eyes trailed all over your body, starting from your feet and moving up to your pretty fingers sporting those black stiletto nails with real 14K gold-chain detailing.
It came as no surprise to him that you'd say some shit like that; you've always been a brat.
Hell, that's why he liked you.
A dangerous, violent man like Shuji Hanma wouldn't dare put a weak-minded bitch at his side.
"Oh yeah?"
In an instant, all 6'4" of him was towering over you, skulking forward like a panther ready to pounce until he had backed you up against the bookshelf situated at the back wall.
In his pursuit of you, he had also grabbed his rolling chair from behind the desk to push in front of you once he had you trapped.
"Sit down."
"Shuji, I don't have time for this bullshit-"
"I said sit the fuck down."
With an exaggerated huff, you threw yourself into the chair, arms crossed over your chest indignantly. A true brat, indeed.
The corners of Hanma's lips turned up slightly, and he leaned down to kiss your forehead softly before grabbing you by the neck with the "Punishment" hand.
"Telling me what to do, huh baby? I kinda liked that glint in your eyes just then."
He tilted your head back to peck your lips, then put one hand on the chair to push it forward towards his desk.
Hanma slammed you against that desk, the sturdy oak material not even moving an inch with the impact.
"Can't say it's anybody's fault but my own, but that's okay. I like it when you get bitchy."
"What are you doing, Shuji? Stop messing around!" You moved to get up, but the look that he shot you quickly made you reconsider.
"You wanted me on my knees, so that's what I'm doing, baby."
He chuckled softly and dropped to his knees before you.
Your jaw almost dropped to the floor; this was new.
A small, golden key on a chain around his neck came into your line of sight as Hanma reached behind his head to unclasp it.
He used the key to unlock a bottom drawer on the desk and pulled out a pair of shiny, silver ankle cuffs along with a spreader bar.
āYou like talking down to me? Making me into your little bitch? Huh, babe?ā
Once he had you situated with your legs bent up at an angle and cuffed to either leg of the desk, he rolled his sleeves up.
Hanma spanked the fat parts of your thighs - left, right - alternating between āSinā and āPunishmentā as if you had wronged him, had betrayed him somehow and he wanted to make you suffer before he gave into pleasuring you.
Your body jolted and you flattened your back against the soft cushion of the chair with each strike.
He didnāt stop until your skin was so warm that it couldāve been glowing if you looked hard enough. His big, strong hands smoothed over the aching flesh and then slipped behind your knees to hike your legs up enough to slip his head between them.
The cuffs clinked against the legs of the desk, the cold material uncomfortably digging into your ankles.
āSHUJI, oh God!ā
His hot tongue flickered over your clit; he used the tip to coax it from under its hood before pulling back and spitting a fat glob of spit onto it. The lewd sound echoed across the expanse of the large office space, making your face burn.
He moved his hands from behind your knees to grip your still-aching thighs and hold you steady as he buried his face in your wet cunt and went to town.
When Shuji was irritated and eating you out, he was doing it for his pleasure, not yours. It always felt like he was worshipping you, though. Doing his best to please you and show you that you didnāt belong anywhere else except with him.
āMmm..,ā he moaned, opening his golden eyes and staring up at your heated face as he continued to use his tongue to play between your folds.Ā
With a loud slurp, he pulled himself away, reluctantly.
āAhh!ā
Three fingers sunk into you; āPunishmentā while āSinā pulled your folds back so he could watch how your little hole stretched to take him.
āYouāre soakinā me, fuckinā slut.ā Hanma grunted as your juices began sliding down his wrist and forearm.
After only a few minutes of this, he removed his fingers and flicked them - you could hear your wetness splash against the marble floor, further embarrassing you but also turning you on.
He switched hands in rapid succession and began fingering you once again, twisting and angling his fingers directly at your G-spot.
āS-Shuji, pleaseā¦ā Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, breathing labored.
"What's that?,ā he leaned his ear towards you, āready for me to get up, love?"
He sat back on his legs, knees spread wide so you could see how his cock strained against his pinstriped suit pants. You quickly shook your head.
"N-no, Shuji - please, don't stop!"
This brought a wicked smile to Hanmaās face and he licked over his lips before leaning back in to kiss each of your knees.
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+ T W ā¾ 18+ only . smut . sugar daddy!gojo .
dilf!gojo . f!reader . implied ddlg dynamics . adult age gap (the amount is your interpretation) . aquaphilia aka underwater sex . praise . a bit of a baby bimbo reader so um dacryphilia, no rly, like iām talking actual tears, yeah . gojou has a dumb joke (or two) . mention of divorce (not yours) and of gojoās child (also not yours) . slight size kink if you squint . i feel like both flaunted capitalism and vapid self-indulgence needs a tag here ?? we be explorin dark kink of all kinds on this here blog, right? (ļ½”>Ļ<ļ½”) . reader has a few nicknames . no beta . and lastly, probably goes without saying but daddy kink, i repeat, daddy kink . oyasumi āļø .
+ A N ā¾ um, istg i totally did not mean to post this dilf!gojo on actual fatherās day, h-whoa? but the universe just always has my back i swear, an amazing coincidence as i only realized right before posting, and somehow it feels *symbolic* ?? - this is for the sugar daddy collab by @sleepysnk, ty for letting me join last minute summer ā”Ā
+ W C ā¾ circa 5,500
Zz Zz Zz.
Within your skirt a vibration kicks off.Ā
The ringing of a phone tucked into the waistband against your tummy chimes out its soft little tune where you withdraw it to peek at the screen. Flashing vibrantly across its surface reads āDD Gojoā, and the smile unveiling on your face shines as brightly as the reflected device in your palm.
From where you stand on the sidewalk in elegant heels, all dolled up for the occasion, the twilight of dusk is visible on the horizon. The vision of picturesque dark multi-colored hues harmonize nicely with the wafting scent of warm pastries and tea in the air nearby, out from the cafe of the luxury shopping center youāve been waiting in front of: Gojoās favorite meeting spot. Whereby inevitably, has become yours as well.Ā
A place you have both frequented together before, where he has showered you with many gifts, many times over, treasured in both of your memories. Cherished adventures built here upon wining and dining at the finest restaurants, playing dress up at the shops amongst extravagance, the cavalcade of glittering jewels and lavish garmentsāall the things you deserve as far as heās concerned. He is of the belief that whatever you receive should be nothing but the best the world could ever offer, or at least his wallet, he figures.Ā
And since life has been really tough on him latelyādivorce is a bitch, the entire ongoing legal process has been one drawn out migraineāyou and your overall companionship are so highly prized, not only in his day-to-day, but because of the new glow youāve supplied his life. Especially during the last several months of regularly seeing one another after the separation from his marriage.Ā
Unabashed in his absolute fondness for you, he has deemed you his little crĆØme de la crĆØme angel.
You pick up the jingling phone in your hand.
Gojo Satoru seems to be in an especially exuberant and silly mood when his voice forces a notable husky tone, answering your greeting with a fun-loving tease, a low murmur on the other end of the call.
āRing-ding-dongāis baby ready for my dong, sweets?ā He finds himself hilarious, goofy, a laugh ripping out of his throat with audacity, clearly and thoroughly enjoying his own terrible joke.
Wow. Thereās that classic on-a-whim, lively, larger-than-life bluntness that comes along with Gojoās Sagittarius energy you have come to know well: heās innately playful and comedic, fun, loud, has got a charmingly sharp tongue with no filterāit can sometimes come back to bite him in the ass if heās not carefulāand all of that is blanketed by a sort of fiery sense of passion for the things he loves.
The fact remains that his way of being has always been able to find a kind of carefree humor within you, something so inexplicable. He brings out in you a sense of total ease or lightness you werenāt even sure you were capable of. A kind of untapped, unfettered joy no one has ever been able to touch in you beforeā¦
So youāre halfway snickering at him now, amused, but with full-blown sarcasm you reply, āHaāha, Satoru, youāre so classyā¦ā then youāre truly giggling, ā...just shuddup and get over here already.ā You try to restrain the crack of a too-wide smile from spreading across your cheeks, but fail, gloriously.
So you give in to it. Deciding to oblige him, you press the mic of the phone closer to your lips with a hand cupped over your mouth, shielding your next spoken words while you avert your head downward in a play of secrecy. Itās almost a whisper when you respond.Ā
āButā¦yes, I think thatā¦just maybe, I am ready for it. Got it?ā
Heās unable to actually see the minxy raise of your brow shown on your face, but the gesture is not lost on him from the tone in your voice. He hears it loud and clear.
āJeesus, baby, Iām cominā, Iām cominā...ā, the subtle rise of anticipation within him giddy and excitable. "Listen, Iām almost there. My GPS says Iām two minutes away.ā
Late afternoon air has you rubbing away chilly goosebumps alive on your skin, particularly your upper arms, to bring you warmth. āOk, good. Please hurry, itās getting nippy out.āĀ
āOh?ā Here it comes⦠āMm, ya better have nipples outā¦see you soon.ā The sound of a bold chuckle is distorted by the phone speaker before itās cut off by a prompt click. He disconnected the call in that way.
Already, it is your second humored eye-roll of the evening from his cheeky Gojo-behavior and you havenāt even seen him yet.
Your chest is lighter because of it.
The shopping bags in your grasp shift from two hands into one, your free hand thumbing to find the golden credit card Gojo lent you in the pocket of your jacket. Assuring yourself that itās still there is important.Ā
Over a month ago, he had broken the news of how meetups between the two of you would soon become more of a challenge, due to court and custody hearings surrounding the finalization of his divorce. Youād be spending a considerable amount of time apart, heād said. It would be longer than usual, by a whole month, and offered to grant you some form of consolation in return.
So the very next day, an express-shipped credit card appeared at your doorstep in the fine afternoon with a letter enclosed. In it, he expressed that you were to use it and shop to your little heartās content. The only deal was that you would hand it back upon the arrival of this date.
The car that pulls up to double park along the curbside beside you is, without a doubt, the most expensive car you will have ever ridden. Itās new. Gojo had mentioned it last week, making the purchase to lift his spirits and also as celebration for the court case heād won against his ex. Theyād granted him equal joint custody of their child. Actually, his final stop prior to fetching you this evening had been dropping off his baby daughter.
The door swings open on its own, remotely controlled by electronics. In view and resting on the front seat is a tatty teddy bear belonging to his child that was forgotten.
āOops, lemme move that for you.ā Somehow the sight of this tiny plush toy in his large hand brings about the sweetest rush in you for him. The stuffed animal is laid to rest onto the back seat where you also note a hollow purple baby bottle leaking a dribble of spilt milk from its nipple and onto the cushion.Ā
Nineties grunge-rock plays soft on the radio when you climb in. The air is filled with a sweet and peppery, woodsy scent, one you recognize immediatelyāitās him, his comforting cologne so greatly missed, only making you that much more aware of just how profound the ache has truly been for this moment to be by his side.Ā
Crawling towards him, you pelt your eager arms around his neck, a way that communicates it has felt like an eternity apart. Both of you have a greater sense of it now, from being in the otherās presence. You can hardly keep your exhilaration in check, not with the soft squeals you let loose on his shoulder.Ā For a moment, together you melt, breathing into each other.
It hangs in the air of the moment as you embrace.Ā
The weight of the wait.Ā
He then cradles you deeper, pulling you into an assertive kiss so welcoming, so sloppy with intention, itās as if heās blissfully unconcerned with how messy it is because, finally, youāre here. Letting you know itās been far too long for him when heās matting your cheeks with numerous pecks and taking in the scent of your hair.
Withdrawing to observe you, his eyes alight with radiance at the full sight of you, your energy.
āGod, I almost forgot just how stunning you are. Look at you! Justā¦incredible.ā
The praise washes over you and after exchanging a few more greeting words, of how youāve longed to see each other, he shifts the car gear into drive.Ā
Buildings whip across the dark sunset and late dusk settles in. The spectacle of nightfall on this ride, of the city through the windshield, excites him enough to ignite a sudden curious stir in his pants. Maybe itās the prospect of what night can bring with you along after so much distance that has his dick twitch at the thought alone.Ā Ā
And with that, his hand is creeping over to your lap. It should be almost comical when you believe for the quickest moment that his approaching hand would be innocent. One only of affection, to caress you, a gentle expression only in missing youā¦
But consequently, their energy becomes differentāturn into those fingers, the kind you know well that are wanting, possessive. And being able to even think another thought is lost on you before he is squeezing at the thickest part of your inner thigh then slipping under your skirt.
āSatoruuuā¦waitā¦ā you swat his arm with a light tap, dissuading him from getting too distracted. Itās happened once or twice before heās lost control of the wheel when attempting something as naughty as this, but it is half-hearted when you breathily urge, āā¦payā¦pay attention to the roadā¦āĀ
Not a moment later, out from the speakers the bass booms more loudly, the volume amplifying higher by the second where the music thumps heavy throughout your body. You locate the outlandish crystal-eyed culprit and his thumb pressing the ā+ volume upā button on the steering wheel.
Not only does he have the music blasted, but has the gall to flash a cutesy grin of mischief at you, a most sinful and impish face. That expression is followed up with a playful mocking yell, where the holler of his voice competes and cuts through the music.Ā
āHUH, baby?-! WHAT? I can't hear you!ā he teases, then carries on anyway with the slide of his fingers between your pressed thighs. Itās difficult for you not to part them a smidge while the electric feel of his three fingers reaches for your clothed cunt. They press flat against your mound at the first touch, then begin to fondle lightly at the grooves of your pussy, tracing the outer shape of it with his fingertips.Ā
Having some restraint here had been your aim, but tonight you seem to be failing plenty at not completely succumbing to his whimsical charmāit's just been so long since youāve been near himāyouād almost forgotten how magnetic his presence truly is.Ā
Attempting to keep your desire hidden, you try stifling the puff of air that escapes your throat, turning your head away towards the window, but it is futile. On full display to him now is how unable you are to withstand his spellbinding touch, and heād spotted it. That little starved expression tells Gojo how badly youāre fiending, it has him lowering the radio, the amplitude of the loud song descending and funneling out of the small space, volume all the way down so he can very clearly hear what his defiance has wrought on you.Ā
Listening to your tiny constrained moans sends heat straight through his abdomen. You do not want to be condoning any of this while heās driving, but unfortunately for your willpower, you act on instinct when you begin pawing desperately at the muscular forearm connected to strong fingers massaging over the wet spot of your panties.
āYeahhā¦you like this, huh? Knew it.āĀ
But, in a moment too soon, he is cut off by an abrupt swerve of the car and you gasp.
āShitāā he grips steadfast onto the wheel, gaining composure of the vehicle.
ā...Alright, alright, you were right. Letās save this.ā Punctuating the final word with one reassuring pat down onto your pussy, it's honestly more like a gentle spank.
Youāre pouting, but of course you nod, agree, and settle into the electrically warmed seat produced by the suave leather chair, feeling loosened up.
Safety first.
. + .
The door to Gojoās opulent estate, only a fraction of what sits on a 22-acre property, welcomes you by the greeting of a polished and suited butler. Warm lighting casts down from the expansive ceiling and itās the first time this evening youāre able to catch a true glimpse of Gojoās eyes. They look a bit tired, a tad worn from his recent circumstances, but it is truly a wonder how he can make even a light touch of under-eye bags look sexy.
Walking past the foyer toward the candle-lit living room, you extend him your comfort. Wrapping your arm around the bulk of his bicep, the other palm reaches for the hard pec on his chest to rub soothing circles of understanding.Ā
Here you are at long last, approaching the grand sofa, both of you plopping yourselves atop the plush expanse and seamlessly locking on to one another. He relishes in the beautiful body flush against his.Ā
Encircling his waist with your arms, you find it rather cute in taking note that he is marginally plumper around his middle than before, having developed a more modest weight around his butt and love handles. Though abs of steel still ripple his shirt, the overworked dad you hold in your arms seems to have relaxed a little from the recent stress and you are filled with a sudden pride for him.Ā
A light-hearted joke flickers in your mind of his natural ability to take up space from his energy alone anywayāhow you admire it, a part of you secretly wishing you could embody more of that in yourselfābut mostly in how you appreciate this bigger physical development in him, because it now means there's a little more of him in the world.
āShall we toast?ā he suggests, so he whips you up a nice pink drink while he sips hard gin on the rocks, leaning back, thighs spread open like an empowered slut.Ā
Curiosity then strikes him when the haul of shopping bags sitting on the floor from your spree earlier this evening catches his eye. āOoo, lemme me take a peek at what you got.ā he sits up and nods, face gleaming.Ā
One by one each item is showcased and he is enthralled by every piece, because of course he isāitās part of why he adores you, chose you, your keen eye and clear level of taste has always been impeccable, distinct and unique, highly attractive.Ā
Then his heart is increasing in size as you confirm, right here, right now, that those arenāt amongst your only positive qualities when youāre showing him youād also picked up something for him and had been thoughtful enough to do so. An ornate watch is pulled out of a fresh bag by your delicate hands, that then with a snap is on his wrist, handsome as it glints and refracts in the candlelight of the room.
Your body reaches over the littered items on the elaborate rug, clasping the final shopping bag which houses the bikini you had bought for this reunion by his request.Ā
He whistles at it. āSuperb. Model it for me, will you, babe?ā
You do. Twirl, shimmy, joke with an exaggerated runway catwalk, giggle, then thereās something visible written on his face and youāre able to anticipate what his next move might be.
Gojo had developed a pension for bestowing you with a few cutesy nicknames in the time spent getting to know you. Amongst his favorites and most frequently used is that of ācherrybombā. Must be a fan of The Runaways, you figured, but it truly came about when, almost exclusively, you began wearing rouge-shade lipsticks in his presence. Perhaps you could make yourself seem a little older, youād hoped, give yourself a closer touch of sophistication in his world by presenting yourself in such a way.Ā
But mostly heād donned you with the specific moniker because a smattering of the red tends to end up around the lower half of his dick after he's had his way with you, a faint painted crimson over his pelvis near where it meets the shaft.Ā
Youāre halfway through striking a faked model pose when he lifts himself off the couch and approaches. With an index finger so sensual, he presses up into the cushion of your ruby lips, holding tight to your gaze, coaxing you with a query, āSo, gonna help daddy feel better now, cherrybomb?"
Then, far into the depths of crystalline aqua you swim, deep into the mesmerizing eyes that lock onto yours and you say nothing; nothing except for an exhale of hot moist vapor releasing onto the firm finger that baits you. The slow lick you give it afterward, dragging your tongue up along the column of his digit, landing at the tip, answers any and all of his questions. He can already feel the swell of blood trickling in to fill up his cock.
The time has come for his hand to guide you through another hallway toward the recently completed construction of a large-scale naturesque onsen the size of a massive pool, installed in the outdoor area beyond the sliding doors. Intending to experience it tonight for the first time was on his agenda, professing his desire to christen the new space with you, right before he glides a magnificent lustered glass door to one side, letting you through.
You step into the open atmosphere: water bedazzled by moonlight, submerged light fixtures softly illuminating a mint-aqua azure-blue glow, steam rising thick as fog. A plethora of tall bamboo trees enclose the surrounding space, a waterfall cascades off a giant boulder just around the bend and beneath your feet and everywhere is an assortment of gorgeous stones varying in shapes, sizes and sorts.
Gojo leans into you from behind when you approach the onsenās outer edge, planting kisses along your neck. A clean tug at the string of your bikini top by his hand has it flopping off your breasts, exposing them to the crisp night air, amongst the sprinkle of stars hanging in the heavens. Bikini bottoms hit your ankles next and he strips completely, down to his boxers, then to nothing at all. Already heās rock hard, a cock so upright, it seems it could nearly touch his abs.
A large hand links to yours, leading you down into the inviting water.
"God, youāre tiny next to me." He tells you, loving how much his big build towers your frame, admiring your body from behind as you descend into the blue, bare feet hitting each lowered pebbled step.
Submerging into warmth, it cradles you as you dip in. Vapor floats off the lapping surface where your joined bodies bob together in water, all of your limbs wrapped around him. He wastes not another second longer, gripping you impossibly closer, making out with you, ardently; proving himself to be ever the great multitasker with one hand gripped on your asscheek and another kneading at your breast.
Now the sizzling of your skin isnāt from the heated water alone, for beneath the very surface you simmer for him, a robust flame of aching arousal so unbearable it has you trembling. Shaky and flustered by lust, from how strong hands grope every inch of your body, how his tongue intoxicates you as it rolls fluidly against yours, he senses it allāhow overcome you are by needāmaking him groan with a fire in his belly, as do you, too.Ā
Desire has your spine arching. Legs still grasped to his waist, your ass pops backward as far as it will reach, creating easy access for him where he can trace fingertips along the crack of your ass as a guide, down to the āXā which marks the spot of your slick hole.
Two thick fingers dip up, curl inside you, and plumes of oxygen off your light moans release between whimpers. Like your third eye opening, the instant clarity you receive in understanding how these fingers are able to create such powerful sorcery is made evident now, by his digits making literal magic in you as they fuck you filthy beneath the water.Ā
āMissed you like hell.ā He murmurs, then you grip tighter, moaning, sucking a quick bruise on his neck.Ā
Yet all too soon, he notes the angle of his wrist is not ideal, nor the slight pushback from the water. All of it provides much resistance for him to thrust into you at the necessary speed that he knows would truly have you unraveling for him.
A light bulb flicks on in his head.
āTurn for me.ā He commands, gentle and true.
In favor of getting you back to the onsen steps without letting you lose arousal, he whips your body around, directing your arms to wind behind his neck, your ankles to wrap around his. With your back meeting his chest, exposed nipples sting wet in the cold bite of the air, wading you through the water. His goal to keep that hot coil of desire burning within you also means his own cravings run high right now, to have you squirming on his fingers from this position, knowing where that button can be pressed upon.Ā
āThaaatās it, baby, keep it up for meā¦ā He entices, approvingly, an eager hand reaching from around your hip to the front, massaging over your clit in winding motions of expertise. His game is won when your hips begin to stutter, rocking and chasing for more of his touch and he can sense the steady rhythm of your thighs tensing against his.
Soon, your feet hit the stony steps. Placed on a higher level than him, it gives him reason to bend you over as planned, to hike your ass up above the waterline where it collects just around your thighs. Itās there you are instructed to hold steadfast on the edge of the onsen.
āGood, baby. Just like that.ā
He reckons itās his turn to make you pliant and easy access for himself. From where he stands below, waist deep in water, his face is lined with the entirety of your raw nether-region, anxiously awaiting to eat you out from behind.
But first, the sight of you like this is truly something to behold.
Here is a quick moment of pause for Gojo, caught in admiring the beauty of pearlescent vapors casting heat off of every bit of your skin, dancing upward through the shine of moonbeams contrasted against the darkness.
āMmm.ā Thereās a tone of carnal wonderāand just a touch of light playfulnessāin his humbled voice. āYour pussy is steaming hot, baby. Literally.ā
You whine from the unfavorable lack of contact as he purrs his sweet words. Air is blown over your bare steamy cunt by his lips, cooling it down, watching it clench, eyeing heat vapors disperse around it. Then he gingerly pries the petals of your pussy open, lingers in admiration for another moment longer before finally tugging your thighs backward to strike his face onto the wet folds. He impresses a deep open-mouthed kiss onto it, sucking your pussy slow and deep into his mouth, and you snapāout comes your ungodly cry in ecstasy. He makes it sloppy, purposefully a bit disheveled, all wicked slurps and licks of passion, and a huff from his nose hits your asshole in a stimulating sensation.Ā
The taste of the mineral water mixed with the sweet drip of your cunt thoroughly quenches his thirst for this christening.
Light daddy scruff from his lower face can be felt against you as another slow upward lick nearly grazes your anus. He wants to create a plateau of his tongue stretching across the whole of your pussy, so heās scooping under to search for your clit and press there, toying with the nub for several long languid beats.Ā
That is until he makes a quicker decision to swap it in favor of shoving his fingers inside you and pump them with force from behind. When you thrust back to help his fingers reach deeper, he already misses his face being trapped and pressed to your cunt, so he moves back to slurping your clit too.Ā
Your head falls forward as you crescendo from tiny whimpers into staccato groans, then sensing him pause for the smallest of moments only to catch a breath where you can feel his rapid draw of air.
He is attuned to when your hips begin gyrating harder onto his sucks, itās a signal youāre close to your finish. So he doubles down, grabbing hold of your sides in a bruising grip, fingertips digging deep into the flesh of your hips where he forces you tighter onto his face. All thatās left to give is a tiny sting of pain to send you reeling and crying out his name, so his large hand cracks down on an asscheek, several filthy slaps, with the swirl of his tongue still on you.
He alternates, working and circling open your tender hole to motioning down onto pulsating clit-sucks in such perfect rhythm, itās like the epic beat of a hit songāand in an instant, it must be your favorite tune, because now youāre singing out along with it, belting out with a searing vibrant orgasm that courses through you.
Your elbows and knees wobble, near to collapse, but heās caught you just in time with a slide of his arm underneath your tummy, holding you up with another hand by your outer thigh.Ā
And you feel entirely supported by him, in many more ways than one.
Youāre weakened and topple sweetly into the water, flopping backward into his broad chest. He draws in your back from behind, whispering warmth in your ear.
āDaddyās turn.ā
The way your cheeks beam in post-glow daze has him tender-hearted. āAw, my little cherrybombā¦ā he brushes away clumped strands of hair plastered to your face, ā...like how only I can make you feel?ā
Being older than you means heās more experienced. No one other than Gojo has even remotely had you cumming as hard, so you can't deny his accuracy. Youād never dream of denying it anyway.
āWithout question, daddy,ā a little raspy voice so sincere, your body twirling in the clear blue liquid to face him outright, telling him point blank, āyouāre the only one that has the power to make me feel this good.ā Nearly sung like a lullaby off your tongue, you stare up at him with the most earnest eyes.
The sweet innocence of your praise is so astounding it raises his eyelids to widen so greatly until the appearance of the moonās reflection fully shines in his eyes ; a genuine response to your unwavering devotion. Then itās gone in a flash, because his eyelids shut when heās peppering a line of kisses over your forehead and his dick is forcibly throbbing against you.
āMhm yeah, you feel that?ā He sucks on your earlobe, itās still between lips as his whisper vibrates on the sensitive skin. āWant you bad. Help your daddy out now."
Itās nearly impossible to contain yourself when the all consuming thought and need in this moment is his grown cock in your hand, to supply him with anything and everything that would satisfy him, service him with the utmost amount of pleasure possible itās as though he would never again know of pain.
Plunging forward and splashing further into the water, you hurl yourself onto him, a hand wrapped around his cock, an arm thrown around his nape. You pull him into another session of sucking one anotherās faces, feverish mouths echoing moans into each other while you fist him below the water.
Gradually, the motion pushes him further and further backward until his spine hits an eventual rocky wall, arms-length away from the flow of the waterfall.
Gojo hauls you up by your thighs to wrap over his hips, simply wanting you to feel how hard he is from the outside, skin against skin, tenderly outlining the full protruding length of himself over your folds. Teasing between velvety lips, heās grinning at how much of your slick can be felt through the water as he rhythmically runs his hard cock to bump up against your clit. Pleasure erupts through you with uncontrollable shuddering, from the remembrance of how unbelievable it could be just to have Gojo rubbing over you, the rush of the hazy memory all comes flooding back to you now.
Your head cannot withstand its own weight any longer, dropping dead into his fragrant shoulder, the scent of his neck driving you to delirium, inducing an almost intolerable desire for him.
Ā āEnjoying yourself?ā He chimes, but you are barely able to muffle out an agreement with your mouth muted against his skin. The best you can give is a tiny nod and it feels youāve mildly blacked-out behind closed lids.
āTell me how much you need it.ā He commands.
āI-Iā¦ā you start, but it dies in your throat, ā...I...Iāā
āCome on, baby,ā he coos, a little smug, a bit more pride in his request, āI wanna hear it.ā
You're at a loss, struggling to form coherent sentences, already helplessly weak from his cock and it's not even inside of you yet.
ā...so...s-so bad, pleaseā¦Iāā
A wordless understanding soon emanates between you both, suspended in the air surrounding you. Itās a palpable exchange of etheric empathy. He understandsāidentifies, since you have never spent this much time apart before and seeping into the gravity of that is also beginning to make him feel dizzied.
āThat's itā¦thatās itā¦you can do it, sweets, you can tell me...ā He rocks his taunting hips, hypnotizing your needy hole from the outside with the prodding head of his cock as you try once more to formulate a sensical sentence.
āDaddy, I justā!ā You feel actual tears starting to well up in your eyes, āāmissed you so much-!ā
An unexpected pang in your chest induces a flood of tears from your lower lash line. Itās only obvious to you now that youāve been harboring this specific avoided emotion for a while, possibly even weeks. Trying to keep āstrongā, convincing yourself youāve been fine, or shoving down anything that would surface from within you about making the distance a bigger deal than you thought it ought to be.
Feeling so foolish, naive, to be crying with a mix of anguished pleasure for him, you lightly choke on your resistance to all of it, but without any ability to stop it.
He slows, then halts to observe your face, detecting the moisture below your eyes. It catches him by surprise. Concerned for you, he speaks with care.Ā
āAww, angelllā¦āĀ
A tear streams down your cheek where he stops it with his lips, kissing it away, and Gojo feels his cock swell harder.
Undeniably horny by your undeniable ache for him.
A hand swipes over your face, shushing you to calm. āShhā¦that's alright, okay baby, shh, you did goodāso good speaking up for meāletting me know how much you want meā¦ā soothing tingles by gentle scratches of his hands along your back quell you, ā...re-laaa-xā¦shhā¦that was good enough for me now.ā
Your cheeks are burning, born out of the pit of stupidity you feel as it pools in your stomach. Yet still, you continue to tear up, subtle quivering comes in waves over your body and has him offering you more words of comfort.
ā...Nnnmā¦I missed you too, hey, heyāā he cups your face, making sure youāre truly hearing him. āāI did too, I really didā¦I know, baby, I knowā¦ā since youāre already crying, he might as well give you a better reason to, in the only way he knows to make it better, ā...missed you somethin fierceā¦hereālemme show you how much. Comeāereāā
Lining up with your drenched hole, he guides you down onto the smooth stretch of his thick cock and your breath constricts. It has your face contorting from the dizzying nature of it all, denting your nails into his broad back. Gojoās glimmering eyes connect with yours, reflecting back a shared intensity. Your gazes mirror one another as two pairs of eyelids are drooping together in unison, carefully examining each otherās faces as you adjust to him and he finally bottoms out inside you. But he grants you mere moments before the overwhelming thirst for you is far too irresistible to bear any longer.Ā
He surrenders to the will of his body as if possessed, chasing more of the sweet suck of your cunt in every thrust and now youāre crying from something else entirely. Strong, effortless, determined pumps of his length drive into your core, the way he knows youāll always end up begging for, although now, no longer does he want to ask that of you.Ā
In this instance, his sole purpose becomes your unspoken bliss, to anticipate your desires without you needing to word them, yearning to spare you any further trace of strain or exertion. He intends to allow you the full sensation of simply craving his strong presence, pistoning into you, to let you relinquish control, entrusting him to tend to every remaining detail of your pleasure.
āDoes this make you happier, baby? Hm?ā Still carrying you, he turns a 180, switching spots to push your back against the flat rocky surface and ram you up against the wall. āDoes it? H-huh? Ngh. Does it make you ha-happy?āĀ
The splishing of the waterfall and his fierce rhythmic grunts are the only sounds filling your ears. You nearly match the waterfall as more tears spill and thatās when youāre sure he doesnāt require a verbal reply. The confirmation of your entire body responding to him renders sufficient, like how your fingers instinctively entwine with his hair, gentle tugs at snowy locks for extra support, you then give a few wobbled nods.
But now he needs a little more support and leverage, gearing up for that one ideal angle in you.Ā
Hanging low and tilted just overhead, rests a bamboo tree. Reaching that one sweet gummy spot inside of you will mean reaching one of his arms up to grab hold of it. Gojo steadily raises both of your connected bodies so both waists together are just a hair above the waterline. He is up on his toes, tight grip on the bamboo culm, when he pounds you to perfection, deep and generous, positively wrecking you ātill youāre wailing from your finish in blinding satisfaction.Ā
And daddy fucks you raw into the night, again and again, through to the edge of dawn; then later on, when the birds begin to chirp and you are fully spent in his bed ā so fucking cute when youāre fast asleep ā Gojo realizes he wonāt ever grow tired of the faint traces of cherry smeared across his pillows.
Cw: Smut with plot, oral (male and female receiving), masturbation, fingering, face sitting, unprotected sex, virgin! Takemichi, experienced! Reader, sub! Takemichi, roommates, friends to FWB, minor spoilers for ch. 277 and forward, 3.7k words
š«In which you and Takemichi are "just bestfriends"š«
To say you and Takemichi were inseparable was an understatement. You guys have always been there for each other. Back in middle school when you both got into your first relationship and constantly went to each other for advice. Whenever he and Toman got into fights and he needed someone to patch him up. Or when you needed a shoulder to cry on during your guys' high school years because some idiot cheated on you. Whatever the reason is, you guys were always there for one another. Even now at 26, you guys were still the same. Always together. What made it even better is you guys are roommates.
It may have seemed like more than you guys just being friends to others. You always tried to convince your friends it was nothing serious and that's just how your guys' friendship was, but did they ever listen? Of course not. Sure he always stopped by the shop and excused it as āhe happened to be in the areaā. Yes, he waited outside the shop for you at the end of every one of your shifts, dinner in hand as you guys walked back home together. Itās for your safety he always claimed. Sure he called you pet names like babe, baby, sweetie, honey, and honestly so many more. To you guys though, it was just how your friendship worked.Ā
āI donāt know why you keep trying to deny it,ā Seishu said as he helped you close up the shop. He was the number one firm believer that you and Takemichi were more than just friends. āItās clear as daylight. Whatās the point in fighting it?ā.Ā
You rolled your eyes at him as you finished mopping the floor, freeing the tiles of all the gunk it collected throughout the day. You and Seishu had the same debate every day. You would think it had grown old, but how could it be when you and Takemichi continuously gave him more reasons to think something else was going on? āWeāre just friends. Thatās all. Must we go through this every day?ā.Ā
You didnāt have to look at him to know he was giving you a smirk, not believing a word coming from your lips. Before he could even make a witty comment you interrupted him. āBelieve whatever you want Seishu, but I know where I and Takemichi standā.Ā
When you stepped out of the shop and entered the dark, cold night you immediately noticed something was off. Takemichi wasnāt there. Now itās not like you need him to walk with you. After all, you only live four minutes away from your work. However, it felt odd not seeing your best friend when you were fresh off your shift. You figured he was probably busy at home or out running late-night errands.
When you stepped inside your apartment, it was awfully quiet. Way too quiet. Whenever you came home, you were greeted with Takemichiās TV blasting loudly from his room (which you guys have gotten many noise complaints about). Hearing nothing made you question if you stepped into the wrong apartment for a moment. You slowly walked through the living room and towards the back where both of your guys' rooms reside. You would have been convinced you were home alone if it werenāt for the sound of faint shuffling coming from your best friend's room. A smile immediately grew on your face, and you were about to open the door and greet him, but the sound of more shuffling and what sounded like a moan stopped you.Ā
You should have just turned around. It was clear as day what was going on in there, and you should have respected his privacy. You didnāt though. You couldnāt stop yourself from pressing your ears against the wooden door separating you guys, wanting to hear more of what was happening on the other side.Ā
The sounds of his soft moans were slipping through the door and straight to your core. You couldnāt help the way you were getting aroused. Your legs crossed together, the wetness from your arousal growing by the second. You really should walk away and leave him be. After all, friends donāt do this. Friends donāt listen to each other masturbate. They for sure donāt get horny either because of it. There was something about the way he sounded though. His high-pitched moans were on the verge of being whimpers. He sounded breathless and tired. Almost like heās been at it for hours. He sounded beautiful. You thought there was nothing else that could sound more heavenly. That was until you heard it. The slip of a name.Ā
Your name.Ā
You were supposed to be quiet so he didnāt know you were spying, but the gasp you let out blew your cover. You were just so surprised by the fact that he was in there calling out for you. Chanting your name like a hymn. You could hear the sound of his bed moving, followed by footsteps on the ground, heading towards the door. You should turn around and retreat to your room. It would be awkward if he caught you outside his room. You couldnāt seem to move though. You were like a deer in headlights. He was getting closer though. Closer. Closer. The voice in your head was screaming for you to run away as fast as your legs could carry you, but you felt like your feet were glued to the ground. There was no escaping this. You watched as the door handle turned, the door swinging open to reveal your best friend.Ā
His eyes widened, his shocked expression mirroring yours. āW-What are you doing outside my door?ā.Ā
He looked disheveled. His hair which was usually neatly styled was anything but neat. His skin had a thin layer of sweat along his exposed upper body, and his sweatpants hung low, exposing his v-line and happy trail. All clear evidence of his previous activities. He looked majestic in your eyes. Something about it made you want to hop on him now. That would be ridiculous though. Heās your best friend. You couldnāt help but feel some kind of way though. He looked too good like this.Ā
You couldnāt deny the way he was making you feel. āTakemichi⦠what were you doing in there?ā. You already knew what he was up to, so your asking was pointless. He didnāt answer you though. He was too nervous. That was clear by his flustered cheeks and the way he was avoiding eye contact with you.Ā
āTakemichiā You called to catch his attention, which worked. When his blue eyes met yours, it felt like something lit up within you. You wanted him. You wanted him bad. āIf you needed help, you could have just asked. Weāre friends after allā. You honestly didnāt know what you were saying. It was like your mouth was moving faster than your brain could process.
Now it was his turn to look like a deer in headlights. He seemed surprised by your suggestion. āDo you mean it? Would that be weird?ā. The last thing he wanted was for your guys' friendship to be ruined because of this. Of course, you didnāt want that either, but that wasnāt what you were worried about right now. Nowhere near it. You had to reassure him everything would be fine and no matter what, your guys' friendship would always be solid.Ā
Thatās exactly how you ended up where you are now. Accompanying him in his room. You had decided to play some background music to kill the silence in the room. Takemichi was sitting on the edge of his bed next to you, looking straight at the wall instead of at you. This probably would have felt more awkward if it wasnāt with someone you were so comfortable with. The black-haired boy turned to you, finally deciding to speak up. āI need to tell you something before we start though. I-Iām a virgin..ā.
You couldnāt help but chuckle at him. āI figured that muchā. It was a little obvious that he was still a virgin. No scratch that. It was extremely obvious. After all, you guys tell each other everything, so you know he would come running to tell you about his first time. You also knew he would have asked you for advice about being sexually active with a girl. Those two things had never happened, so it was clear he never did anything. āI can teach you some things if youād likeā.Ā
You swear you had never seen your best friend so excited. He had a small little smile on his face and he was nodding his head slightly. āI think that sounds goodā. That was all the confirmation you needed.Ā
You turned your body so you were facing him. You wanted to start slow and easy to not overwhelm him. You leaned in slowly, wanting a kiss, and he got the memo, meeting you halfway. When the two of your lips connected, you swore you melted away. His lips were soft and tasted like cherry, thanks to the chapstick he stole from you weeks ago. It felt like the kiss lasted forever, and you werenāt complaining. Honestly, if it could stay like this forever, you would. However, you couldnāt, and you slowly started to pull away.Ā
āSo, how was-ā
Before you could even finish asking your question his lips were back on yours. This time it was more aggressive, teeth clashing as his hands made their way to your waist. To say he was growing eager was an understatement. You didnāt mind how messy the kiss was growing though. His tongue was instantly in your mouth, exploring the area as he let out a muffled moan. You allowed your hands to cup his cheeks for a second before moving them downward, brushing against his chest and stomach, to which he shuddered in response. You didnāt stop lowering your hands until they reached the waistband of his sweats. You could already feel his semi-hard length through the cotton. You palmed him slowly through his bottoms, earning a soft groan from him.Ā
He pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you both. āDonāt tease me..ā He said in a breathless tone as he leaned back on his hands. You chuckled at him once more. You found how eager and impatient he was quite amusing seeing as though you guys were only just getting started. You wanted to take care of him, so you decided not to tease him too much. Slipping from the bed, you situated yourself on your knees in between his thighs.
āHave you never done anything with a girl?ā You asked him. It was a dumb question honestly. You already know the answer. You just wanted to hear him say it. He didnāt respond verbally though. Instead, he nodded his head, a flustered expression returning. That wasnāt good enough for you though. āTakemichi, use your words,ā you said in almost a degrading tone.Ā
The blush on his face deepened before he finally spoke. āN-No.. Iāve never done anything with a girlā. Feeling satisfied with his response, you hooked your fingers underneath his bottom. He immediately got the idea, raising his hips so you could pull his sweats down. You watched as his hard dick slapped against his stomach, precum leaking from the tip. Your eyes widened. You hadnāt expected his size. He was long and thick, with a vein traveling down his shaft. It made you question how you would manage to make it fit. Of course, youāre experienced. Youāve been with a few guys, but never have they ever been this size.
You wrapped your hand around his shaft, hearing him release a soft groan in response. You used your thumb to smear the precum that was leaking from his tip before starting to stroke him. He was so sensitive, already releasing nothing but moans that served to egg you on more. You wanted to hear more of his pretty noises, leaning forward and licking a stripe up his dick before taking the tip into your mouth, sucking at it lightly.Ā
āOh fuck-ā He moaned out as he brought one of his hands up and placed it onto the back of your head. His fingers curled in your hair. āPleaseā. Oh. He was begging. It was honestly music to your ears. You lowered your head farther down, only stopping when you could feel his tip touching the back of your throat. It almost felt evasive. The way he was stretching your mouth wide. You could feel the tears forming in your eyes. You looked at him, not realizing he was already looking down at you. When your eyes locked you could feel it. The desire growing in him, and it was growing in you too.
Takemichi could almost cum from just this. The way you looked with him shoved down your throat was ravishing. He used his hand that was already in your hair to lift your head before pushing it back down. He continued this motion, using your mouth as he pleased. You allowed him to. You couldnāt deny that it felt nice for some reason. It felt nice knowing you were the reason he was getting off. Takemichi shifted his hips upwards, forcing his dick farther down your throat, earning a gagging sound from you. He continued to force his hips up, fucking your mouth as he let out nothing but moans and groans. āYou have such a good mouth,ā he said as he tightened his grip on your hair. You couldnāt say anything in return, your mouth being too stuffed, opting in just humming softly. You could feel his hips start to stutter as his movement only grew faster. Before he could even give you a warning you felt him finally cum, the string of white substances filling your mouth. He watched as you swallowed it so easily, finding the act arousing for some reason.
You stood up from your spot, watching as he laid back on the bed, panting slightly. āDonāt tell me youāre tired alreadyā you said with a chuckle. āWeāre only just getting started, babyā. The pet name made his dick jump. He looked over at you, shaking his head. āOf course, Iām not done yet. If anything, itās your turn to cum now. I have an idea. Something Iāve always wanted to tryā.
You raised an eyebrow at him, a little curious as to what it was. āWhat is it exactly?ā
āI want you to sit on my faceā.
You paused for a second. You had never done face-sitting and were a little nervous to try it now. However, you trust Takemichi enough to do it with him. The soft sound of your āokayā made his eyes light up. He was happy you were willing to try it with him. You slowly unbuttoned your pants, pulling them down along with your damped underwear. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Takemichi staring. He looked hungry, starved, and ready to just pounce on you like you were his prey. You slowly crawled over him until your exposed pussy was aligned with his face, straddling his head. Slowly you lowered yourself until you were just barely hovering over yourself.Ā
Takemichi licked his lips before he hooked his arms under your thighs, pulling you to sit down on his face. You were startled at first, a little worried that you would suffocate him, but Takemichi didnāt care about that. He lifted his head to lick a stripe across your wet pussy, to which you immediately let out a soft moan. He then attached his lips to your clit, alternating between sucking and licking at it. Maybe it was just the position, or maybe itās the fact that Takemichi is just surprisingly good with his mouth, but you felt like you were on cloud nine.
āY-You sure you've never done this before..?ā You asked as you threw your head back, your hands reaching to hold onto the headboard. Slowly you grinded your hips against his face, letting out wanton moans. Takemichi was eating you like a starved man. Like you were his only meal. He was releasing soft moans as his tongue moved at the same rhythm as your hips. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, before he slipped one hand in between your legs, tracing one finger along your entrance before pushing it in. Your walls immediately clenched around his digit and you let out a gasp. He fucked his finger into you before slipping in another, and another. His fingers perfectly hit your sweet spot, and his tongue lapping at your pussy had your thighs starting to shake. You had no idea how he was already so good at this, but man did you feel blessed. The knot that was forming in your stomach had finally snapped. āO-Oh fuck Michi!ā you screamed out as you felt your orgasm rush through you, your juices spilling done your thighs and all over the boy's face.Ā
It took you a second to recover from your orgasm, but once you did you moved down till both of your guys' hips were aligned. You took ahold of his cock that was once again hardened, the tip red and leaking with precum again. āAre you ready?ā You asked to which you earned a quick āyesā. Takemichi was tired of waiting. He was ready to have what he had desired this whole time. As you align his tip with your entrance you slowly sink, letting out a hiss from the stretch. The way he filled you up was unbelievable. He was huge. It was almost like he was splitting you in half. You bit at your bottom lip as you didnāt move, trying your best to adjust to his size.Ā
You felt his hands grab onto your hips, rubbing small, soothing circles on the skin as he tried to help your body relax around him. āA-Are you okay?ā He asked you in a soft voice. He always was a caring boy, and of course, he was especially caring and attentive towards your feelings in this moment.Ā
āIām fine,ā You say as you slowly raise your hips before sinking back down, pulling a moan from the both of you. Takemichiās eyes screwed shut, the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around him feeling almost overwhelming. He had never experienced something so good. No toy or his hand could ever compare to this feeling. āFuck⦠youāre so tightā. You continued to bounce on him, moving a bit faster when you adjusted to his size to the best of your ability. The way his dick perfectly hit that one spot without any effort was sending you into a frenzy. You could feel the tears forming in your eyes from the pain and pleasure mix you were feeling.
āHow do you feel now Michi?ā You asked in between your moans as you looked down at him, a grin forming on your face. āDo you feel like a man?ā. You didnāt get a response from him though. You wouldnāt even be surprised if he didnāt even hear you. Not when he had his head thrown back and his bottom lip was tucked between his teeth, his whimpers still managing to slip out. He honestly sounded pathetic, and you loved it. He sounded pathetic just for you.Ā
You bounced a little harder, the sounds of your wetness partnered with your guy's skin clapping filling the room. āI-I canāt believe this was waiting for me..should have taken what was mine soonerā Takemichi muttered, looking at you with full-blown eyes. His eyes were glossy and his lips were swollen, assuming from how hard he was biting them. He would have looked innocent if it wasnāt for your dirty deeds. If he had to describe the way he was feeling, he would say he felt like he was in euphoria. There was nothing that felt better to him than your walls squeezing him.Ā
You were growing close, and so was he. You took ahold of one of his hands that was holding onto your hip, lacing your guys' fingers together. It was honestly a small gesture, but it meant a lot to both of you at that moment. āM-Michi!ā you whined out, āIām so closeā. He took his other hand off of your hip, bringing his thumb to massage circles into your clit, only pushing you further over the edge. You let out a staggered āfuck!ā as you felt your orgasm hitting you for the second time in the night. Your walls spasming around him was close to sending Takemichi over the edge. He lifted you off of his lap, earning a whine from you at the emptiness when his dick slipped out. He was quick to wrap a hand around himself though, giving his dick a few strokes before he was releasing onto your inner thighs with a harsh groan.Ā
You fell onto the bed next to him, feeling weak in your knees from the position you were just previously in. The two of you guys lay next to each other, panting slightly as you both tried to catch your breath. You slowly looked over at Takkemichi who was just staring at the ceiling. āHow do you feel Takemichi?ā. The boy looked over at you, and only then did you realize something that made you happy. He was smiling. āI guess you enjoyed it thenā.
āMore than you know,ā he says with a chuckle. āThank you. There would have been no one better for my first timeā. He leaned over to connect your guys' lips once more in what was a sweet and gentle kiss. When he pulled away his cheeks were flushed red and he leaned his forehead against yours. āI hope this doesnāt change our friendship drastically. I donāt want you to feel differently about meā.
āIt wonātā You reassured. āDonāt worryā.
You were right. Things didnāt change. Even after three months, you guys were still best friends, just best friends who engaged in certain activities at times. Of course, you heard an āI told you soā from Seishu, but that didnāt matter. What matter is you were Takemichiās best friend, and he was yours.Ā
CW: Reader is called "sweetheart", kisses, Shiggy is a bit awkward ig, mostly fluffy but some bits might be slightly angsty?
WC: >1.7k
A/N: I have been very excited to start an SFW alphabet for my Crusty King! Might be working on an NSFW one as well... Anywho, I love him! Thank you to everyone who helped me get some thoughts for a few of the letters!<3 (specifically @dabismoon, doll, you have such a brilliant mind ilysm<333)
Here's the link for the sfw template I used, (I did make one or two changes though to make my life a bit easier)
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Activities ā What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?
He loves gaming with you. You tend to play Mario Kart or random arcade games on console for your dates. Heād love to go to an actual arcade with you, but thatās not really in the cards rn so virtual arcade it is!
Boo! ā How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?
Heās⦠not really sure how to feel about surprises? Like heād be open to them? But heās not really sure how to react if heās the one receiving. He does like giving you surprises, but he doesnāt dress them up or make them a big deal. Itās more like:
āHere, I got this for you.ā *Hands you the trinket*
Comfort ā How do they comfort you when youāre upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or try to handle it themselves?
Feelings are weird, man. Heās not really sure how to comfort you if youāre upset. It kinda depends on why youāre upset. Did someone hurt you? Not to worry bc heāll end them.
Your feelings doing a thing? Idk, heās a little more lost on this one so he might just try to distract you with a game. If youāre really not up to anything then heāll cuddle you quietly, a soft blush on his cheeks.
He, on the other hand, does not want to be comforted. He will handle this on his own just like he always has
Dance ā Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?
Nope. No no no. He is not a dancer. He is a terrible dancer. Donāt ask, he will immediately refuse. Youāll be stuck dancing with Mr. Compress, Twice, or Toga, (maybe Dabi if you really sweeten him up)
Excitement ā How do they act when theyāre excited? What excites them?
He does like⦠a little⦠moan? When he gets excited? He stops scratching his skin, a small smile forming on his lips, and depending on whatās getting him excited, he may also blush or run his hand through his hair so you can actually see his whole face!
There are a great many a things that you can do to get him excited: getting a new 2-player game for date nights, sometimes even flustering him (but only in private, heās the boss afterall)
He also appreciates when his plans go his way, or something works out in his favour
Future ā What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?
Heās got a world to dominate, broski. Stick with him at your own risk (I say this lovingly ofc). I donāt see him getting married, but thereās potential for a long-term partner. I also donāt see him having kids. His childhood was too problematic, plus his quirk? No thanks.
Gifts ā What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?
He doesnāt get you gifts often, but he does like to gift you little trinkets when he happens upon one he thinks youāll like. He prefers gifting you things you can do together, like multi-player games. Heād also be open to getting you a new hoodie (or more likely, acquiring a new hoodie for himself that you always end up stealing)
Hold ā How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding handsā¦
If this is pre-controlling his quirk, then he likes how fearlessly you hold his pinkie.
Regardless, he prefers being the little spoon or having you sprawled out on top of him when sleeping if youāre cold natured
Ideal ā Whatās their ideal date like?
Gaming together! Besides, heās trying to destroy the world as it is currently so⦠thereās not much he can do out and about
Jealousy ā Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?
He does not get jealous easily. Not to say he doesnāt get jealous, it just doesnāt happen easily. He⦠does not handle it well. He can be quite short-tempered with you when heās jealous. It can go one of two ways:
1. He lets it simmer and fester for a while before blowing up at you or
2. You notice heās acting different and bring it up shortly after
Kisses ā How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?
He looooooves kissing you. Itās a way to show you attention and care without needing to use his hands. I feel like he loves to kiss the top of your head. And also your fingers, like your fingers are so soft compared to his!!! Kisses happen fairly frequently in private. He doesnāt like PDA, but the once in a while kiss on the cheek makes him feel soft
Love ā How do they show you that they love you?
He loves to touch you. Your skin is so soft and he loves how velvet-y it feels beneath his rough fingertips. When he is having trouble going to sleep, heāll lay next to you quietly, gaze fixated on your sleeping face while he traces your features softly.
His fingers always linger on your cheeks or your waist (depending on how heās holding you)
As stated previously, he loves holding your pinkie finger, itās just such an intimate feeling
Melt ā What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?
Just the fact that you seem to genuinely care. You donāt try to change him or make him something that heās not. Youāre tender, perhaps a little shy yet straightforward with him, which I think he appreciates. Youāre not afraid of him, or maybe you are but youāre good at hiding it. You⦠accept him
Nicknames ā What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?
He calls you āsweetheartā or by your name
He really loves it when you call him by a shortened version of his name, like āTomuā,ā and he really loves it when you use āTenko,ā he might even like it when you call him ābabyā ;)
Obvious ā How obvious do they make it that they like you?
Not very obvious that he likes you at all. He expects to be rejected so he keeps his feelings to himself. If you happen to bring it up however, heāll admit them
Pets ā Do they have pets? Do they want them?
No pets, he doesnāt want any. Heās very traumatized about pets so⦠it would take a LOT of convincing
Quiet ā How are the calm, quiet moments with them?
Heās pretty chill tbh. Relatively quiet, prefers to listen to whatever you have to say, but doesnāt mind chatting if something is on his mind. He likes sitting in the room with you, you could be doing your own thing while he games and heās perfectly content
Romance ā How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?
Not very romantic and very confused about what that means??? Might get an idea or two from some rom-com you make him watch, but heās very clumsy about romance
Safe ā What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?
He wonāt really be in a relationship with you if he doesnāt feel safe or comfortable in some capacity. He likes that you listen to him talking. Not just hearing his words or doing as he says but actually listening to him, asking him questions. The fact that you put zero pressure on him to behave a certain way or react a certain way is also reassuring. He enjoys spending time with you, you make him feel loved
Tend ā How do they act when youāre hurt or sick, and vice versa?
If youāre hurt, his reaction depends on how you got hurt. If someone hurt you, theyāre dead meat, make no mistake. If he accidently hurt you, I think heād feel⦠absolutely awful and wouldnāt be able to forgive himself. Heās not really sure what to do if you feel emotionally hurt? Like, do you need a hug?
If youāre sick he tries to remember how his mom would take care of him when he was sick, but it was so long agoā¦
He does appreciate when you take care of him. If you make him some soup while heās sick, or tend to whatever wounds he may have. You always treat him so tenderly
Unforgettableā Whatās something you do or have done that theyāll never be able to forget?
Something heāll never forget is the first time you gamed together. He barely knew your name, and he definitely didnāt peg you to be a gamer like he is. Youāre so⦠pretty? And smart? Likeable even? Neither of you really talked while you were gaming either. Maybe a playful insult or some competitive banter here and there. That was the first time heād ever lost a game, and heād gladly lose again if it meant seeing your face light up when you win.
Variety ā Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?
I think he prefers consistency. Heās a villain and he gets enough ~spice~ from his lil missions and whatnot. He just likes to game, leave him alone :(
Wash ā Whatās it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?
He loves bathing with you. Youāre so sweet the way you wash his hair for him. Heāll try to wash yours, too. Heāll lather up some soap to rub delicately over your skin. Youāll turn towards him, washing his face with such tenderness, a focused expression on your face as your fingers run lightly over his skin. After a bath? Also his favourite. Youāre just so soft with him, moisturizing his dry skin, combing through his wet hair, loving him
XO ā How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?
Heās not really big on PDA, but he can be very affectionate in private! As I said before, he loves kissing you. Heāll lay his head in your lap if heās tired or stressed. Expect cuddles in private, too. CUDDLING WHILE GAMING (I will die on this hill)
Yearn ā What do they do when they miss you?
He doesnāt really do anything per se? He gets a little more agitated than normal, maybe. Possibly seems more distant or absent when he has to talk to say another member of the League
Zzz ā How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?
When heās sleepy, he gets a bit more cuddly. He can also be a little shorter-tempered, depending on how tired he is