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Imma start writing out my kinktober stuff this year soon. Every prompt has fun ideas for me and I wanna make sure they all kind of have the same quality and length for all of them this year. Well I'll try my best for them to be the same length
Friendly reminder that artists—specifically artists that do this as a hobby —-are not obligated to make their art for anybody’s likeness, but their own. If they wanna draw one way let ‘em be. If they do wanna draw for people’s enjoyment let ‘em be.
Even when i didnt know how to draw i never once told any artists what they should or shouldnt draw, i literally just picked up a pen and figured it out myself.
Also putting people’s art into ai to make your skintone be seen is some lazy, disrespectful ngl. yall should be sued for it idk.
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While your city was big with thousands of people living there and traveling day in and day out, locals knew about you simply because of your boyfriend. Well, your sometimes boyfriend.
While you were working your dream job, helping patients as a nurse and trying your hardest to remind yourself you can lose your license, you were still messing around with men like Hajime Kashimo. The man was known mainly for the fights he got into and won. Most issues with him are settled with his fist, and he’ll grab a gun out of your hand before you get a chance to pull the trigger. And that’s the kind of man that you ended up so crazy for.
You and Kashimo always butted heads, always wanting to rile up the other, but that was y’all. Sometimes you both hated each other's guts for however long before he found himself deep in yours, apologizing for whatever. It was a cycle that anyone who wasn’t you was tired of. But you have history with the man. He’s been around for so long that you can’t imagine your life without him.
But that doesn’t mean you haven’t wanted to smack him upside the head a couple of times.
Even Kashimo’s friends didn’t understand why he kept going back to you, knowing how often he goes to make you jealous with how women would approach him. It only made them more confused when he would always stop you from fighting the women that he involved in his toxic little games.
Tonight wasn’t any different as he convinced you to come outside on one of your off days. Kashimo couldn’t stop eyeing you, let alone keeping his hands to himself, as the white dress clung to your body. It was a pretty contrast against your skin tone, and the perfume you sprayed just happened to be one of his favorites. Kashimo was only outside because his friends told him, and they weren’t shocked at your presence, sitting pretty on his lap as you all shared a few drinks. You were enjoying yourself for the most part. Up until you stepped away to use the restroom and freshen your lip combo, before you noticed the pair of women standing near the table you were at. Your face is already frowning as you try not to let your attitude bubble as you watch Kashimo smile in their faces, as one even reaches out to touch his bandaged forearms that you recently treated for him.
You stood there and watched the scene continue, even witnessing one of the women attempt to sit in the booth, damn near on his lap. At least Kashimo was smart enough to dissuade her from that, but it didn’t stop him from holding her hand and smiling up at her like the asshole he was.
Your legs moved on their own, and it was like Kashimo sensed it. His eyes glanced past them, and he was already standing as you rudely pushed past the crowd and didn’t give two fucks about how anyone felt. Kashimo was already trying to calm you down, but your words flew at the pair before you could blink.
Maybe the alcohol impaired you more than you thought, as you just felt so angry seeing them trying to get close to the man you’ve been through hell and back with. So impaired and angry that you barely noticed the muted sounds as he pulled you out of the club. “ Kash, get the fuck off of me, I swear to god!”
It was futile trying to pull away until you found yourself leaning against his truck's door. “ Why did you have to create a whole scene like that? That was uncalled for.”
“ Uncalled for?! So now it’s uncalled for when I see some random bitches surrounding my boyfriend, whose goofy ass is always entertaining them like the fucking clown he is.” You spat, and Kashimo eyed you at your tone.
“ Watch your mouth.” He warned, already giving an inclination for what he could plot. But caution was long gone from your brain; nothing but attitude and anger there.
“ I’ll say what the fuck I want. Same way how you feel you can speak to whatever bitch is around.” You went into your purse, grabbing your phone as he watched you swipe across your screen, “ Waste of a fucking day off. I’m going home.”
“ Then get in the car.” Kashimo pressed his car keys to unlock it, but you walked away. “Where the hell are you going?” You barely answered him, just paying for your Uber before he snatched your phone out of your hand. Kashimo canceled your ride as he heard you curse him out more.
“ You asshole!” You yell, reaching back for your phone that he held out of the way, “ I’m not riding in the car with you anywhere. Go bring one of those bitches back!”
“ Babe…” Kashimo’s tone was a warning, still ignored in your fury.
“ Just go the fuck back inside and piss off! AND I’m blocking your number tonight.” You nagged on as you still tried to get your phone, hating that the liquor impaired you just a bit more than usual.
“ Baby, listen to me…” Kashimo felt the vein on the side of his head pulse with irritation. Even if he was the source of your rage, you never spoke to him like this, let alone disrespect him this badly in public.
“ Why should I listen to you when you want to keep playing in my face all this time, Kashimo?! I’m over that shit!” You point your short manicured nails at him, giving him a glare that he wasn’t sure he could tell if you meant it or not, “ I’m done with you. Leave me alone.”
The words sounded deafening; it was even louder than the club music as Kashimo stared at you wide-eyed. He almost felt like you meant your words, giving you the chance to snatch your phone back to call another Uber. Kashimo opened his passenger side door before he reached back to grab your arm, just hard enough to make you jerk back. Your head whipped around, ready to lash out again until you made eye contact.
His cyan eyes pierced you, and his face was almost unreadable. You only see this look on his face when he is sizing up someone for a fight. Like he dared someone to challenge him. “ Get in the car. Now.” Kashimo’s voice was rough around the edges, keeping his grip on your arm firm as your legs found themselves walking back. He still held open your door, watching how you eyed him now before sitting in the seat. But by how the car door slammed once you got in, you realized you may have overstepped.
Even the car ride was silent. No talking. No radio. Shit, it barely sounded like everyone was breathing. You know you barely could, phone no longer interesting in your hands as you tapped your foot on the floor. When he parked, you knew better to touch the door handle, seeing him get out to do exactly that. You stepped out before he slammed it shut and locked it, catching up to his fast pace. Kashimo still said nothing to you, walking through the lobby of your building with little effort. Holding the elevator door open with a more visible attitude as you just walked in. “ Kash baby, please--”
“ Shut up.” Kashimo spits it out in a tone that makes you huff. “ I don’t need to deal with your fucking attitude.” He gave a dry laugh as the elevator doors opened, grabbing your arm once more and pulling you down the hall. “ Always switching between your moods fast,” He used his free hand to get the spare key that you swore would snatch back from him a long time ago, “ But don’t worry, I’ll fix that.”
Your door opened, and he practically pushed you inside, stumbling in your boots as the door shut and you whined at the sudden grip at the nape of your neck, “ You think Imma let you throw away all this time, baby? Think you can get rid of me?” He made you walk to your couch, knees falling into the cushion as he pushed your face down onto the decorative pillow. “ All over girls whose names I don't even remember.” You pushed your head back up, pouting at the man, “ You keep entertaining them, and you know I hate it!”
“ It’s because you make such fun reactions. Love seeing how worked up you get over lil ole’ me.” Kashimo talked as his hands rolled up your dress as he squatted down, “But you have a point, so Imma make it up to you, hm?” He stuck out his tongue and dragged it over your clothed slit, making you gasp. “ Will you accept my apology?” Kashimo kept toying with you, dragging his tongue up and down, stopping to poke at your nub and you bucked.
“ No…you jerk...” You sigh out, feeling the way he pulled down your panties, jumping when he used his hands to spread you open. He grinned at how your hole twitched for attention,” Guess I have some begging to do.” Kashimo’s mouth descends as his tongue repeats the same motions but directly, pulling an easy moan from you. He kept the action going before moving down, placing sloppy kisses on your clit before going back and toying with your entrance. He barely stuck the tip of his tongue inside before teasing you, making you slowly soak. “ Like I can’t leave this taste. This is mine.” Kashimo mumbles, pressing his tongue and chuckling at the squeeze you gave him.
Your hands fisted the material of the couch poorly, shaking your hips for more as resolve rapidly died out in your body. You could feel how he would thrust it back and forth, coming out to toy with your clit before going back to taste you again. A rhythm that soon had you moaning low against the furniture. His tongue stayed in place as his thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles, slowly rocking your hips onto his face, “ Just like that pleaseᝰ.ᐟ ” You moan out, feeling his tongue pull out, but his thumb never stops. “ Making you feel good, huh?” Kashimo asked, seeing you nod when he spat down onto your pucker rim, watching it slide down to your pussy before catching it with his tongue.
You knew damn well you weren't leaving Kashimo any time soon. No one can keep up with your dramatic mood swings and single-handedly spoil you as Kashimo does. And you especially weren't gonna find someone who would eat you like this ever in your life. Never had to ask. Never had to direct. He always knew where to touch, press, and lick to get you there every time. Kashimo knew it was his quickest way into forgiveness, and he knew you weren’t far from doing exactly that. You were already rocking back onto his tongue, grinding against his face with an eagerness he wanted to tease you about.
But he knew how to get you begging for it, trailing back up to your neglected hole, tongue teasing the rim, and your hips stuttered. You almost pulled away when his tongue pressed past the tight ring, feeling you drip further, reaching his thumb that never stops its ministrations. Kashimo groaned, enjoying how your body shook under his tongue, going back and forth between both holes as you kept making the sounds he liked. “ Baby, I’m sorry, and I mean it.” His tongue was still going at it, before a slurp sound came from him, and you pushed against him more. “ You gonna forgive me?”
You whimpered against the pillow you grabbed for support, still ignoring him, and Kashimo realized how stubborn you plan to be. He just smiles, his hand moving to coat his fingers in your juices and slip two fingers into you. It felt good to have something other than his tongue inside, though you aren’t complaining. You just wanted more without begging for anything. Maybe this is why Kashimo called you a ‘brat’ from time to time.
His mouth stayed busy, giving full attention to your ass as he fingered you open, curling right against that spot that made you continue to throw your hips back. Kashimo’s lips and chin were a mess, speeding up with your pace as he knew you were chasing your orgasm. “ Gonna cum on my fingers for me?” Kashimo coos at you, watching you nod, “ Yes baby~ᥫ᭡.”
“ You gonna accept my apology?” He slowed his long fingers down just enough to make you whine again, bouncing back to chase that feeling in your stomach. “ Yes, I do~ᥫ᭡ ” Words tumbling out when your brain was clouded in lust, riding out your sudden orgasm on his fingers before Kashimo replaced it with his tongue. He groaned against you, riding out the aftershocks before he finally pulled away. The glistening of your pussy from the lamp made him hurry to undo his pants and snatch off his shirt.
He wasn’t the only one to strip, manhandling your body to take off your outfit, leaving you with just your boots and your panties stuck on one leg. You felt Kashimo tap against your clit, as his other hand pressed on your lower back to keep you arched. “ I still think it’s funny that you thought you could get rid of me.” Your toes curled in your boots as he slowly sank himself inside, not rushing in the slightest, as you choked out a sound from how deep he was so fast. He pulled out slowly, keeping his movements deliberate and making you feel every inch. It made your mouth part open, yet no sounds came as they were trapped in your throat. “ You feel how she’s treating me? This feels like home.” Kashimo talked like your pussy wasn’t attached to you.
Kashimo didn’t pick up speed just yet, still making you feel the drag of his length going in and out of you. “ I’m not giving any other woman this treatment. All of this is just for you.” Kashimo said it with a certainty that made you squeeze him when he slipped back inside, arching more with the angle pulling a sound from you both. “ Do you hear me?” Just as he had asked, his hips finally started to speed up. You couldn’t hold back any sounds that he pulled from you, feeling him pull your hips back into his thrusts. “ I love your moody ass too much for you to just walk away.”
You were throwing your hips back at him, too. Letting out moans and curses alike as his tip kissed so deeply inside of you. Kashimo could already see the way you creamed around him, his eyes stuck staring before spreading you open to get a clearer view. “ Think you can find someone that’ll do better than this?” He saw you shake your head, and he rewarded you with his thumb pressing into your ass, “ That’s what I thought.” And you weren’t lying either. Even when you tried to distance yourself from Kashimo and tried other people once, it was so lackluster that you never tried again.
He made sure his thumb was plugged in as he adjusted his footing on your couch. “Doesn’t matter what happens.” You felt just enough pressure on the nape of your neck, and suddenly, you couldn’t turn around because of his foot: “ Sex with anyone after me is mediocre.” Kashimo was smug as his hips drilled down into you, unable to run from the delicious pressure he gave. No man should be treating you like this, and yet, it’s so fun being with him. “ fuckfuckfuckfuck~ᥫ᭡ ” You chanted out after each thrust back inside, hating how badly you were enjoying this. You loved this man so much that you hated it!
His foot soon moved to be propped, hand grabbing at your neck from behind to pull you up before landing a harsh smack to your asscheek. “ Move,” Kashimo told you, hating how fast your hips slammed back onto his pelvis, chasing that yummy feeling he gave inside of you. “ Looking really pathetic for someone who was done with me.” You reached back to smack at his leg in defiance, yet your hips never broke up the rhythm. The smacking sound echoing between you two was deafening, making it worse when he pulled out his thumb to use both his hands to grip your hips. “ Cum on this too since it’s yours.” He was mostly pulling you back onto him, before you were slamming back down on him yourself.
Your hands held onto the couch arm, to support your body as you were in such a need for your second release of the night, “ So close babyᝰ.ᐟ” Your voice peaked as you felt Kashimo fuck back to get you there. You felt his hand grab at your chin, bending your back to see your face when he watched your orgasm crash over you, and he had to fight not to cum inside you now. He let go of your face before slipping out of you with a hiss, already missing the way you wrapped around him. You felt the other cushions move as you looked up to see him sitting down against the sectional, seeing his dick glisten and stand proud against his stomach. Kashimo tapped his thigh, seeing you crawl over before straddling his lap. He sighed when you grind against him, feeling your lips against his throat when you raised your hips. Your hand grabbed him to line yourself before sinking back down and adjusting to your feet. When you raised your hips and slammed down this time, Kashimo had to tilt his head back against the back of the couch.
If there was one thing he couldn’t deny, it was that he loved having you ride him. He barely wanted to do anything once he realized you knew what you were doing up there. Now was no different as he felt how you squeezed him every time you bottomed out. Your lips kissed his throat, and you could feel him twitch inside of you. “ You know I hate when you let women play in your face.” You speak against his skin before sitting up. “ I’ll do this as much as you want if you stop.” Your hands went to the back of the couch, encasing his head in your arms as he looked at you. “ I’m serious!”
Kashimo smirked at you, but it didn’t last for long when you bounced a bit faster on him, “ But you're so cute when you're jealous.” He grinned before letting out a groan, spreading his legs to let you do your worst…or best on this occasion. You did it with ease, sucking him in repeatedly and forcing groans from him. “ I can never leave this. Your pussy is--fuck-made for me.” Kashimo’s hand went to your waist, just holding you there before you rolled your hips in a way that made his nails dig into your skin bluntly. “ Is she made for you? ” You teased him, slowing down the same way he did to you several minutes prior. “ Shit…” You heard him mutter as you kept it up, hand pressed right against his chest, and almost feeling the way his heart rate sped up.
Kashimo had a fair share of experiences with women before dating you, but even when you two had your little spats, he didn’t mess with anyone else. You were the best of the best, and Kashimo had you beating him in the only fight he’s always willing to lose. You loved hearing how relaxed and raw your boyfriend became the second you rode him like no tomorrow. The same man who can easily win any knife fight with a bare fist was begging you to ride him faster. And you did, but now you went back to your knees, hard bouncing in his lap before feeling him finally thrust his hips up when his arms wrapped around your waist.
You choked out a sound from the force, making you wrap your arms around his neck to bounce with the same vigor as him. You both moaned pathetically, trying to keep up with the other as neither one of you could stop speaking to each other. “ I wouldn’t leave you for nothing. I love you, you know that?” Kashimo turned your head to look at him, as neither one of you slowed down. “ I love you too~ᥫ᭡ ” You sob out when his tip knocks into your cervix, eyes threatening to roll back into your skull. “ O-only want you.”
Kashimo pulled you in for a kiss, almost making you stutter as he started to feel his release trickle through. His dick twitched inside you so bad, and by how he was moaning, he was gonna cum fast soon. “ Gimme my nut, and I’ll accept your apology, baby.” You pull away and gather whatever strength you have left to ride him harder than you should have, knowing your thighs will burn the next day. “ Wanna feel it inside again.” Your words and hips got him easily, watching him nod. “ Take whatever you want.” He sighed, feeling how your walls wouldn’t stop trying to milk him. The sticky mess between you two and his thighs didn’t help either,
You weren’t any better, feeling your body threatening to crash into another orgasm, but you wanted him to cum first. Or else you’ll miss your favorite part. Kashimo's eyes were shut when he felt your hand on his throat, squeezing the sides just enough like your pussy when you bottomed out. “ Filthy girl…” Kashimo teased, no malice and more breathy from the pressure of your hand. But you felt his dick twitch again when you did.
He looked back up at you, mouth agape and brows furrowed, when you got to see the city’s street fighter, become a panting mess beneath you, as he cums and you continued to ride him. Tip sensitive yet still knocking into those special spots that make you topple through your own. “Oh shit!” Kashimo groans out, feeling you ride out both of your releases, overstimulating you both until Kashimo’s arms had to hold you still. “ Damn vixen, that’s enough.”
You giggled, grinding just a bit in his hold as you gave kisses to his jaw since his head was leaned back against your couch. “ It’s not my fault you look so pretty when I’m riding you.” You told him and saw his side eye from the angle. “ You're the only one I’ll allow to say that.” He huffed out, sitting up further with you both while you're still connected. He stared at you with those cyan colored eyes that you could never get tired of. “ So am I forgiven?”
He watched you give a faux performance, thinking it over, “ I guess you are. But seriously, I’m tired of you doing stunts just cause you like seeing me mad.” You pointed at him, and he chuckled, kissing the hand you pointed at him with. “ Then stop being so cute.” Kashimo countered before hissing when you grind down and squeezed his sensitive length. “ I’ll never ride you again.”
“ Heard you loud and clear.” Kashimo changed tunes so fast you had to laugh, making him grin at you as he suddenly stood, “ But let’s go to the bedroom. I still wanna apologize a bit more, just to be safe.”
You felt a tap on your shoulder as one of your people nodded their head in a direction that you followed. A frown immediately pulled on your lips at the sight of short pink hair. “ Of course, his bitch ass is here.” Almost like he telepathically heard your shit-talking, his head turned to you, and he quickly gave you his middle finger before getting lost in the club’s crowd.
“So what are we doing?” your homeboy asks from your section, where your crew usually stays. You take another drag of your blunt, exhale, and tap the ashes off to the beat of the music. “Imma do what I do best.” You flash a grin, get up, and let your oversized shirt fall loosely around you.
You walked down the steps, waving and nodding to some of the patrons. Patrons with eyes low and red from the indica you sold them. Shit, most of them were your clients, even a few who used to go to the bastard who strolled into your area.
Ryomen Sukuna. A damn bastard to all ends. When you started to pick up your sales, he made himself known. You remember him showing up when you were on corners, hoodie baggy as hell, and hearing him say something about ‘seeing it for himself ’. You guess he couldn’t believe that a woman was actually making moves in the streets better than most of the competition. You think it was then that the rivalry started, remembering telling him that soon he’ll be beneath her too. Even his face frowned as he told you to watch yourself.
Since then, you two always had words, no matter where you are. You never tolerated disrespect from anyone, especially from some man. And especially from a bastard like him. It was the same thing on his end. Sukuna rarely had people who had a bark to match their bite. Let alone from women who typically tried to fling themselves just cause he had money, or they wanted his weed for free. But there are barely any women dealers in the city. Any that started got run out or roughed up for attempting to steal clients. But you? You always held your ground.
Even when low-life runners tried to intimidate you, you sent two of them to urgent care to get bullets removed. That alone quickly earned you respect and the desire to do business with you. They found out that not only can you step on people's toes to get the money you want, but your weed was also some of the best for a good while, and it was consistent, outside of Sukuna’s supply. Which might have led some regulars to develop a preference. When he noticed it, that’s when he showed up.
You push through the crowd, and it parts by the section where Sukuna has decided to sit. His arms were already filled with women, and a blunt was tucked between his lips as one girl lit it for him. He glances up at you. “The fuck do you want?”
“That’s so crazy,” you say, sarcasm sharp. Then you lean in, attitude cold, “I was gonna ask you the same thing. What the hell are you doing here?”
Sukuna inhaled from the blunt on his lips, the tip glowing a deep orange before he exhaled, “ Had some spare time and extra bud to sell. This looked like the perfect spot.” You knew he wasn’t dumb. Everyone knows that you have been selling in this club for months, even him. And it showed with that stupid ass look he gave you. But that never stopped you.
“Aww, your stale ass weed ran people away, and you followed them here? I know it’s hard to work past your prime.” You taunt, noting how his eye twitches and his frown deepens, tapping the girls as they move to let him stand in front of you, nearly chest to chest. “ Can never shut your fucking mouth, can you?”
“I’ll shut up when I see ‘RIP Sukuna’ or ‘FREE S.R.’ in your gang's bio. But you walk in here like you own the spot?” You match his glare, eyes never leaving his. His friends rise behind him. You just smirk. “Leash your boys, Kuna. They look more pressed than you.” With a mocking wave past his shoulder, your gaze returns to his. His jaw tenses at the hated nickname.
Just a typical Thursday night for you.
“ You always gotta bitch and have this funky ass attitude every fucking time. What, you haven’t got any dick recently or something?” Sukuna quipped, and your eyes rolled. Shit, they might get stuck in your head.
“Cute. Did you ever go to the doctors for the itch down there?” You pulled up your shirt, parts of your lower stomach exposed, but so was the .40 in the waistband of your shorts. “ This can fix it, but I don’t do charity work. Might cost ya.”
Sukuna raised his hand at how one of his boys nearly did the same. He knew you weren’t stupid. You weren’t by yourself, and he didn’t know how many there were. He's been doing this for too long not to notice the three men spaced out around their section. He was crazy enough to see what would happen, but he pushes back the thought of being more upset if you ain’t make it through the night. It would be boring again.
Sukuna grins, pointing at you with a grin. “I can’t tell if you don’t care about your life, or really think you’ll win these? You like your odds?”
You grinned, gold grills showing on full display, “ Sometimes, I like the risk, so yeah.” You slowly stepped to the side, “ Shall escort you fellas out? I’m in a good enough mood to do it peacefully.” You watched his jaw shift, flagging some of his boys who begrudgingly walked past you two, not without eyeing you down as you paid them no mind. Your eyes are still focused on the red ones looking back at you.
“ You know this ain’t over, right? You’ll bite off more than you can chew eventually.” Sukuna took a slow step forward, his shoulder brushing against you as you soon matched his pace to the entrance.
“Oh, I’m shaking. I must really scare you boys. You daydream about me that much in front of your boys? You're getting soft.” Your voice drips with mockery, and you feel the way his hand wrapped around your arm. You loved pushing all of his buttons. His grip tightens on you, a silent warning you shrug off. “Don’t start what you can’t finish, Kuna. Door’s right there.” You giggle, yet the singsong tone didn’t hide the darker message that Sukuna heard. You giggled as he shoved past you and out of the club.
He itched to ruin the night for everyone, but Sukuna never acted without thinking. If he were honest, he recognized you knew what you were doing. Your approach showed that, or maybe your dedication to the trade, and the money. The hustle wasn’t always rewarding, but Sukuna still craved its power. With some cops on his payroll, he quickly monopolized the city. Then he heard about you, after his crew failed to scare you off—an outcome he usually accepted, provided no cops got involved.
But then, Sukuna was told one was sent to the ER, and the other's nose was bloody. He didn’t know who the fuck you were and was almost excited that someone had balls in this city to attempt to dismantle his empire. Let alone fight back against his lackeys, and for it to be a woman. Then you had the nerve to steal his regulars? That’s when Sukuna had to go out for himself to see who decided to shoot his people and steal his money.
Many thought you were stupid for already starting beef with a much larger and well-organized gang. But they stepped up towards you! You faced everything head-on. It didn’t matter how it went down; you always grew up seeing your brothers or uncles handle it the same way. You demanded that respect, and most people have given it without much problem. If they had one, you simply fixed it.
But sometimes, when you turn in early for the night with the clock flashing around 3am, your brain is still working. Thinking about the many girls' nights you missed out on to sell and supply your new lifestyle, but also help those around you. It was worth it, but not at the cost of missing all the fun nights. You saw one of them post about a party Saturday night. You decided to dust off the part of your closet you barely get a chance to touch anymore.
It’s weird. You always had the confidence to stand up to anyone, yet here you are, standing in your towel at the dresses that arrayed your walk-in closet. Playlist on shuffle as your body moved on beat, as you hurriedly grabbed something that was skin tight instead of baggy. The more you get ready, the more confidence grows back into you in a completely different sense. You knew damn well you were pretty, but now? In the black leather set that hugged your usually hidden curves. Tattoos on full display, and you even wore some thigh-high boots to match. You sifted through your jewelry and added a Cuban link necklace and bracelet. A simple full glam beat to tie it all, and your smile couldn’t contain itself.
Your personal phone ringing from your bag, your friends telling you to hurry up, and you laughing, telling them you're coming down now, jogging past your car keys. You didn’t need that kind of attention tonight, when most people recognized your car.
You heard the music blare from the silver sedan, their smiles contagious as they greeted and cooed over your looks. You hopped in the backseat, hugging your friends and trying to remember why it’s been this long since you saw them?!
Just the ride to the club was filled with laughter, joy, weed from yours truly, and Megan Thee Stallion on the highway. Your friends, almost as wild and crazy as you in their own sense, pressed on the gas, and the whole car erupted in mini screams and giggles. It was nights like this that reminded you that you had people who sold for you, too. You don’t have to be at the forefront, but you liked the lifestyle. But moments like this tell you that you need to let it happen more often.
Relax. Unwind. Enjoy. That was the goal for tonight.
And it worked.
From the face cards that got all of you inside for free to the manager recognizing you and gifting two bottles for you all. Despite the section you guys had, you wanted to party on the floor for once. Thankfully, one of your friends came out to follow you, missing the eyes that did a double-take when they saw you. Or, more importantly, seeing you in a way he never saw before.
But you didn’t sense the eyes on your back when you saw how some of the men and women were eyeing you tonight. You knew you looked good, and it showed in how you walked to the dance floor, ignoring the few men who tried to reach out and pull you near. You ignored them all to get to the dancefloor and dance with your friend. You heard the DJ mix the tracks effortlessly, feeling your hips sway with your friend.
Sukuna was amused. Sipping on his drink as he leaned against the railing to watch you. Seeing your colored ink on display, along with the curves he’s seeing for the first time, as if you were a woman he wasn’t familiar with. He finished the rest, setting the glass on the nearest table he passed as he started to make his way. Maybe it looked like you were enjoying yourself too much despite being in his area of the city.
By this point, the Don Julio had done its job, leaving you with a nice buzz as you danced on and off between your friend and the one man who had bought a round of shots for them. Your hips whined to the beat before coming back up, and that’s when you felt the hands on your hips. Your eyes glanced across to your friend, giving a smile and thumbs up as you let the music guide your hips. Thankfully, the man kept up. Even as the tempo sped up and down, his eyes were stuck to the way you moved, pulling you enough to press against him more. A hand reaches back for his wrist to support, making him chuckle as he wonders how long this will go on for. Even if he didn’t want it to stop.
But you soon stood up, a little fast for your own good, as your body was pressed against him. He heard the giggle that left your lips, and he wouldn’t believe it was the same person who had pulled a gun on him before. You steady yourself in your shoes, glancing down before you stilled. Your small hand was still around the wrist of the tall stranger. A stranger with a familiar-looking black tattoo wrapped around his wrist. Your brain is trying to fight the thought as you feel him lean down near your ear, missing how your friend got swept into a dance with another man nearby, “ How long until you noticed?”
The voice solidified the thought, and you felt how he pulled you closer, “ Don’t you start. Just relax for a second.”
“ How the hell are you gonna tell me to relax?” You started to yell, but felt how he pinched your side and shushed you. “ That hurts, asshole!”
“ Dummy shut the fuck up for a second, “ Sukuna grits out before continuing, “ What part of the city are we in, and where do I reside?” He asked you, and your brain quickly jumped to the answers before he felt your shoulders slump a bit. “ My fucking luck.”
Sukuna held in the laugh he had at your pout, pushing back a thought as he made your body sway to the beat with him, “ I told you to relax because I’m being nice. None of my people even recognized you here. But I did.” Sukuna finally turned you around, making you face him. You watched how his eyes swept over you. It was fast, but you saw it amid the flashing lights.
“ And you just happened to see me?” You questioned, hating that you're close enough to smell the cologne he is wearing. You hate it, but it smelled good when he was that close to you. The tequila in your system lasted the longer you were in his arms.
“ Well, I didn’t know it was you for sure. I kind of see why you hide this side of you.” You heard his tone, glancing up at him. Even the grin he made makes you want to smack him. But it was more than just you worrying about yourself. You came here with your friends. Your friends who were more like sisters since growing up on the same street. The friends that weren’t in the streets as deep as you with no rap sheets. Sukuna wouldn’t, but you don’t need his goons to bother them. So you played it safe, despite how much your hand twitched.
“ Yeah, cause yall assholes wouldn’t have taken me seriously even more than now, and think I’m just something to fuck on. I would rather put a bullet in my head.” You grit out, hating how his hands rested on the exposed skin of your hips now. He leaned down, glancing at your friend, who was checking back at you two as he gave a thumbs-up. “ Your friend is eyeing us. Play along for now.” Sukuna wasn’t asking, and dishearteningly, you listened.
Your hands slid up from his chest, gliding up his shoulders as your friend saw you sway back and forth with him. All the while, missing your irritated face as she came over for a quick second. Sukuna pulled back just enough, glancing between you two as she mumbled something to you while giving a friendly smile to him. Something he didn’t deserve in your eyes. “ I’m going back to the section for shots again.” She gave a quick wave to Sukuna as she ran off nearby.
None of your friends were far. You two were dancing close to the section. So they could see you the entire time with Sukuna, enjoying your imprisonment in his arms. “ What’s your end goal? I’m close to crashing out.” You announced, and he chuckled.
“ My end goal?” Sukuna knew it pissed you off as he acted as if he thought it over, “ Who knows. I’m enjoying having you at my mercy for once.”
“ That's only because you wouldn’t be able to get it anywhere else.” You hissed at him, nails digging into his arm over the clothes.
“ Outside of my bed.” Sukuna knew the comment fueled your anger, and he liked the look you gave him. Glaring daggers at him with you all dressed up only made him half attempt to fight the erection he was starting to have. “ You were dancing like you wanted someone to put you in your place.”
“ You won’t shut up about that, will you?” You tried to hide your face, only because you were enjoying yourself as you danced with him. He matched your rhythm, and his hands felt nice on you. The same hands that had gripped you up that were usually paired with low threats had been caressing your exposed skin. Like he was writing little spells to keep you there, and they were working. Sukuna went back to your ear, pressing your body closer as the music slowed down, “ Why would I? The same one who threatened me and my people every chance she gets and was found all pretty, dancing on the same man that she swears she ‘hates his guts.’
You turned your head slightly, not missing the closeness to his face, “ And I still fucking do.”
“ But you still like having my hands on you?” Sukuna quipped before laughing at the defiant stomp you gave his foot, like he could read the inner turmoil you were facing. You hated the conflicting thoughts in your head. Thoughts that shouldn't be hard to decide if the liquor didn’t weigh in for the cons. “ If you want me to touch you more,” A hand of his, bold as all hell to grab a handful of ass, “ You just had to ask me.”
You bit back the urge to press your thighs together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, “ Sounds like you haven’t had good pussy in a while, Kuna. The whores have been that bad that you wanna get a taste of me?”
Sukuna didn’t even frown at your words, leaning closer, and you swore you didn’t imagine him giving a tiny nibble on your ear, just to get you to flip,“ Always wanted a taste, but you gave me an even better reason tonight.” He felt your fingers ball into his shirt, thinking you were trying to grip him up again. You weren’t even sure what you were doing. The whirlwind of emotions running through your body is at a boiling point, and the cause was directly in front of you.
“ Ya know what? I’m done pretending. Let me the fuck go and please shut the fuck up.” When you looked at him, it didn’t match your deadly threats. It wasn’t the same cold eyes that had no care when you unloaded a clip on a rival. No, it was a gaze that Sukuna knew all too well. So when he practically squatted down to look you directly in your eyes, his mind was already jumping steps ahead.
“ Make me then.”
Oh, you made him shut up alright. Well, eventually you did. After you had said goodbye to your friends for the night earlier than expected. And long after ducking your head down into his chest, while Sukuna told his people that he was leaving for the night. And well after the man managed to get you into his bedroom and have your pretty pussy sitting on his face.
You're glad you can’t see his face right now. You didn’t want to see him while his tongue fluidly dragged along your slit. Anything his cursed mouth touched made you buck and press into him more, moans flying out when you didn’t want them to. Those same hands that were on your body in a different sense were now wrapped around your thighs to keep you steady before he pulled his mouth away briefly, “ Don’t get lazy on me now.”
You weren’t lazy. You were still confused in your own actions as your lips wrapped around his tip with a swirl of your tongue. He felt heavy against you as you slowly bobbed your head. Your hand at the base, feeling each twitch as you took more of him down. Sukuna’s tongue found itself back by your entrance, pressing his tongue inside and feeling you clench. He almost started to chuckle when you started to bounce against his face, rewarding the action with a few harsh spanks to your ass, boldly telling you to keep going.
You could feel his hips begin to move, thrusting up into your mouth as you tried not to gag. You don't need to give him something else to talk about when he has you moaning around his dick. He trailed back to your clit, replacing the emptiness in your core with thick fingers that made you buck again. “ I know you can take more of me down.” He mumbled against your inner thighs.
Your jaw was starting to ache from how his length stretched it, and his thrusts didn’t help to aid in your concentration when he was scissoring you open, too. You had to pull your mouth off to breathe, and soon felt a hand reach for the back of your head. “What I say?” Sukuna scolded as his fingers didn’t stop thrusting inside of you. You tried to put it back in your mouth, even as moans filtered through, and he held your head in place when he thrusted back up into you, much harsher now. You drooled around him, and he felt you squeeze down on his fingers.
“ I knew it. Just needed someone to talk to this mouth and shut up the other one to be more likable.” Sukuna smirked, despite how his lips couldn’t stop tasting you. Lips wrapped around your clit in a hard suck while his fingers massaged your g-spot and you swore you could have come from that if you didn’t have a bit more dignity. Your tongue dragged along the sensitive underside of his dick, hearing him grunt as his hips didn’t stop thrusting up into you. If anything, you wanted him to cum first!
It was a hard task to do when Sukuna made it his mission to make you fall apart. A sticky, wet sound came from between your legs as he never stopped, only adding to your turmoil. You finally shook out of Sukuna’s grip. “ Slow down!~” Your yell sounded like a whine in Sukuna’s ears as he instead gave a nip to your inner thigh.
“ Nah. I like how your pussy tastes,” He leaned up to toy with your clit again, “ Lemme taste you some more.” Sukuna’s mouth went back to your core, his wet fingers now rubbing your clit in tight circles as you bounced again onto Sukuna’s face to his delight. He didn’t have to thrust up as much when you bobbed your head fast, almost trying to match him. You tried to hold back, not wanting to satisfy him, but your own body betrayed you. Pressing your hips as far back against him as you could when you finally came on his tongue.
Sukuna groaned at your taste, pulling your hips down onto his face as he drank from you. You felt how he twitched in your mouth after every suck and lick. You came up off him, gasping, throat raw from how he treated you. “ Fucking asshole…” Your voice strained a bit, even when he shoved you off of him and onto the bed. You were manhandled to your back, feeling his grip on your ankles as he pulled you to the end of the bed, “ Call me what you want, but I’m not finished with you yet.”
Sukuna’s hand went to your throat, squeezing the sides just a bit when he leaned down. You could feel his tip rub against your clit when he ended up kissing you. You weren’t expecting it at all, body twitching under his teasing as he forced his tongue into your mouth. You hated how he kissed you so good, feeling his weight on your body before feeling him push inside of you at the same time.
It was a much deeper stretch than you were prepared for, but Sukuna wasn’t ready for how tight you were either. He kept pressing his hips forward until there was nothing left, and he felt you gasp against his lips before he pulled away. Sukuna looked down at your face, brows already furrowed as he maneuvered your legs to his shoulders, when he pulled back and suddenly slammed back again. Your hand almost went to his chest as his pace didn’t start that slow at all, his hands gripping your hips tight. “ I knew you hadn't had dick in a minute. Why else would you be this tight?”
You smacked his chest, trying not to moan too loud as you glared up at him, “ Just say you like how my pussy feels.” You say that, but you're really liking how the pink-haired man was fucking you. Even as much shit-talking as you do, he didn’t have to put your pussy in his mouth to make you cum first. He didn’t even have to kiss you at all. But your brain didn’t want to think about how muddled and complicated your relationship is turning into.
Sukuna only blurred the lines further as he leaned down, folding your body as his hips slammed down into your already sticky center, “ I like how your pussy feels.” Sukuna states your words back at you, emphasizing with his hips that forced a choked sound from you. “ Now I want you to start being honest, too. I know I’m making you feel good, so I wanna hear it.” Crimson's eyes stared directly at you while you still fought to stay silent, hand covering your mouth, while the other tried to push his face away from the closeness as if you could move him. He can’t just get lucky with you on a random night, and now, you're moaning in his bed? You won’t hear it down! “ You're…too close!” Your voice was still muffled behind your hand, almost muted in comparison to how Sukuna’s hips sounded connecting to yours.
He shakes away the hand on his face, slowing down just a bit to grab both of your wrists into one hand and above your head. You looked up at him with a glare that was half-hearted before he went back to his original pace. Sukuna was amused by how you still tried to muffle your voice, lip pulled between your teeth, as he went to place wet kisses on your neck. He barely pulled out of you, and it’s like it wasn't the first time you two had sex. “ Oh shit…” You breathed out, airy and mixed with a sigh. You hated that you could hear how wet you were, and you swore you’d never been wetter. The kisses mixed in with the bites he gave to your throat only made your moans come out with ease.
“ That's right. Let me hear you.” Sukuna rolled his hips down and chuckled against your skin when you tried to wrap your legs around his body.
A hand went to your hip, keeping you close as he only rolled deeper into you, feeling the way you squeezed and spasmed around him, “ Be honest like your body, brat.” Sukuna spoke into the purple hickey he placed on your throat as he pulled some of his weight off of you, as he used his other hand to make you look where he was looking. Between your bodies, you saw just how much you two were enjoying each other. His dick was covered in a milky, white wetness that only grew bigger as you stared. It was almost hypnotic to watch as you heard yourself getting more vocal, just like it sounds between your legs.
Sukuna kept his forehead pressed against yours, watching your face and making you fall apart beneath him. Your hands flexed in his hold, and his other hand just dipped into the plush of your ass that held you close. He only pulled his head away from you to kiss at the ankle on his shoulder beside him, smirking when you squeezed him. “Sukuna, wait a bit-” You felt that knot again in your stomach, approaching faster now as he kept hitting the same spot that had you attempting to hold him tighter with your legs. He leaned back down, dipping back to kissing your neck as he picked up a faster pace. You were fucked; too fargone to have any sort of self-respect left when your legs spasmed as you cummed for him again. He chuckled against your skin, only slowing down to reach for something, fucking you through your release still.
The salmon colored hair, highlighted briefly from the lighter as he inhaled from the blunt he had left over. You almost wanted to smack it, but he never stopped bullying himself into the same spot, even after you cummed the second time. Your hands had since been released from earlier when he decided to smoke, mid-stroke inside of you, and were now grabbing and pushing him all at once. A different feeling grew in the pit of your stomach, as your legs were unable to stop shaking. He exhaled as he watched you try to fight the feeling, knowing all too well what he was doing. After all this time of hearing your mouth, Sukuna wasn’t having any kind of running from you.
“ Stop fighting it,” Sukuna tells you after a low groan, taking another inhale and placing it on a nearby ashtray as a hand grips your chin to open your mouth. You felt his lips first before feeling the smoke as you quickly inhaled.
You were still trying to fight the new feeling in your core. But that's a senseless wish when Sukuna filled you in a way that made it a losing fight. His lips pulled away, and each exhale of yours was shaky with smoke. He gave you that time to breathe before kissing you again, his lips and hips holding the same intensity that finally had you leak around him, trying to force him out as you squirted. Hips bucking up, kiss becoming sloppy as your body went limp, and as he pulled out, clear liquid splashing along his hips and abdomen as he teased your clit with his tip. “ See? I bet it felt nice not holding back.”
Your head swirled with the weed and dopamine of your high, feeling him move your body once again with barely any grace. Sukuna shifted you back to your hands and knees, feeling his body on your back. His fingers tapped the side of your face, your eyes glancing to see the lit blunt that he handed you. Even with your arms shaky, you reached for it, bringing it to your lips as you felt his tip start to split you open again with your inhale. You were able to exhale when he bottomed out again, trying to inhale, but felt how he dragged himself out before slamming back inside.
The blunt was snatched back from your hand when he saw your upper body fall towards the bed, his other hand keeping your hips up with his grip. Sukuna got a nice view of you from above, enjoying the view of your ass slamming back into his hips, smacking the tattoo on your ass that said ‘ bite me’.
“ Are you sure you hate me? You're gripping me tight.” Sukuna had grabbed a handful of your ass, spreading you open to get a better look. He even let a dribble of spit drip from his lips and down to where you were connected. Your hips are too eager, shame nowhere to be found, as you were bouncing against him more than he could thrust. Fingers gripping the sheets tightly as your body buzzes when each slam back. Your voice was high-pitched as Sukuna just listened to your jumbled words, mixed with a whine and annoyance that only sounded endearing to him. “ So fucking deepᝰ.ᐟ I hate-fuck!---hate how good your dick isᝰ.ᐟ ”
You could hear the man laugh above you, feeling him lean to put the blunt down after a few more puffs. His large hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you back onto his length with an ease that shouldn’t have made you rock back even harder. Each thrust emphasized with a skin-smacking sound that only seemed to motivate you both. “ You can hate it as much as you want, ” Sukuna started, licking his fingers before reaching to rub your clit, making you fall forward, “ This pussy is mine now.”
“ Like…hell it is!” You yelled, but it sounded too much like a whimper in his ears. “ Your body already likes me too much. Plus…” Sukuna leaned back to your ear, hips never stopping and seeming to press deeper that your toes curled, “ Your pussy listens to me.” You felt his grin on your ear before he nipped it, timing the rolls on your clit to your bounces. You felt how sticky it was between your thighs, feeling it grow worse when your body convulsed again, forcing him with another squirt as he smacked your clit, making it spurt out further and slipping back in.
Your body is flush against the sheets, his weight comforting yet so smothering when his dick could reach places that had you not thinking straight. Even his weed was more potent than you thought. You could feel your body grow more honest and soaked as he rolled his hips deep against you. “ I told you so.” He was smug, a hand wrapping around your throat as he slammed his hips down into you. The squeeze of his hand around your throat only made you clench him tighter, hearing the low baritone of his pants and groans above you. “ At this point, I might make you fall in love with it.”
And damn, he might be right.
It didn’t matter how much you came or how your body tried to squeeze him out, Sukuna was giving you the kind of sex you had only ever dreamed about. Your body turned into putty in his rough hands, and your body felt like it was in heaven, despite being dragged through all the kinds of sins in hell.
You felt your head tilt upwards from his grip, meeting his heavy stare, possessive and something more. It was hard to look anywhere else since he made your face still. The only deafening sound was Sukuna’s hips slamming down into your ass, trying to make an impression with his dick in your stomach. “ Tell me you like my dick again.”
Your mouth moved before you could really think about it, “ I like your dick more than I like you.” You still tried to grin at him despite how he smooshed your cheeks together. He could still see the flicker of defiance in your eyes, even as he sloppily thrusted inside of you. “ Now that’s something I can believe.” Sukuna grinned at you, but you didn’t miss how his voice had slowly lost the sharp edge he had earlier.
Your hearing only got better as you started listening to how he spoke to you. “ Squeezing me so damn tight like I’m going somewhere.” He mumbled to himself, forehead resting on your shoulder as he felt how close he was. “ I’m cumming again.” You whimpered out, and you felt Sukuna slow down. “ No, you don’t. Wait for me.” He heard you whine in response, hips rolling back onto him.
His hand adjusted on your neck, feeling his face pressed against your right side, “ I’ll let you cum if you're honest about where I should cum.” Sukuna kissed your ear, his words sending shivers down your spine from how close he was. Hips slamming down with an urge that he needed to fulfill right then and now. “ Don’t…ask me that.” Each of your words was pushed out from his thrusts, his body weight the only thing keeping you grounded in the moment. Yet your pussy wouldn’t let him go! Sukuna huffed, “ Lie again.”
Your muffled cry was still heard, hating the idea of him pulling out. You might actually cry if the asshole of a man went through with that. Guess a plan b was the last option for the night.
He watched you turn your head slightly to see his face, eyes glossy, and your face looking more feminine now than when you were in the club. It was a side of you that he likes just as much as when he pissed you off. But even Sukuna wasn’t fully prepared for the words to come out of your mouth.
" Please…inside Kuna~ᥫ᭡” Your voice is barely above a whisper, sounding wrecked from pleasure and your moaning.
Now, Ryomen Sukuna was never an easy man. No matter how much anyone begged him, he barely relented unless it was for his benefit. But this? Oh, he hated how much the phrase affected his body, his teeth suddenly etched into your shoulder. Sukuna’s hips didn’t stop as he bucked inside carelessly. You could feel how deep he pushed his cum inside of you, the warmth spreading deeper with each pump. He didn’t slow down for a while, just stopping as he bottomed out and releasing your shoulder.
It was silent in his bedroom besides both of your breaths’ evening out. Sukuna had since adjusted your bodies in his bed, and a silence overtook you both.
You didn’t even know where to go from here, but thankfully, Sukuna filled the space with another blunt that he passed to you. A few inhales and some back and forths of the rotation later, Sukuna broke the silence first. “ Say whatever you wanna say.” Sukuna exhaled his smoke in your direction as you held the blunt in your hand.
You took another inhale, seeing him watching your profile with low eyes, “ Where do we go from here? Not even two days ago, I threatened to shoot your ass, and tonight you were in my guts and your nut is still inside of me. I'm kind of lost here.”
You were always straightforward, and you would rather hear how he felt over this than to embarrass yourself. Sukuna leaned back against the headboard, eyeing you as he thought it over. “ You can keep acting the way you usually do.” Sukuna reached and pulled you over by your waist, “ I’m a selfish man. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this but me.” Those wine colored eyes glared down in a way that you hated because your thighs pressed together again.
“ Don’t get cocky now. Who said you’ll get another chance at fucking me?” You passed the blunt back at him, and he took it with a smirk. You watched him take a few more puffs before putting it in the ashtray. “ I know I will, and you’ll be stone cold sober when I do.” He exhaled the smoke into your face, and he grinned when you scrunched your nose and smacked his arm. “ Imma have you begging for it even more next time.” His lips found your throat, and he felt the way you tried to fight falling apart again. He was almost on top of you like before, and you felt him slip back between your thighs like he never left. You could feel him pressed against your thigh as his teeth nipped near your ear.
“ Matter of fact, I’ll do it now before I drive you home.” You could already feel Sukuna slowly pressing inside of you, and your hands went to his shoulders, his hands guiding your legs to wrap around him, “ Still have to give you something to tell your ‘other’ friends about later.”
Sometimes Renji can't help himself when it's been too long
cw: semi-public sex, implied human reader, some black descriptors but anyone can read, yearner!renji
Renji has always been a handsy lover, but you never had a problem with it.
Whether it's his hand on your lower back or he's suddenly pulling you on his lap, you've gladly accept it all cause you loved the affection. Most of your friends and other soul reapers knew that very well that this was just how you two were. With Renji being the lieutenant of the Sixth Squad, it always made it hard to see each other. So when you did? You two were stuck to each other.
But sometimes the time gap in between was long and you couldn't do nothing about it. Your boyfriend was just doing his job to make sure the order of the soul society stayed in place. You couldn't be selfish, despite how much you missed seeing his face. So when Rangiku and a few of the other reapers managed to sneak you into to the Seireitei for the night, without Renji's knowledge, you were giddy.
You were already told that Renji has been mentioning you, going on and on about him wanting to hurry up to go back and see you in the World of the Living. So when Rangiku made you change from your clothes to an extra uniform, dragging you to the bar as Renji was sitting across the room with Ikkaku and a few others. He picked up on your reiatsu and Ikkaku fought himself from laughing at the younger soul reaper. His head swiveled so fast when he landed on your crown of curls besides the taller shinigami, already leaving his drink and friends behind because he be damned if anyone else would walk up talk to you.
You barely had a chance to try the liquor inside the drink Rangiku got for you when your name was called and you turned, brown eyes staring down at your own. Suddenly Rangiku was gone as Renji was confused in how you even got here, but truthfully he didn't care as he was found himself pulling you out of the bar. You barely got out the door when Renji had picked you up easily and flash stepped away. You could already feel his lips on your throat, uncaring of who saw with low whispers on your skin. " It's been too long. I miss holding you."
And Renji meant it when the shinigami couldn't make it back home, finding a quiet alley instead to have your hakama pants on the ground with his mouth on your core as you fought to stay silent. Yet, Renji wasn't silent in the slightest, slurping and lapping at you like he's been starved. Your muffled moans only made him go on, pressing his tongue deeper inside before pulling out and standing up to undo his own uniform. He was more silent than usual, too hungry to waste words on something you both wanted. Your hips shook against him, just as impatient as you felt his tip nudge at your entrance before pressing forward. You saw his hand besides you head, hand wrapping around his wrist as he slowly pushed more inside with each thrusts.
Renji's hand steady your hips, keeping you just how he wanted you. He didn't think the distance would be this bad until you suddenly popped in front of him. But the way how your walls squeezed and gushed around him, he knew you missed him too. Both of your hands were touching the wall, while his hands kept you up along with his hips as he leaned over your back. " Missed you so much baby. Should have saw you sooner." Renji's voice was rough by your ear like his hips, plunging deep and barely pulling out.
Even when you tried to tell him you missed him too, it was hard when his tip bullied itself deeper into you in a way that shuts your brain off. You could only respond in whines and moans as he littered your throat with kisses and marks. Your pussy was louder than the both of you with how you creamed around him, making his hips stutter. His desperate words only made it worse for your head, Renji soon having to cover your mouth as you slammed your hips back to meet his thrusts. The slight skin smacking sound was hypnotic as you soaked Renji's palm, eyes rolling as your g-spot gets pounded into and steamrolling your release.
Legs shaky, from thrust after thrust when Renji felt you cum around him, your knees buckling down and milking him to follow behind. He didn't think his own legs would buckle a bit, still holding you up he panted against your shoulder. It was almost pathetic how you both couldn't wait enough to get inside to do this, but can you blame him. He just missed you too much.
It was a Friday night. The weekend was already off to a great start for you. You managed to get out of work a bit earlier than usual. Your favorite snacks were in stock when you stopped by the gas station. Even your friend had called you, asking if you wanted to join some friends at the club, and you thought why not?!
You would have spent your time at home, scrolling through Twitter to lurk through the filthy individuals that you’ve been having a tendency to watch. It’s not like dating is bad, but they’ve been lackluster the last few times. So you often watch handsome men who can always put women through the mattress with a 100% success rate. But maybe it’s how it’s portrayed on camera, but it never looks like they were doing it for themselves. It always felt like the focus point was the women they filmed with. It just so happens to be a coincidence that you share a flat with two of those men whom you watch when you feel lonely.
But you did well resisting the two men, despite seeing just what they can do to a woman. Toji had been in the industry for a while, originally working with a company before starting OnlyFans and ‘meet-ups’ with various women. Enjin, while in the industry for less time, didn’t struggle much to build a following because of how he talked to the camera. That, plus the tattoos and piercings, made him a sight for sore eyes.
Your door must have been cracked when you were sitting there, adding the finishing touches to your makeup, blonde hair peeking in, and giving a whistle: “Now where are you off to tonight?”
You roll your eyes, adding your lip gloss to the lip combo you did before giving yourself a once-over, “ I’m gonna go out tonight. A change of scenery instead of my bedroom walls.” Enjin’s eyes gave you a once-over, too, staring at the skin-tight outfit you chose and how you did up your hair this time. “ Plan on bringing someone home tonight? Cause you will with this outfit.”
“ I’m glad you think I look pretty.” You joked, standing up, and you saw how Enjin eyed your legs and ass that peeked out from your shorts via your mirror. You watched him walk farther into the room, baggy cream sweatpants low on his hips and a red tank that hugged his upper body. He was almost pressed against your back, nearly feeling him through the loose clothing. You tried not to think about the video he posted earlier that you found yourself watching. He had on the same outfit, but his tank was pushed up his chest, and his sweatpants pushed down as he stroked himself on camera. Enjin’s same tattooed hand that played with your hair was the same one wrapped around his base, and he came all over it with a low grunt. “ I’m serious. They’ll be all over you.”
“ When aren’t they?” You chuckled, but it was something that could easily burn you out. You know you carry yourself well, and it’s that confidence that makes people stare. That wasn’t the exact problem for you, though. You weren’t looking forward to the men who can’t take rejection. The men who feel like you cursed their bloodlines forever when you don’t give out your number. It was an instant vibe killer in your book. “ But I’m hoping for a good night. I want to have fun and just unwind.”
Enjin hummed as he pulled back from you to give space, “ Well, you can do that here. Toji and I were gonna order food. That was the real reason I was coming in here. We always got liquor and music at home too.” Enjin started to walk out of your bedroom before turning back, “ And technically, the living room isn’t your bedroom walls either.”
Enjin left you feeling confused, and suddenly canceling on your friend doesn’t sound too bad. You looked at the time, suddenly thinking of all the things that you might hate before going, and you're already texting your friend that something came up and you’ll have to reschedule.
You sighed as you walked to the living room, seeing the raven-haired roommate eyeing you from his spot on the couch. His legs spread wide, and you swore he did it on purpose as he looked away from the takeout menu. “ So are you really leaving us to go out tonight? You know if you want dick, I’ll give you some with no hassle.” You heard the teasing in his rough voice as you snatched the menu out of his hand.
“ Funny. But Enjin managed to convince me not to go and stay here with y'all.” You mentioned that while the blond was in the kitchen, grabbing some of the bottles of liquor they currently had. “ There’s a lot of cons, and mainly, men will try to touch all of up on me that I barely know.”
Toji and Enjin gave each other a look before Toji spoke again: “Glad you would rather have our company doll than some randoms.” He watched you roll your eyes as you sat down beside him, reaching for the remotes. “ Don’t let it get to your head now, so hurry up and order the food. I’m getting hungry.”
The night started going well with both of them at your side. The food that was ordered was delicious. Music was playing on Enjin’s phone and echoing in their living room. Even though Toji had some tv show playing in the background, you and Enjin argued over idiotic things after a few drinks. Toji only grew more amused as the questions grew more ridiculous. “ There’s no way riding feels better than backshots!”
You waved him off, “ It does feel better! If the woman feels good, then it’ll feel better for you tenfold!” Enjin waved you off, taking another drink of the liquor. “ Yeah? But any woman I’ve been with always feels good when she’s on her hands and knees.”
You resisted the urge to say ‘you know that well’, thinking back to other videos on his page, and the very few times you’ve been home while he ‘worked’.
You’ve watched the videos before with Enjin having women arched over and struggling to stay still while he fucked himself deeper than he needed to be. “ But clearly you haven’t had any woman who’s good at riding.” Your response came out in a giggle, forgetting how your body was almost stretching over the wide manspread of Toji sitting in the corner of the sectional, manicured nails pointing at Enjin. “ Hate to tell you Enjin, but you're missing out on some of the best sex you’ll ever have.”
Enjin narrowed his yellow eyes at you, “ So I’m assuming your pussy made some poor man crumble the second you sat on him?”
Toji chuckled as he sipped the beer he had, eyes staring at the curve of your back as you were still stretched over him, as he listened to your response. “ First off, they crumble when I just stare at them with clothes on. And secondly, yes, they do. If you have some good knees and hip mobility, men will be ready to cum in under 5 minutes. Right Toji?”
You weren’t thinking about your phrasing, as it almost implies you and Toji had sex before and made the man throw the white flag after 5 minutes. Toji humored it, waiting to see if you’ll catch yourself. “ I mean, I have enjoyed letting a woman ride me on her own. Even cuter when I know they can barely take me and I gotta help, right Doll?”
You felt the buzz of the alcohol warming up your cheeks as you heard his question, pulling yourself back onto the couch and off of him. “ Something like that.” Your answer was jumbled, and you ended up sucking your teeth when Toji pinched your face for a quick second.
“ Don’t get flustered now. You started this, and I was still agreeing with you. But, of course, I see where Enjin is coming from, too.” Toji smirks at you before looking at Enjin. “ She does know what she’s talking about:”
Toji mistakes your flustered reaction not from the conversations but from the other videos you’ve watched of Toji teasing some poor woman who struggles to take his thick length before bullying himself inside until he bottoms out. It always looked like a stretch, you thought, and that thought made you remember that you weren’t inside your room again.
Enjin hummed as he leaned back in his seat. “ Guess I have to find a pretty lady to do that for me in a new video. I did have a few asking for a collab, but who knows.” You and Toji shared a laugh as Enjin suddenly looked distraught over it.
“ It can’t be that hard a task for you. You don’t seem to struggle bringing women back here.” You quipped, reaching back to the wings on the table.
“ Are you still in that stupid ass funk again?” Toji asked, and he saw you squint your eyes at him as you chewed. “ Enjin feels like he hasn’t been enjoying his…’content.’ He says his views aren’t the same or some bullshit.” Toji clarified when Enjin was hot on his tail.
“ And they aren’t! Something feels stale about them, and I can’t pinpoint it.” Enjin grumbled over, and you put the leftovers of your food down before wiping your mouth with a napkin. Maybe you were a bit bolder from the liquor tonight and the conversation already. “ Lemme see.”
Enjin and Toji both raised an eyebrow at you, amusement and slight shock from such a short sentence. “ You're joking with me, right?” Enjin asked, swearing he heard you wrong.
“ Your audience is women, right? I can give you pointers from the female gaze.” You shrugged before Enjin moved over to sit beside you, now having you in the middle as he went to his page.
“ If you mean it, then here.” He hands you his phone, seeing the familiar banner as you decide to have fun with your ‘ white lie.’ Toji watched as Enjin leaned closer, and he saw you scroll with an almost unreadable face. First, from the one he took this morning, where he bucked his hips into his tattooed hand. Next was one where it was like a short compilation from a longer video of him with this brunette, whom he’d picked up at some point to fuck her standing up.
You kept looking over videos that you have already watched and touched yourself to before with your roommate silently waiting for your response. “ So what do you think is off?”
“ Well, I don’t think you have to do anything crazy because your views are still good. Maybe you're getting bored with the style and need a palette cleaner.” You responded, and his brows furrowed. “ What’s that supposed to mean?”
“ Well, everything looks really high quality, and it’s at a company production level. Which isn’t bad, but try something more candid.” You looked at Toji as you kept on explaining. “ You know, like how people make sex tapes and post them. It feels more intimate and candid. Ambiance lighting in the background or just the flash of your phone.”
Toji hummed as he listened to you explain. “ Ya know? She’s two for two tonight with her debates. That could be a different angle for you to try. If she didn’t, amateur videos wouldn’t be a popular category still.” Enjin looked between his phone screen and you as he thought it over. “ I mean, I’ll try anything at this point if you really think it would work.” Enjin had taken his phone back, staring at his screen when the words slipped from your lips. Quicker than your brain could stop you from saying what you were gonna say next.
“ It will work. I know I’ll watch it when you post it.”
A very quick silence followed, aside from the music in the background and the tv idly playing whatever show. Suddenly, Enjin is leaning close to your right side even more, and his phone is long forgotten. “ Repeat that for me?”
“ Repeat what?” You responded quickly as you grabbed your drink, but Toji snatched the cup before you could.
“ Don’t play dumb now. You said you’ll ‘watch it’ when it’s posted. You saw his stuff before tonight?” Toji asked, suddenly more entertained in the conversation as you tried to deflect.
“ I think you misheard me.” You still tried to salvage your small slip-up, despite how badly you were failing. A whistle directed your head to turn, only noticing much later that Enjin had your phone. While using your face to unlock it, Enjin was fast enough to dodge your grab, cursing him out as he searched through your phone like a strict parent.
The blonde ignored your failing attempts to stop him as he soon found your page, searched through the following, and typed his name in. You were already screwed when you realized you never switched out of your side account. “ Liar! You follow me on here, and this isn’t even your usual account.” Enjin muttered before hearing Toji behind him, “ See if she follows me too.”
You watched him erase his user and start typing Toji’s. “Yup, you're here too.” Enjin grinned, finally letting you snatch the phone back from him. “ Sneaky girl. How long have you been watching our content?”
You sat back on the couch, arms folded as you tried not answer, embarrassment creeping up your chest. “ I don't have to answer that. This is already embarrassing enough.”
Toji’s arm landed around your shoulder, leaning forward with that lopsided smirk he wears when he wants to tease, “ I find it rather cute. You’ve been watching our content under our noses, yet being so normal when we’re in front of you.”
You almost tried to throw his arm off, but Toji’s arms were an immovable force [something you knew too well], instead pulling you back to lean against him on the couch. “ What am I supposed to do? Fangirl? I didn’t even realize you two would be my roommates until after I toured the place and signed. Never even knew we lived in the same city, too!”
It’s true. You were just in a tight money situation with no one to really rely on for help. So when you downsized and started looking for places to share with a roommate or two, this one was priced well and in a good area. You had to stop yourself from staring when Enjin opened that door to greet you. Toji wasn’t home then, but you found out on move-in day that he lived there too when he helped you with some boxes. You had already signed a lease, so you couldn’t just leave. So, fast-forwarding to now, you don’t know why you are so embarrassed about it. Maybe it’s just your pride.
“ So you’ve been acting like you don’t wanna be one of the girls in our videos since you moved in here?” Toji’s voice was by your ear, and you could smell the lingering scent of beer from his scarred lips before letting you move away from him. “ I don’t wanna be like anyone else. I’m me. I’m just a fan of both of your works. That’s it, that's all.” You explained, reaching for your drink because suddenly you feel too sober for this.
Enjin and Toji gave each other another glance as Enjin sat back beside you, and suddenly, you're very conscious of how close the two of them were. It doesn’t make sense. In any other situation like this, your fight-or-flight kicks in, and you curse out the men who got too close. Now, it feels like you're still in your bedroom, dreaming about the two big problems plaguing your mind. You were so focused on drinking down the alcohol that your ears nearly ignored what Enjin said next.
“ So would you like to be the pretty lady in my video?”
Your head swivels to the right, giving the blonde a wide-eyed stare like a deer caught in headlights. “ You don’t mean that.” You poked at his chest, and he just grabbed your hand, firm but gentle all at once. “ I’ll keep your face out of it and all. Promise.” Enjin gave you that smile, one that holds promises of anything but sweetness.
“ Hey now, don’t get greedy,” Toji barked from the corner, sitting up, “ You aren’t the only one who wanted a taste.” The raven-haired man chuckled at how he turned to look at him as he kept on. “ You thought I wasn’t eyeing you, too? It was hard trying to stay cordial when you walk around looking like this, Doll.” His eyes dragged over your outfit again, letting his stare linger even more
Enjin never released your hand, feeling his lips kiss on your wrist, and he had your attention. “ We could even do it tonight. You can’t tell me that you haven’t thought about it before. This should be your dream come true.”
It feels more dreamlike than it should be, feeling one of Toji’s hands on you, rubbing patterns on your warm skin as you really thought about it. Having sex with them wasn’t the problem. It was actually recording something that he’ll be posting later for millions of others. That was part you weren't mentally prepared for. “...Will you really keep my face out of it?”
Enjin nodded, still placing those kisses on your wrist and palm while staring at you. “ We can stop at whatever point you want us to. Promise you won’t regret it.” You could now feel Toji moving behind you as Enjin kissed further up your arm. Your thighs pressed together when you felt a hand tentatively touch your exposed thigh, head nodding, but Enjin tsked.
“ C'mon on now, Baby. You know you gotta use your words.” Enjin leaned forward, almost waiting to hear it as he watched you shift again. “ …Yes.”
Toji had beaten Enjin to it, using his hand to grab your chin and turn your head his way. You felt his lips on yours before your brain could react properly. Your lips soon moved along with his as you heard Enjin get up and move somewhere that you couldn’t find yourself to care about. Especially when Toji was pressing his tongue inside after biting your lip, your thighs squeezing together when you felt a hand slip between your chest, and fanning out just by your lower belly. You could feel his smirk against your lips as you heard Enjin come back, “ I asked her, and you're gonna kiss her first? Not cool, dude.” Enjin placed the tripod down nearby, just above the height of the couch cushions.
You could finally breathe a bit when Toji pulled his lips away from you, seeing how it feels to be on the receiving end of that piercing green-eyed stare. You were trying to catch your breath when you felt Enjin yank down your shorts as you finally noticed the tripod with his phone. But it wasn’t focused anywhere near your face. It was right by your hips as Enjin grinned towards the camera as he first kissed your clit through your panties and noticed the small wet spot through the cotton. “ Hold her legs for me.”
Toji rolled his eyes even as he wrapped those thick arms around your legs, keeping you spread open and leaving your view below clear. You could feel the shaved sides of his undercut against your thighs as you heard him place kisses along your inner thighs and your covered mound. Nothing about the chaste, wet skins and patches appearing after every kiss until his tongue pushed your panties to the side and missed the inhale Enjin gave at the sight.
With Enjin’s line of work, he’s seen his fair share of women in the most intimate settings. But the camera clearly caught how his eyes flicked from your twitchy clit to the puffy lips that nearly covered your entrance, which was already leaking from the intensity of Toji’s kiss and just the excitement of the night. So when he dragged his tongue over it, he hummed with approval at the twitch your hips gave. “ Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this.”
You couldn’t even question it before his mouth covered your pussy, legs flexing in Toji’s hold as Enjin was meticulous on how he wanted to taste you. Tongue gliding up and down as Toji’s mouth made its way to the side of your neck and by your ear. You were already trying your hardest not to pant or moan too loudly, suddenly too conscious of the phone, and Toji noticed.
“ Don’t get all shy on us now.” He placed kisses around the skin near your ear. “They can’t see your face anyway, so unwind.” Toji’s teeth even tug at your ear at the same time Enjin sucks your clit, making you let out a sound you weren’t used to hearing from yourself. His fingers spread you open to get to more of you, leaving no place untouched. His nose bumped against your clit when his tongue pressed inside, groaning at your taste. He couldn’t pinpoint the flavor, but it was something he needed more of. “ Cmon, let him know how it feels.” Toji teased you as he watched your weak attempts to stop from rolling your hips up.
“ His tongue is really deep.” You could barely mutter as he pulled his tongue out, spit, and your cream connecting the two as his hand moved to press two fingers slowly into your pussy. His dick twitched against the couch when he felt you clamp down on his thick fingers. “ She’s really tight, or maybe my fingers are just too big for her.” Enjin grinned as his mouth went back to your clit as he slowly pressed his fingers back and forth into you.
Toji’s hand moved from your leg to pull at the strings of your top, feeling it loosen before he simply pulled out all the strings from the laced-up top. The second the string was pulled, your top fell to the side, and now, leaving you completely bare as his hands teased your nipples and your back bended against his body. “ You sound all cute, Doll. What other sounds do you make?” Toji’s thumb rolled in tight circles against your nipples, grinning as he felt it harden from his ministrations, making sure to do the same to the other.
Your lip tugged between your teeth, not used to the feeling of two pairs of hands on you at once. Yes, you may have dreamed about both of their hands on your body, but actually experiencing it is different. Enjin’s hand started to move faster as he continued to make out with your clit, spit and slick covering his chin in a way that flashed on the camera. The sticky sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy was a melody Enjin wanted to hear more of, but he also wanted to hear you. His mouth finally detached from your now swollen clit, leaning up as his fingers kept going. “ Stop being stingy and moan for me. Too late to play hard to get when your pussy sounds like this.” Enjin talked with a shiny chin like a badge of honor.
Just as you tried to talk, his fingers curved as his other hand pressed on your stomach, forcing out a squeal as your head hit Toji’s shoulder. “ There! P-please…” Your voice broke out shaky, hearing them both laugh at you. “ And she has manners too.” Enjin teased, keeping the same motion as Toji had to hold your legs again from closing on Enjin’s hand. “ I know what I’m doing, baby. So stop holding on.”
It just felt so intense already, and he only touched you with his hands and mouth. Your pussy did nothing but cover his fingers in cream at this point, making him want to lick it again, but he won’t. He’ll do it later since your hips wouldn’t stop bucking and your moans started to come more freely. “ She’s close. She won’t stop moving.” Toji nipped at your throat, and your arms reached to hold yourself down by latching nails into his arms. You were thankful for the mass that was his body to keep you still cause you probably would have run from this feeling. Your pussy wouldn’t stop twisting and pulsing with the thrusts of his fingers, a feeling so nuanced that you swore you wouldn’t survive the sex. But Enjin made sure of it, grinning from ear to ear when clear liquid sprayed from your folds and his wrist, hearing Toji whistle at the squirt that covered his friend.
You didn’t even know you could do that.
“ That’s my girl.” Enjin praised, leaning back down to lap at your pussy, and you bucked before showing the camera his soaked fingers and wrists before putting them in his mouth. He fought to not let his eyes roll to the back of his head when he did as he licked them clean while Toji released your legs and manhandled your body onto the couch. Your hands grabbed the back of the couch as Toji pressed into your lower back to arch. Your body twitched for a second as you felt another lick at your sensitive hole, “ Needed a taste for myself. ” Toji mumbled before pressing his whole tongue into your leaking core, grinning at how your hips pressed back into him.
Enjin grabbed the tripod, shifting the phone to catch the way your hips pressed back against Toji’s mouth, your ass bouncing against his face as he shook his head back and forth. One hand grabbed your hips to press you closer while the other pulled down his sweatpants and boxers in one go, stroking himself as he lapped at your soaked pussy. “ That’s what I like to see.” Toji's praise was muffled as you kept riding his tongue before he stood up. You twitched as you felt him rub his tip up and down your slit, coating him with each pass as you swore you grew lightheaded. You always dreamed about this, but feeling his fat tip split you open and feed inch after inch into you? Maybe your dreams were truly a delusion.
You whined as Toji stopped halfway, rubbing your hips as he tsked, “ Don’t do that. You wanted us both, right?” Toji propped one of his legs up on the couch as he pulled your hips flush against his, body bending at the stretch he made your poor pussy take. You're not even sure how those women dealt with it! “ So be a big girl and take my dick like you suppose to.” Hips pulling out to see he’s already coated in your cream before slamming back in and hearing you squeal.
Enjin was stroking his own length, watching how Toji gave you no chance to run away from how his dick bullied into your poor pussy. Being on the receiving end of his bullying was hypnotic, hips slowly fucking back onto him, earning a grunt and a harsh smack to your ass. “ That’s what I thought. Keep it up. ” Toji’s hand went to your hair, grabbing a fistful to pull you back into him even more as you cried out. Your walls squeezed him so tightly that he almost couldn’t pull out, enjoying how your insides spasmed around him. He used his hand to spread you apart, showing the camera how deep you took him, an impressive feat in Toji’s head since not everyone could, no matter how much bullying he does.
Your mouth was open as drool slowly pulled out, body falling into the cushions as Toji’s hips slammed into your harder. The skin-smacking sound was louder than the music left playing in the background, with your moans following each slam of his hips. A strong force from a man who’s been wanting to make you take his dick just like this for too long. And knowing you could take almost all of him made him want this to be more than a one-time thing. “ Tojiᝰ.ᐟ You're gonna make me cum againᝰ.ᐟ ” You jumbled out as he tilted your head up to make you kiss him again, feeling him grind his hips as you melt into him. Toji truly was a dangerous man.
“ Such a greedy girl. “ Enjin commented as his hand reached to rub your clit between your legs, and Toji groaned out when he felt your pussy cum around him at the sudden touch. Toji’s hips were not slowing down, and neither was Enjin's hand. The blonde stopped when Toji released your lips and pulled out of you, watching your body jerk in aftershocks as Enjin offered you some water, “ Wanna keep going?” You sipped some of the water down, sighing before responding, “ Yeah, we can.” Your voice didn’t even sound like you as you watched Enjin sit in the same corner Toji had been seated in. “Then come show me your expert riding skills.” Enjin tapped his thighs, dick standing at attention as you slowly crawled over to him. You shook off your top, giving Enjin a nice view of your naked body, before you held him at the base to angle him.
You slipped down on him slowly, hearing Enjin’s breath hitch as you fully sat on him. Your hands went over to his shoulder before your knees came up, and you stood on your toes. You first raised your hips, keeping just the tip in before slamming back down with a moan. You started a rhythm, keeping it slow but clamping down on him every time you raised your hips. It made it even better that he curved right into the same spots his fingers touched, making you bounce faster as Enjin spread his legs further apart for you.
“ Shit…Her pussy is squeezing me just like my fingers.” Enjin’s head tilted back as his arms rested on the back of the couch, and Toji pulled back to record the angle. A silhouette of your back, small peeks of Enjin beneath you as your ass bounced against his thighs, as you made sure to coat Enjin in the same cream as Toji. But Enjin was hating to admit that your pussy was really giving him a run for his money. He couldn’t hold back the groans and curses as he felt you get wetter and drown him in your pussy. Then your tongue boldened all of a sudden as it traced the tattoo ink of his neck, and his fingers flexed just a bit. Toji snickered at the man as his hands went to your hips to slam you down harder onto his lap. “ Don’t tell me you're gonna let her take you out so early.”
Enjin was trying not to cum fast, but shit, you knew exactly what you were doing. The way your hips rolled down on him made him become putty in your hands, and you knew it. “ Just like you said, Enjin. My pussy can make a poor man crumble.” You grinned before kissing just behind his ear, and the camera caught his hips stuttering.
“Fucking hell.” Enjin’s voice was rough as he put a bend in his knees before thrusting up into you, catching you by surprise. “ I’m not gonna let you keep talking to me like that now.” You felt everything as he slammed you into his frenzied hips as you held onto him, moaning and crying out his name so pretty. He felt how your nails slightly dug into his arms as another orgasm ripped through you, unable to communicate, but Toji cussed at the sudden splash of wetness that dripped out of you. It made Toji twitch again before tapping Enjin for them to switch positions again.
Your body was putty for them as your head dangled off the couch partially, and your shaky legs were placed on Toji’s shoulders. “ Since you wanted to run your mouth.” Enjin tapped his sticky tip on your lips as you opened, feeling him slip down your throat the same time Toji slid back into your pussy, almost making you gag. You watched Enjin’s hand hold your throat, feeling him slip in and out as Toji kept your legs pried open for the slam of his hips. Your body was so sensitive, and yet, you tried to lick around Enjin’s length as he moved back and forth. All the while choking Toji in a vice-like grip that makes his blunt nails dig into your thighs. The camera held above to capture you between them, both spasming from the previous orgasms, yet pulling some sounds from the two that made you moan.
Toji’s thumb rubbed your clit, making you gag on Enjin and making his hips stutter, “ Shit baby, you're really taking us so good.” Enjin gave your throat a light squeeze, and Toji swore your pussy fluttered at the action. He took his dick out of your mouth, your moans raw and pathetic. Your arms wrapped around Toji’s neck as he pounded you into the couch like he hated your guts, despite currently being in them. He even pulled your head back, Enjin still angling your face out of frame as he told you to open, and your jaw went slack. The camera caught the spit fall past his lips before chasing it to kiss you, making your legs attempt to wrap around him to keep him close. “ How cute. Slutty girl is trying to keep you inside of her.” You moaned at the comment, yet it was true. You didn’t care which one of them fucked you at this point; it was the kind of sex that drove a woman mad, and it would be all their fault. How were you supposed to act sane when your roommate is having his dick kiss your cervix?
Toji let go of your lips, grinning at the fucked out expression that was just for the two to see. And truthfully, he likes it that way. If he knew your pussy was like this, he would have stopped the few occasions you brought a man back to your room. They didn’t deserve something this sweet. His mouth marked your skin as Enjin showed the way your nails had slightly marked Toji’s back with your nails. You babbled out his name in a way that made him want to do something devious, wanting to drive you crazy. Toji moved your legs and flipped you, spitting right onto your pussy as a finger dragged the wetness up, and you jumped at the sudden touch.
The smirk on Toji’s scarred lips was big as your pussy spasmed when he pressed his thumb inside of your ass. Your pussy instantly dripped around him as he kept thrusting, as Enjin brought your mouth to him. The view from the camera was sinfully wicked. You back arched as Toji stuffed both your holes from the back while Enjin quickly started fucking your face. Your gagging only made him groan more, making him remember how close he was beforehand. But Toji wasn’t that far behind either, panting out as he tried not to cum inside of you. You never said he could, but it felt like a crime to even consider pulling out of you now. “ Tell me where you want it,” Toji asked, yet it sounded like a demand, Enjin letting your head pop off of him, hand replacing the pace, and Enjin’s knees almost bucked.
“ Give it to me.” Your hips slammed back against him once again, before you kept going, forgetting about the phone, “ I want you two to cum inside me at the same time.” Your eyes first peered up at Enjin before looking back at Toji, and they both lost it.
Enjin guided your throat back around him, fucking your face with little to no remorse as Toji goes to feel you cum around his dick again. “ So greedy. Got all three of your holes filled up and craved for even more.” Toji’s hips slammed harder, making you gag again as your hands tried to push him away, and he smacked them away. “ Didn’t I say you were gonna take me like a big girl? You can hold on for a bit longer.” You tried to shake your head, but it’s hard while you were sucking down on Enjin, slurping and licking any part as you busied your hands fondling his balls, as his painted nails wrapped in your hair tighter.
Your pussy just leaked nonstop by this point, squelching and creaming whenever he bullies your inside, and Toji was slowly losing it. The camera flash showed the layer of sweat over his body as his brows were furrowed together, focused on your tight heat as he threw his head back, hip slamming down as he bottomed out, pumping cum deep into your pussy that your eyes rolled upside your head. Enjin kept a firm grip on your hair as he pulled out, stroking his length with his other hand as you stuck out your tongue. Cum splattering along your mouth, chin, and parts of your face. You licked what you could as Toji reached for the phone after pulling out his thumb, giving the camera a close-up view of him pulling out of you. He spread your cheeks apart to show the way his thick cum slipped out of your swollen folds.
All while Enjin watched you lick your lips before swallowing down everything on your tongue, and he rewarded you with a kiss so nasty that your pussy clenched around nothing. Toji stopped the video as he rubbed your lower back and hips. “ Might have to listen to you more often, Doll. That was hot.” Your giggle came out weak as you tried to sit up and fail, eyes glossed over and body buzzing from it all.
“ We might have subbed her out a bit,” Enjin says, the distant look in your gaze evident as another touch of their hands made you whine. “ Drove her over the edge with all those orgasms.” Toji helped sit you up, feeling you lean into his body as his arms rubbed over you, bringing you back to earth as your head was in the clouds. It was a feeling like no other, and leave it to the two sex fiends to do it to you.
You curled into Toji as you felt your body come back. You swallowed the spit in your throat to speak, “ I deserve reparations for the treatment.” Your voice was scratchy from Enjin’s thrust and they both laughed at you again.
“ Why? Did you hate it?” Enjin asked, kissing your forehead as you melted even more. “ No. It’s for ruining my pussy with your dicks. I never came that much in my life. And I was crazy enough to let you cum in me.”
“ I’ll buy you a Plan B if you want me to.” Toji asked, but his green eyes lingered between your legs, “ But I think you’d give me a pretty baby.”
“ Yeah, I shouldn’t have let you fuck cause now you're already plotting to knock me up.” You smacked his arm, and the night went smoothly after this.
Toji and Enjin both cleaned you up before putting you in your bed. It was amusing watching them banter back as they cleaned off your body from all the sinful play you indulged in for once. You almost didn’t want the night to end, or you’ll think it was all a dream once the morning comes around.
But that was hard when the very next day, Enjin and Toji were more touchy than usual, despite acting like you all were still friends. Like it’s natural for Toji to grip a handful of your ass when you're heading out for work when he catches you, kissing you quickly before leaving, and now, you're standing there confused with wet panties. Or having Enjin pulling you onto his lap while you're watching something in the living room, all while his hands grope and touch you casually.
And it really wasn’t a dream when you got the notification of a dual update on both of their pages, seeing your pussy glistening in the camera flash as Enjin ate you out. The caption makes your cheeks burn as you try to ignore hearing your moans playing from your speaker.
‘ She got me a little addicted. ’
The views and comments went crazy, asking who the model was since he didn’t tag anyone like he usually does for collabs. It made it more interesting when Toji did the same thing, posting a clip of fucking you from behind with the caption. ‘ Love when good sluts can take all of me.’
Your panties grew wetter when you watched your own ass ricochet against his hips to take him deeper and see just how wet you were that night. It was a wild experience, and seeing everyone so interested in who you were made it all the crazier.
Maybe they did ruin you that night cause here you are, knocking on Enjin’s bedroom door, and he answers. His shirt was nowhere to be found, and the swirls of his tattoo drew your attention before you looked up at him with this doe-eyed expression. He could already tell what you wanted, dick twitching in his pants already when you dragged his hand between your legs, feeling how beneath your oversized shirt it was nothing. He felt the heat and wetness of your pussy and wasted no time dragging you into his room.
Maybe you should be grateful now. You could go around and ignore the rest of the greedy men who wanted your body, knowing they won’t amount to the same level of pleasure your roommates could give you, and still treat you with all the respect in the world. Well, respectful until you're face down in their beds as they fucked you to oblivion. Cause once they slip back into your addicting pussy, all respect is tossed out the window.
But that was a sacrifice you and your pussy were willing to take.
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The orange dunes of the desert whipped around the area, small winds picking up on the drive back home. You glanced out the window, seeing the dark clouds cover up the clear, polluted skies as you heard a huff beside you. “ Sorry, sweetheart. Looks like I’m not taking you back home as soon as you wanted.” You turned and watched the man pick up speed, seeing a few rock formations that could give you two cover.
“ It’s not like we knew a storm was coming.” You huffed, slouching into the passenger seat as you watched the blonde slow down once he got to the formation, just in time as there was the familiar sound of trash falling down from the skies.
You looked through the glass windows as Enjin turned off the car. You heard him recline back in his seat, reaching around until you heard his lighter flick. Your head turned to eye his profile while his long fingers held his cigarette, the tip engulfed in an orange glow with his inhale.
It made your eyes trail to the tattoos adorning his neck and collarbone as he inhaled again. Enjin’s eyes were closed, yet he felt your gaze on him. He could always feel it, no matter how far he was. It was an unmistakable feeling that made him grin as he exhaled, “ Did you find something interesting while we’re stuck here?” His tone had that playful edge, like he’s ready to ping pong off of whatever you say.
You couldn’t contain your grin, an idea that popped in your head a while ago, but never had the proper timing to try it out. “ Remember when we said we couldn’t wait to have the car to ourselves?” You leaned over the console as he was about to take another drag of his cigarette when he glanced at you. You watched the question rack his brain before his eyes widened for a second, before breaking out into that lopsided grin. “ I love the way you think.”
The compliment was quickly followed up by a quick, yet cramped crawl into the backseat, not wanting to risk inhaling the arm during the storm. You straddled yourself in his lap, all the while his lips found your neck and his hands slid from your thighs to your waist. You helped ease off his jacket as your hips grind down into his lap, earning a sharp inhale and firmer grip. You repeated the motion as you guided him back to your mouth, all while he helped you roll your hips into his growing erection.
You both were a little handsy since you didn’t get any time at the Cleaners HQ. Everyone was lively and happy to see you again, even introducing you to a new cleaner named Rudo. While you couldn’t complain when spending time with everyone, the one you wanted to spend time with most was gone somewhere doing a mission. By the time you were ready to leave, he offered to drive you back. The sudden storm is what put you two in your predicament now. But it gave you two the perfect alone time after missing his last visit to Canvas Town.
Enjin nipped at your lips, feeling them part for him as he deepened the kiss. Your need is too strong to care about the aftertaste of the cigarette as a hand went to knead your chest, enjoying the weight in his palms and your soft whine. “ So needy already.” He teased again, making way back to the spot on your neck that breaks you so easily. His other hand was undoing your pants as his fingers teased the waistband of your panties. It’s almost pathetic how fast you fall for the blonde’s touch. “Does she feel the same way? ”
One tap to your hip and you're hovering over his lap. It took some maneuvering, but you got out of your pants before going back to his lap. Enjin’s fingers dipped down, watching your face as he rubbed slow, tight circles to your clit. He felt the way you twitched beneath his fingers and gripped his shoulders. “ I guess I was right.” Enjin grins, dipping his fingers lower and sucked in a breath at the wetness that greeted his fingertips. Your head was leaning against his shoulder, feeling so small in his arms as two fingers teased your entrance and his thumb nudged your puffy clit.
Your lips went to the tattoos on his neck, kissing and nipping the ink when he pressed two fingers inside of you, stretching you slowly, and you shuddered. Enjin twitched in his pants, feeling how you squeezed his fingers every time his fingers thrust in and out of you. Almost giving him resistance as he pulled out, before sucking him back in greedily like you never wanted his fingers to leave.
Enjin just listened to your soft moans, feeling you coat his fingers all the way down to his knuckles. You were soaking him and still couldn’t help but grind down on his fingers. “ Enjin~ deeper~” You whined against his skin, feeling his arm move into a better position to fuck his fingers back up into you.
A sticky sound comes from between you, making your grip on his shoulders tighten. “ Is this deep enough for ya?” Enjin asks, though he expects no response, as he stares at the wetness that starts to stick to his palm the faster he goes. “ Nah, it’s probably not. It’s been a while since we had some time for ourselves, hasn’t it?” He chuckled as he leaned back near your neck, his voice making you shudder. “ I missed you both.”
You felt your body arch into him, hips desperate to chase that feeling you haven’t felt in who knows how many months. Even when you touched yourself on lonely nights, your fingers weren’t his. Enjin could practically taste your eagerness, but not yet. He doesn’t want you falling apart like this. So when Enjin pulled his fingers out of you when you were a few strokes from cumming, your pout was on full display. “ No!~”
Enjin chuckled, pulling his fingers out of you with a look as he undid his pants with the other. “ Sorry, baby. I need you cumming on something other than my fingers since it’s been so long. It would be a waste.” He let out a sigh once his dick was free, curving against his abdomen as you were already moving to hover back over him. He almost wanted to tease you for your impatience, keeping you steady as you positioned him.
The sink was slow and deliberate. As much as you missed the blonde’s third leg, the stretch always got you both. Your arms wrapped around his neck, feeling the small rubs he gave to your back when you felt his thighs against yours, and let out a shaky breath as you had to fight not to cum just from this. But your orgasm from before you could practically taste. Your hips are moving on their own, rising up before slamming back down and feeling yourself get full again.
You could feel him watching you, seeing your body do all the work to get back that same feeling he so abruptly stopped. His hands stayed at your waist, feeling on your curves as small moans spilled from your lips against his shoulder. “ Cmon let me see your face. Don’t get shy on me now. ” Enjin felt you loosen your grip, leaning back just a bit so Enjin could enjoy the view for himself. From his eyes glancing down at where you're connected, seeing the same wetness that covered his fingers cover his length each time you bottomed back out. To flicking up to the way your chest bounced beneath your shirt with your movements, and finally looking back up at your face. Eyebrows knitted together, lip tucked between your teeth like you're trying your hardest to get that feeling back. It was cute seeing you try to use him without asking for help.
But you and Enjin have been messing with each other for too long to know that wouldn’t work.
So Enjin simply spread his legs and eased his hips off the seat, grinning when he heard the moan leave your lips at the new angle. “ I think you need a little help.” Enjin grits out when you first squeeze down on him. “ Looks like you aren’t enjoying yourself, and that’s bad for my reputation.
He’s such a corny asshole, but your brain couldn’t even find the words to respond when his dick was curving into you the way you needed. Even as you tried to match his pace, you heard that skin-slapping sound that nearly blocked out the sounds of the storms outside the car. “ Fuckᝰ.ᐟ” You wish you could have said more, but Enjin’s thrusts were so deep. You weren’t expecting to feel him this deeply so suddenly after both of you being busy. But your orgasm came rushing back at the pace you were going. “ Enjin..right there…pleaseᝰ.ᐟ”
“ Gonna cum for me so soon already? We just got started.” Enjin teased, trailing his hand up your body and going straight for your throat. Your hand reached to grab at his forearm, not to stop him, but to ground yourself. You couldn’t even keep up with the man as he drove you over the edge, orgasm crashing down on you as his hips drove into you like he was proving a point. Only a choked-out whine left your throat, thighs spasming as Enjin fucked you through your release. He wishes he were as talented as you are at painting, so he could paint the expression that only he can make.
By the time Enjin stopped his thrusts, your brain was still a jumbled mess as he tugged you back to lying on the seats. You felt your feet graze the roof of the car, looking up to see Enjin between your legs and still deep inside. He gave a small roll of his hips and saw your thighs shake and try to close. But his hands pushed them apart, starting up a pace while his hand went to circle your clit again. “ We gotta make this one worthwhile since it’s been too long.” He looked down at you, seeing your body folded between him and the seats.
Your hand went to his chest, trying to put distance, but your arms had no strength against his body. Molding you like clay into the perfect position to take him just like he wanted. It felt like your knees were getting closer to your chest, and seeing the way his dick disappeared inside was driving you mad. His fingers never stop teasing your clit, making you struggle from trying to run or bucking into it.
Even if Enjin wanted to stop, he didn't think he could. Not when you were dripping around him more than usual. He knows he’ll get cursed out by a few of his fellow cleaners if he leaves whatever mess y'all made. But that’s something Future Enjin had to worry about. The only thing he cares about right now is making you go crazy as he splits you open. “ Too muc—“ You tried mumbling, but the hand that toyed with your clit came back to your throat.
The way Enjin looked down at you felt like nothing short of amusement, despite hearing the low grunts he let slip past his lips. His eyes watched every little detail about your face as you struggled to keep up with the increasing pace of his hips. “ Wish you could see how pretty you look, Baby. Your face almost makes me wanna paint a picture.”
Your pussy was noisy, sticky-sounding smacks as your feet almost knocked into the window. You didn’t even think you could bend this much, but leave it to Enjin to test your flexibility now. Your mind was going to go blank. Enjin wasn’t a walk in the park when you two had sex, but this felt different. Maybe it’s how you two didn’t have to worry about being too loud or sneaking away to random spots for some sort of privacy.
You can’t even remember the last time you were this loud. Neither can Enjin. So it makes sense when he’s rolling his hips deeper into you, feeling you get close again without giving you any sort of break. Even as his hand loosened on your throat, you still choked on any moans you made when he leaned in to kiss you. Your hands were wrapping around his neck, feeling your thighs and lower back ache from the position, but you were too busy chasing your release again. “ It’s just us out here. Relax and let loose for me again.” The words were hushed and rough around the edges, etched in hunger that only made your body and mind go stupid. Sound stolen from you as another orgasm washed over you, and he swore you never looked prettier than you did right now.
“ A little more, sweetheart. I’m not finished with you just yet.” Enjin says, already moving your body and feeling how it becomes pliable in his grasp. Your chest pressed into something cool, the center console distracting you from the smoldering heat inside the car. Your legs wouldn’t stop shaking, even as he pressed himself back inside you from behind. “ She’s loving me more than usual.” His hand pressed into the back of your neck, your face pressed against the leather as his hips rolled deep into you. No matter how much you tried to inch away, Enjin kept his grip on you firm, listening to all the jumbled words that came from your lips.
“ Fuckᝰ.ᐟ Your--” Speaking was so hard, all of your thoughts mushed together, and Enjin was enjoying your muddled thoughts caused by him. “ Use your words, baby. What am I doing right now?”
You couldn’t even hear the smirk on his lips, too far gone to care about his teasing. “ I..I can feel it.” It came out in a whine, and Enjin leaned over your body, still holding you in place as his hips barely stopped. “ Feel what? You can feel me?...” Enjin’s mouth was by your ear, his hand snaking under your body and feeling exactly where his thrusts were. “ Here? ” Your head shook fast, almost sobbing at the way your body was losing control.
Your hips tried to press back into, a clapping sound mixed with the wetness that was clinging to the both of you. Enjin’s groans and low grunts only made you want to go harder. “ Just like that. Don’t stop moving your hips with me.” There was an edge to his voice, like Enjin wasn’t gonna keep it together for but much longer. It makes your brain too muddy; too foggy. Words leaving your drunken lips before your brain could stop you. “ Just like that, please~ᥫ᭡ It feels too good~” Your hips had kept slamming back into him, drool slipping from your lips, and eyes rolling into your skull. “ Just today…iniside~ᥫ᭡”
Enjin’s hips stuttered for a second, lifting your head up with the same hand that kept you planted to the console, “ Gotta say it louder. I can’t hear you~” Enjin isn’t even that fond of all the cutesy shit, but the way you babbled on with such a distant yet hungry look in your eyes even as they rolled back? He just loved it too much! His hips slowed just a bit, strokes deeper, and he felt the way you creamed around him. “ I want it inside today~” You tried to look up at him, hand reaching to hold onto the seats as your hips bounced against his. Enjin wishes he could have stood up to enjoy the full recoil of your ass bouncing against him, but that’s for another time.
“ You sure? The last few times you said I couldn’t. ” Enjin teases, despite how badly his dick twitched inside of you. Enjin doesn’t get the chance to cum inside of you often, usually too messy and risky for clean-ups, especially at the Cleaner HQ. But during the middle of a trash storm with nothing but them and the polluted world outside of the car, Enjin felt like he had found a small piece of heaven right there between your legs.
“ Enjin, I don't care!” The sob was loud, overstimulation and need fueling your tantrum. “ I wanna feel you in the same place I feel it in my tummyᝰ.ᐟ ” You gave him one look from your shoulder, eyes teary, yet the squeeze around his length could have made him buckle alone. “ Since you asked so nicely.” Enjin kept his body hovering over you as both hands gripped your hips tightly, “ Let me use you real quick.” He pulled out until it was just the tip before slamming back in, and you cried. Stuck between the car and his chest, you were a wreck. Broken moans and sobs as your pussy cried right along with you, pulsing and dripping around Enjin as it sounded like he grew louder with you. “ Shit, baby...just like that.” It didn’t even take him too long; three more strokes and you felt his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close as you felt the warmth filling in the same spot as before. Full of him and of the cum he pushed so deep that you still let out little whines at the feeling.
The windows were fogged. There was a lingering scent filling both of your noses. Breathing steadied on its own until Enjin realized that you actually dozed off on the console. “ Maybe I overdid it just a little bit,” Enjin mumbled before slowly moving both of your bodies back in the seat, reaching back for one of the spare blankets in the back. Even though he gave you a few taps to try to wake you, your body remained unmoving, curling into his side more. He shook his head, still seeing the trash fall down around them, and a grin stretched across his face. “ Sometimes these damn storms aren’t all that bad, now are they?”
Boyfriend!kyojuro headcannons cause I realized it’s been forever since I wrote for him
cw: fluff + smut in this, modern au, Not my best proofread but it’s headcannons sue me
Boyfriend!kyojuro obviously loves any kind of date that involves food of any sorts. Whether it's a new restaurant you two haven't tried yet, or the same mom and pop's shop that you go to twice a month, he's happy to take you out on the town!
Boyfriend!kyojuro and you are always a joy to be around your friends. Sweet, considerate and all around good people to be around. People tend to get swept away into conversations simply by hearing that signature laugh that echos no matter where he's at.
Boyfriend!kyojuro notices everything! You were almost surprised at how observant he was to you and the things you do/don't like. Like the one time he ordered your drink with all the extra modifications your like to add. Or how he noticed you eyeing the necklace at a nearby store and by his next paycheck, he has it for you, cheesing hard and hoping he didn't pick the wrong one. But he never does, enjoying the kisses you litter across his face
Following up with that is that, Boyfriend!kyojuro LOVES getting kisses from you. One goodbye kiss can turn into ten or more and you have to fight from smiling at the action to tell him to go to work or head home. He just love feeling your lips on him, feeling like he's doing something right to keep you this happy. But best believe he loves kissing your lips just as much.
Boyfriend!kyojuro can kiss you so sweetly until he starts kissing you a little deeper--hands gripping your waist a bit more than usual and almost stumbling back from the intensity that was ignited by your kisses. Now when you pull back, he's eyeing you like your the first meal he's seen in forever. Like he would fight anything that would tear you away from him [ and would ] because now he's too worked up
Now Boyfriend!kyojuro had you bent over the arm of the couch, tongue dragging up and down your slit. His chin already glossy, hands never moving from the grip he had on your ass as his tongue pressed in and out of you. He didn't care about how tight his pants gotten when you were rocking your hips back onto his face, asking for more. Kyojuro always cleans his plates when he eats something delicious, you included.
His tongue touched your favorite spots, moaning into you as your fingers dug into couch and pillows that was pushed from their assigned spots. Hearing you beg for more, asking to replace his tongue with something else, something bigger—like what he’s been ignoring in his pants to drink in everything that’s you.
After a quick walk to your bedroom, Boyfriend!kyojuro, with a messy chin and all, was now having you watch him slip into your pussy at a slow speed that drove you mad! Each whine that passed your lips as he held your head to continue seeing him thrust back and forth into you. It was hypnotic and almost made you feel drunk in how hot it made you feel.
Boyfriend!kyojuro always loses all gentlemanly charm the second he slips inside of you. Hips getting mean, hands gripping you tighter. You just flip something in him, whether it’s the moans and cries that slips past pouty lips when he thrusts a particular spot. Or maybe the way you always reaching to touch him because the feeling becomes too much! His heart swells with a pride and sinful joy that makes him slam down into you more while kissing you. Moans drowned out and muffled as you squeezed him like you wanted him to stay forever. And if he could, he would.
Of course, Boyfriend!kyojuro can’t resist wrapping his hand around your throat, eyes staring you down. He needed to watch you cum first before he can chase his own. He has to watch you fall apart and cry out for him in that blissed out look as his hips fucked you through your orgasm. Apologizing for the overstimulation as his hips kept going, giving a few more thrust before cumming deep into you. He stayed inside, bottomed out so much that his thighs flex from the aftershocks.
He pulled out of you, watching the way his cum dripped out of you. A big smile on his face like he's proud of himself. Boyfriend!kyojuro really is a jack of all trades that you could never get tired of. But that's the best part! He'll never tire of you either.
Satoru Gojo doesn’t care about much outside his own vices and studies. The young scholar and prodigy didn’t even care about the riches that he came from. The man only ever cared about passing his finals, having his favorite cakes in the shop at that bakery he loves, and getting out his research paper so he can have some footing in the field. Okay, and too many video games, but that vice is reasonable! But that’s been his goal for a long time, always keeping his head in textbooks and discussion boards. He’d rarely experience anything if it wasn’t for his two friends he met in high school. They introduced him to many things, but it’s always been those three things, yet he’s grateful to still be friends with the pair long into their 20s.
But now Satoru found himself in a dilemma. Usually, he can break any problem down and solve it without much mental effort. Yet, here goes his brain working well into overtime because when did he become so smitten with you?
Yes, he remembers seeing you when your curls were still shoulder-length and a honey blonde during sophomore year. You were chatting with Suguru about a lecture you two were in when Satoru was meeting his friend. He remembers that you only spared him a glance that time, waving at him with a smile that made his heart pound in a rhythm that didn’t feel normal. He couldn’t even question it as you quickly left for another class, and Suguru was chatting about something else. But Satoru couldn’t stop thinking about your cute smile and the way your glasses rose with it.
He thought the feeling would disappear, but then he had to see you for two weeks on a mini project you and Suguru were working on. He remembers when his arm brushed against yours when you sat down, apologizing before Satoru waved it off. He remembers cursing himself at how he did it, thinking he came off rude and just threw his head into his thick textbooks.
But it was quite the opposite. You thought he would be angry with you, squeezing between them, but he eased your jitters and you had to stop from sparing glances at his profile because his looks were unreal! It didn’t make sense that he was in school when he could have easily been a model. Soft features, yet ever so masculine with a boyish charm. Something out of a book you would find and slap right off the page into real life. Even so, you found out that Satoru was interested in Science and Engineering, which intrigued you more.
Suguru wouldn’t say it just yet, but he thought watching you two chat was adorable to say the least. Satoru, despite his looks, really wasn’t that good at talking to people. And from his classes and projects working with you, Suguru learned that you were introverted and didn’t have many friends either. So seeing you two manage to have conversations perfectly fine without him speaking gave him some hope.
You didn’t even realize that you were staring at the man so hard because it’s so easy to get lost in those baby blue eyes that are framed by white lashes. Yet he’s going on and on about something engineering-related, and it still doesn’t add up, but makes perfect sense all in one. Satoru was no better, seeing your doe eyes staring at him with attention. He had to fight the blush that started at his ears to not spread to his cheeks. He felt like he was rambling about boring stuff, but then you would ask a question to let him know you were listening.
Satoru originally thought nothing of it, just happy that Suguru had a partner who wouldn’t try to get his money or flirt with him the entire time. But when the project was finished, and you no longer appeared in the library with his friend, he missed your presence.
He missed smelling your vanilla-infused scent taking up his left side, asking him about his assignment of the day. Satoru didn’t want to bother his friend by asking for the girl’s number. Maybe she was just being friendly because he was around. He didn’t want to overstep and make a fool of himself.
But you couldn’t stop daydreaming about the white-haired man. But how could they blame you? A tall man with wide shoulders, covered in button-ups, oversized comic book tees, and sweatshirts. His dark-rimmed glasses always frame his face, bringing more focus to those eyes that have been plaguing your mind and studies. It was just a simple crush. Something like this will pass.
That was the logical way to handle it, as feelings were buried, studies and midterms meant much more to them both. The one thing you both could always agree on was that your studies were number one in priorities. Yet that didn’t stop either of you from waving at each other when you were with other people and saw him a few tables away, smiling when he returned it.
“ Who are you waving at?” Your friend glanced behind to see as she sat down, whipping her head back with wide eyes. “ Are you fucking for real?! ” She whispered, yet had all the energy of a yell as she watched your puzzled look. “ Am I missing something?”
“ The Campus Snow Prince waved at you? Like he actually noticed you and waved back?” The nickname caught you off guard, making your friend sigh. “ You really don’t pay attention to school gossip, do you?” The girl continued talking as she took out her laptop and notebook, “ Satoru Gojo is one of the school’s prodigies. Not only is he extremely smart when it comes to science and engineering, but he’s pretty as hell, and he comes from a wealthy family.”
You rolled your eyes, flipping open your textbook with an uncaring gaze, “ So he’s a nepo baby and a genius? Is that why you gave him the nickname?”
“ No, stupid. It’s because he never gives any attention to women on campus! Yeah, he’s hot, but most women can’t reach him at all! I mean, even some of my sorority sisters tried to flirt with him or invite him to parties with his friends. His friends would come, but Gojo never did. But he’s waving at you and smiling at that? That’s the most I saw a girl get out of him.”
You tried to ignore her words as you sighed, hating how the gossip already poisoned your brain with new thoughts to fuel the crush you thought you had dug deep down. “ I was lab partners with his friend Suguru, and we chatted sometimes when all of us studied together.” You looked up, seeing your friend leaning back against the chair, disbelief in her expression yet mixed with something else. “ I’m impressed, Ms. Goody Two-Shoes! I didn’t recognize your game.” She gave praise as she grabbed her hair clip to pull her hair back and out of the way. You puffed your cheeks out, your foot gently kicking her under the table as you heard her laugh lightly before silencing herself to study as she promised you. And suddenly, the textbook in front of you no longer mattered. You glanced over to see that your friends had placed some earphones in, listening away to some music, as if she didn’t ruin your focus more.
“ Now I can’t focus…”
Satoru stared at you for a while longer, missing the way Suguru followed his gaze with a grin before nudging his shoulder. Satoru shook his head, and when he saw the way his friend looked at him, he tried to ignore it. Just pretend nothing happened. Suguru didn’t see him staring at you from across the way. “ You know…I can give you her number if you want. ” Satoru looked back up at him like a deer in headlights. “ What are you talking about?”
“ We exchanged numbers because of the assignment. If you want to talk to her on your own, I’ll help you out.” Suguru leaned against his hand as he looked at his friend, trying not to laugh at him as he saw his ears turn pink.
Satoru pursed his lips, “ Don’t even bother. She was just being nice since we all had studied together.”
“ But what does that have to do with you returning her wave and staring her down? Plenty of the ladies on campus wave and stare at you, and you act like you don’t see them at all.” The more Suguru talked, the more Satoru grew the urge to choke his long-term friend for observing him so damn much over the years. And Suguru wasn’t done yet. “ And you two were having such pleasant conversations and never even thought to include me, like you usually do when you don’t want to talk to people.”
Satoru hated how right he was, mentally cursing himself for being a creature of habit. You weren’t the first nor the last person that Suguru had brought around during study sessions. He usually lets him know in advance, and Satoru gains the fortitude to be around someone new. Why does he have to prepare? Simply because people treated him like some phenomenon. He knew he was great in academics, and he could never forget about the money he came from, either.
But he realized many people couldn’t be ‘cool’ about it the way Suguru and Ieiri are. They start asking him invasive questions and are always trying to touch him. It’s annoying. So that’s when they both came up with the key phrase to draw attention back to their work and away from Satoru.
‘ I'm gonna get us some snacks.’
Whenever Satoru said it, Suguru would use that time to distract his partners back to the assignment at hand, and by the time Satoru returned with whatever snacks he had, he wouldn’t be harassed with questions anymore. And in the rare times they would try to start back up, either of them would deflect quickly to studies. Yet Suguru did have to be a bit nasty with one classmate, and ever since that, Suguru still hears the rumors of him being ‘ in love with his best friend.’
And that’s why Suguru wanted to help his friend of 10+ years now! When you and Suguru had to become partners, you both were just happy that the other could pull their own weight and not argue about everything. You were his blessing during a hellish semester. Even more of a reason to think you're heaven-sent when Satoru didn’t use the code phrase the entire time you were there.
Yeah, he knows his friend didn’t flirt or chat with women whenever he convinced him to relax from the books and live a little. Suguru has his fair share of days when he doesn’t wanna deal with the world either and stays in his own bubble. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t stick his neck out for his friend to at least date the one girl that he seems interested in.
Satoru couldn’t even defend himself, trying to keep his eyes focused on the science on the papers, “ Just drop it, okay? She was just really nice, and she happened to wave at me. I waved back. That’s it.” Satoru looked at his friend, meeting an unreadable expression that he thought meant it was over.
Silence filled the space, giving Satoru a false sense of confidence that he had stopped the conversation. He didn’t need his friend figuring out that he might have been smitten with you.
“…Then why are your ears bright pink?” Suguru’s voice practically purred out as he watched it spread down, and he had to stop from laughing too loud, catching a glance at the Librarian from the sound. Satoru childishly knocked off Suguru’s notebook and scooted his chair further away, hearing his friend fight to stay quiet as he laughed at him.
He had to get over this damn crush. It’s already a problem for him.
Satoru thought being away for some months and being back with his stuffy family would have dispelled the crush he had on you. Well, the crush Satoru tried to act like he didn’t have at all. But then you came back to campus, and it felt like you got even cuter. Your style shifted just a bit; pleated skirts with pastel colors. The more he watched you , the more he felt his heart drop to his ass. “ Oh shit.”
Suguru and Ieiri both whipped their heads at the curse, seeing how Satoru barely caught his books in his hand from his slipping grip. Suguru followed his gaze and immediately began his teasing. “ Hey Satoru, remember when you told me that it wasn’t a crush and to just drop it?” Suguru saw his friend squint daggers at him as he sipped his coffee before continuing, “ I plan to be obnoxious now.”
Ieiri peered over, “ That’s the girl you said he likes, Suguru?”
“ You told her, too?!”
“ Of course he did, but that’s not important.” Ieiri waved him off before standing in front of him, “ You should have spoken to me first. We had a bunch of classes together last semester, too.”
Satoru swore the ground could swallow him now, and it wouldn’t stop him from pummeling his friends, his back turned and missing how you were changing direction to go talk to them. “ Guys, please, I tried to leave it all behind me last semester, and you two starting this shit day one is gonna make me wanna transfer!”
“…Are you transferring schools?” The innocence of the question made Satoru stiffen so fast you thought he had nerve damage and was incapable of bending ever again. Suguru and Ieiri had to fight their laughter as Satoru slowly turned around and looked down at your face, your doe eyes relaxing him just a bit, and he cleared his throat. “ No, I’m not transferring, but when you’ve been friends with these two for so long, it becomes a possibility."
The comment made you lean to see past his wide shoulders, immediately smiling at the sight of the duo, “ Nice to see you guys! I wonder if we’ll have some classes again this semester.” You grinned, moving past Satoru as he watched Ieiri open her arms for a hug, knowing from past greetings that you're a hugger. Satoru watched as Ieiri eyed him from over your shoulder, noting how his fingers twitched when she hugged you back, mentioning how she missed her.
When you pulled back, Satoru saw you do the same with his other best friend, yet Suguru’s hands stayed up on your shoulder and felt more brotherly than anything else. Though he shouldn’t care at all.
Then he watched you turn in his direction, and he noticed the way you hesitated, speaking low, like a toddler scared to ask for something, “ I never got a chance to ask if you were a hugger, sorry.” You tell him, and the white-haired man nearly combusted at how sweet you looked. Maybe this was too much for him after all.
The worst thing is, he loves hugging. Mostly with people he liked, but he did. He wondered what that would feel like?-
Suguru watched in disbelief, almost wanting to look around like a camera crew was gonna magically appear when Satoru shifted his textbooks to one arm and offered up his side. “ I don’t mind hugs. Just don’t like it when strangers do it.” His voice almost mumbled, like he felt everyone was listening in. But that didn’t stop your giddiness from bubbling in your chest, along with your heartbeat.
You took a few steps back over to him, shifting your body to fit into his side as your hand barely wrapped around his torso. You felt his hand up on your shoulder, a finger brushing the exposed skin of your collarbone.
It was so brief. It was only a few seconds, yet it felt like a lot for both of you. Satoru smelled like a mix of musk, strawberries, and linen. Like you pulled sheets fresh out of the dryer and laid them on your bed, getting wrapped up in the warmth. Satoru fought not to inhale the scent of whatever products you used for your curls, only to get smacked with Vanilla and something else. It lured him in so much that he felt like he would embarrass himself if he inhaled.
Thankfully, you pulled away, not realizing you saved him from actually considering his transfer. You mumbled about seeing them all another time, mentioning meeting up with an Advisor and getting back to your friend for something he missed. “ I hope we luck out on those classes, too.” You gave the trio a smile before waving and heading back to your friend, who’s trying her hardest not to grin at you.
“ See? Didn’t I tell you it would have been fine?” Your friend grinned at you, seeing you trying to calm down with slow inhales.
“ My heart almost jumped out of my chest!” You whined a bit, but she just wrapped her arm around your shoulder, standing over you but trying to soothe your jitters. “ Based on what you said, I didn’t think he would let me hug him!”
“ I told you~ you were special!~ He didn’t pretend like you were just air particles.” She cooes as she gives you space again to walk normally. “ So since you're the only woman I know who’s done it, what did it feel like to hug ‘ The Gojo Satoru’ ?”
You rolled your eyes with a smile, “ Can’t pinpoint it exactly, but something sweet like berries, but then mixed with a fresh linen scent like a warm blanket. Inviting you to stay wrapped up there.”
“ Sounds like you wanna lay all up on him.” Your friend pointed out and laughed at your panic, “ But I noticed you upgraded your fashion style too. Still you, but don’t think I didn’t notice you trying new things. My sweet baby is crushing hard, but I’m happy you took my tips.”
“ See? You're doing too much now.” You frowned at her, but you couldn’t deny her words. She’s been telling you small ways to just elevate your style, not for Satoru, but for yourself. You expected nothing less from someone with dual majors, one of which is fashion. She only offered after you complained a bit about your style, feeling almost too ‘kiddish’ in how you dressed. Yet she was quick to correct you in your statement back then. ‘ Nothing wrong with liking what you like. You just want to tweak it, and that’s why you have me!’
It makes you smile more as you both walk into your apartment building this year, knowing you have someone supportive like her in your corner. Especially when many students are confused about how you two can have such opposite personalities and still be such good friends. You remember your friend even cussing out one of the Fraternity guys at their last party because they said something about you that she said ‘ pissed her off’. You would have thought they were childhood friends, but they just happened to room together Freshman year. Now you can’t even imagine campus or life in general without her. “ Are we stopping at the cafe today? I need my matcha before we see Professor Kusakabe.”
“ Sure, but you're gonna turn green at this point if you keep drinking it.” She cut her eyes at you, but the grin on her lips was playful as she took strides beside you. Your thoughts had now switched over to the delicious green drink you planned on buying, while the man who was just infiltrating your thoughts---was still losing his shit over a five-second hug.
“ Earth to Satoru! Come in, Earth to Satoru! ” Ieiri acted like she was over the radio, making static noises in his ear, while Suguru almost choked on his milkshake from laughing. Satoru had his head down on the table they were seated at, trying to hide the fact that his cheeks were still a shade of pink.
He felt ashamed of himself for how his nose kept pressing into the side you hugged him on. The perfume was strong enough to stay embedded in the cotton shirt he wore, a completely different scent than whatever was used in your hair. Similar in feeling, but different in the scent notes. Maybe vanilla was a signature, but it also had a floral note. A softer scent than the tooth-sickening vanilla of your hair that he smells near his shoulder. He feels like a damn dog.
Yes, humans are still considered animals, but he knows evolution didn’t make much difference between him and a tiger. Yes, we have subconscious instincts, including the urge to enjoy the scent of someone who could be a suitable ‘mate’. He understood biology too well. But he doesn’t need his science world to mix into any kind of bullshit like this!
“ Geez, if a 0.5 second hug got him like this, he’ll combust during sex.” Suguru sighed, and finally, he saw his friend shift to peek a blue eye out to glare at him halfheartedly. He slowly lifted his head up, shoulders slumped, and hated how his brain was forced to come to a conclusion that he already knew. A conclusion he fought so hard to ignore, despite his brain’s habit of pointing out and noticing everything.
Gojo Satoru was experiencing romantic feelings, and despite all the knowledge in the world, he didn’t really know what the fuck he was doing.
Ieiri and Suguru watched him, waiting for him to speak. He waved them both in, both of them raising a brow as they leaned in closer. Satoru’s head darted around, making sure no one else heard them as he leaned in, cheeks less flushed but still a pale pink. “ I need your guys' help.”
Satoru doesn’t ask for help often, so naturally, their interest piqued even more. “ I do have a crush on her, okay? But I don’t have any knowledge of a subject like this. What should I do? How do I even start? What if she doesn’t like me back?” Satoru rambled off questions, and you could see the way it really did rack around his brain. The man is far from his comfort zone, yet he still wants to try, as he’s asking them for help.
Suguru had moved to physically sit beside him, putting a brotherly arm around his shoulders, “ Satoru, for once, I think you might be overthinking this. You have more of a chance than you think.” He could tell by how his friend had looked down at the table that he didn’t believe him.
Your heart almost dropped to your ass when you saw Satoru near the back of the lecture hall, seeing as his head was down, looking at his phone. You glanced around at the seating arrangement, noting the empty seat beside him before inhaling and taking the steps up. It almost felt like your heart would explode as you got closer to him, reaching his level and walking down the aisle. You then noticed the bag in the chair, deflating you a bit that you couldn’t sit beside him.
But Satoru turned when he saw something in his peripheral vision. He looked shocked to see you before you watched him take his bag out of the chair. He looked forward again, almost ignoring you as he heard you sit down. You first went into your bag, dragging out your notebook and the cute case you had for it. Covered in Sanrio stickers and corny science jokes, Satoru had to fight the small smile at the tiny case. “ I didn’t think we’d have any classes, so seeing you was a shock.” You spoke softly, hoping the man heard your voice. You always sucked at speaking up and projecting.
His head turned, looking at you softly, or it felt that way with how he stared at you through his long lashes. Seriously…it didn’t make any sense how pretty he was! “ I thought Ieiri would have this class, but she took this course during the summer. But at least, I won’t have this lecture alone.”
“ I get it. I struggle with being in big classes like this, too. Usually, it’s better to be alone.” You rambled as Satoru noticed your outfit for today. A v-neck lilac sweater, letting his eyes gaze towards your collarbone, whether he meant to or not. Your curls pulled up and away from your face, except for the few stringy curls that framed your face.
“ But, at least we have each other, right?” You smiled before realizing how it sounded. “ Wait, not like that!” You waved off, and you watched his hand cover his mouth, trying not to laugh at you and your pouted lips, before both your heads snapped at the sound of the professor’s voice.
“Okay, listen up! This semester, you’ll be working in pairs, and by the end of it, you all will participate in a science fair to present each of your findings. Based on what people review your work, along with my own grading, will make or break your grade this semester. So you all have roughly 2 months to collaborate on this. Yes, you can choose who your partner is. Yes, this is paired together with your grade for your labs as well. That’s all.” Professor Yaga looked around at the class before waving them off to let them decide amongst themselves.
It was almost unanimous in how people turned to look at Satoru. He knew it was coming the second he heard they could choose, feeling a tap on his right shoulder. His eyes flicked over and saw how you glanced around the lecture hall, watching your leg bounce from what he assumed were nerves. Your eyes were flicking between someone that you might have known before to help with such a big project.
You need to pass this class more than anything, and a person who doesn’t carry their own workload and passes it would ruin that. Your brain almost started to overthink, stressing out until you felt a poke, making you look down to see the mechanical pencil. You glanced back up, seeing Satoru waiting for your attention. “ Do you wanna be my partner?”
You swore it suddenly got quiet around you two, a lack of chatter as you slowly nodded, “ Yeah…we can be partners.” You could hear some students suck their teeth, just now noticing the influx of students who walked up to ask either you or him to be partners. The last thing they wanted was for you two to be partners. You saw Satoru’s shoulders relax a bit, like he was tensed up all over again. “ Hey, you okay?” You mumbled, leaning into his space a bit, and he fought not to lean in again, smelling that same intoxicating mix of your perfume and whatever hair mist you used. Satoru nodded, mentioning he’ll explain later or something before redirecting to picking topics.
The rest of the time was filled with an ease that Satoru hadn’t felt in who knows how long. Maybe with Suguru and Ieiri in high school. But when they weren’t around, the student body would bother him and ask personal questions. Just happy he could carry them to an ‘A’ on his own. But it was easy to break down the work for the two of you and set deadlines if either wasn’t finished by then. It was a peace that gave way to his eyes stealing glances, almost trying to memorize your facial features more than the words in his textbook.
He tried to look away. He wanted to get some sort of work done, but he could barely think without it drifting back to you. Time moved faster than before as he finally noticed a bunch of students leaving the room and saw you closing your notebook as well. Satoru quickly followed suit, trying to shake his head clear of all of his muddled thoughts when you tapped his shoulder. He whipped his head around, seeing you offer your phone to him. “If we’re partners, we’ll have to check in with each other's schedules.” You told him, but your eyes didn’t meet his.
Satoru’s hand reached out to grab your phone, fingers brushing as you passed it. Satoru added himself to your contacts, saved it, and passed it back to you. “ I’ll text you, so you have it.” You hoped your fingers didn’t shake too much, not used to being so forward. You sent him a quick text, hearing a ringtone, watching his face flush as it rang.
‘ Digimon digital monsters; Digimons are the Champions! ’
You giggled as he tried to hurry up to silence it before it finished, “ Good choice in ringtones.” Satoru had finished packing his things, and both of you stood to tell the professor that you two would be partners. He noted it down as you two left the room. “ I guess…I'll see you around?” Satoru asked, looking down at your curly head before you looked up at him. You nodded, “ I’ll see you around. Enjoy your next class. I have to head to another one.” You started to walk past him, waving with the same smile that plagues his mind consistently, as Satoru waved back as you left.
Satoru had gone to his Discord group chat, typing fast as he showed a screenshot to his two friends.
AngemonSolos: *insert picture* I did it
Lesbianhonest: How did you do it?
AngemonSolos: We have Professor Yaga’s class together. She’s my partner for the semester.
Suguru™️: Well, I’ll be damned. You are moving faster than I thought. Make sure you spend time with her outside of the classroom, and I don’t mean the library either!
Satoru stared at the messages, thinking about what his friend said as he headed off to find a spot to work. He had to make up for the work that he didn’t do in this class.
He doesn’t want to admit that someone like him, who was such a creature of habit, was happy to add a new thing to his mostly unchanging schedule to spend time with you. Yes, it’s for a grade, but it’s been a great time to try and get to know you.
Satoru took his friend's advice seriously, thinking of a good neutral ground to not just study but to ‘get to know’ each other. He remembers the cafe off campus, more expensive than the stuff close by. But the cafe had fresh pastries and a wide variety of drinks. So once you two talked about your class schedules for the semester, Satoru offered to take you there. You accepted after researching the place, telling him you were fine with it, encouraged by your friend to go.
When you first went to the place to meet him, your mouth almost dropped. Earthtones, plants, and a clean aesthetic, as the scent of fresh coffee grounds and bread filled the space. Your head looked around, catching the white hair as you walked over to the table he sat at. His back is towards you, curious as to why he was so distracted until you peek over his shoulder, seeing the Nintendo Switch in his hand. You watched the man continue to play and noted his concentration as he fought whatever the enemy was. Even his tongue started to stick out when he saw that the enemy's health bar was low. A few more well-placed combos and the enemy was killed, hearing a low ‘ Yes!’ leave his throat.
Satoru was proud that he killed Windblight Ganon before hearing claps beside him, his head whipping fast as he saw you clapping. “ Good job! It looked like a hard fight.” You finally went and sat down on the other side, on the cushioned seats in the corner, and placed your bag beside you. “ You could have said something instead of standing there.” He pouted, and he watched you fight to keep from laughing.
“ But you were so focused! I didn’t want to bother you.” You tell him, before looking at the counter, “Did you order anything yet?”
He shook his head, “ No. I was waiting for you. You scan the QR code on the table to get the menu, and they’ll bring it over.” He explained, using his phone to show you. “ Just let me know what you want. I’ll pay.”
“ Are you sure? You don’t have to.” You tell him, especially after looking at the prices for just a drink there. Even if it was more than what you would spend, the whole point of the location was to study, right?
Satoru waved you off, “ I promise it’s fine. I’m always spending money here.” Satoru had already put in for his order, some milk tea and a strawberry cake slice, as you scrolled through the menu on his phone. You order yourself a matcha latte and this croissant that looks too edible to ignore. Handing him the phone back, watching him press a few more times before putting his phone down.
The rest of the time was filled with long conversations about science in a way that you were sure confused anyone who overheard you two. But you realized you liked that about getting to know Satoru. You felt like you didn't have to overexplain yourself or oversimplify anything you two talked about when it came to science. It was like a breath of fresh air for both of you.
It made it easier to pivot the conversations away from the project and to get to know each other better. For example, you found out that Satoru has a huge sweet tooth and practically hates most liquors unless they’re sweet or don’t have a strong aftertaste. He also enjoys destressing by playing video games, exploring open-world adventures, and playing fighting games with Suguru and Ieiri. Satoru discovered you played a few video games yourself, interest piqued as you mentioned Stardew Valley, Kirby, and a few Sonic games. He almost didn’t believe you until you went into great detail to defend how Sonic ‘06 wasn’t ‘that bad’ if we ignored the bugs.
Satoru used to hate it when his partners talked on and on about something, whether he knew the topic or not. But he sat there with his chin in his palm, listening to you talk as he occasionally sipped his milk tea. No matter the day. No matter the time. Satoru was enjoying each study date with you so much that he nearly neglected his ones with Suguru.
But the dark-haired man didn’t mind in the slightest. He was happy for his friend. Ieiri and Suguru were too curious, too nosy not to at least spy on their good friend. Both of them saw the way Satoru looked at ease, talking to you about something that clearly wasn’t schoolwork-related based on how animated he was. They saw you laughing, trying to stay quiet as Ieiri tapped Suguru. “ I’m gonna text him, and tell him he should ask her out on a real date.” Ieiri was already typing away, a grin on her lips, and Suguru snorted. “ You think he’ll do it?”
“ If not today, he's gotta do it soon. At least one date before the semester ends.” Ieiri said, sending the text as she had promised. Both of them are now staring, watching their friend look down at his phone. They watched his body stiffen and saw your face change, as if you were asking him what was wrong.
Satoru shook his head, trying to ignore the text his friend sent, “ It’s not important. Just Ieiri messing with me.” He saw you pout, and Satoru hated how fast he was ready to fold. But it’s been a month since the two of you have been having class together and spending free time at the cafe. Sometimes, for long periods, you two have to give up the table per the place’s policies. You two have texted each other about things that had nothing to do with the project you're already close to finishing. You even played a few games together when you both were long finished with assignments and homework. Maybe he was playing it too safe.
“ But there is something that I wanted to ask you.” Satoru caught you mid-sip of your matcha that you loved so much. You stared at him as you slowly put it down. “ Well, what is it?” You asked him, curious about what the man could ask. Maybe another random gaming question like before. But you waited patiently for him to speak as you watched him take a breath.
“ I know you're not from here, but there’s this botanical garden in the city.” Satoru spoke slowly, glancing up to see if you're still listening as he looked down and doodled in the corner of his notebook, “ I remember you saying you like flowers, so…” Hesitation clinging in between his words.
“So?” You drawled out, head tilted and curls following the movement. Satoru could hear his heart in his ears, “ So maybe we can go after some food on the weekend? Of course, if you're free.” Satoru wanted to smack himself in the face, hating how awkward he was. But what can you expect! He never asked anyone out before!
But you didn’t care about his awkwardness. The man you have been crushing on, the man who plagued your thoughts and dreams more than studies and clinicals. That same man who looked like he fell from the sky onto earth—that same man was trying to—no, right?
“ Satoru, are you asking me out on a date?” You almost didn’t want the words to leave your lips, afraid of misinterpreting him and embarrassing yourself. Satoru finally looked back at you, ears tinged like the flush on his cheeks as he nodded before watching him steady himself. “ Yes, I’m asking out on a date. And to clarify, I don’t mean a platonic one as friends either.” Satoru watched your mouth open and close like a fish; he would have sworn he'd taken you out of the sea and straight onto land.
His brain is already deducing that rejection would be the best option you chose to not muddle over into school. God, he was dumb when he needed his brain to work. The tall man was almost slumping over in his chair, sinking his face under the collar of his sweatshirt as he watched you fiddle a bit.
Suguru still watched from afar, this time excited to get a closer look. They did get a few stares as they peeked and whispered to one another, “ Oh my god, I think he really did ask her out.” Suguru, in complete disbelief, saw how the boisterous personality he had given them behind closed doors shrank into a flustered, nervous wreck. “ Please give him a chance, please?”
“ Fingers crossed, Suguru,” Ieiri added, believing in the superstition just for her friend.
His voice muffled over the clothes, “ I understand if you say no. I’m not used to asking people out. So it’ll be—” Satoru stopped speaking once he felt your fingertips brush against his knuckles. He looked up and saw your gaze cast down. “ I’ll go with you.”
Satoru stared at you, almost believing it was too good to be true. “ Are you sure? You heard me say that this wasn’t platonic, right? You do mishear me sometimes.” You halfheartedly pluck him with a small smile.
“ I heard you loud and clear. I’m not used to people asking me out either.” You shift in your seat before giving him your undivided attention, “ But the date sounds really nice, and if it’s with you…” You steady your voice, feeling the heat radiating beneath the skin of your cheeks. “Then I’ll know the date will be good.”
The silence at the table wasn’t uncomfortable, but neither of you knew where to carry the conversation now. Can’t even say what the topic was before he asked you. So you both did what you do best, quietly study and work, despite the pounding in both of your chests from racing hearts for the new plans that were made for the upcoming weekend.
Saturday was never one of those days that you were always excited for growing up. It was just another day of the week for you unless something new was dropping that fell into one of your interests. But today you were stressed, nervous, excited, and anxious all into one. Your friend watched you pace back and forth in front of your clothes, as your closet had just exploded. “ I’ve never been on a date before, let alone with someone as pretty as Satoru Gojo. What the hell am I supposed to wear?!” You whined,your friend finding your actions endearing as she tries not to laugh at you.
You’ve been talking about the date for the next few days after Satoru asked you out, and your brain is still confused about how the campus’s ‘Snow Prince’ wanted you, of all people. Your friend’s hands cupped your face, hearing her tell you to breathe, not realizing how close you were to a panic attack until you felt your heart slow. “ I’m here to help you. Remember that I’m the fashion major friend. He told you where y’all are going, right?”
“ Yeah, a late lunch and the botanical gardens.” You answered, and she smiled. “ So we have a theme that can match your usual fashion choices. The weather is good today, so you can wear a skirt or a nice flowy dress.” She released your face and searched through your clothes. “ Shower and get dolled up per usual. I’ll handle the outfit before you show up late.” She points her manicured finger at you, “ Right now, your only assignment for today is to make the Snow Prince fall head over heels for you! I’m only accepting an A+!”
She saw you roll your eyes before heading over to the bathroom, heading to the shower, and trusting your friend. You did trust her, especially with clothes and fashion-related things. She truly had a knack for it. So much so that when you came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped and hair still in the shower cap, your friend had three outfits lined across your bed. Once she saw you, she smiled, “ Good. Now come in here and choose something.”
You quietly walked over, eyeing all of the outfits. The first one was a pretty maxi skirt and shirt combo, something you would typically pick, but you wanted more. Moving on, you felt the low-cut top was a bit much for a daytime date. Something about it made you feel like you were trying too hard. But then something about the last one, a white dress that had a nice bodice and length. Wedged sandals for the warm day and a small bag to complement them. Your finger points down, “ That one.”
It didn’t take long for her to get you dressed, helping you do your makeup just a bit as she grinned. Her giddiness was contagious, and you smiled despite her telling you to relax your face. By the time she had you look in the mirror, you couldn’t help but grin. “ You really know me well.” Turning back around to find a perfume, checking the digital clock on your nightstand. “ I gotta hurry up though. I’ll be late for the lunch date.”
“ I’ll drop you off. I wanna witness this before leaving you alone.” She joked, swirling her car keychain as you filled your purse and soon followed her out the door, heart pounding in an eagerness that you only feel when getting a good grade for an exam you studied hard for. Your feet still tapped on the car floor, almost missing your friend’s question until she nudged you at a red light. “ Huh? What did you say?”
“ Girl, this is important! Are you gonna have sex with him tonight?” She almost wheezed at the face you made, looking like a fish out of water, “ What?! You're both adults, and as long as there’s consent, you can have some fun! Just wear a condom and have fun.” She giggled her words, like she was talking about something else and not sex. You gathered yourself, huffing at her, “ I don’t know what to expect, but I’m not jumping to conclusions like that.”
“ You think I didn’t notice how long you were in the shower for? I know you shaved silly.” The smack on her arm confirmed her suspicions, laughing over the radio as you told her to shut up. You weren’t expecting to do that at all. Of course you wouldn’t. Even after the few dreams that felt too realistic. Even after your brain said, ‘ you might as well’ for that too, despite only wanting to shave your legs. Your brain was such a rattled mess that you barely noticed your arrival at the restaurant. “ We’re here!~”
You looked up, gathering yourself one last time as you slipped on your cardigan, buttoning it loosely so it stays in place as your friend chatted, “ Try and take pictures. Let me know how things go. If you need a ride back, call or text me. And remember, if you have sex, stop and get the cond-"
“ BYE LOVE YOU!” You yell over her, exiting the car and walking on the sidewalk with a wave as she drives away. You took one last deep inhale before stepping inside. The restaurant had a warm, yet colorful feel, with plants and vines decorating the space as your eyes traveled, before catching a white crown.
Satoru was on his phone, legs spread in the seated area beneath baggy jeans. He had a cream pullover hoodie, smirking at the Digimon print in the center, texting his number just to hear the jingle again. Blue eyes looking up and immediately standing to greet you. Even as his mouth opened, no words left him for a second. His ears already started to turn a faint pink before you broke the silence. “ I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long.” You tell him, and Satoru finally finds his voice after being stuck staring like an idiot. “ Nope, it wasn't long at all. Let’s get seated.”
You were happy with the place that Satoru chose for you two. A ramen shop that had been open for who knows how long. After ordering and the server left the table, you had to ask the question you'd been wondering about. “ Satoru, from one inquisitive brain to another.” You started and saw the grin form on his lips. “What made you ask me out?”
Satoru's eyes widened, more caught off guard by the question so soon. He tried to think of the best way to answer, treating it like any other question, but Ieiri’s words ran through his head more than one of her slaps to his neck.
‘ Satoru, she isn’t your thesis paper or someone who doesn’t know science. She’s smart, but she’s a woman with feelings. Be honest and tell her how you feel as if you were talking to us.’
Satoru felt his heart race again, as his eyes glanced the other way as he spoke, “ Well, I don’t really mesh well with other women. They are usually attracted to my looks, but they never cared about my studies or hobbies. “ The one time I gave someone a chance —” Satoru shook his head. “ I just felt used. But when you first partnered with Suguru and kept asking me about my studies, I felt ‘ seen’ for the first time.”
He didn’t look back, not even after you tugged on his sleeve and saw him be defiant. “ Satoru~ Look back at me, please?” Your tone was soft as you saw his head slowly turn towards you. “ I’m happy I made you feel like that. I always feel like I’m a bother to others, so I’m happy that you felt differently.” You offer a small smile, retracting your hand, and Satoru wants to grab it back. The only thing stopping him was the server coming back with drinks and the appetizers.
The air was now filled with a pleasant silence when eating, yet a welcoming feeling whenever you two decided to chat between bites. It felt similar to the cafe, but the air was more charged. Something that felt more magnetic than it initially did. Was it the honesty and lightheartedness of Satoru’s confession, or was it the way you were fully swept into your crush on the man? It’s like you two suddenly noticed each other in a different light, and it almost made you two giddy. Something foreign. Something different. Something new.
“ Satoru, you might have spoiled me already.” You giggled behind your napkin, “ That’s some of the best ramen I’ve had in a while.”
Satoru swallowed the last few pieces in his mouth, grinning as he spoke. “ Well, I’m trying to make a good impression here.” Satoru almost felt his confidence restored. Having that same confidence as when he walks into his engineering class for a test. “ But I hope you know that I still have more up my sleeve.”
“ So you really did plan everything out?” Your tone is almost teasing, a soft smile on your lips. “I guess it was a good thing to look forward to this through this week.”
Suddenly, the confident facade faulted, and you had tried not to call him a real-life Cinnamonroll with how he perked up. It only lessened when the server brought back the check with his card, and his eyes were back on you. “ Really? You were looking forward to today?”
“ Well, yeah. We’ve been hanging out a lot more because of the project, but it’s been…nice getting to know you and not listening to what everyone tries to say about you.” Maybe that was a slip of the lip, seeing his head tilt at your words
“ What were they saying about me? I just know people think Suguru is in love with me or something like that, but that one is funny.” Satoru chuckled, standing up and guiding you towards the door. You hesitated, almost backtracking, “ Well, I tried to ignore them, but I guess seeing us interact made people talk.”
“ I’m curious. I really don’t listen to what people say about me. I’ve been dealing with this all my life if I’m honest.” Satoru held open the door, still waiting for your words, when he smelled that same vanilla scent and fought not to dig his nose into your curls. “ I know you didn’t start them, so just tell me.”
“ Well, they nicknamed you the Snow Prince.”
“ Because of my hair?”
“ No. Well maybe. They call you that because you don’t give women the time of day and are cold to them like snow.” The way you worded it almost made Satoru stumble as you walked down the bustling street. “ But I thought it was because of your good looks.”
“ So you think I’m handsome.” He leaned down towards your right side, a grin present as you tried to wave him away. Your shyness appeared as you felt him stare down at you. He leaned in more, feeling the backs of your hands brush against each other. “ Cmon~ Say it again.” Satoru chuckled, glancing up as soon as he noticed the street sign. They were close to their next spot.
“ I can’t be the first person who called you handsome.” You whined a bit, hating how your heart fluttered at the closeness of you two. It was easier talking about video games and science!
Satoru fought his mind for his next words, still trying to take Ieiri’s advice seriously. “ Yeah, but you're the only one I care to hear that from.” Both of your steps came to a halt in front of the brick entrance. It felt like nothing else around you mattered in that moment. It always felt like that when you and Satoru talked amongst yourselves.
You took a breath, calming yourself before looking up at him, feeling the blood rush to warm your cheeks. “ Satoru, you’re really handsome.”
Satoru felt like his heart could have exploded. There’s no reason that you should have looked so cute and bashful all at once. He hated how he had to fight the blush from appearing on his face. He liked your compliment too much. You felt a large hand engulf yours, and you were pulled past the entrance to receive their tickets. His palm warmed as he guided you inside.
As much as you wanted to pester Satoru, your eyes widened as you stared at the beautiful foliage and colorful flowers that soon appeared in your view. Barely noticing that Satoru got their tickets and was still pulling your hand through the busy walkways. When he glanced over his shoulder, he saw your head turn back and forth to see what signs were around before he gently pulled you to the front of him. “ It’s crowded, and you're short. Stay in front.”
You gave him a faux frown, cheeks nearly puffing out, “ Oh, hush, we all can’t be giants.”
You faced forward, and your feet moved before you could stop them. You ran over to the small pond on the side, seeing the pink lotus flowers floating, almost wanting to reach out and touch them.
Satoru stood back a bit, watching your white dress pool around you on the floor, cardigan slipping off your shoulders as you reached to touch a soft petal that floated past. Something you couldn’t resist.
Satoru tried to grab his phone, a strong urge to use his camera to keep this pretty picture engraved in his mind, yet you called for him, “ Toru, come look at them too! ” You waved him over, and he jogged to close the gap before squatting beside you. “ These are pink lotus flowers. They have 60 different subspecies in a range of colors. Each color of the flower symbolizes something.” You explained, making his hand reach out to touch the petals. Soft like your touch
“ So what do the pink ones mean?” Satoru asked, curiosity bubbling low, edged by your eagerness.
“ They are seen as a symbol of rebirth and beauty. The other colors mean differently, but that’s for any flower.” You stood up slowly, missing the way Satoru's eyes followed you, before you peered down at him innocently. “Cmon, I have to teach you more.” Hand reaching for him as he stood up and followed, ignoring the stares you two received. He didn’t think you both would be a spectacle.
Satoru found himself silent, not from boredom. Not even from anything remotely bad. He just liked listening to you talk and explain all of the different facts about each flower. The kinds of climates they grow in, the colors they might have, and how easy or difficult they are to grow. There was no need to read any of the info boards in the gardens; hearing your voice explain it was better. Satoru asked questions when he grew curious, watching how your eyes lit up. It’s something he can’t get tired of.
This time, when you ran over to the blue Hydrangeas, Satoru’s phone was in his hand, catching a video instead. Capturing hurried steps over as you gather the bottom of your dress to squat down, hands gently touching the petals as Satoru slowly walks closer. The camera catches the soft smile and gaze at the flower, the blue reminding you of something familiar. A calm feeling washes over you as you lean in to smell the flower, your shoulders relaxing even more. Satoru catches you at peace and sated, a small smile gracing his lips before he could stop himself. Only when he finally heard the mumbles did he remember he was very much in a public place.
“ Oh, he reminds me of you when we were younger.” Satoru's head turned, seeing the elderly couple. While the woman held a cane, her arm was interlocked with the man on her right. “ So smitten and cute.” She offered him a smile and giggled behind her hand when she saw the man flush so fast. Even her husband chuckled as he stopped recording you, walking over instead to avoid embarrassing himself further. When he squatted down beside you, your head turned to your left, and you smiled when your brain made the connection. “ Your eyes.”
“ Huh? What about them?” Satoru questioned, trying to control the shade of pink on his face.
“ These Hydrangeas...I kept staring at them because they remind me of your eyes.” Your voice was soft as you spoke, glancing at him, and you swore Satoru’s soul left his body. Even his footing rocked, and you swore he would fall until he put up a hand to signal he’s fine [no, he’s not].
Yeah, Satoru’s heart might not be built for this at all.
You don’t know how long you spent in this beautiful garden, but you knew it grew late as the sun took on a deep orange for the evening. You and Satoru walked out of the place, a bag in Satoru’s hand and a bouquet in your arms. “ Seriously, Satoru. You didn’t have to buy these for me. These had to be expensive.”
“ You were staring at them, and this is still a date.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, “ But did I pick the wrong ones? I’ll go back and get you-” Satoru rambled before you stopped him. “ These are perfect. Thank you.”
His hand dropped, brushing against the back of your hand once more, and this time, Satoru got a sudden urge. His pinky first tapped your hand, almost thinking it was a mistake, until he slowly wrapped your hand in his. It surprised you, making you look up at him, but he refused to meet your gaze. Your heart stammered, yet you gently squeezed his hand back. Your other hand was clutching the bouquet tight before your brain came to something else, “ Was there anything else we were doing today?”
Satoru was almost grateful for your chatter, distracting his mind from the fact that you had accepted holding his hand. Damn, Suguru was right when he said he was touch-deprived. “ Well, I was walking us back to my car to drop you off, but...” Satoru trailed off, unsure whether he should be this truthful with you. He’s not trying to be too pathetic.
“ But?” You questioned him, slowing down off to the side. “ Just tell me…please?”
Satoru took a deep breath, feeling your hand give a squeeze. “But I don’t want it to end yet.” He looked at you again as he kept going, “I want to spend more time with you, but I’m not sure if you're comfortable…” You watched him stall. “ Toru.”
The nickname melts him, words flowing without much resistance. “ Do you want to come back to my apartment? If it’s too much, it’s fine. I really don’t do this, and no matter the magazines I read, I don’t know if you’ll like-“
You let go of his hand to shush him, steadying yourself for the next words to come from your mouth. “ As long as I’m not intruding, I can stay for a little bit.” Your hand went back to grab his, this time ignoring his stare at your response. “ So lead the way.”
Satoru could barely contain the pep in his step now, unsure if everything was going too well for him. He literally broke down every possible scenario of how the date could go, and he was already at the 25% probability he had worked out.
Even as he fumbled for his car keys to unlock it. Even as he made sure to open your door before making it back to his seat without tripping. His heartbeat felt like it was louder than the music, only glancing to see you singing to whatever song played. He wasn’t really listening to anything other than his heartbeat. His body was on autopilot during the drive back to his apartment complex. Guiding you through the rather large building as you peeked around. Must be the ‘money’ that the student body talks about.
The soft turns of the elevator barely kept him steady as he felt his lips move before it registered in his mind. “Make a right down the hall until you see the doormat.” You hummed in response, feeling like any sort of talking would come out jittery and incoherent. You have never done anything like this before! What was his apartment like?! Was there maid service because he’s rich? Or worse, it’s a ‘ clean’ space but looks like armageddon when you enter. You shook your head, hating how your nerves were getting to you now. It made you miss the way he fumbled to press in the code to his door, pushing it open gently before making way for you, “ After you.”
You swallowed before walking through the frame of the door, getting greeted with a clean, citrus smell. You glanced down to see the shoes at the door, slipping off your sandals. Satoru ended up bumping into you before catching you, both of you trying to apologize to the other. Footsteps coming from around the corner, a black mug in hand, before wide eyes glance back between you two. Your eyes met Suguru's, surprised, as you both stood up, giving the man an awkward smile. “ I didn’t know you two were roommates, too.”
“ He’s a temporary roommate,” Satoru mumbled, making you tilt your head before Suguru followed through. “ I was originally supposed to stay because my heat was broken, and you know those dorms get cold fast.” He sipped whatever was in his mug before continuing with a teasing smile, “ But Satoru loved my company so much he offered me a key.”
“ You know lying like that isn’t good for you?” Satoru sniped, already knowing the game his friend planned to play out. Puffing his cheeks at him before glancing at you, “ Would you want something to drink?”
“ Water or green tea is fine.” You tell him, seeing the man disappear to the kitchen as Suguru grabs a book off the coffee table, “ Come sit. You’ll have him thinking that I did something to scare you off.” You came over, sitting on one end of the couch, placing your bouquet down on the table. Suguru's gaze followed, only just now noticing the flowers since he wasn’t even expecting to see you here. “ Those are nice. Where do you get them from?”
“ Oh, Satoru got them for me at the gardens! These are Lily’s.” You told him, just in time for Satoru to come back with two cups of green tea for you and him, squeezing between you and Suguru. “ I added a little bit of sugar, but let me know if you need something else,” Satoru told you, missing the way he stepped on Suguru’s foot, and he nearly choked on his own tea. The two friends eyed each other, Satoru leaning more to a glare to try to make his friend go. Only your voice brought their attention back to you. “ What kind of games do you have?” You asked, reaching for the controller.
You offered them all a perfect segway to make the vibes fun and light. It wasn’t long before bickering and laughter filled the room as you picked a fighting game that you all could play. Now you were going against Suguru after losing the first time. Thought you were being ‘fair’ until he wiped the floor with you as Kung Lao. Now you switched to your main.
“ Stop hitting that fucking combo!” Suguru grits through his teeth, watching his boy get flipped and beaten up by Jade. “ You said you didn’t play this game!”
Your eyes never left the screen, eyes glued on the health bar depleting, “ I said I don’t play often. Key difference there, Suguru.”
Satoru fought to laugh…too loud. But he was getting a kick out of watching you flawlessly keep up your block whenever Suguru did land a hit. He stared at you from the side, watching your focus and fingers tapping away. It wasn’t long before Suguru lost, watching you smile as you hit the combo for the fatality and set the controller back down. “ Maybe we shouldn’t have played. I might be too good for y’all.”
“ Y’all can have it. I’m heading out in a bit. Classmates wanted to go out and bar hop after passing a big exam.” Suguru stood, smoothing his pants as you watched him grab a jacket and a few things. He kept talking to you two as he made his way to the door. “ Satoru, I’ll let you know if I’m making it back tonight or not.”
The white-haired man reached his arms across, grabbing the controller, “ Fine by me.”
“ Have fun, Suguru! Be safe!” You wave to the man. “We can choose a different fighting game next time.” Suguru chuckled as he listened to the phrasing, humming as he put on his shoes.
“ I’ll look forward to it. See ya.” He waved, back turned to hide his shit-eating grin as he left the apartment. Long legs walking down the hall, phone by his ear as it rang only once. “Ieiri, you aren’t gonna believe what happened? I think our boy is growing up—
Now that Suguru had left, your brain started working again. You and Satoru are left alone now, nothing but the music of the game echoing in the living room. You looked back at him, seeing Satoru's eyes focused on the different games they had. Maybe he was trying to pick another one to play.
Satoru heard the shuffle, feeling the heat radiate off of his side as he smelled the vanilla that lingered off of you, “ You have a lot of the original copies of games. I’m almost jealous.” You tell him, hand reaching to grab one that caught your eye. “ Crash Bandicoot and Spyro? You have so many good ones!”
Satoru watched your enthusiasm bubble before you shook your head, and he watched you try to pull your hands back. “ My bad. Let me not start touching everything you have. I don’t want to annoy you s--.” Words died as he stopped your hand. His grip was firm, but his palms were soft in yours. “ If there’s something I don’t like or that annoys me, I ignore it. Doesn’t matter the scenario, I’ll still act like it doesn’t exist.”
His eyes glanced down, almost feeling the slight shakiness of his hands from nerves. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and looked at you in a way you weren’t used to. Those blue eyes were soft, just like those Hydrangeas from earlier. Calling you in to listen to whatever words left his lips. “ I tried to act like you didn’t exist when we first met…and failed miserably. You're the first woman to have the power to completely erase my thoughts on topics. I thought you were just being nice to me to get close…” His grip tightened again, your thumb reaching up to swipe over his knuckles, and he almost fell apart then. “ There’s no other science, theories, or even damn TED talks that can make me understand other than the fact that--”
A pause. Like whatever the words were, they had died in his throat at the idea of leaving.
You couldn’t tell what came over you as your other hand reached up to cup his face, feeling him lean into your palm. You didn’t speak. Didn’t react just yet. But you listened. You wanted to hear what he said. You needed to hear him say what you could only assume he was going to say.
“...Make me understand that I fell for you.” Satoru’s head dropped down, almost like he was afraid to see your reaction. But your hand flexed, keeping his head up enough to see you. His blush spread quickly over his face, flustered to all hell, and it just made his charm even better.
The so-called unapproachable Snow Prince on campus had melted the barrier around his heart for you.
The last time he thought he had feelings for someone, he was wrong. A miscalculation in his judgment because he followed feelings over logic. But everything gets thrown out the window the second he’s around you. This wasn’t the same man who could stand in front of a class to talk about the advantages of nanotechnology for more than half an hour. With his blushing cheeks and white hair to contrast, it makes a giggle bubble in your chest. His eyes flicked back up at the sound.
“ Don’t mistake my giggle as an insult.” He watched your eyes flick back and forth across his face. “You’re just looking more like the nickname I gave you.”
“Nickname?” His head tilted in your hands before you pulled them back, and Satoru almost chased the feeling.
“ Well, I started thinking that you look really similar to Cinnamonroll. White hair. Blue eyes. Now the rosy cheeks.” You spoke to him, and he puffed out his cheeks, not helping his case at all. “ He’s my favorite for a reason, even more now.” Your soft admission made him stop his pouting. It only felt right to embarrass yourself a bit.
“ When we first met, I thought you were too handsome to think about. No one usually cares that much about the girl who studies more than she goes outside or has fun. They always made it seem like it was a ‘flaw’ of my character…” Satoru could feel how your heart sped off from his hold on your wrist, nearly matching his own without trying, “ But you made me know that it isn’t. I felt comfortable and more like myself when it’s just us.” Your voice got a bit lower, trying to be honest and forward. A shortcoming of yours that you've been pushing since Satoru has been slowly inserted into your life.
“ So…” Satoru’s voice came through, eyes flicking all around your face before back at your eyes. “ How comfortable would you be if I said I wanted to kiss you, right now?” You sucked in a breath, subconsciously biting your lip, and it didn’t go unnoticed. You wanted to question it. You wanted to ask him whether he’s sure. You wanted to doubt his choices when you know he’s been nothing but honest from the start. Your lips wobbled a bit, nodding as the words came from your throat, as you only just noticed how close your faces were. “ Yes. Please, Toru.”
Satoru almost didn’t want to let you speak once he heard the words he'd been waiting to hear. Eager as he closed the gap to kiss you. It wasn’t long. It wasn’t messy. But the feeling was mutual as you pulled back for a second. Your foreheads pressed against one another as if trying to gauge what to do next. Satoru made the choice for you both, hand moving to cup your face and the back of your neck for another kiss.
It almost startled you, but you didn’t push him away. Satoru felt like everything about you smelled and tasted sweet, nipping at your lips as he hummed against them. Your hands gripped the front of his sweatshirt, trying to keep up with the fervor of Satoru. Like he was greedy, afraid that if he stopped it, all would be a dream. A sick fantasy his mind created if he were to stop. But this was real. He felt your soft lips against his, which pushed him on. Just like the weight of his body made you sink back into the couch as he hovered over your body.
When his lips pulled away, letting you both breathe and take in what had happened just that fast. Satoru looked nearly disheveled, glasses tilted a bit from the kisses. His lips were parted, panting. But his eyes were trained not on your eyes, but on your lips. He wanted to kiss you again. Satoru wanted—needed more.
“ I’m trying to be a gentleman still, but maybe I’m more depraved than I thought.” Satoru pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes to collect himself. “ Please…please don’t tell me that I have to stop? I never... felt like this before.”
Your heart stammered. This is something that you would only read about. When it came to reading, you always found the way stuff tumbled into something steamy--intimate; you enjoyed it when reading. Why not get a chance to have your own?
“ Then don’t, Toru. I don’t want you to.” Your lips met his this time, hearing the small sound of shock that came from his soft lips before he kissed you back. A hand still at the nape as the other wrapped your body closer to him, feeling your hands snake under his arms to his back, pulling him down. His sweatshirt felt too hot now, but he wouldn’t dare stop. Not when he was eating up every little sigh that left your mouth.
This felt completely different from your first time. You don’t remember feeling this excited and anxious at the same time. You tried not to roll your hips up so soon, feeling each kiss get heavier. Satoru pulled back again, this time trailing kisses from your cheek down to your throat. “ This is fine, right?” He mumbled between his kisses, feeling his tongue dart out, and your constant shuffling making your dress rise up. When his mouth touched a particular spot, your hips bucked, and a soft moan left your lips before you could stop it. Satoru kept kissing there, making you shift beneath him, finally feeling how he’s slotted between your thighs. The first buck rolled right into the growing erection, making him groan. The sound only fueled you, gaining the confidence to roll back into him.
Satoru’s lips stuttered at your neck, tentatively pressing his hips back down to make sure he wasn’t mistaken in what you wanted. Each grind down pressed further, harder into you, biting his lips when he nudged against your clit. Your eyes opened again, maybe to remind you that this was no dream and this was happening. You really were in his apartment. Satoru did confess to you. Yes, you two were dry humping on his couch. A fluttering thought made you reach to grip his shirt, a strong enough tug making him turn to you. “ I don’t want us to get caught like this by Suguru. Can we…go to your room?” You asked him, not sure what he’ll say as he buried his face in your throat, getting delirious off of your perfume. Stupid subconscious biology bullshit
His brain was on autopilot as he wrapped your legs around him tightly, arms moving to hold your body before sitting you both up, standing, and walking away in a clean motion. You almost wanted to tell him to put you down, worrying about ‘being heavy’ or something like that, but a kiss died it down. Now it really felt like one of the books you used to read.
He pushed open his door, using his foot to shut it as he walked over his bed to place you down. When Satoru pulled back, he watched you take in his space. Cool greys and small pops of color from collectibles in a corner. It gave Satoru time to take you in, eyes focused on the white dress you wore. It shaped you so well, but Satoru almost grew envious of the fabric. Clinging to your body, the only thing between him and seeing the rest of you. Sitting pretty and looking like heaven opened up to gently place you in his bed. And he was never a religious man, but after seeing your legs move under the flowy clothing, you watched him fall to his knees as if he would pray.
You almost wanted to ask him if he was okay, thinking he might have gotten lightheaded or something. Yet, his gaze said something different. His eyes were swirling with a desperation that you weren’t expecting, jumping when you felt his hand at your ankle. “ I know I’m not doing things in order, and I might not have much experience, but please, let me taste you.” His hand was traveling up your calf, eyes never leaving your face as he slowly moved his way between your thighs. “ You don’t have-”
“ I want to do this.” Satoru cuts you off, hands moving your legs to your shoulders, still waiting for you to stop him. He doesn’t dare look down to see what was at the center. Not yet. “ I need to do this, but you have to tell me. I don’t want to mess this up with you.” His eyes pleaded, and even if you weren’t just as eager as he was, you don’t think you could have said no. “ Well, I n-never had—” You felt yourself stutter, watching Satoru wait patiently, drawing patterns on your thighs.
“ You can tell me.” Satoru placed a kiss on your knee. “Be just as honest with me as I am with you.” His words made your heartbeat echo in your ears, seeing him tentatively roll your dress up higher, the upper parts of your thigh exposed for him and his hands
“We can keep going, but I never had anyone do…this to me before. I don’t know what to expect or what will feel good.” You tell him, eyes darting everywhere before realizing that he was grinning at you. A grin you're familiar with, yet shocked to see it now. “ Well, it’s a good thing I’m a man of science. Experimentation and analysis skills frame our studies. We just have to go back to basics.”
“ Go back to basics?” was the question on your mind before Satoru’s hand went for the sides of your panties, slowly pulling them down as his eyes stayed focused on your face. The flustered expression only made Satoru want to try his best, even if he hadn’t done it himself. He’s sure he can make an impression.
That’s what he said before his eyes finally looked down, breath now stuck in his throat. “ Shit…” He cursed as he saw how your pussy was bare before him; his eyes caught the small amount of wetness that had trailed down. His eyes zoned in on it, and you could physically feel his stare, almost making you want to shut your legs. “ I told you that you don’t have--ah!” You tried to warn him when you felt the first swipe of his tongue. The tip snagging just some of the wetness that already seeped out, tongue swiping back to taste it again. His mouth trailed up, dragging up to your clit, and he could feel it swell and twitch to life. “ We’re gonna figure out what you like and don’t like. So I’ll need you to tell me when it feels good.”
You mumbled out a response, but that was before you really were forced to pay attention to him. Your arms propped beneath you to watch him. You could only see the white crown between your thighs, resting on wide shoulders. You felt his tongue drag between your folds again, hips bucking this time. Satoru had to muster the strength to stay focused cause god, his brain could barely function.
Satoru knew he loved sweet things, adored them. But the wetness that comes from you…from wanting him? He might have found his new craving. But he had to pay attention to every movement you make. He kept his ministrations light, teasing almost. Never too much pressure, yet your sensitivity made it feel like much more.
His mouth finally came back up to kiss your clit, sloppier than how he kissed your other lips and pulled a moan from your throat. “ Toru, th-that feels good.” You stutter to speak, feeling him continue the action till his mouth moves back to slowly press his tongue into you, groaning and sending the vibrations up your body.
It was even sweeter inside. Almost candy-like in taste as his tongue took its time savoring it. He felt his pants tighten, removing a hand from your legs to open them. He hissed into you when he first felt the cold air of his room before returning to make you fall apart. He feels like a pervert now.
You almost wanted to ask Satoru if he had done this before, because it didn’t make any sense! How could his mouth and tongue alone bring you close to having your orgasm twist in your stomach?! It doesn’t even feel like the ones you can only get with your fingers. He felt you buck into his mouth, eyes shifting up to stare at your face. Satoru’s tongue pressed in and out, feeling you squeeze whenever he dragged his taste buds against a particular spot. You caught his stare on you, flustering you more as you tried to cover his eyes. “ Don’t stare like that~”
Satoru's mouth came off of you with a wet sound, hand moving to replace it. You felt his fingers use the wetness you dripped out to smother two of his lithe fingers. His lips went back to your clit as his fingers slowly pressed into you. It was a welcoming stretch, hand nearly reaching to grab at his hair. The hesitation left the second he pressed a wet kiss to your clit, the same time his fingers rubbed the spots that made you squeeze him. A moan left his throat at the tug, making him speed up some more.
His tongue still came back to taste what you had leaking down his fingers and wrist; any chance he gets to taste it, he will. “ I can’t get enough of this.” His voice muffled and incoherent in your ears, unable to ignore the sticky sounds from between your legs and the wet kisses Satoru keeps leaving on you. It felt indecent. It made you want to hide from it all. But gosh, is it an addictive feeling. So addicting, you found your hips rolling into his awaiting mouth. And you saw the way his glasses were falling, a look of depravity as you used him. Even his glasses fogged a bit from the heat that fueled you both.
Your mouth stuck open, chest heaving as you felt the warm build up in your belly. You tried to focus on it, knowing you’d cry if you couldn’t reach this now. “ Toru pleaseᝰ.ᐟ I’m so close!” Your lips wobble as you tell him, hearing his hum and feeling his finger curl upwards. Your back arching off the bed as Satoru used his free hand to splay across your belly, pressing down as if to make you feel where he was touching and keep you still. His fingers are fast and precise, just like anything the campus’s Snow Prince does, study-wise. He was sure. He was thorough. He was just waiting for the results of his hard work.
Satoru knew that you were there. He could practically taste it. “ Please, I need this.” He muffled between licks and sucks. He had to practically pull you down to his mouth since your hips tried to run from the feeling. “ Give me this. I need this.” He begged, curling his fingers more as his mouth wouldn’t leave your clit. He sucked hard, tongue moving swiftly to flick over, and you swore it only took more of that. Toes curling behind his head, body thrown into the throes of your orgasm that made Satoru hold you down. His mouth moved fast, needing to taste your release on his tongue, working you over the aftershocks as his fingers finally slowed down.
Your legs fell from his shoulders as he stood, twitching from the feeling left in your body. You opened your eyes to see that Satoru was cleaning his fingers in a way that made him look like he had fallen into hedonism. Only focused on your taste on his fingers, making sure he didn’t miss a spot, not even his wrist. But your eyes kept flicking down, only now seeing his cock out and twitching every time he tasted you again. It made your belly churn again, your throat suddenly parched as words were lost.
“ Did-“ Satoru’s voice sounded different, deeper than usual, and drawing your attention back, “ Was that okay?” He leaned back down, hovering over you, and you could feel it graze against your leg. “ I tried to listen to you, but I think I started to indulge all on my own.”
You had to gather your voice, still shaky as you couldn’t face him with a sticky chin. “ It was more than okay. It was amazing. You really set a standard.” You felt his lips go to your neck again, placing more sweet kisses, and as his hands pushed down the straps of your dress. “ Good, but there’s another thing that I need to know.” His hands paused before your own, covering his, pushing it down, and slowly guiding it off. You weren’t as nervous, but you gained a small boost of confidence as his eyes stared. “ How far am I allowed to go today? Granted, I would be okay staying between your legs for hours.” His breath fanned your chest, placing kisses around your areola before opening his mouth.
His tongue rolled your nipple around, eyes never leaving yours as you realized the question he asked still hung in the air. “ You can keep going.” Your voice came out shaky when he sucked, and your hips rolled up. “ I don’t want this to stop.” Your admission made him move closer, hips pressing closer, and you felt it rub at your mound. Pre-cum smearing against your skin as he toyed with your nipple, sucking hard before letting go with a pop. His mouth trailed over to the other, “ Are you sure?” You could feel him lowering himself down, arms wrapping your legs around his hips.
You knew you could stop it. Knew nothing had to go this far. But you knew you would regret it. You wanted to be with Satoru like this, and by the way your leg pulled him in, Satoru didn’t doubt your feelings. His heart was beating fast when he felt the wetness coat his tip, swiping back and forth as his mouth sucked on your other nipple. He could probably hear your own beating heart when he does that first press inside. His face turned, glasses shifting as he pants at your tightness. The stretch made you whine, feeling him keep going as you heard him mumble. “ Fuck--this is…” Satoru’s voice was strained, stopping halfway as he crawled back up your body towards your face. He tried to go for your neck, but you turned his face, kissing him deeply, and you felt him twitch inside.
Satoru was holding you close, pulling his hips back just enough before rolling back down. He thought just tasting you was addictive. Satoru knew sex was for reproduction, helping create offspring in most species, but he gets why humans are in the minority there. It felt too fucking good. He pulled away, just to snatch off his sweatshirt, thoughts chopped and screwed. “ Tell me if I’m doing too much.” Satoru barely got it out between kisses, hips already finding a rhythm and hearing your moans get swallowed by his lips.
You were almost overwhelmed, feeling him roll his hips deeper each stroke, forcing out sounds from you that you had never heard before. Sounds you had to get used to hearing when he finally pulled away from your lips to stare at your face. Your glasses hung on your nose, your brows furrowed, and your mouth opened. Satoru thinks he hasn’t seen anything better. Then his eyes flicked down, sitting up more, and he started to watch how he slipped more of himself inside. “ You really are pretty all over.” Satoru mumbled, hearing the wet sounds echo in his room, and he wanted to hear more of that.
Your hand went to cover your mouth, feeling your voice grow louder as his hips slammed harder into you. “ This is bad.” His arms pushed your legs open and wider, your dress gathered around your belly as your knees were closer to your head. The stretch was different, deeper, and grazing a spot that had your hands fanning over his naked chest. Eyes transfixed and unable to focus on anything else; another sinful distraction.“ It’s just swallowing me up.” He used his weight to keep you there as his hips now slammed down into you. It pulled a sweet sound from you, as you grabbed at whatever it could reach. “ Toruᝰ.ᐟ” You weren’t sure what to say, so wrapped up in the pleasure that you couldn’t articulate anything.
The slapping sound from skin hitting skin, your cries and pleas spilling out with mixes of his name. Gojo Satoru was losing it. If he stared at your face for too long, he might not last as long as he was hoping to.
Your head hit the sheets, feeling the way his dick curved into you with each stroke. Satoru cupped your face, forehead pressed against yours, unable to look away. “ So pretty. You're doing so good for me.” Satoru's eyes stayed glued to yours, noses and glasses bumping together. His lips slammed back against yours, just as harsh as his hips. Your tummy twisted again with each thrust, “ Toru, I’ll cum again~ᥫ᭡” Your words jumbled as you tried to speak past kisses. It’s like he didn’t care, pistoning away into you and expecting you to take it. This one had no warning, a whine getting muffled when his hips stuttered. He felt the way your walls convulsed around him, forcing him to stop with how you squeezed him.
Satoru pulled out of you first before he released your lips, letting you breathe and gather yourself. You felt him remove your dress fully, placing kisses all along your skin and leaving you bare for him as he climbed into bed after moving your body.
Now his chest was pressed against your back, feeling his hand shift your left leg to ease himself back into you. You felt his arm wrapped around your body as his face buried into the side of your neck, your hand going through his hair. “ I’m sorry, you feel so good.” Satoru kept talking, rolling his hips into you and placing kisses on whatever skin he could touch. “ Staring at you is too much. You just fill my head up.”
Each confession that spilled from his lips made you slowly press back into his thrust. “ You don’t-” Your lips wobbled, body buzzing with sensitivity as you listened. But his grip grew tighter, moving his lips right by your ear, “ You heard me. I could barely study beca--shit-- because I can only think of your face.” Satoru nipped at your ear, his hips barely pulling out as he tried not to get hooked on the sticky sound coming from between you two.
You were so wet, and his mind only grew muddled as he kept going. “ But your body…” His voice trailed, hands speaking the words that didn’t leave. They touched everything from your breast to your belly, to your thighs, and your hips. Palms heavy and dragging with a weight all while his mouth stayed by your ear, “ It plagued me the most. Even your damn perfumes had me going crazy.”
You tried to cling to all of his words, but after two orgasms and feeling him ruin you in such a way, you didn’t think it was possible. He wasn’t even thrusting into you roughly, but with your sensitivity high and his words heated, you were melting in his touch. You're not used to such honesty, such pleasures. It only made you press against him harder, hearing a groan that sounded just as pretty as he looked. “ Keep squeezing me like that, Baby, please!” The pet name flew easily from his lips, his hips almost stuttering when you did. His voice got higher, pants turning into whines. Nothing logical came from his head now as he wouldn’t stop his nonsensical babble.
“ Please. Let me--inside! ” It didn’t make sense at first, in between the sloppy kisses he gave your neck, swearing they’ll be marks later on to find. His hips barely pulled out again, getting wrapped up in your body, and with his nose pressed so deep in your neck, he swears he’s drunk off of you. Mouth trailing back to your ear, “ Can I…cum inside? Pl-please don’t make me pull out.”
It was a selfish request, and Satoru knew it. But all he could do was ask. Begging by your ear, and suddenly his hips found a boost of energy, rolling your bodies to where you were on your stomach, flat against the bed. The depth never changed, but you were back at his mercy. The sheets offered little to no comfort from Satoru’s crazed pace.
Arms wrapped around your body, as if he were any farther, he’ll physically be pained. The skin-slapping sound only stirred his thoughts, his voice sounding more like a whine as he got so wrapped up in how you felt. “ Baby, please.” Hips rolling deep, and you swear his tip nudged deeper than before. “ I’ll do anything for you, I promise.” Getting lost in the way he looked down to see how you cream around him, something he didn’t think would turn him on to make him spiral. “ I should have gotten a condom, but I..I couldn’t wait anymore.” Satoru was talking to himself at this point, your moans muffled by the pillow beside you.
Your body felt electric, currents of pleasure shocking your oversensitive body. You weren't used to that feeling of overstimulation. Your brain felt like it was floating, treading into an area that had Satoru losing himself in your pussy. “ I need this, please.” Satoru pulled your head up, hips flushed against your ass, and only his lips silenced your whines. The kiss was messy. Drool creeping down the sides of your lips that Satoru’s tongue damn near swiped for himself. Every part of you was just sweet to him! Mouths barely meshed together as Satoru begged against your lips, “ I need my answer, Baby. Don’t tease me like this.” Satoru’s voice nearly sounded normal, but more like the restraint made him simmer. He knows what he wants, but until you say something, he’ll keep himself in limbo.
You wanted to think straight. To give Satoru a logical response to clear both of your depraved thoughts. But with how Satoru fills you up and makes you feel, why can’t you be risky for once?
Your head nodded, and Satoru huffed at you, “ Please…Tell me what you want from me?” His tone softened, biting his lip when you spasmed around him. “ I’ll pull out if you tell me to.”
“ I…” Your voice wobbles, hips pressing back into him. “ Stay inside, but…” Satoru heard your hesitation, hands massaging your sides, coaxing the words out, “ Can we face each other again when we…” It was almost embarrassing to admit, but you wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see you. What kind of face would he make when he topples over the edge of pleasure?
Satoru’s voice almost gets caught in his throat, but you heard his hum and the follow of his hips moving. He tried to be careful, feeling how close he was to cumming then and there. Every pull back felt harder to do, and he let out a shaky breath when he finally pulled out of you. You looked over your shoulder, seeing the mess you caused, and you almost didn’t believe it. His hands are gentle as he moves you to your back, your eyes watching him fill up the space between. Your hands reach to wrap around his neck, pulling him back for a kiss before guiding him into you like he never left.
Satoru knew he wasn’t gonna make it for too long. He nearly came when pulling out of you, so now, having your lips on him again before parting for air, staring back up at him? He’ll crumble soon.
Foreheads pressed against another, his arm wrapping your leg around his hip as he rolled into you. There weren’t many words said anymore. As much as all the words that you or Satoru could say, there wasn’t a need to. A shade of blue meets a shade of brown in a melted pool that whirled you both into each other. Pants mixed into each breath, hips bucking and sloppy just like the mess that stained both your thighs and the sheets. You saw his glasses barely hanging on, your hands moving slowly to take them off his face. Satoru watched you place them far off the side of the bed, adding yours along with them. Satoru said nothing, just chasing that feeling that’s making his thighs tremble. “ Just a bit more…” Satoru panted out, eyes flicking around your face. Curls are sticking out and starting to frizz from the friction and sweating. Lips looking swollen from all of the kisses.
And yet, you were still so gorgeous to him. With it feeling mutual on your end as well.
His bangs had stuck to his forehead, mirroring yours. His cheeks flushed like before, but stretched to his ears. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were almost closed at this point. Just mumbles tumbling out as he felt himself on the edge. His closed eyes missed how you reached up, lips finding his neck and making his hips stutter. Whether kisses or your tongue, it made Satoru pull you in closer, making it hard to fight against the ache that the overstimulation gave you. But it wouldn’t take Satoru much longer. Your lips and pussy were too much for him, jumbled excuses coming out along with the way he suddenly cummed inside.
Hips pressing close, bottoming out in shaky breaths as he felt your warm walls squeeze him, dick pumping whatever he could give. This feeling without a condom was warm, filling you up in a way you shouldn’t have liked so much. Even feeling each pulse of him emptying himself deep inside of you made you squeeze him.
His body cages yours, lips placing sweeter kisses as your fingers card through the hair at his nape. Silence helped with your breathing, not wanting to ruin the moment. Satoru tried to move away from you, but the leg he had wrapped around him had pulled him right back. He turned to look at you, “ What are you--”
“ Stop rushing to move from me. Let’s stay here for a second.” You told him, arms wrapping around his shoulders. Satoru honestly didn’t want to argue about it. He was only rushing for you. He lay his head right back against your shoulder, arms wrapping around you and making you giggle. Your perfume still lingered on, nearly lulling him in. “ I wasn’t terrible, was I?”
“ You were great, Toru. I promise.” You answered him, fingers still playing with his hair, and it only made him grow sleepier.
“ So..we can do this again? The date too! I just--” Satoru almost worked himself up, but the way your fingers grazed your scalp made it dwell, “ As long as I can spend time with you, I’ll be satisfied.”
“ I feel the same way.” You answered, feeling yourself grow tired from the day and his weight on your body. Your fingers slow down like Satoru’s breathing; both of you ended up dozing off in the mess of your pleasures. Whatever problems arise afterward shouldn’t be an issue for two geniuses like yourselves.
I had started writing my Sukuna Song fic and I blinked at we already at 6.5k and counting lmao. I swear the random burst of energy I get for writing sometimes be amusing
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Every time I put out some other work, now matter what, my brain always going back to " So what can I write about Toji /Sukuna next?" lmao. They just my easiest and favs to write sue me
Kento was the first one to notice it. There was a sweet scent in the air.
There was no candle or incense burning. No air freshener was sprayed. Not even a plug-in. He couldn’t figure it out as he made his morning coffee. His one roommate wasn’t home from his night job yet, and the other was still asleep in their room. Even the freshly roasted coffee beans couldn’t knock the scent out of his nose.
It was Saturday morning. Kento usually took his time on days off like today, making breakfast while sipping his coffee and watching one of the TV shows he missed during the week in the living room. A morning ritual he’s been able to keep even when you and Renji were around. Even though Kento could still do it now, the new addition was this scent that made it uncomfortable to sit and focus. He felt antsy, and Kento had better control over himself than this. So today shouldn’t have been different. The only thing that it had to be was that damn scent.
He heard the locks move around before Kento heard the door open and close. He was already looking at the man’s back, mug in hand, as Renji dropped off his keys. When the redhead turned around, Kento watched his face shift for a split second. A deep inhale and exhale with a shake of his head, “ Did you spray something?” Renji asked, eyes looking at him. Kento took a sip of his mug before placing it back on the coffee table. “ No, but I’ve been smelling it since I woke up this morning.”
“ Was it here last night when I left?”
“ If it was, I was asleep.”
Renji huffed, mumbling something about his head as he was heading off to the bathroom, wanting to shower after a long shift. He was too distracted by the sudden candied smell to know that you were already inside.
You kept staring at the empty pill bottle, upset that your prescriptions got delayed, and now you were on day 3 without your suppressants. Never did you think everyone’s warnings and precautions would ring true. Living unmated with not one, but two alphas was like throwing raw meat into the lion's den. But they just weren’t some random men that you didn’t know. These were long-term friends. Both Renji and Kento have seen the good, the bad, and everything in between, and vice versa.
They were supposed to just be good friends to you, no matter the fleeting looks you would give them around the flat. Renji’s tattoos are always on full display when he’s off and home. Kento has always been the sweetest, guiding you out of the way by your waist or lower back so he can pass by. Renji teases you just to get under your skin. Kento bringing you one of your favorite pastries from the bakery you both like.
But now, with the suppressants wearing off, you realize just how strong their scents were. You’ve been living in the flat long enough for their scents to be deeply embedded in the walls and shared spaces.
Even the bathroom had smothered your senses with them both, hating how your thighs pressed together. “ How much longer do I have to wait?” You asked yourself quietly, not hearing the footsteps to the door. Renji opened the bathroom door and was just as shocked to see you there. “ Oh my bad. I'll wait.” Renji was already stepping out as you were stuffing the jar in your hoodie pocket. “ It’s fine. I was just leaving.”
Your eyes stayed low, afraid to look in his face when his scent was now strong and fresh. You walked past him, shoulders brushing against one another as you tried to head to your room. That’s when the scent hit Renji’s nose again. Sweet and oh so delectable. He almost purred, but it made his eyes stare at your figure. He shook his head, stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door before looking down. “ The hell?” The sudden erection confused him, even as he stripped out of his clothes and turned on the shower.
Kento almost missed you, catching you slipping back into your room. “ I made some breakfast for you and put it on the side.” You almost jumped at his voice, slowly turning and mustering up a smile. “ I’ll eat soon, I promise. I haven't had much of an appetite.” You tell him and see the small knit in his brows and the frown on his lips. He instantly walked closer, one hand grabbing your wrist gently to pull you in while the other pressed against your forehead. “ Are you feeling ill? Is that why you’ve been sleeping in?”
Kento’s scent was different from Renji’s. His scent lulled you in, making you lean on the softness of his palm. You wanted to speak and say something. Tell the man that you were fine and just tired. But when he leaned into your space to eye your face, you were on edge. His scent was stronger, probably because of his concern for you. “ At least, let’s get you some tea.” He spoke again, taking your silence as an answer. You're usually up and yapping away to either of them. Sleeping close to noon and silent? Something’s wrong.
A gentle tug pulls you away from your room, your only safety net. Now you were getting swarmed with their scents again in the shared space, legs barely moving correctly. Kento’s head shook, smelling the sweet scent again as he searched for a tea you would drink. He didn’t even realize he was still holding your hand as his back was towards you, facing the cabinets. “ What symptoms are you having?” Kento asked, while your head started spinning. You still couldn’t answer, like a lump was in your throat and made it hard to speak. Breathing was more of a strain, as all your body could do was be forced to smell your friends' scents. Finally, you notice just how delicious their scents could be.
Kento felt your face pressed against his back. He was going to speak when he heard you inhale and sigh. He simply froze, unsure what to do as your nose pressed further. “ I’m sorry.” You mumbled, feeling your thighs press tighter to stop yourself.
This is bad. You have to move away from him, or you’ll embarrass yourself even more. You pushed off of him, his grip loose from your sudden actions as you tried to leave the kitchen. Your legs are much weaker than before, probably from the deep inhale of Kento’s scent that you took. The blonde couldn’t ignore it now. The tooth-rotting sweet scent that was driving him crazy trailed from you in waves. His throat grew a bit parched as he followed you, legs catching up to you in a few strides. Kento’s hand reached for you again, pulling you back to face him.
The words caught in his throat as he stared at you, the sugary scent fogging his mind, “ Your suppressants?” Kento’s voice shouldn’t have done damage to your body as it did, praying he couldn’t smell it. You can’t continue to live together if he can smell how badly he is affecting your senses. But that was a feeble thought when Kento smelt it the second it happened, and he swallowed a sudden growl that bubbled in his chest. He’s usually in so much control, yet his handle on it seems frail this morning.
“ Sorry. They were delayed, and I ran out.” Your tone almost sounds pained. The longer you stood in Kento’s scent without any action to follow, an ache bloomed in your belly. Your hands grabbed at his forearms, and your head hung low. “ Never realized how good you two smell--” You silenced yourself, pushing yourself away from him. “ Just let me isolate myself until it gets here.” Your back was turned to him, hoping to just walk away and call it that. That’s what you both were expecting to happen.
But Kento’s body wouldn’t let that happen.
You quickly found yourself caged in by your supposed friend, feeling the heat radiate off his body against your back. The only thought filling in the silence was the shower from their other roommate and friend. Kento still didn’t know what he was doing as he leaned down into your space. His nose pressed right into the exposed part of your throat, and he gave a deep inhale. A stupid mistake. The smell goes straight below the belt, groaning into your skin. You couldn’t move. You didn’t want to move, and your body wouldn’t allow it either. You actually turned your head to let him sniff more. A hand had gone to steady you at your waist, pressing more into the scent as Kento sandwiched you between him and the wall.
Your hips pushed back, pressing into his front, and you heard the low growl leave his lips. He pressed you closer to the wall, his hips grinding against you for a split second before he gathered himself. You were his friend. Even if you weren’t, he always had better self-control. But your hips wouldn’t stop moving, rolling back into him to feel what you just felt before.
Your brain couldn’t care about your dignity at this point, not when your omega was melting at your first bit of action in years. The suppressants nearly made you weaker than a beta, never experiencing heats or symptoms with them as an omega. So after being off of them for the first time in forever, your body was sensitive to it all. “ Kento~ help me~” You whined, rolling your hips more and feeling his hips press back and pull a sound from you both.
Your scent spiked, making his dick harden in his pants. But your needy humps didn’t fix it.
He could have walked away. Could have just let you walked to your room instead of being so concerned. But now, you’re begging him for his help. Was he just supposed to tell you no?
He turned you back around, your back touching the wall as he wrapped your legs around him. It startled you when he bent down to squat and lift you up into his sturdy arms. His mouth went to the spot where your scent was the strongest, placing kisses there as his erection pressed right into your center. Your shorts did nothing to hinder the feeling of him nudging you. Your arms were tangled around his head and shoulders, more concerned with trying to feel him grind against your clit than the shower turning off.
Renji tried to dry his hair the best he could, just thankful that his erection had subsided before he had to step out to face either of you. That scent still lingered in the bathroom, and Renji just hoped his bedroom would bring him the peace he needed after a tedious shift. His hand went to the doorknob, barely cracking it open when his senses got saturated with that damn scent again! It felt like it was way stronger now, pulling a groan from his throat as he held himself up with his other hand on the doorframe. Now his ears picked up on sounds from the hallway, peeking out with blown-out eyes.
Kento braced himself against the wall, while his other arm was still holding your hips. He used that arm to pull you into his hips, grinding into you as he couldn’t pull himself away from your neck. You didn’t even want him to pull away when your eyes looked back when another appetizing scent hit your nose. You saw Renji standing in the hallway, unable to make any decision other than to stare. But you could smell the way Renji’s scent rolled off of him, and your omega grew eager. The blonde growled again, hand gripping the wall as he fought not to bite. He turned his head to see his friend as well.
Usually, he would have been bashful. Apologizing for a display like this, even if it’s his friend of many years. But any kind of logic was cloudy and muddled to all hell. It had to be when the next few words came from his lips. “ She needs our help. That sweet scent we’ve been smelling was her.” Kento pants, releasing your wobbly legs back to the ground as Renji’s legs moved on their own. His scent pulls you in, similar to Kento’s. Shaky steps push you towards him, his arms catching you as you press your face into his naked chest. “ You smell good, too.” You whined, arms reaching up to pull him down towards your height.
Your nose pressed right into his neck and inhaled, thighs pressing together as Renji gasped at the action. You and Renji have been close, but you’ve never touched him like this. Always trying your hardest not to trigger their secondary gender with little to no problems. But this? He doesn’t know why he’s gone this long without having you do something like this. Renji’s eyes looked up and saw Kento watching, an obvious tent in his pants that Renji mirrored under his towel.
Self-control slipping by the second as the words come out, your lips pressed against his neck. “ Are you sure? Do you really want it to be us?” Renji asked, but his arms were pulling you in. His head turned to the side, letting you scent him again and again. He found himself eager , loving how his body craved your touch. Like something he never knew he needed. “ If you tell us no now, I’ll leave for a week or two.”
You whined, like you were pained. Your arms pulled him in, forcing him to stay close. “ Don’t leave me alone!~” You sounded like you were gonna cry, eyes already teary at the idea of being left alone. “ Both! I need both of you, please!”
You were begging, and that’s not something you do. You usually deal with things on your own and figure them out. But this? You didn’t want to figure this out alone without them. Not this time.
Your shaky hands pulled at Renji, guiding him towards your bedroom. When you looked back, you still saw Kento and reached for the blonde too. Both of the men eyed each other once more, getting pulled through the threshold of your bedroom for a foreign reason.
A reason neither of them thought would happen, no matter how long they were friends. Both men thought the three of you would stay the same, oddly functioning trio. Even as all of you grew up, it was supposed to stay like that, right? But now the same girl who saw them through weird haircuts and crazy life changes was trying to strip the blonde out of his clothes. “ Wait a minute—” Kento tries to slow down your shaky hands, pulling at the shirt he threw on. Your wrists were grabbed in one strong hand, feeling Kento give a small tug to have you focus back on him. “ Wait.” It wasn’t a suggestion when the word came from his lips. It halted you, making you whine when you felt Renji’s hands grab at your waist. “ We told ya we’ll help, and you’re still impatient.”
His hands pulled at your hoodie, tugging at your body and watching the empty bottle hit the floor. His mouth leaned down to your neck, nipping the skin while his hands stayed at your waist, trailing up slowly towards your chest, and your knees buckled. Kento still held your arms up and above your head, all while feeling Renji’s hands tease you. “ There’s no need to rush when we have time.” Kento reminded you, releasing your wrist so Renji could move you towards the bed.
Renji hovered over you, staring at your lips. Almost like that was the only thing stopping him from really losing himself. He just didn’t want to ruin anything. “ Last chance before I lose myself here,” Renji asked, trying to keep his eyes glued to your face, making sure he doesn’t misread anything. He moved closer, his hand gripping your face when you nod. That’s when you felt Renji’s lips on you for the first time that night, and you both sighed. Like the kiss eased some sort of heat between you two. Your hands trail to his neck, pulling him in closer, and the feeling of his weight on you makes you thirst for more. You didn’t know each kiss and touch could feel this good while in heat. Have you gone this long without experiencing this? Crazy work.
When Renji’s lips moved to trail back to your neck, inhaling wave after wave of your scent, Kento turned your head towards him. A big enough pause for a silent question that another nod answered. Kento’s kiss was more impatient, something unfamiliar to the man you knew. All while feeling Renji slowly inch his hands lower, like he was taking his time despite feeling the same. The hoodie was unzipped in the front, heavy palms happy to feel no bra, and gave a squeeze.
Kento swallowed the sound you made, using the time to press his tongue inside, and it made you buck. You had no time to think when another mouth yanked the tank top out of the way. Lips wrapping around a nipple and rolling his tongue around it, hearing you moan into Kento’s mouth. His hand went to your throat, giving the smallest squeeze to stop your squirming and to focus on kissing him back. He could barely comprehend why he was acting in such ways. But he also realized that he doesn’t care.
Especially not when your scent is getting sweeter by the second. Reminds him of something from the bakery you two frequent, a warm puff pastry with cream and sweet fruits. Something he wanted to taste and devour again and again.
Renji felt the same way, sucking and licking away at your chest to hear every sound he could. Feeling you buck when he tugged at your nipple with his teeth. Renji pulled away, fingers toying with your nipple as his other hand went to the shorts that seemed to be in his way. “ I wanna know what all of you taste like.” He brought both hands down and gave a harsh tug to get them off your plush thighs, along with your panties. A sound bubbled in the back of his throat, something similar to a grunt, when he got a chance to be at the source of your sweetness.
Hesitation nowhere to be found as he grabbed your legs and pressed them towards your chest, mouth already parted before he even got close. No warning when his lips kissed your clit, feeling it twitch and pulse under his touch. His hand kept your pussy spread open for him, with Kento’s body adjusting to hold open your legs. He heard your hushed sounds, arm reaching closer to force your head down, “ You have to focus. You need to get the full experience of what a heat is like for a sweet omega like you.”
No one could even question the words coming out of Kento, not when Renji had decided to move his mouth lower to press his tongue into you. His nose bumped into your clit with each movement of his head, bucking closer to his mouth. Renji’s brown eyes looked up at you, groaning when he felt your slick land on his taste buds. His tongue had pressed into different spots, seeing which stroke of his tongue caused you to buck and squirm.
You could feel something hot press against your back, all while lips placed kisses and small sucks to your throat. Kento was more talkative than usual, stuck by your ear as his eyes were locked to the same place you were looking at. “ Make sure you tell him what feels good.” A kiss to your temple, something so soft in comparison to your surroundings. Renji’s eyes were closed, dragging his tongue out to glide over your folds. Sloppily kissing up to your clit before sucking it hard with a shake of his head.
Your legs tried to close, but the blonde behind you tsked. “ Renji, do that again.” Kento looks past you, staring at his friend when Renji shakes his head again, with a suck on your clit. More dripped out and coated his chin, a growl coming from his throat whenever his tongue would seep back down. Renji could barely get enough, mouth moving down to taste everything you gave him.
Kento stared, almost like he wanted to take Renji’s spot, yet a different idea came into his mind. Kento leaned forward, moving your body with him as you watched his hand wrapped in Renji’s hair. The sudden grip on his scalp, pulling a sound from Renji’s throat that he wasn’t expecting. None of you were. “ Stick out your tongue.” Kento had told him, pulling him closer as if there were space. Renji’s tongue was pressed against your slit, your eyes watching the blonde move his head up and down, your hips almost following the movement. “ Ken, what are you-”
“ Hush and focus.” His voice was sharp and directed at you. “ I want to watch you fall apart with his mouth.” Kento didn’t recognize himself, nor could he understand why he had a sudden fixation on watching Renji pleasure you. He doesn’t know why he had to control the exact way Renji’s tongue glides against your soaking core. Let alone, why was Renji letting him get away with it to begin with?
Maybe your taste was clouding his judgment, just enjoying the way you started to use his mouth to get off. His towel has long since slipped off, idle hand moving to stroke himself in time with your hips. Even when Renji pressed his tongue back inside, Kento still used his grip to push and pull Renji into you. “ Please, just like that!~” You moaned, hands grabbing at a forearm that’s holding you down. “ I’m right there.” You weren’t lying. Renji’s tongue kept moving, pressing into all the right spots that made your body shake with excitement.
Kento moved Renji’s head faster against you, keeping him in the exact spots he wanted him. From sucking at your clit all the way to tongue fucking you and tasting your sweetness. Renji’s senses were already a mess. He’s gone through his heat fine and been around other omegas, but this? Oh, your scent was driving him mad!
Renji’s mouth came back to your clit, mouth moving sloppy and fast. Your moans topple over wobbly lips, hip bucking when Renji’s suck again, finally falling apart for the first time of the night. Renji’s mouth moved on his own, going against the grip in his hair to taste what you dripped out. The taste goes straight south, and he feels himself twitch in his hand.
You were trying to focus again, feeling Kento move your body as he leaned forward. “Let me get a taste,” Kento asked, still using the hand that had a firm grip in his hair to pull Renji’s face up to meet him. You watched Kento turn Renji towards him, mouth moving to slot against his in a kiss Renji wasn’t expecting. Renji hummed, feeling his own mouth move against his as he shared your taste. The kiss wasn’t long; both pulled away soon after, and the grip in Renji’s hair was gone. Both of them stared at one another before Renji turned his head to look back at you. A boyish look on his face as you now noticed the wet chin and lips, despite how much Kento tried to clean with his tongue. “ You wanna have a taste too?” Renji asked, barely giving you a chance to respond as he pulled you into his space, mouth pressing into yours as you kissed him back. His kiss was as sloppy as his mouth on your pussy, making you buck into nothing the longer I went on. “ I need to have more of you two.”
Everyone was shifting around until you had them both back in your bed. You made Kento lie down on his back before they both watched you swing your leg over his upper body. He sucked in a breath, finally seeing the aftermath of Renji’s efforts. Thighs sticky and glistening in spit and your release, and suddenly Kento was parched. Eyes so zoned in on the hole that kept twitching for attention, he almost missed the feeling of your hands touching him. You eased him out of his pants, grateful for the drawstring as his hips raised to let you pull his pants down to his thighs. The same heat that was grinding against your core was now twitching in your face, making your mouth water as you placed kisses at the tip. It was all you did, kissing up and down his length, tongue peeking out to tease, and hearing the deep growl that radiated through his chest. “ I don’t have the patience for teasing.” Kento grunts, “Don’t play with your food.”
It’s like his words held magic in them, your mouth opening to take the tip past your lips, swirling your tongue as you take more into your mouth. Renji was kneeling on the bed beside your head, a hand reached up to stroke his length, and his hips bucked into your soft palm. Was the angle awkward? Yeah, it was. But the sounds you were pulling from them were all the motivation you would need. You tried to tune into each pant and groan pulled, noting what makes them tick and spasm as Kento brought your hips firmly down on his greedy mouth. A moan muffled when Kento mirrored Renji’s moves, tongue pressing and swirling inside as he only seemed to grow inside of your mouth.
His hands kept you spread open, not wanting to miss a single spot as you took more of him down your throat. “ Atta girl! Keep it up.” Renji grinned, hips thrusting into your hand as he reached for you. His mouth pulls you off towards his, tip pushing past spit-covered lips as he treats your mouth the same way he treated your hand. Your jaw relaxed as your tongue slipped out, looking up to stare back at the scarlet-haired man. It almost felt like he sped up the second you stared back, like a challenge to see who would give in.
Soon, your head moved without Renji, making you grind your hips down onto Kento’s face, and your nose was smacked with the scent of citrus and something muskier. It only made you grind harder into his mouth as you bobbed, still reaching for his length to not exclude him. But Kento didn’t care, not when he was getting smothered by your plush thighs and your pussy drowning him.
And it wasn’t even an exaggeration at the slightest. Kento’s mouth and chin were drenched already, tongue barely getting a break or coming up for air. He didn’t need air when his senses were getting overwhelmed by you. He didn’t think he could get this hard from tasting you, yet his dick stood tall in your palm. Renji looked down, seeing how much of your attention he stole. His hands grabbed at your head, pulling you off completely with spit connecting between. “ We both started enjoying ourselves a bit. Let’s make sure Kento gets the same treatment. He’s been patient too.”
The blonde barely listened, but he did feel your mouth take him back down into your mouth, sighing at the feeling. You still felt Renji’s hands guide you up and down, making sure you took more each time you came back down. Kento felt more and more of himself fit into your mouth, making the movements with his mouth slow as he gets wrapped in the tight heat that’s your throat. His head pulls away, groaning as he feels your head bob.
Renji and Kento were close in length, but there was some girth at the base, making your jaw stretch in a way you weren’t prepared for. But Renji was starting to think for you anyway. “ C'mon, Ken. Use that throat of hers.” Renji watched the man’s legs bend underneath you, Renji’s hand keeping your mouth in place when Kento first thrusted up. You gagged a bit, still trying to stay there as Kento fucked up into your mouth like he would die without it.
Spit dripped out of your mouth and down Kento’s length, down his pelvis and thighs to reach the bed. Even with all the experience he had, he’s never had oral this sloppy, this messy. But, oh, does Nanami Kento and his wolf love every second of it. “ Like that…” Kento panted out, hips thrusting up fast before he pulled his mouth back on your pussy. “ God, keep sucking me like that.”
Renji had shifted his hands, one still holding your head in place as the other dipped between, hands tentatively touching the heavy balls that swung from each thrust. Hips stuttered when he felt the second hand, much larger than yours, massaging him, and Kento couldn’t keep thrusting at the combination. Kento tried to go back to pleasuring you, wanted to get a taste of you cumming on his tongue, but gosh, you made it difficult. You both did. But he didn’t want either of you to stop. Kento inhaled whatever oxygen he could take before bringing your hips back to his mouth, with a strength that startled you.
There wasn’t a need to ride his face when the man was doing it for you, dragging your pussy back on his tongue. Your moans muffled as Renji managed to finally get you to swallow the whole thing, your mouth close to his hand that was still fondling his balls. Your throat constricted too well, and with just the right press of Renji’s fingers, Kento was in a losing battle. The feeling of your throat around him and the touches from Renji, all while the scents in the room drove him past a point he doesn’t think he’ll recover from. His hips bucked once, twice before you felt cum pour straight down your throat, a groan leaving him as he still flicked his tongue.
Renji’s grip was gone, letting you come up to just the tip, trying to swallow down the sudden treat Kento gave you. The taste and the way his scent spiked made it easy for you to ride out your second orgasm, giving Kento something to drink down all the same. Renji leaned back down, hand gripping your chin, pupils blown out as he watched your eyes meet his again. “ Open up for me.” Renji’s fingers pressed into your cheek, making your mouth open as he leaned in to kiss you. Your arms came up to wrap around his tattooed neck, getting pulled off and away from the blonde, trying to catch his breath and savor the taste of your juices that still covered his lips and chin.
“ No more waiting. I can’t last any longer.” Renji kissed and nipped your lips, tasting you and Kento on his tongue as he gathered your legs in each arm before standing with you both. “ First, Ken now you?! Don’t I weigh too much?” You questioned, feeling his tip nudge right at your entrance. Renji frowned at you, as if you had insulted his pride. “There are other things you need to worry about.” Renji's grip loosened just a bit, letting your body sink down on him, “ Like trying to take all of me in.” It was a slow sink down, Renji’s eyes watching your face and trying his hardest not to thrust the rest of himself in, like his wolf wants.
The second your body started to get stretched by Renji, all things coherent were getting pushed away. Nails digging into his shoulders when he pulled out halfway to push more of himself in, and you both moaned. “ Of course, you’re tight too.” Renji grits out, holding you in place for his hips to slam up into you. Brown eyes never leave your face, too focused on how your eyes try to flutter closed. “ Renji!~” Your moan was drawn out, and each moan only fueled the man’s pride and ego, pulling your body into his hips. You leaned forward, mouth near his neck and collar, taking long inhales of his scent in your nose. A sweet smell similar to a ripe mango and something woodsy, making you whimper against his skin, all while his tip was pressing deep inside. Your walls squeezed him, only making him want to go deeper.
Kento had since moved, sitting up to watch you both as he stroked his sensitive dick, slowly growing again in his hands. Renji’s hair cascaded down his back, tattoos covered in a light film of sweat as he held a cocky grin on his face. “ You back with us, Ken?” Renji’s tone was playful, looking over his friend as his hips kept going. “ You tapped out before the real fun started.” He watched the blonde’s brows furrow at his words before Kento watched him slow down, walking you both back to the bed.
Your back touched the sheets again, feeling Renji push open your legs to get your knees closer to your head. Kento was on your left, still watching you two, but he was now listening to what Renji was saying. Renji pulled back out before slamming back in and sucks in a breath when you squeezed him. “ Might have been a good thing for you.”
Renji’s wolf couldn’t help but brag. He not only got to taste you first, but he already has you falling apart on his cock. Hands grabbing at whatever they could as your senses were buzzing. It’s like every time he goes back in, he’s pressing into a spot that feels way too good. Your poor sheets didn’t stand a chance for a heat like this. And Renji knew it after every stroke he gave. “ If you thought her throat was tight, her pussy is a vice.”
“ So what are you saying, Abarai?” Kento spoke slowly, but the tone was evident. He sat up more in bed, barely two feet apart from Renji, even as his hips didn’t stop moving. Kento kept his eyes trained on the other man, despite his hand reaching down to grope at your chest, thumb rolling around your nipple. “ I prefer when people are direct.”
Renji’s teasing almost stopped completely, sensing that there was something different about his friend of many years. He knew the man wasn’t a pushover, but he usually ignored whatever he said or dryly responded back. At most, a verbal jab that is playful in every sense of the word. But his tone wasn’t playful, yet held no malice. An enigma all of a sudden to his wolf, yet he couldn’t focus on that solely. Not when your hands tried to push at his stomach. “ Ren…slow do-mmph!~” Words dying out on his fingers, stuffing themselves inside your mouth. “ Wrong answer, lil omega.”
Drunk on your scent and still a fucking bully.
Renji’s attention was back on you, not even noticing how Kento had disappeared from the room briefly. He simply leaned back down to stare at your face, fingers pressing into your tongue as you gagged on his thick digits. His hips didn’t stop even when he felt a new wave of your wetness hit his pelvis. Renji grinned when he felt your tongue suck at his fingers, hips rolling deeper into you. “ See? Isn’t it nice when you don’t have to think?” Your head nodded in response, eyes faintly seeing Kento come back into your room. The tattooed man still paid no mind to his surroundings, fully focused on you. “ How much more do you think you can take?”
“ I wanted to ask you that too.” Kento’s voice had rung from behind him, his voice too close to his ear, and he felt a hand on his lower back. Renji’s hips stilled inside, hearing the whine that left you as a hand reached between their bodies. Fingers coating themselves with your wetness before bringing that hand back. “ The hell are you-“ Renji tried asking, feeling a sudden pressure at the back of his neck, and his body fell forward at the waist. “ Hush. You’ve done enough talking for now.” Renji felt his fingers touch somewhere he wasn’t used to. A spot he never even touched himself.
The pad of his finger circled his rim, feeling it twitch at the touch. He kept it up, using his body to keep Renji sandwiched between you both. “ Don’t stop making our omega feel good. You didn’t give up already?” Kento questioned, only to chuckle when he felt the man’s hips move again. But this time, each stroke is slow and deliberate. Kento’s finger circles a few more times before pressing one inside, and Renji audibly gasps. “ Ken—you…”
His finger moved slowly, pressing back and forth inside as Kento listened for any discomfort in his voice. It’s like Renji’s voice was stuck in his throat, cheeks only a few shades lighter than his hair. Renji twitched when he felt it press deeper, a growl coming from his throat. “ Aren’t we... supposed to take…care of her?” Renji’s voice was shakier now, feeling a second finger press in easier than he wanted to admit. Kento hummed, spotting his face peek over the redhead’s shoulder. “ Yeah, we are. But, your wolf is too mouthy for me.” Kento answered, scissoring his fingers inside and feeling the way he squeezed around him, “ But you're more respectful back here.”
“ S-shut up, asshole.” Renji grits out even as his hips push back into his hand, despite your walls clenching to keep him inside. Even when his fingers picked up more speed, you felt Renji’s dick twitch deep inside of you. The feeling made you giggle, gaining their attention again. “ He likes it a lot~ᥫ᭡” You grinned, looking at Kento, and you felt like the man knew what you were saying. Kento’s palm pressed into Renji’s back, keeping him flush with your front. “ Let’s help him like it better, hm?” His fingers pulled out slowly, tearing at the condom that he had placed nearby. He rolled it down, rubbing at his rim before he moved closer. That’s when Renji felt something nudge at him, something thicker than just some fingers. “ Kento, you know I was just teasing you, right?” Renji tried to barter, brain and body confused on whether he could even handle so much at once.
But his scent said something else. It was muddled together like your bodies, your arms reaching to wrap under his as Kento moved closer. He rubbed his tip against his rim, spit slipping down his lips, and landed between them. “ Yeah, I know you were teasing.” Kento pressed his tip closer until he felt himself slip an inch inside, his voice sounding rougher, “But some pups need a harsher lesson so they’ll know better.” He didn’t stop pressing deeper inside, your eyes glued to Renji’s facial expressions. The man was flustered to all hell; flushed cheeks, heartbeat racing from your closeness, but his scent sweetened in a way that made you press back into his throat. “ So good, Renji~ᥫ᭡ Got to have a taste before me.” You kissed him, trying to relax the man, when Kento stopped halfway, hands rubbing at his hips.
“ God---this is…” Renji tried to speak, feeling Kento pull out of him before pressing back, and his hips flexed, making him rut into you. Every thrust from Kento knocked Renji’s hips back into yours. “ Use your hips, Abarai. You have to be a good Alpha to our Omega here.” Kento talked down to Renji, feeling the man clench around him, and he resisted digging his nails into his tattooed hips. But he did move Renji’s hips along with his, just to thrust back into you, and pull moans from your throat.
Renji’s brain was going to lose it. He could practically feel each spasm coming from your pussy, squeezing and drowning him in your wetness, so that he doesn’t know where he stops or ends. But then,the feeling of Kento’s weight pressed against him as his hips sped up, pushing more of Kento’s dick inside. Being in the middle of them both while his body was being stimulated was a lot, and it was only going to get crazier. Especially when Kento bends at the knees to angle his hips, thrusting up and pulling a whimper from Renji. “ Did that hurt?”
“ Again…” Renji’s voice was barely above a whisper, his hips pressing back when he did it again, and you felt him twitch inside again. Your mouth moved to his ear, tone teasing as you nipped the shell of his ear. “ Oh cute, he found your prostate, huh?” Renji couldn’t even answer when Kento thrusts at the same spot again after noting how his scent didn’t change. He kept hitting the same spot, and Renji’s face pressed into the sheets nearby. His hips were barely pulling out of you, letting Kento be in charge of moving. Renji doesn't even think his legs would work right now if he did.
The blonde leaned forward, hips pressing him deeper, and he had to let out a shaky breath. “ Still with us, Abarai? Don’t tap out before the real fun starts.” Kento didn’t even hide the smirk on his lips, scent flaring out as he moved faster, pulling moans from both of you. His hand went back to Renji’s fiery locks, tangling a fist in them and pressing his face into the mattress more. He could only rut into you as Kento's thrusts got meaner, knocking right into his prostate so meticulously that each hit added another star behind his eyes that threatened to roll into his skull. Kento pulled his head back up. “Baby, how does our friend look now?”
Your eyes glanced up, enjoying how pretty and disheveled Renji currently looked. He was barely surviving by getting drunk off your scent, but now he looked worse for wear than you. “ Ren isn’t gonna last much longer.” You laughed lightly, pulling the man into a kiss that he slowly returned as he hummed against your lips.
“ So what do you want Renji to do? We’re supposed to make you feel good.” Kento slowed a bit, just for Renji’s hips to wiggle. You thought about it while your brain cleared for a small second. “ Doesn’t matter. Just wanna watch him fall apart when he cums.” You answered, feeling Renji move his hips forward to get inside of your pussy and then press his hips back into Kento’s hips when he pulls out.
Kento let the man move on his own, his hand still firm in Renji’s hair to keep him in your line of sight. His arms braced on either side of your body, all while his hips rutted back and forth, brain muddled and mushed into an overstimulated mess. “ FuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyou—” Renji’s words came out rushed and fast, cursing at you both for attacking him at once. But god, it was amazing. His body was buzzing, and he felt himself twitching too much now. “So close~”
“ Renji~ You're gonna let me see how bad we ruined you, right?” Your tone is giggly, too zoned in on your friend, “ You gonna cum for me in here, right?” A hand runs down to your belly, pressing where you were feeling him inside, and his hips stutter. Kento immediately picked up where he left off, slamming his hips into Renji, and he choked out a sound. A hand reached back to grab at his forearm, wanting to pull him in closer as he felt himself on the edge. “ Hit that spot again,” Renji asks, tone low like he was trying to focus on speaking coherently.
“ Act like you have manners and I will.” Kento grinned, scent flaring and pulling a sound from you both. Renji doesn’t like to fold so easily when challenged, but the man had no fight left. Not at this point. “ Ken, please~ I need to cum in her so badly.” Voice scratchy from his moans, you could see his pupils blown out and cheeks flushed to all hell. You could even see some drool slip from down his chin. “ I need this.”
Kento hums, hips picking up a speed that barely gives Renji room to adjust, “ Then let our lil omega watch how deprived you are. Cumming from getting fucked by another Alpha. How pathetic.” The comment shouldn’t have turned him on. It shouldn’t have made his hips fight to move desperately with his own. His tip knocked into his prostate a few more times before the man stills, feeling the warm spurts of his cumming while Kento fucked him through it. You watched the man get pushed into overstimulation, cum getting pushed back and forth inside until Kento finally showed some mercy.
His hand released Renji’s hair, finally letting the man’s body fall forward again. Your hands came up to rub his shoulders, feeling him shift when Kento pulled out of him slowly with a few rubs to his hips. You kissed at whatever parts of his face you could reach, mumbling praises as the man couldn’t move but so much. Yet he still used his strength to pull out of you with a hiss, dick feeling the cool air after being inside of you for so long. Felt so good that he might have to ask about cockwarming on another day.
Kento had removed the condom he wore, his dick still standing tall against his stomach. His hand was wrapped around his shaft, giving small tugs as he stared back at your messy entrance. “ I didn’t forget about you either.” When you looked at Kento. He seemed more relaxed, but there was a clear edge to him. Something you rarely even see when he comes home pissed off over a manager at work. But even in his relaxed state, with the lingering smell of citrus clouding your thoughts enough to miss how close he was to you again. His hand moved, one to cup the side of your face while the other splayed out on your tummy. “ I can’t calm down until I get another taste of you.” You leaned into his palm, scent fluttering as your thighs pressed together again. “ Then hurry up, Ken. Procrastinating doesn’t look good on you.”
He gave you a smile, a wicked one that should have let you know how depraved the man was. Especially when the soft hand switched over to your throat, leaning back to kiss you, and felt how you submitted to him. It only made him hungrier, pulling his lips away to flip you over to your hands and knees. His hands went to your waist, keeping you arched as he was able to slip inside you with no resistance.
This wasn’t the same Nanami Kento who was worried about your well-being, or at least it didn’t feel like it with how sudden his thrust became deep and crazed. Like whatever last bit of restraint had snapped off the moment he was able to finally slip into your pussy. He didn’t care if you were reaching back to ask for mercy. He didn’t care that you tried to crawl up the bed away from the deep strokes that curved into you. He didn’t even care about the pleading “ Kenᝰ.ᐟ” in between broken moans and sobs.
A growl rumbled in his chest, hand moving from your waist to the center of your back to keep you planted where he wanted you, “ Don’t run from me.” His other hand pulled you back to the edge of the bed. “I know you can last for me, right?” It was a question that you weren't even sure you could answer, yet your body spoke for you. Hips shaking and trying to press back against him, and at this point, he let out a laugh. “ You and Renji are too similar.”
The red-haired man was lying on the side, pillow under his head as he watched his friends lose themselves in the woes of pleasure. Your face was pressed into the sheets, your mouth opened, and you were begging for something that you probably didn’t even know. “ Fuckᝰ.ᐟ Kento pleaseᝰ.ᐟ”
“ Use your words.” Kento wasn’t even looking at you, eyes stuck on the mess that coated you both. From your slick to the cum that started to slip out from his crazed pace, it was like a motivation to have you fall apart one last time. “ Tell your Alpha what you need.” His words only made your body buzz, whining in response. Yet you still tried to articulate, trying to even think of the proper sentence when he was pushing you towards delirium.
His pace was something carnal even, Renji feeling how the bed moved with each thrust. Damn near bottoming out every time he pressed in, just to pull out and see himself covered in a mixture of fluids that emphasized the skin-slapping sound. Even when the words couldn’t say it, your hips still matched his greed, meeting his thrusts and pulling a groan from him. “ Doesn't make sense…” He mumbled to himself, leaning his body over yours, which only pressed him into the spots that made your toes curl. “ I feel insatiable when inside of you.”
You took in a breath, words coming out in a whine, proper thoughts gone, “ Alpha~ᥫ᭡ I want it inside too~ᥫ᭡ ” Hips wiggling more as you continued, “ Need it in the same spot Renji was at.” The blonde had to suck in a breath, feeling his sanity try to leave him in that second as the fleeting thought of knotting you flashed in his mind before shaking his head. No, not today. He’s not that selfish. “ I can do that, baby. Last a bit more for me.”
Kento mirrored Renji from before, thrusting in deep but not at the same crazy pace. But it was more than enough to get you to moan out again. Hearing the low praises and words from Kento only brought you closer; you felt your tummy twist at the thought of another orgasm. But you needed this one, not wanting it to stop until you feel it again. Lips at your shoulder, and you clenched when his tip knocks into your cervix every time. Kento made sure Renji could still see your face, almost like an olive branch from earlier. Renji watched the way you fell apart underneath the same friend who ruined them both. Even as the blonde leaned down to your ear, her eyes glanced back to the other alpha. “ Fall apart for us.”
And that is exactly what you did. Your scent becomes its sweetest as you cum around Kento, feeling his ruts inside of you with a few pants and growls mixed in. Fucking through your release as your mind blanked for a second, only moaning when you felt him cum inside of you and keeping himself bottomed out so it doesn’t spill. You felt arms wrap around your center, pulling you close before flipping to the side, facing Renji fully.
His face wasn’t a few shades from his hair color anymore. His breathing has gone back to normal, and he doesn’t look as drunk on your scent as before. He saw your hands reach out, and inched himself closer, despite still feeling sore. Which prompted him to kick the man’s leg. You heard the man behind you grumble as Renji spoke again, “So?...” He draws out, making your eyes focus on him fully, “ What are we calling this now?”
You thought over his question before giving a shrug of your shoulders, “ I mean, I’m not treating y’all any differently. But did you want it to be different?” You felt the arm around your center tighten just a bit, feeling his chin brush your shoulder. “ We can talk about it more when our heads aren’t as clouded.”
Renji huffed at the man, “ Oh? Is that why you decided to take my virginity today?” You snickered, hand covering your mouth. “ Why would you say it like that?!” You asked through giggles.
“ How else am I supposed to say it?” Renji points at you as Kento clears his throat, “ Well, you didn’t seem to hate it.” The glare the man gave was halfhearted as you pulled Renij closer, “ Anyways, there’s something more important than that right now.”
You felt both of their eyes on you, waiting for whatever else you had to say next. “ I still want some more, so don’t think I’m letting you two leave just yet.” Both men glanced at one another before both letting up a smile. A kiss was planted on your shoulder as Renji pulled at one of your arms, feeling himself get hard all over again.
“ Fine by me, but I don’t want any complaints later.” Renji grins as you feel Kento nod. “ That’s something I can agree with.”
