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In more ways than one ・❥・ Kento Nanami

Kento Nanami, your husband, was the type of man who normally kept to himself, went to work and got it done efficiently, and didn’t hang around a minute later than he needed to. He had a beautiful wife to go home to and he always made sure you were comfortable, adored, and loved in more ways than one. 

One night, he had walked into your shared bedroom with a small bag in hand, the jacket of his Grey suit draped over his arms, hair that was surprisingly still perfectly styled from this morning and his glasses long been discarded. You look up from your book, a soft smile on your face as you pull back the covers and wrap your arms around him, his sturdy arm around your waist.

“Is that my loving, hard working husband?”

Nanami gave your waist a slight squeeze, pressing a kiss to your crown, the warmth of your voice a blanket to his skin from the cold weather. He sighed, lips brushing your cheek and then your lips, tasting the remnants of a sugar treat Nanami knew you had. 

“Good to be back to you, darling.” He raised his hand to bring the small bag into view, “sorry I took so long. I made a quick stop and got you something.”

You waved off the apology with a smile, you weren’t too worried about him coming home twenty minutes later than usual, but you were curious as to what was in the bag. Nanami simply guided you back to the bed to sit, tossing his jacket into the dirty clothes bin before he crouched down onto one knee. 

“Honey, are you proposing again?” You asked through a giggle, cocking your head to the side, “if I had suspected such things, I wouldn’t be dressed in my PJs.”

The corner of his lip curled as he rolled back the sleeves of his blue button up. He would definitely marry you again—four years going strong—without a doubt, but that wasn’t the case for right now. 

“Even in your pajamas, you’re just as beautiful.” Nanami says calmly, which makes you even more giddy. 

He lifts up your fuzzy candy cane pants to your knees and pulls out a bottle. Before you could ask what it was exactly, Nanami was already squeezing a long line of it from your feet, up to your calf.

“The other day you told me your feet were sore from standing all day at work.” He prompted, hands already working the substance in, “figured I grab a nice massaging lotion to help you relax and relieve some tension.”

You blinked at him. Just last night you had mentioned your long day at work; several meetings back to back, continuously on your feet presenting marketing ideas for two hours straight towards the end of the day. It was just something that slipped out before bed, a rant with no hesitation. 

“Kento, you didn’t have to do that.”

Nanami hummed, his large hands not faltering once as he worked out the knots from your muscles. 

“But, I wanted to because you’re my wife—I’ve listened—and I can’t have you walking around here with swollen feet, can I?”

Orr when you guys spend a day in the busy city.  Nanami will make sure you’re on the inner side of the sidewalk, away from traffic and tucked close to his side walking the crosswalk. He keeps a more attentive look out for any threats that may harm you while you yap about all the things you’re excited to do. 

“Oh! And I heard there’s this new café a few blocks away too.” You beam up at him, not realizing he’s pushing you back gently to the side away from traffic because you had stopped to pet a fluffy Pomeranian. 

“I saw online that they have these really good milk teas with boba balls in the shape of hearts! It’s really cute.” 

“We’ll definitely stop by.” He said, leaning over so his voice brushed the shell of your ear, “stay to my left, okay?”

And you listened without hesitation. Nanami was more than pleased but he didn’t let it show. Instead, he slipped his hand into yours, maneuvering the way down the sidewalk with content. 

Orrr when Nanami notices one morning that the flowers he bought you a week ago have started to wither so he knew it was time for a new arrangement. He always centered the bouquet around your favorite flower and other floral fillers that looked nice. He was more than glad to be assisted, wanting nothing but the best for his wife. 

You hadn’t realized the new set of flowers until later that afternoon when you were cleaning the kitchen. You gasped so loud that Nanami, who was sitting at the dining room table popped up from his seat and was at your side in five seconds.

“Darling, What’s the matter?”

Your finger darted out to the perfect blend of flowers, squealing as you pulled the vase across the counter towards you, fingertips gently brushing the colorful petals. Nanami let out a deep sigh, hand pinching the bridge of his nose. 

Sometimes you could be a little dramatic when excited and even though it makes Nanami panic for a split second, your excitement overpowers all his rational thoughts because it was him who brought you such joy. He stepped up behind you, resting his cheek against your hair, his hands resting at your elbows. 

“The shop ordered a dozen new flowers from overseas. I was lucky to snag a few of them.”

It truly was a sight for your wide eyes. You spun around in his arms, your cheeks warm and appreciation in your gaze. 

“I love it so much! I’d say thank you in every language if I could.”

He chuckled, “and you’re welcome in every one.”

Orrrr when the two of you are just lounging around on your off day. You had convinced him to wear the matching reindeer onesie after his reluctance (he would’ve folded soon or later) to put it on. It was a tad bit small but there was just enough room to move comfortably. Nanami looked at himself in the mirror and frowned. 

I can't believe I’m doing this.

When he finally came back downstairs you cooed, he groaned. You made a gesture telling him to pull the hood up just like you had it and Nanami sighed heavily. 

He still did it though. 

“Aww! Kento, you look adorable!!”

A series of flashes went off faster than he could process. The things I do because I love this woman... Nanami thinks to himself as he plops down on the couch, tucking you under his arm. 

Time passes by, wasted on watching movies all day. He would pull your hand into his lap, his touch always delicate on your skin, and would mindlessly twist the wedding ring on your finger. He didn’t dare take it off. Not only did Nanami love seeing it, but he loved the cool press of metal because it meant this was real. That he chose right in this lifetime. 

Orrrrr when Nanami is already at the door waiting for your arrival. Once you walk through the door, he’s already reaching for your purse, helping you take off your coat, and shoes. You let him do so because you knew he loved to take care of you, and you loved being catered to. 

“How was work?” He asked, hooking your coat on the coat rack.

You hummed, pulling your knotless braids out the ponytail they were in all day, releasing the tension on your head. 

“Just a slow day…a long one too.”

And because your husband was just so perfect, he already had a solution to help unwind. 

“I have a bubble bath already made. Take as long as you need,” he kissed your temple then your lips, “I’ll have dinner ready when you’re done.”

Nanami always brought a smile to your face. You returned the kiss, thanking him before taking the route upstairs. As you walked into the bathroom, a fresh smell of raspberries hit your nose. A candle was lit by the sink—your favorite one—followed by a few others that were smaller setting the ambiance, aromatherapy oils lined up around the tub, several face masks to choose from, a night gown folded perfectly on top of a towel resting on the toilet and your moisturizers set up in the order you use them.

And we can never forget the random times you'd turn on Jazz from your phone during late nights you both couldn't sleep. His eyes tracking your every move as you moved from the bed to the open space around the bedroom, slow steps across the floor as snow falls past the windows, hips swaying like you embodied each music note on a staff.

And a director couldn't abandon his sheet music.

Nanami would take your hands in his, leading the dance the same way the Saxophone did, guiding the flow—guiding your direction, the dip in the notes that turned sensual—his hand sliding to the small of your back as he dips you down, a shared breath between two lovers before pulling you back in close to his chest.

The soft thrum of the drums in the background—the pretty pink as his cheeks flushed making your smile widen, your heart warming and the sweet caress of his lips on your own when the music fizzled out.

There was no denying his love for you.

Owed Karma ・❥・Toji Fushiguro

Dammit. Just when he thought he would never set foot in a hospital again—after all these years—here he was.

Down on his knees, head pressed into the side of the bed, clutching the hand of a woman who was more than he ever deserved in a world where he was a villain. He hid away from the blinding white lights, blank canvas walls, constant buzz from medical devices that patronized his mind and the disgusting scent of alcohol only a hospital could conjure up so thickly.

He didn’t want to see the world. Didn’t want to see you lay there, unresponsive to his voice that cracked every time he uttered the nickname he grew to use more than your name.

“Come on, Sweetheart,” Toji muttered into the thin pad of the bed, “you gotta still be in there somewhere.”

It was torture to himself—he knew the truth but he couldn’t shake away the guilt of another life, another woman he cared for, passing away just like that. He couldn’t go home knowing you were here, knowing the last breaths you took were in the car when he rushed you to the nearest hospital promising over and over again everything would be okay for your sake.

“Ji…” your voice fell out like a soft whisper in the wind, but he heard you. “Toji, I-I can’t b-breathe…”

His rough hand had moved to cradle yours, bringing it up to his lips to kiss at your knuckles. It wasn’t obvious to you, however when he did grab your hand, the faint pulse at your wrist was not mistaken.

“Shh, I got you. I’m going to get you help. We’re almost there, okay?”

Toji didn’t want you to panic—couldn’t have the woman who had brought the peace of meadows into his life again stress more than her body could handle. Those precious eyes that used to sparkle like light touching the ocean waves now clouded with a tick, tick, tick, of a clock that marked minimal time left on earth.

“I love you.” Your voice that was so full of life an hour ago, now dimmed down to a hushed secret.

What energy you had left you used to brush his overgrown hair out his face, admiring the man you were blessed to give your love to these last few years. Instead of warmth, your touch held the weather of fall in them—a chill to Toji’s cheek.

He leaned into your touch regardless, closing his eyes for a split second, soaking up the last bit of affection you had to offer. When his dark eyes met yours again, a weak smile reserved just for him

“I love you too.” He had said. I’ll always preserve a piece of me for you.

There was impending doom in his stomach, a knot too big to ignore it—especially when Toji had gone through loss several times before. His first wife, the second wife, and his son Megumi who wasn’t dead but was very much an old memory from a time where things were a lot easier the first go around. Now, his son was in the care of someone who was a better role model than Toji could ever be.

He couldn’t shake the thought that he deserved this. Toji was a walking case of bad luck. The blood on his hands was infinite. It made sense if everything and everyone that made him feel life was taken away.

He wanted to beg, to cry, to yell for another life time, maybe even an exchange for the tables to be turned where he was the one with a heart too weak. Toji prayed even when he wasn’t sure God gave him the time of day. It would be no shock if the devil was the one who heard his silent pleas.

You who taught him how to love again even when he lost it twice, even when the memory of all he had before turned into pain and regret.

Three different women. Three different loves with the same ending.

It was all owed karma and he paid the full price.

Stay Out My Kitchen ・❥・Satoru Gojo

Satoru only had three rules to follow this month.

Thanksgiving Dinner is mandatory

Do not question when the food will be done

Stay out the kitchen unless you call him

And while he would never pass up the chance to eat your mouthwatering, sweet, tummy filling, flavorful food, it was because of that simple fact alone that he always broke rule three.

This time, you had emphasized your instructions significantly more and of course, Satoru Gojo being your carefree, playful yet stubborn boyfriend, shrugged it off like it was as easy as the ABCs.

"Princess, I know the rules." His fingers fondled with the bandages around his head, his crystal blue eyes peeking back at you teasingly, "you worry too much. I mean, come on. Have some hope, babe."

Hope? Surely that must've been a joke—a terrible one that didn't land. You believed in your boyfriend, always did.. The love you had for him was tremendous, just as much as Gojo goes on and on about sweets, but hope? Giving the benefit of the doubt for a third time in a row?

No. That was not happening this go around.

The first year you could excuse. The cupcakes had finished cooling off and all that had to be done was the icing. You asked Gojo if he could get a start on the job while you used the bathroom and he did exactly what you asked in his way. What wasn't expected was him licking the icing off his fingers and lips.

"Toru, what are you doing?!"

"Oh! Just icing the cupcakes." He had told you, "Thought it would be best if I see which flavor was best. Cookies&Cream was good but Strawberry was a home runner. Wanna try?"

You facepalmed. Did he really think you didn't test the icing when making it homemade? I mean, come on. What type of cook didn't? You huffed in disbelief when you saw him reaching for a fourth cupcake, like being caught red handed didn't bother him in the slightest. The audacity for Satoru to chase your hands when snatching the cupcake away was even more mind blowing.

"Hey, give that back! I already claimed that one!"

"You've got to be kidding me."

Last year you decided to make chocolate pops for Satoru to hand out at work. Instead of keeping him out of the kitchen, you thought allowing him to help would not only be a cute memory but allow him to be the test subject without eating the finished product. You promised Satoru you would make more for him later—that these were specifically for his coworkers. Two dozen were wrapped up in plastic lollipop wrapping and sat aside.

His long slender fingers drummed on the counter, staring at the small bunch like they were teasing him. Wrapped perfectly in plastic with a pretty red ribbon tied in a neat bow to secure it all together. It was like a kid walking past a window of a toy store with all the cool toys they could only hope to have in their reach.

And those pops were in reach… so, so, close…

He jumped when you swatted at his hand, clutching it close to his chest. Hands parched up on your hips, your brown eyes stared up at blue ones, probing him without saying a word. Satoru groaned dramatically loud and dropped his head to the crook of your neck, his arms circling around you.

"Princesssss, you can't put chocolate in front of me and expect me to not eat it. Everyone loves chocolate."

"Satoru, don't piss me off."

His lips pulled into a grin, dangling a chocolate pop (sneaky ass) in your face like it would be devastatingly hard for you to resist it.

"You're not you when you're hungry."

Did your boyfriend really just quote a snicker ad in his favor?

"I'm actually going to kill you."

Which brings you back to now. Working on a desert you weren't planning on making but you couldn't conjure up a whole feast without something sweet to look forward to at the end. At first, you couldn't help but to keep watchful eyes out for your devious boyfriend with his track record, but for once—and I mean with surprising shock—Gojo kept to himself while you cooked.

Everything else had been tuned out, your expertise working like second nature watching your mom, aunties and grandmother cook together. You decided to make a home cooked sweet potato pie from a secret family recipe book you kept stored in one of the drawers.

Gojo on the other hand was bored out of his mind.

The gaming system had satisfied him for about two hours until the sound of pots and pangs clinging together, food being chopped and water being ran became too much in the background. His head would swivel back towards the kitchen, nose twitching trying to pick up what delicious foods were being made. He could damn near taste the flavors on his tongue; melted butter, sweet and tangy cranberry sauce, crispy fried chicken…

Satoru shook the food drunken thoughts out his head, forcing himself to look away. He deep cleaned the bathroom, raked the leaves in the front and back yard and blew up his work group chat with nonsense until someone removed him. He stood up abruptly from where he was on the porch and gasped.

Shoko, you traitor!!!

He texted Utahime to add him back, even threw in a few pleasantries about how she was such a good teacher to persuade her over. Satoru should've known that wouldn't work, his ego being bruised when she replied with a laughing emoji. Before his fingers could click into the next contact, for the first time today, you had actually called out to him from the kitchen.

Satoru practically teleported to your side, posture pitifully straight as his eyes gleamed down at you. There was so much food around him, so much he couldn't wait to get his hands on. It was almost like he'd turn into whatever he ate and then eat himself.

But here you were.

Pulling out a fresh baked pie from the oven. The center was a perfect festive orange and the crust had the tines burnt edge he knew would crumble and melt into his mouth. He couldn't stop himself from leaning over, wafting the sweet mouthwatering aroma and almost drooled.

"I appreciate you listening to the rules this time." You said graciously, reaching for one of the knives in the holder and grabbing a plate, "Would you—"

"With extra whip cream, please."

You laugh at his eagerness, cutting out a nice size for him, topping it with extra whip cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon on top. He kisses your cheek, something between a "thank you" and a moan was heard before scooping up his first bite and stuffing it into his mouth, not even bothering to blow it first.

He chewed, wincing when the hot pie scolded the roof of his mouth and swallowed. If this was a cartoon, his eyes would shoot out with heart eyes as he went for another bite, followed by another, another, one more…

"Honey, slow down…"

How could he? Oh, no, no, no. He was in a waiting jail all day, busy doing anything he could do to distract the temptation of the kitchen, ignoring the growl of his stomach that begged to be full, his tongue dreaming of being pleased, and his torturous nose that smelled it all. For fuck’s sake, you made something sweet!!

His body worked overtime this year.

"Perhaps another slice from the amazing, talented, beautiful, honorary chef of the night?"

You shook your head no, "We didn't even have dinner yet."

"Welllllll, consider it like an early dessert! An appetizer if you will" Satoru said cheerfully, "and then I'll have actual dessert after dinner."

God, he was so full of himself. You give him an inch, and he runs a fucking mile.

"Your greed sickens me."

Sweet lazy kisses ・❥・ Hiromi Higuruma

Hiromi knew he should’ve went to bed sooner.

As much as you tell him not to overwork himself, he couldn’t help but to do the opposite. When he came home that evening,he followed the smell of dinner and found you at the stove. Hiromi didn’t say anything as his tall and lean frame walked towards you. Your senses went off the minute his arms found your waist, tucking his face in the crook of your neck.

You had smiled, a soft hand coming to rest on his large one. Hiromi always got like this once he got home; he just needed to be close to his wife. It was like a boost of serotonin while also being a tranquilizer for the stress that sat on his shoulders.

“I missed you.” He admitted in your ear, kissing  the sweet spot just below. “so much.”

You giggled in response, muttering “I missed you too” while his lips lazily dragged along your skin, kiss after kiss.

But once dinner was eaten, Hiromi was walking into his home office just like any other night. Leave work then come home to do more work—but he was passionate, he believed in himself and you couldn’t be mad at a man for loving what he does. So, you let him do his own thing.

You could hear the soft clicking of the keyboard under his finger tips and the sound of papers being flipped as your feet padded towards the cracked door. Slipping past the threshold with two knocks, Hiromi’s eyes peered above his low hanging glasses.

“Hey, Romi… I made you some herbal tea to release some of that tension.”

You spoke gently as if you had to match the essence of night and stillness of the dark lit office, placing the mug down on the coaster. Hiromi could see that comforting smile you always gave him; so subtle, so his.

He rolled his chair back and patted his lap for you to take a seat. Legs dropping over the arm rest, there was instant warmth flooding him. He couldn’t help but to sink into it, eyelids slipping shut savoring you.

His hand ran up and down the expansion  of your thighs while the other rested on your lower back. You pushed his glasses back up and chuckled when he began kissing you again.

“Thank you, beautiful. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Hiromi muttered quietly into your hair.

You hum, cupping his face in your hands. “You’re welcome, baby…  but I want you to come to bed when you finish drinking the Tea.”

There was no hiding the fatigue, dark circles and his slouching posture. His eyes—though very low—found your pretty ones like they always did and nodded. You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, then to his slightly chapped lips.

Hiromi knew it was up for no debate. It must’ve been way past late if you were coming in saying this. He gave one more kiss to your lips before you slipped off his lap. He listened to the creak of the floorboards when you left, knew when you reached the stairs, knew you hit a right and how many steps it took to get to the shared bedroom.

He kept working, casually sipping from his tea for about ten minutes before shutting everything down. If he knew you, and Hiromi knows his Wife, you would be lying in bed waiting for him.

And of course, just as he predicted. The mattress dipped before you were being tugged into the curve of his body. His hands roamed: sliding up your curves, down soft skin he knew was moisturized in Shea butter, all while he whispered how in love he was which made you feel giddy.

Soon enough, sleep took its toll. But now here he was.

Alarm going off painfully loud and too soon. His arm stretched over to the bedside table to turn it off quickly. It felt like he barley got a wink of sleep but he couldn’t complain. Not when it was his own fault.

Nine o’clock read on the digital clock. Hiromi knew he should get up, knew he would be rushing to work through the bustling traffic of Tokyo but there you were.

Legs tangled with his, arm draped loosely around his waist, bonnet almost slipping of your head and the cutest pout on your lips.

How could Hiromi resist lying here, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest, the occasional snore and the way you tangled yourself up in him. He scoffed, airy and light, then he leaned over and trailed sweet, dainty kisses from your shoulder to your neck.

He loved every thing about his wife. The way you never pressured him to keep working or to stop, the way you would already have his suit hanging from the closet door the night before, his lunch already packed in the fridge, when you reassured him even when he doubted himself…

You were always there.

“I love you.” He uttered between each kiss.

He took his time even when he didn’t have it, but for you? Maybe he could spare five minutes more just to see those brown eyes peer up at him. There was something so intimate about the way he moved, the way he felt, and how he expressed his emotions in the quiet morning.

Hiromi didn’t want to let go of that feeling. If it was for you, he’d manifest over and over to have you as his wife. There was no one else more fitting than the woman laid beside him right now.

“You deserve everything.”

His lips traveled down the length of your arm, the sunlight pouring in from the window highlighting your warm skin, and stopped when his kiss lead to your engagement and wedding ring.

Hiromi admired the iridescence in the light. So colorful, so sparkly—exactly what you brought into his life. It was a symbol of his love, his promise, his respect and his devotion to you. Then like an answer sent from God, you slowly stirred awake.

A smile stretched across his face, reaching up to fix your bonnet before pecking a sweet kiss to your nose.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

Stick and Shift ・❥・ Satoru Gojo

You were horny.

Your lace panties did nothing to keep your arousal from sticking to your thick inner thighs, the ache from your untouched, pulsing clit that fell into rhythm with your heartbeat. Your hardened nipples snagging on the light blue fabric of the silk slip dress you’d worn to dinner—a birthday party Gojo threw for his friend—not sure if it was because your thoughts were filled with how many positions you could be folded into and cum inside this car or if the air conditioning was up too high.

Your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, was one beautiful man. Long fluffy white hair with lashes to match, the prettiest shade of blue that always reflects his love & affection, dimples he tried to hide away when he laughed too hard. 

Yet, here he was. Your cute boyfriend dressed in black slacks, white button up that was big enough for him to extend his arms out, small enough to show off his physique—cuffed at the elbows adorned with a light blue tie to match your attire. Gojo had one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the middle gear. 

Doing absolutely nothing at all but damn did he look good doing simply that. 

You tore your attention away from him with a huff, eyes flickering outside the window to distract yourself from the lewd thoughts that were tempting enough.

You were trying—really, really, trying to have some self restraint but no one could blame a woman for wanting a good fuck, especially since you knew the fucking monster that was tucked in those pants that fitted him a little too well. 

“Damn tease.” You mutter under your breath, eyes still trained on the outside as you shifted in your seat. 

Gojo spared a glance in your direction, humming curiously. “What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

But Gojo didn’t believe that. There was an underlying edge to your voice to know it was far from ‘nothing.’ He moved his hand from the gear to your thigh, tracing his own damn name along your honeyed brown skin. Your eyes fell shut, deep breaths and a simple countdown from 3, 2, 1…

You turned to him with a gentle smile but the look on his face gave away to his concern. His hand halted, resting his palm on your knee.

“You’re pretty warm. Do you want me to turn the air up?” 

“No, but your dick will be the next thing turned up.”

Gojo’s eyes widened, words stumbling out into incomplete sentences, trying to make sense of your unprovoked response when he came up to a red light. Not only was he lost for words, but when you unbuckled your seat belt and climbed onto his lap, dress scrunching up to your waist the look on his face was priceless. 

You chuckle, finding a comfortable spot and now understanding why Gojo upgraded his car. At the time you thought his previous ride was just fine, but you had plenty of space for what you’re about to do and the windows were tinted.  Gojo’s arm wrapped around your waist, eyes flickering between yours and the traffic light. 

“Princess?”

You cocked your head to the side, batting your long lashes at him as you ran your hands up his arms, all the way to his neck where your nails grazed his prickled skin. Gojo swallowed, the tingles that ripped through his body from your careful but calculated touch, the warmth that suddenly filled his lap from your thick thighs was all but distracting. 

Glossy and soft full lips found his cheek, a soft kiss followed by several more to the spot just below his ear. He shifted beneath you, teeth nipping at his earlobe 

“Yes, baby?”

He loved when you referred to him with that nickname—loved it so much he couldn’t help but to whimper in response, moving his foot to the gas when the light turned green. You kept your body pressed against his which allowed him perfect view of the road but the more you scattered kisses along his neck the more relentless he became.

“You looked so handsome tonight I couldn’t take my eyes off you…” You purred, hands moving to untuck his shirt, loving the way your fingers dipped at each indication of his abs, “I wanted you all to myself. I guess that makes me selfish since we were there to celebrate someone’s birthday, doesn’t it?”

Gojo shook his head immediately. “N-no…”

“Oh really? Maybe this was your plan all along. Put on your best look just to tease me the entire night knowing I’d have to wait.”

He immediately shook his head no, “That’s not it, I swear! All I wanted to do was—ahh…”

You had begun rolling your hips into him, moaning when your pussy grind down on his growing erection providing you with the perfect solid for pressure that cut his defenses short. Gojo’s hand tensed at your hip, the other tight around the wheel as he tried his best to keep from lifting into you.

The buckle barricading you from being close to him was quickly undone. Gojo didn’t put up a fight, letting the button and zipper come undone, shimmying just enough to help you free himself. There was too much pre-cum building up at the tip, your thumb swiping at the slit eliciting another desperate whimper from him.  

“Looks like my pretty boy was just as eager as I was.”

Gojo whined beneath you, cock jerking for more contact, more attention to satisfy his wants. You smirked, rubbing this pre-cum between you fingers before sliding those same fingers past your laced underwear and smearing his arousal against your already silky folds. The sound that filled his ears; all wet and sticky made breathy curses fly out. 

“F-fuck, Princess please…” Another red light and his gorgeous blue eyes filled yours, brows pulled together as he pleaded, jutting his bottom lip out. 

“Anything you want…just don’t leave me like this.”

“Anything I want?” You repeat, kissing his pouting lips that he chased when you pulled away. 

He was already oozing from what little contact y’all did have but you couldn’t judge—not when your body was already prepped for you to take him on. He nodded once more, grabbing your hips to pull you forward to show he was ready, wanting to be connected to you any way possible. 

You raised your hips and plopped yourself down on him, Gojo choking out a cry while you moaned into his neck, pussy fluttering around his dick to mold itself perfectly. 

“Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He breathed, pecking kisses to your shoulder, his hand moving from your hip to wrap around your back. “So wet, Princess…just for me.”

“Only for you, baby."

Gojo began to drive again, holding you close against him while you did all the work. He loved the way you used his dick for your own pleasure, loved the way you moaned into his ears, calling him “my baby” or “my pretty boy” the graze of your nails sliding into your hair, boobs pressed against him and the shower of kisses you gave every time he came to a stop. 

Oh you were driving this man insane. He whimpered and whined to your every action, caved by your soft walls he didn’t dare try to escape. Gojo wanted to be here, deep inside you, catering to you. Light purple spots bloomed on his neck after each love bite—so painfully obvious that he was yours to keep.

Gojo, however, couldn’t hold out for too long. He became restless, more responsive and knew he had to find a rest stop quickly. There were no other cars in the parking lot so disturbing anyone wouldn't be a problem. 

He unblocked, reclining the seat allowing more comfort for the both of you and instantly brought you down to meet his lips. The kiss was deep and hungry, tongues slipping against one another, his hip thrusting up as you grind harder. 

“Mmm… you’re killing me.” He hissed, large hands cupping your plump ass, assisting the roll and pace, “I want you to—nghh—cum on this dick, y-you hear me?”

You chuckled, heavy pants falling onto his blush stained face. Planting your hands on his chest, arching your back to your own liking, you took control of brewing tension. 

“Why would I ignore my baby?” You gripped his jaw, thumb sliding over his saliva coated lips, “he has to get his fair share too.”

Of course he did. You rode his dick the same way you would if driving a stick shift. Sliding the stick into different gears to operate your so-called “car.” Gojo had no idea what to do with his hands when his whimpers turned into a series of sputtered noises. 

He raised his head just the slightest to catch his cock disappearing inside you, your thighs wet, damping his boxer.

“Oh, Princess, yes….love the way you t-take me, love seeing you—ahhh, fuck—on top of m-me.”

Gojo was losing his composure quickly, the need to paint you with his cum being a personal motivator. His thrusts forced moans out of you that only turned him on even more. Lips collided—sloppy and uncoordinated, needy and breathless, your pussy clenching around his erection.

“Come on, baby.” You muttered, forehead falling to his shoulder, “s-so close…”

Both arms wrapped around your waist to hold you, his cock plugging so deep it almost brought you to tears. As long as you came first, cried out with his name being the only comprehensible thing you could speak, Gojo would let his thread snap. 

“Give it to me, Princess. Let me fill you up. Dammit—milk my cock like this pussy craves to.”

“Haahh—Gojo, I’m gonna…fuck! Baby, I’m about to cum..I’m cumming!!” 

The shackles he caged himself in fell as soon as you uttered those words. Just as your cum pooled down his length, his own seed flooded your soft walls. Your body went limp against him, consumed in the bliss of finally getting the release that plagued you all night. As for your boyfriend?

Gojo was placing gentle kisses all around your face, dimples on display as he rambled about how cute you looked after an orgasm. You grumbled, telling him to shut up but a smile still tugged your lips. He didn't bother pulling out either, quite comfortable with the idea of his nut being sealed in with his on cock.

Hold up! Stop right there!! ⇩

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JUJUTSU KAISEN

— stick & shift ,, s.gojo

— owed karma ,, t.fushiguro

— sweet lazy kisses ,, h.higuruma

— stay out my kitchen ,, s.gojo

— in more ways than one ,, k.nanami

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