Rio De Maio

satoru crouches in front of you then, the hem of his hakama brushing the tatami. his hand balances loosely on one knee, the other still holding a pastel pink confection. he looks up at you from there, eyes level with yours.

“and yet, you chose little ol’ me.”

“i didn’t have much of a choice, did i?”

you flinch inwardly at how unkind it sounded, though that wasn’t your intent. it was merely the truth: it had been either satoru or the insufferable naoya zen’in, and you weren’t inclined to put yourself through avoidable misery. at that, the humour drains from satoru’s expression, replaced by a most uncharacteristic solemnity. he sighs, gaze flicking toward the shōji doors. somewhere beyond them, attendants whisper, but their voices fade to background noise.

“hey, for what it’s worth,” he smiles faintly, “from today onward, you don’t have to keep living to placate them. any of them.”

“them?”

“your clan. all that crap. whatever expectations they dumped on you,” his voice carries none of the usual levity. “that’s over. you’re under my protection now. and before you say anything—no, that doesn’t mean you owe me. you don’t have to love me. you don’t even have to like me. i just want you to have the freedom to live however you damn well please.”

without the blindfold or sunglasses, his crystalline blue eyes are phosphorescent behind the dense lattice of his pale lashes. platinum diluted into twin pools of crushed sapphire, shot through with hues that shouldn’t exist in any living creature.

“…you’re actually being serious.”

“unfortunately, yeah. don’t spread it around; it’ll ruin my rep.”

you can’t help the small smile that slips through. “noted.”

“though, if you do fall for me somewhere along the way…” his head tilts, that familiar grin finally resurfacing, “i won’t hold it against ya.”

you roll your eyes. “you were doing so well.”

“what can i say,” he shrugs, popping the wagashi into his mouth. “growth takes time.”

You think you’ve reached your waiting quota of the year, no more waiting on people. Why do people never seem to value your time? While lamenting to yourself silently, you don’t notice the arrival of someone incredibly familiar, someone incredibly exasperating.

“I’m hurt you know.”

The words startle you and as you look up to find the source of them, you’re confronted with Gojo standing beside you. Pouting like he’s feeling extremely slighted by you for some indiscernible reason.

You almost sputter at him, his presence completely unexpected, “What are you doing here?”

He ignores your question, continuing with his faux pain, “My best friend gets stood up and instead of messaging me… she messages Shoko? That stings.”

Sighing off his dramatics, you ask again, “What are you doing here, Gojo?”

“What else would I be here for?” He smiles big at you, moving to sit in the chair opposite you, flopping down and making himself comfortable, “I’m here to be your date!”

Propping your head up on your hand, you grumble at him, “How did you even know I was stood up?”

“I was with Shoko when you messaged her,” he shrugs easily.

You squint at him, “Why are you here and not her?”

“Because it is my duty as your best friend to be there for you.”

So stubborn about the weirdest things, you’ve known each other forever and sure, maybe he is your best friend, but this is something that has bruised your ego a bit. It’s silly, but for some reason… you don’t really want for Gojo to see you like this.

Sulking, you huff, “It’s not a big deal, I just didn’t wanna waste the reservation.”

“Don’t lie, you dressed up all cute and the dude couldn’t even be bothered to show up?” He frowns like he’ll get angry if he thinks about it for too long, “It’s a big deal.”

“You’re more upset about it then I am,” you play at indifference and while you don’t really care about your failed date, you are thinking really hard about how he said you dressed cute.

“That’s just ‘cause you’re always settling for less than what you deserve,” he grows a little more irritated, like his observation annoys him more than it annoys you.

Defending yourself with a grumble, “That’s not true.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he smiles in a manner that exudes disbelief. Because it does, Gojo has witnessed you settle for less nearly every single day of your lives and every time he has to grit his teeth and cope.

Crossing your arms, you snark at him, “Don’t patronise me, Gojo.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he still has that smile plastered on his face.

You glare at him from across the table but sit in silence, not really having anything else to say to him right now. Annoyed at yourself for losing the back and forth between the two of you for not the first time and definitely not the last.

Gojo, however, is not capable of sitting in silence for too long and so, he whines at you, “Anyways, I thought I was always your first call when things went wrong.”

Looking away from him, you scratch at the back of your neck awkwardly, “You are… for other things.”

Catching onto your meaning, he asks, “So, you never call me when things go wrong on dates?”

“…Correct.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not really something I thought would matter to you this much.” The truth is, you’ve been on much worse dates, dates where they actually do show up but prove themselves to be some of the worst people. You always call Shoko though… that or you just brush it off.

Telling Gojo about your dating life feels weird, it’s not like he tells you about his.

His mouth downturns at your remark, “Anything that involves you matters to me.”

“It’s not like you tell me about your dating life,” you counter, starting to feel somewhat badly.

“I would, if I had one,” he leans back into his chair more, “I’m not currently dating though.”

Sheepishly, you say, “Oh…well…I am.”

“I know that now,” his eyes focus on you, “Just how many dates have you gone on recently?”

“Recently?” he nods at you, “Uhm… a few every couple of weeks, not heaps but… frequently enough that getting stood up isn’t the worst thing to happen to me lately.” You laugh slightly at a memory, “You know, on one of them, the guy actually got back with his ex during our date, like he—”

You cut yourself off when you realise Gojo isn’t experiencing the same amount of enjoyment at the recounting of your date a few weeks ago. Asking, “Why is this bugging you?”

“It’s not,” his tone is certain but the expression he’s wearing is anything but. Clearly annoyed by something.

Challenging his logic, “Do you want me to tell you about my dating life?”

He thinks on it for a second, “No.”

“See? That’s what I thought—”

“—But I want you to call me when things go badly,” his gaze even on you, unwavering.

“You’re annoying,” you huff out a breath.

His face brightens up again, “And yet I’m still your best friend.”

You can only roll your eyes at him because he’s right, he’s completely annoying and also completely your best friend.

After that failed date that turned into you having dinner with Gojo, you’ve chosen to listen to his complaint and call him whenever a date goes south. He seemed actually bothered by the fact you weren’t relying on him more, so you decided that if something does go wrong, you’d tell him about it.

However, your dating life has been going pretty swimmingly the past couple weeks. You’ve found someone you wouldn’t mind being with, having gone on a few dates with him now. You’ve pretty much been exclusively seeing him, he’s taken you out for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Previous dates barely made it through one meal, but this guy managed to appeal to you enough to take you out multiple times.

It’s your fault that you got your hopes up, thinking that maybe he was different but as you sit on the couch in his apartment—his assumed girlfriend yelling at him—you can see he’s just like everyone else in the dating scene these days. It’s that or you just have really, really bad luck when it comes to your romantic life.

For the third time, you try to leave but he holds you back, “Wait no, please don’t go, this is just a misunderstanding!”

You shrug him off you, his touch making you feel disgusting.

Going to say something in reply, but his girlfriend speaks first, “So now you’re cheating on me and trying to keep her here?”

He stutters, like he forgot she was here for a moment, “No! Babe, I’m not cheating on you!”

Awkwardly, you scratch at the back of your neck, “Listen, I’m going to be so honest, I think you’re a bad person and any interest I had in you is gone. I’d just really like to leave now.”

He’s wearing an annoyed look on his face, “How do you even expect to get home? I drove you here.”

She scoffs at him from by the door, foot tapping impatiently, “Now you’re offering her a ride home? Are you fucking serious right now?”

Walking to the front door, you shuffle around his girlfriend, “I’m just gonna… slide right past you.” Pausing after opening the door and turning back to address her, “Uhm… Just in case he tries lying to you… we went on multiple dates over the past couple weeks.” Standing awkwardly for an extra moment as her face twists in realisation, “Bye!” You rush out the door, speed walking to the elevator.

The screaming and yelling gets louder from their apartment, able to hear them until you finally get in the elevator and descend to the ground floor. In the lobby, you pull out your phone and sigh dejectedly, scrolling for Gojo’s contact, you need a ride home.

He picks up pretty quickly, “Hello?”

You get straight to the point, not feeling particularly great right about now, “…I need a ride home.”

“Well, good evening to you too,” he replies, voice full of mirth, “You know. people normally exchange pleasantries over the phone before immediately asking for things, I’ve been told – by you actually – that just asking for things straight up can be read as rude, so—”

“—Satoru.”

The use of his name has him going quiet, stopping his tangent instead to ask, “Where are you?”

You’re tired, your mood travelling through the phone as you answer, “Some apartment, I’ll text you the address…”

“You okay?” He checks.

You can’t help the pause before your reply, “…Yeah.”

His concern for you growing at your seeming uncertainty, “You gonna tell me what happened?”

It’s a little embarrassing, you think, but yeah, you’ll tell him about it, “Later… I just wanna go home now.”

“Alright, I’ll be there soon.” He hangs up before you get to thank him.

You text him the address and then head out the front of the building where you wait for him. While you’re waiting, you find yourself wondering if that girl will stay with the evil man that was your date, you hope she doesn’t, she deserves better than him.

When Gojo pulls up, you silently slip into the passenger seat, you’re expecting him to immediately drive away but he turns and looks at you. His eyes examining you carefully, scrutinising you.

Turning your head to the side, “What?”

“Just making sure you’re okay.” His hands reach out and for a second you think he’s going to touch you, but he pulls on the seatbelt and clicks it into place for you.

You mumble out at him, dismissive, “I’m fine.”

He hums at you, in that way that tells you he doesn’t believe you even a little bit but he’s letting it go for now. Instead focusing on getting you home.

Back at your apartment, Gojo follows you all the way inside, you thought maybe he would just drop you home and leave you alone, but he’s followed you into your living room. You don’t know if you have the energy for him right now, feeling so drained. Probably feeling this way because you’re incapable of finding a decent guy to date.

Couch looking so inviting, you flop down onto it face first, mumbling out, “Gojo, will you just be my boyfriend?”

He seems taken aback by your sudden ask, choking on his own spit, coughing out a confused, “What?”

Sighing, you cryptically answer, “I don’t think I’m built for the dating scene.”

When he finishes hacking up a lung, he taps your legs, to which you hold them up so he can sit down. His hand tugging them back down once he’s sat, “What happened, sweetheart?”

Your voice is still muffled by the couch cushions, “Been seeing a guy for a couple weeks now—”

“—The same one?” Gojo cuts you off.

Humming out a, “Yes and—”

Again, he cuts you off, “—That’s pretty serious…”

I know but­—”

“—Why didn’t you tell me about him?” His tone growing slightly alarmed by the apparent seriousness of your dating life.

You, on the other hand, are becoming somewhat annoyed. Pushing yourself out of the cushions to sit up and face him, your legs still resting in his lap, “You said you didn’t wanna hear about my dating life.” You point an accusatory finger at him.

“Yeah but casually dating and actively seeing someone is different—” He’s not really sure if he’s making a fair point or not but sticking to it like he is.

“—Does it matter?” You’re looking at him incredulously, not sure if there is a difference.

He’s steadfast in his opinion, “Of course it matters.”

“I don’t think it should, especially since—”

“—If you’re seeing the same guy multiple times that means you were actually interested in him­—” He’s annoyed at himself for not realising you were seeing the same guy, for not asking questions, not realising how serious you were getting about one guy. So caught up in this one fact that he’s lost sight of his original purpose of being here.

“—Can you stop cutting me off!” You raise your voice at him, getting sick of how much he’s been interrupting you, “I’ve been trying to tell you that he had a girlfriend the whole time,” you purse your lips and look away from him, feeling embarrassed, “That’s why I asked you to come get me.”

“Oh…” He feels bad now.

“…Yeah, she showed up while I was there, and it was really uncomfortable, and I didn’t exactly feel safe.” You sigh, slumping, “And now I just feel really bad about dating.”

Completely serious when he suggests, “Maybe you should stop.”

“Stop dating?”

Consistent in his confirmation, “Yes.”

Meeting his gaze again, “How else am I going to meet someone?”

He rolls his eyes at your question, irritated for reasons unknown to you, “Why do you need to date someone now anyways?”

You don’t really see his point, what does he mean ‘why?’… why else do people date? “Maybe I’m lonely, maybe I seek companionship, maybe I’m like every other person who dates?”

“You have me though,” you’d think he was joking if he didn’t look so serious.

Unsure how to go about answering when it seems pretty straight forward to you, “Gojo… that’s not the same thing, we’re friends, we don’t look at each other that way.”

“Says you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I’d date you in a heartbeat,” he folds his arms over his chest, “In fact, you’re the only person I want to date.”

You can’t tell if he’s teasing or not, “Get real, that’s not what I meant.”

His head tilts at you, “What did you mean then?”

“I’m talking about romantic and sexual attraction,” you’re avoiding his gaze again.

So casual in how he bluntly asks, “You think I’m not sexually attracted to you?”

His question catches you off guard, “It’s not just about sexual attraction, Gojo,” you shake your head, “if that were the case, I’d just be having one night stands all the time, I want a relationship with someone…”

He nods his head like he suddenly understands, “Ah, so you think I’m not romantically interested in you?”

“You shouldn’t be.”

“Why not?”

Disbelieving when you look at him, “Are you serious right now? We’re friends.”

“Yeah, we are friends, but I also happen to be romantically and sexually attracted to you.”

How do you even respond to a confession like that? He’s not even flustered, completely nonchalant in how he’s just told you that he’s interested in you. “I don’t think—”

“—Are you going to tell me you’re not interested in me? Even a little bit?”

“We’re friends.”

“Is that the only thing stopping you?” He doesn’t wait for your answer, “Because if it is, then it’s a little arbitrary, no?”

The beginning of a frown settles on your features, “What are you trying to get me to say? That I’d date you if we weren’t friends, that I’d fuck you?”

He smiles at you, “Sure, but if you would if we weren’t friends, I’m saying you should even though we are.”

Frown deepening, “You’re being serious?”

“I’m being so serious,” he leans in slightly, hand moving to your face, thumb smoothing over the crease between your brows.

Looking at his lips before catching yourself and turning your head to the side, away from his touch, away from his enticing lips.

He sighs at your reaction, “You know, I’ve been interested in you from the beginning, and maybe I’m an idiot for not saying anything but watching you seriously try dating someone else might just kill me.”

You had no idea he liked you, you’ve liked him at different points in your life too, but he always seemed so out of reach from you, and you never wanted to ruin the friendship, so you forced yourself to move on. It feels a little unfair that you’re finding out now he’s liked you the whole time, “What are you asking of me?”

“I’m asking you to give me a chance,” his hand gently guides your face to look at him again, “I’m asking you to seriously try dating me.”

You’re trying to make a decision, trying to figure out how to answer him, if you should even give him a chance but the way he’s looking at you, how his gaze flicks between your eyes and your lips is distracting you.

Brows pulling up, voice quieter than before, “Gojo, you need to stop looking at me like that if you want an answer.”

“Like what?” He plays dumb.

“Like you really wanna kiss me,” you murmur back.

“Can’t help it…” he leans in a little bit more, “Maybe if you let me kiss you, I’ll stop.”

“Satoru,” you warn.

“Hmm?” His eyes meet yours for a moment, trying to see what you want.

He’s making you dizzy, “I can’t make a choice when you’re this close.”

Humming at you, “Why not?”

“Can’t think,” you blurt it out before really thinking about how it will come across.

He’s smiling smugly, “Then don’t.”

You don’t know who leans in first, all you know is his lips are on yours and they’re soft. Kissing you gently, trying to learn how you like to be kissed. Growing more insistent the longer you let him kiss you, the years of his need bleeding into it.

One of his hands traveling down your body, resting on your hip, the other cradling your face. He’s leaning into you more, pushing your body down into the couch, him following behind it, never parting from your lips very long.

Hand now holding himself above you, kiss growing urgent, tongue licking into your mouth, meeting yours in a way that makes your body tingle. If you thought his proximity was making you dizzy before than his kiss might have you actually passing out. Skin growing hot at how his hand on your face angles you, how he deepens the kiss effortlessly.

If Gojo were more aware of himself, of the precarious position he’s put himself in, he might be a little bit more careful with how feverish his kisses are and how needy he’s getting but when he’s finally getting to kiss you after years of not being able to, he can’t really control himself. The little control he does have, slipping when you moan into his mouth, his own moan shared in the kiss.

It's you who parts the kiss, it had to be because he certainly wasn’t going to be able to do it. If he had his way, he’d have his mouth on you until he died. In the back of his mind, he knew that kissing you would be good, but he didn’t think he’d get so lost in it. Somewhat embarrassed at himself for how aroused he’s gotten over your lips on his.

Your huffed breaths are intermingled with how close you both are to each other, Gojo hovering over you, speaking into your mouth, “Have you made a decision yet?”

You’re having trouble thinking still, especially with how his lips brush ever so slightly against yours, “I…uhmm…”

When he realises how dazed you are, two things happen. One; his ego grows about ten times bigger and two; he pulls back from you, still close enough that if you tugged on him, you could kiss him again but enough to hopefully give you room to think.

“Come on, don’t keep a guy waiting,” he’s taunting you lightly, taking joy in how hazy your eyes are as you look up at him.

“Okay,” you nod.

“Hmm? Okay what?”

Taking another moment to clear your brain fog, you answer again, “Okay, I will seriously try dating you.”

“Can’t date anyone else while you do,” he conditions.

“Okay,” agreeing easily.

He adds, “Have to seriously think about me being your boyfriend.”

Again, agreeing, “Okay.”

“Have to keep kissing me right now,” smile growing on his features.

“Ok—” frowning at him when you realise, “—Hey.”

“You don’t want to?” His hand tilts your head up by your chin, looking down into your eyes, “Because you look like you want to.”

Pouting at him, “Don’t be cruel.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” his smile evil as he continues to look down at you.

Leveling him with an even stare, you state, “I don’t sleep with guys on the first date.”

“Got a dirty mind, huh? All I asked for was a kiss.”

You glare at him and then try to avoid his gaze, voice smaller than before, “You don’t kiss like that’s all you want.”

His smile is crooked as he asks, “And how do I kiss?”

Feeling your skin flare at his taunting question, at how he leans in again, his mouth right over yours, “Dizzyingly.”

He breathes out an amused laugh before he’s slotting his mouth back over yours, how you described his kiss is accurate. He kisses you in such a way that you can’t think straight even if you really want to, which is why it’s probably a bad idea to keep letting him kiss you if you don’t want to sleep with him before you even get a first date.

Abruptly parting your mouth from his, gasping out, “Wait,” taking a second to catch your breath. Gojo groans softly at the loss of your lips, his forehead resting on yours waiting for you to speak.

“What’s wrong?” He asks when you don’t continue.

“You need to stop kissing me.”

“Oh?” He hums at you in thought, his lips now trailing down the side of your face, only to rest right by your ear, “And why’s that?”

His voice has goose bumps raising on your skin, “If you keep kissing me like that…” your volume gets quieter as you mumble out, “…I’ll wanna have sex with you.”

He has the fucking audacity to laugh at you, “That worked up by a few kisses, huh?” Mocking you like he isn’t the hardest he’s ever been, cock twitching at your confession.

“Shut up.”

His words are dripping with delight, “At least we know you’re sexually attracted to me.”

He licks lightly at your ear, and you feel like you almost jump out of your skin, gasping at it. Hands reaching out to push back on his chest, “You’re a mean man, Gojo.”

“At this point…” He looks you over, unmoved by your hands, “…I think it would be meaner to deprive yourself.”

“We are not sleeping together for the first time on my couch before we even go on a date,” you’re trying to stay steadfast but he’s making it hard when he keeps looking at you like that.

“So… you’re saying I should take you to the bedroom?” When you look at him in exasperation, he smiles softly, “I’m just kidding, we won’t do anything you don’t want to, but I will point out – for the last time – that you look an awful lot like you want to.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to… I just feel like if you’re gonna make me seriously consider you then I should date you properly too,” you avoid his gaze, feeling unusually sincere.

Abruptly, he states, “It wouldn’t be our first date though.”

“What?”

He’s a little distant when he answers, having trouble concentrating on the conversation when you’re pouting your lips at him like you are, “I count a couple weeks ago as our first date.”

“When I was stood up?” You scoff, “That does not count.”

“Why not?”

“Because it wasn’t even planned.”

“No but we ate dinner together and you were dressed awful cute, I count it as a date,” smirk present on his face as he continues to hover over you.

Ignoring his compliment, you continue to try and reason, “We were still just friends then though.”

“So, we aren’t ‘just friends’ now?” He’s being a smart ass, he knows what you mean but he’s not going to let up on this, taking it as a small victory in making you think of him as more than just a friend.

You return earnestly, “I don’t wanna count it.”

“Why not?”

“Because it wasn’t meant to be you on that date…” before he can get hurt over those words, you clarify, “…don’t get me wrong, I had fun and I’m glad you showed up, but it wasn’t planned to be you… when we go on our first date… I want it to be meant for you.” You’re unsure if you verbalised yourself in a way that makes sense, feeling much more nervous all of a sudden.

He’s looking at you so intently and you’re worried you’ve upset him somehow, “I know you said I need to stop kissing you, but that’s what I want more than anything right now.” He leans in closer, pausing just shy of your lips.

His words make your heart stutter, throwing caution to the wind as you close the distance between the two of you again, kissing him fully. Letting his mouth consume your ability to think critically, all too happy to fall into him.

Your control of the situation is slipping more and more away from you and so is the ability to care, not minding at all how you’re becoming more and more okay with how hot your body is starting to feel.

Hands reaching up and fisting the material of his shirt, pulling him down into you, his hips colliding with yours. Almost entirely instinctually—and somewhat purposefully—your legs wrap around his lower half. One of his hands reaches for your thigh, gripping the fattest part of it harshly.

You both moan into the kiss, and he parts his mouth from yours, voice straining when he speaks, “Sweetie, if you really don’t want to do anything more than this then you need to tell me to get off you right now.”

Looking at him through your lashes, you play coy, “But I like having you on top of me.”

A shiver runs down his spine, “You’re evil,” he grunts, fighting the urge to grind down into you.

He’s been pining after you for years and it feels like torture to be this close to you, pelvis pressed up against yours, having you so pliant and needy under him. He can feel his sanity slipping from him the longer you stay like this, and your words make it harder for him to pull away.

“Satoru—” when you say his name his hips jut into yours, making you gasp against him.

His erection digging into you hotly, the warmth of you ruining him. Head dizzy and struggling to keep his hips still as he apologises through clenched teeth, “Sorry– fuck– sorry, what’s up?”

You’re struggling too, pussy throbbing around nothing. Choosing to be bold and asking, “Take me to my room?”

“You’re sure?” Trying to hide the excitement from his face.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you give a small nod, feeling shy.

You really do want to though, more than anything. Only initially so hesitant because this doesn’t feel like the right way to do things but then again, your whole relationship with Gojo is a little less than conventional at times.

When he determines that you’re sure of yourself, he’s off you in the blink of an eye. Quick in his movements as he pulls you up along with him. Before you can even really register that you’re off the couch, you’re thrown over his shoulder as he walks hurriedly to your room.

“Someone’s eager,” you laugh at how ridiculous he’s being.

The chuckle he returns is humourless, “You have no fucking idea.”

You’re dropped down onto your bed unceremoniously, bouncing slightly at the force of it. Your arms reach out behind you to support yourself; palms splayed against your bedspread. Gojo is already tugging his shirt off and over his head, thrown and lost to some corner of your room.

“Gojo, breathe.”

“Don’t need to breathe,” he smiles large at you, “Do need your pants off though.”

Listening to him, you shimmy your pants down your legs, mumbling to him about how bossy he is.

“You know… I’m hearing a lot of complaining but I am also seeing a whole lot of direction following,” he teases.

You grumble at him, “If you’re going to be like this the whole time then I’m changing my mind.

“Don’t lie to yourself, sweetheart. You’re not fooling anyone, especially not with how you’re rubbing your thighs together.” His large hands grip your thighs, “Feeling horny?”

You don’t really want to answer him honestly but denying it feels like a trap, like he’d do something to prove you wrong and the last thing you want is for him to torture you. You’re already so pitifully slick from kissing him.

Fighting with your embarrassment, you give him your best pleading face, “Mhm, really horny.”

The smugness drops from his face, hands suddenly tugging you down the bed as he drops to his knees. You’re falling onto your back with the force of his pull, squirming a little. Gojo doesn’t pause though, mouth leaving kisses from your knees to your inner thighs, your breath catching in your lungs. Not expecting him to be so forward, though you don’t know what you were expecting if not that.

“Gojo, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” his eyes flick to yours, “Plus, if you wanna take me, you’re gonna need the prep,” smile growing at how your eyes grow wider.

Disbelief clear in your expression, accusing, “You’re full of it.”

He’s not worried about your scepticism, “You’ll find out for yourself in a bit.” He shrugs easily, “Now, can I put my tongue on your pretty pussy, or do you have more to say?”

He asks but his attention is already completely on your covered cunt, a single finger moving under the elastic of the waist band just to snap it back against you. A small noise of shock leaving you, “Ah! Do what you want…”

Oh, he looks so excited by your words, “You mean it?”

You’ll be honest and admit you weren’t really paying attention to what you were saying, brain hazy with how close he is to your core, skin prickling at his hot breath tickling against you. Feeling so unusually exposed and sensitive and you can’t tell if you’re that worked up or if he just has that effect on you.

“Mhm,” you’re nodding your head at him, giving him a green light, for what, you’re not entirely sure, all you know is that you want him to do something – anything.

“These are some really cute panties… kinda bothers me,” he’s still playing with the edges of them, annoyed when remembering you were with another guy tonight. Were you going to sleep with him tonight?

Pulling yourself up onto your elbows, you question, “What?”

Eyes flicking towards yours, “I’m a bit of a jealous guy.”

“I know this,” he always has been quick to get worked up over things regarding you, though it makes a little more sense after learning he’s liked you for so long.

He smiles at you, but his eyes are humourless, “Of course you do,” he fists at the material of your panties, “But the idea of another guy getting so close to seeing you in these… has me feeling really annoyed.”

The sound of fabric tearing fills your ears, he’s just ripped your panties off you. There is no salvaging them, completely useless as he throws them over his shoulder.

“Hey! those were my good pair!”

“Who cares about that?” His tone is dismissive, hands spreading your legs obscenely, eyes greedily looking at your uncovered pussy, “Your cunt is much cuter.”

God, you feel like you might pass out, face suddenly extremely hot, “Don’t be crude.”

“Hmm? …but I think you like it though…” his thumb swipes through your folds and you gasp at him, “Got so much wetter when I said it.”

He’s quick to begin rubbing circles into your clit, thumb giving even pressure. The stimulation has your arms shaking, threatening to give out from under you. Biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning, feeling embarrassed at how intently he’s shamelessly staring at your cunt.

Continuing to speculate, he says, “That or you like being praised…” he smirks evilly, “You like being praised, sweetheart? Being told how good you’re being for me?”

Your heart leaps in your chest, brows upturning, trying to hide your outward reaction to his words, “Hah– No…”

“Such a bad liar,” eyeing your face, “You’re wearing a really great expression right now though.”

Fighting the urge to grind down, you deny, “Not lying.”

He ignores you, “Could be both though,” he’s continuing to ponder on what you react most to, “Which is it, sweetheart? You like how crude I am, or do you like the praise?”

You don’t plan on answering him, eyes closing harshly against his intense gaze, feeling way too exposed. His touch leaves you and you open your eyes in alarm, trying to see what he’s doing. You see his smile before he’s leaning in and licking up the length of your pussy, eyes locked on yours the whole time.

Surprised moans slip from you, arms almost giving out completely, head rolling back. His arms wrap around your legs to hold you steady, face pushing closer into you, tongue flicking at your clit before pressing into your pussy hole.

He’s relishing in your sounds, in how wet you are, how you taste and smell, almost forgetting why he did this in the first place. Pulling away from you with a lewd smack of his lips, smiling big at the whine you let out from the loss of him.

Huffing slightly as he says, “Asked a question, not licking your pussy again until you answer it.”

“I don’t know,” your head lolls forward, eyes wet.

His head moves to the side to nip lightly at your thigh, “Shall we find out then?”

You jolt at the sensation, face twisting in confusion at him.

“You don’t gotta do anything, sweetie, just stay like this,” his hands push back on your thighs though, opening you up to him even more. “Been doing so good for me, sound so pretty,” he coos at you.

Brows furrowing at his words, heart skipping beats at his sudden praise, feeling fuzzy all over.

He hums in thought, “So fucking wet for me, dripping everywhere, got such a creamy fucking pussy.”

You twitch at the switch, wanting to crawl away from him.

“I think I’ve just realised something,” he glances up at you, “Got such nice reactions to both things I said, do you know how much wetter you got, cunt twitching and drooling for me.”

You try pulling from him, but his hold is firm, “Gojo!” You warn.

He might be enjoying this too much but learning about what gets you going is way too enticing, especially when he doesn’t have to do much to have you looking so pathetic. “Trying to run away from me,” he tsks, “But you’re fucking dripping, so reactive, so sweet.” His eyes are glazing over, working himself up.

“‘Toru!” You call for him again, you feel like you’re on fire, beyond embarrassed.

He groans at the nickname, not hearing it from you in so long, you used to always call him that. He liked it a little too much, cock leaking for you. He feels as wrecked as he looks when he looks up at you, “I think you like both,” is his conclusion.

Reaching up, he grabs at your hand and pulls it down to your cunt, his fingers guiding your own through your slick. You gasp at it, not expecting for yourself to be so soaked. Biting at your lower lip when he moves your fingers over your clit, teasing you.

Dazed when he asks, “Ever been this wet, pretty?”

You shake your head, “No… I didn’t know I…”

Fingers moving yours to your entrance, “Poor thing, didn’t know how slutty her pussy was.” Feeling the way your cunt clenches at his words, his face bright with it, “Fucking great though, in love with it,” and again, your brows raising in realisation, “Yeah… you know now, don’t you?”

“You’re making me feel embarrassed,” you pout, head dizzy.

“No, I’m making you feel so fucking horny, not my fault that you like being embarrassed and praised at the same time,” he pulls your fingers away from your core, moving them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

You remove your fingers from him, coming to rest back in the bed, feeling breathless as you look down at him. “What do you want from me?”

“Want you to admit it, want you tell me how much you like when I talk to you,” his hand tickles up the skin of your inner thigh.

“…Like it,” you mumble out.

Humming in thought, “Hmm, not good enough, don’t think I believe you.”

Repeating, louder, “I like it.”

Tilting his head at you, “You like what?”

“I like when you talk to me,” you say with more force, brows furrowed.

He pretends to be unsure of your answer, “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” You try again, but as his expression remains unchanging, you add, “I like when you talk to me, I like how hot and fuzzy your words make me feel, I like just the sound of your voice, makes me want to squirm. Love it even! Is that what you wanted to hear?” You huff.

“Holy fuck, yes,” if he weren’t already on his knees, he would’ve fallen to them again.

You let out a squeal at the way his mouth is already back on you, tongue pushing into your hole insistently. Fervent in his actions, clearly worked up by your words. If he were on the bed, he’d be shamelessly grinding his hips down into it, cock so fucking hard it’s aching. Pulsing so pitifully for you and if he weren’t so completely distracted by how you taste he’d throw caution to the wind and fuck into you right now.

“Gojo! Oh—” His name comes out all broken, ruined and shaky from how he laps at your cunt, drinking down all your slick.

Your elbows officially give out and you’re flopping back onto the mattress, fingers digging into the bed. Struggling to hold in all the little noises he’s pulling from you, hips trying to desperately rut into his pretty face with no luck, locked in place by his strong hold.

Gasping out at him, “M–more. Gojo– hah– more, please.”

Grunting against you, vibrations running up your spine, wanting desperately to kick your legs against the stimulation but unable to. He’s worked you up so much, so fucking desperate for release that his touch is making you crazy.

A finger presses at your hole, slipping inside easily, both his finger and tongue fucking into you. Another finger added, opening you up, scissoring them, tongue sneaking deeper inside your cunt.

He feels drunk, head heavy and brain foggy, tongue fucking you deeply. Delighting in the sounds of your sloppy pussy trying to suck him in deeper, he’s losing his mind. Tongue leaving you only for him to spit onto your cunt, thumb rubbing it into your clit, third finger added to the first two. Determined to have you ready for his cock.

“Need you to cum,” he sounds wrecked even to himself, “Before I do in my own pants– ffffuck—” Can’t help the way he curses at how you tighten around him at his words, “Must’ve been telling the truth about liking my voice, huh?” He teases, laughing breathlessly at how you react to him again.

Pressing out a simple, “S–so mean,” in response.

“You fucking like it,” eyes watching how your back arches off the mattress, “Love it even,” he reminds.

A series of moans leave you unabashedly at how he crooks his fingers just right, consistently hitting the one spot, thighs twitching at it. Stomach pulling tight and toes curling, head moving from side to side, so fucking close now.

“That’s it, sweetie,” he encourages, “Doing so good, just let go for me.”

You’re cumming suddenly, the abruptness of it shocking, like your body skipped the rest of the build up at Gojo’s words. If it didn’t feel good how he was fucking you through it, how his thumb kept rubbing at your clit, you’d feel beyond embarrassed at how you came just because he asked you to.

It’s not lost on him how quick you were to finish after he spoke, his ego big before and now fucking massive. Absolutely thrilled by how you continue to prove your responsiveness to him, if he were ever worried about you not being attracted to him, he can’t possibly remember why. Not when you’re squirming under him, tears threatening to slip from your waterline.

“Such a good direction follower,” he mocks, repeating his earlier sentiments.

His fingers keep stroking at you until your body goes limp, only jerking every now and again with your come down. Pulling them from you and parting them, looking at the way your cum connects his fingers together with white strings.

“Look at that,” his voice dripping with glee, “I was right… got such a creamy pussy,” he hums, shoving his fingers into his mouth.

After he’s done indulging, he wipes his spit covered fingers on your thighs. Just to then get to his feet and hastily tug his pants and boxers off. His erection bobbing under its own weight.

He crawls up the mattress so he can lean over you. Fingers skimming at your sides, pulling your shirt along with it, “Can I take this off, pretty?”

Eyes bleary when they meet his, giving a small nod, “Mhm.”

“You okay to keep going?” He checks, leaning in closer to you.

His concern makes you unreasonably happy, feeling genuinely cared for, “Yeah.”

“You sure—”

Cutting him off, “—Yes.”

Shock present on his face before smiling endearingly at you, completely smitten with you and has been for a long time now. It all feels a little surreal to him, being able to hold you, be intimate with you. Leaning in more, pressing soft kisses all over your face.

Showering you in affection as his hands continue to pull your shirt up. Only parting to pull it from you fully, thrown to some corner of your room, joining the rest of your clothes. Shuffling back so he can look at all of you, hands delicately tracing over you, like he’s memorising how you feel under his palms.

“You’re so soft,” he mumbles, hands smoothing over you. He drops onto you, face pressing between your tits, breathing in your scent.

Confused as your voice calls for him gently, “‘Toru?”

“Fuck,” he nips at your skin first and then moves to get back on his knees, “Alright, spread those pretty legs for me, sweetheart.”

Feeling placid from the intensity of your orgasm, you immediately listen to him and open your legs, moving them to the outside of his. Gojo feels like his heart grows in size at how quick you are to listen to him, so docile you don’t even talk back to him.

Your head cocks to the side, confused by his stare, “What?”

“Nothing,” he shakes his head at you, “You’re just really cute.”

He grabs your face, sandwiching your cheeks between his fingers, his lips leaving behind a big and sloppy kiss on yours before focusing back on your cunt. Grasping his cock and groaning at the pressure, squeezing himself to alleviate some of the need crawling desperately up his spine.

You can’t help but stare, he wasn’t full of it, he really is that big. Long and thick and looking so painfully hard, dripping precum so messily down the length of himself, dribbling down onto the bed sheets.

“It’s rude to stare,” he hisses, hand now stroking himself, clearly not even a little bit put off by your shameless staring. If anything, completely aroused by it.

Looking up into his eyes as you apologise, “‘M sorry.”

“Hah,” he huffs in amusement, “So polite all of a sudden, orgasm that good, pretty?”

“Yeah,” you nod, staring at him straight on, aiming to work him up more.

It works, “Fuck– alright,” his hips stutter into his hand and he stops fisting his cock, “‘Bout to give you an even better one,” guiding his dick to your core.

Swiping the head of himself through your folds, letting it collect the slick leaking from you. Teasing you like this for a bit, moving himself up and down before dipping into your hole, only to pull away again.

You whine at him over it, “Please.”

Smile large as he coos, “Don’t worry, pretty. I’ll take care of you.”

Keeping his word, he slowly presses the tip of his dick into you, hissing at the stretch, worried he didn’t give you enough prep. You bite your lip as you begin to take him in, fisting the sheets below, looking up at Gojo. His brows are upturned, and his jaw clenched, focusing so hard on being slow and careful. He pauses when you clench and flinch around him.

“I can take it,” gaze determined as you try to assure him, “You can keep going.”

“Oh, sweetie,” his hand grips at your inner thigh, squishing it under his hold, “I appreciate that,” he smiles, “I do… but you’re gonna want to pace yourself.”

You pout up at him, sulking, wanting to be full and not appreciating his probably—definitely—sound advice.

“Hah, don’t pout,” his thumb moves to your clit, “You’ll take it, know you will,” rubbing circles into it, “Cause I’m gonna make sure of it, but you gotta pace yourself.”

Under his touch, you relax again, and he pushes his hips forward, starting the slow process of opening you up on his cock. His control astounding himself right now, wanting nothing more than to fuck into you completely, feeling your pussy swallow him whole.

He’s not quite half-way yet and already pressing up against the most delicious spots inside you, with that and his consistent pressure on your clit, you’re suddenly so fucking close to cumming like this.

Reaching out to him, your hand lightly slaps at him, trying to warn, “I’m gonna– hah—”

Gojo realises when you clench down on him what you’re trying to say, the small noises you make getting louder, he almost blows his load the second he realises. Ripping himself from you suddenly, you cry out at the loss, cumming around nothing, gasping into your hand.

“Why? Why?” you’re almost incoherent as you ask him.

“I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart,” he keeps his thumb on your clit, trying to make up for the loss of his cock, “Would’ve cum if I hadn’t pulled out, wanna at least fuck you before I do.”

You glare at him, trying to convey how slighted you feel but he only seems to find it endearing, smiling at you over it. “I’ll make it up to you, don’t worry.”

Wasting no time, he fucks back into you, to where he was before he pulled out. Giving shallow thrusts as he keeps pressing forwards, breath stuttering at the small way he’s getting the friction he’s desperate for.

“Such a greedy cunt,” he murmurs, dick slipping deeper, “So quick to cum for me, sucking me in.”

“Gojo—” you whine at him, his words back to embarrassing you.

His voice cracks at how you refer to him, “—No, no, nono, what happened to ‘Toru?” Fucking deeper, so close to being balls deep.

“‘Toru, you’re—” cutting yourself off with a moan, he thrust the rest of the way in when you called to him, “—so deep.”

“Don’t I fucking know it,” he chuckles breathlessly, moving to press his body up against yours, craving the contact.

He’s pressed up against you completely, warm and strong, your legs loop around his waist and he slips in deeper. He groans at it, holding himself back, wanting you to adjust to all of him first. He nuzzles into your neck, leaving kisses and love bites against the sensitive skin there, relishing in the way your pussy jumps around him over such a small act.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you liked me or something,” he jokes, referencing how sensitive you are to him.

Without thinking, you admit, “I have– mmph– I’ve liked you mm–multiple times– ah– at different points in– hah– our lives.”

His head snaps back as he twitches inside you, “Seriously?” When you nod, he grinds down into you, “Fuck– had me so stressed, liked you all this time and you’re telling me I could’ve had this pretty, little pussy so much sooner?”

You’re feeling a bit dazed, two orgasms deep and stretched so obscenely around him, cunt making wet noises just from the small way he’s grinding into you.

“When,” his words are hurried, when you look at him like he’s just said something in a different language, he asks again, “When have you liked me?”

“I don’t remember that, too many– hnn– different times,” you shake your head, you don’t even know if you could recount all the times you had feelings for him resurface even if you weren’t split open on his big dick.

He moans, starting to move his hips in shallow thrusts, “Enough that you– mmph– can’t remember specifics,” he groans, “Feels like a sick joke, been pining after you our– hah– whole lives.”

His mouth is on yours, kissing you deeply, sucking your tongue into his mouth, licking at you. The kiss so dizzying, you’re barely able to catch up to him before he’s talking again, “The most recent time– can you– hah– remember the most recent time you liked me?”

He’s desperate to know, wanting to know how small or big of a window he had missed. Failing to realise it doesn’t really matter all that much right now.

“Not– hah– not that long ago,” you’re almost panting now, wanting for him to move with more urgency but he’s still only thrusting into you shallowly.

“When, sweetie, tell me when, please,” his forehead pressed to yours, eyes imploring.

Struggling slightly as you press out, “B– before I started– hah– going on all those dates,” you’re trying really hard to think, “Beginning of the– hng– year?”

Smiling at you, big, happy, “Not that long ago, just gonna make you like me again.”

He’s a little annoyed that you went on so many dates right after having liked him, not completely lost on him that the two are probably connected and feeling frustrated that he hadn’t just told you about his feelings ages ago.

“Gonna charm the fuck outta you, take you to nice places, shower you in compliments, tell you how cute you are,” he’s rambling now, about your theoretical future dates, “Remind you every day how much I like you, how perfect you are, gonna make you like me again.”

“I’d like it if you moved, ‘Toru, please,” you beg, tears in the corners of your eyes from being teased.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he quips, kissing your cheek before complying.

Finally starting a pace that has you going crazy but in a different way, fast and deep, weighted thrusts that make you struggle to maintain focus. Pulling out almost completely before fucking back into you, hammering his hips into yours, lewd squelching filling the room at it.

Your whimpered moans have Gojo’s skin pricking, so turned on he feels insane, like you might kill him, “Got such a great pussy, fucking soaking wet, taking me so well, could die like this and not complain, fuck—”

Clawing at him now, at his forearms, his biceps, shoulders, back, anywhere you can reach, desperately scrabbling for purchase. “Gojo—”

“—No, I don’t know who that is,” he ignores your cry of his name.

Trying again, “‘Toru, want– I want—”

You’re not even entirely sure what you want or are asking for, but Gojo seems to know immediately. His hips moving faster, pelvis slapping into your clit every time he meets yours, cock hitting against your cervix in a way that hurts so fucking good.

Eyes rolling back in your skull with the pleasure, fat tears running down your face at it. Sex has never felt like this, is it meant to feel like this? Have you been doing it wrong? Or maybe he’s just insanely good at it, or maybe you just like him more than you were aware of.

“Feels– feels good, I—”

“Again? Fucking perfect, so perfect for me,” he sounds so excited, “Want it, want you to cum on me, cum all over my cock, fucking coat me in it.” It’s almost like he’s begging you for it.

Luckily for him, you really do like his voice, love how he talks to you and at his borderline feral begging, you’re cumming all over him. Cunt clenching down on him, sobbing out pitiful moans of his name as you cum. It’s coating him, just like how he asked for, creamy white ring at the base of his cock.

“Fuuck, that’s it, such a good girl,” your cunt jumps around his cock, and he laughs, “Oh? You liked that, should’ve called you a good girl sooner.”

Too dazed to fight him on his teasing, corners of your vision blurry and ears ringing, twitching pathetically under him. He doesn’t stop his thrusts, fucking into you harsher, more shallow, getting close to finishing himself.

Orgasm on the tip of his tongue, the thing that sends him over the edge is how you look up at him. Eyes fucked out and cheeks tear stained, whining out a small, “‘Toru, want it, please.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” his words are choked out, almost whining himself, balls heavy with how badly he wants to cum.

Thrusts faltering as he fucks into you the last few times, suddenly slamming his pelvis to yours, releasing all his cum inside you, painting your walls a pretty shade of white. Hips grinding into you as he finishes.

Fucked out whimpers of your name leaving him as he presses his head into the side of your neck. Biting down onto you, shocking you slightly, the pain unexpected, he laves over it with his tongue.

He slumps down onto you, and his weight is too much so your hands push at him. “Too heavy.”

He hums out at you noncommittally but gets up, carefully slipping himself from you, not shy in how he stares at your pussy. At the way his cum gushes from it, the urge to fuck it all back inside you strong. He withholds though, seeing you’re clearly beyond fucked out. Next time, he promises himself.

Gone from you but not for too long, only leaving long enough to clean himself up and bring stuff back to clean you up. Wiping softly at your legs, cleaning you of his spend, “You look cute dripping with my cum,” he singsongs.

“Lewd,” you accuse, too tired to think of something more to say.

“Yeah…” he gets into bed by you, “But I’m certain you like that.”

You snuggle into his side, letting him cuddle you, “Not sleeping with you again until at least the third date.”

“I bet…” he looks down at you, lips hovering over yours, “…You’ll sleep with me after each of them.”

You go to scoff at him and deny it, but he kisses you, deep and imploring. Effectively shutting you up and as you let him kiss you how he likes, you realise, he might be right.

α.⁠η. THIS IS A REPOST .. a repost from my old account @/lovelivision, if you feel like you've read it before, maybe you have !

i'm hoping to finish up pervert bf gojo very soon and in the meantime you guys get another repost because i am filled with guilt ! i think the next time i upload another old fic it won't be gojo

regardless, i hope you guys enjoyed ! have beautiful days / nights !! ily ❤︎❤︎

The lake shimmered beneath a setting sun behind your back, with a small beach and a volleyball net ready for children's play.

Your hand tightened on the suitcase that rolled behind you at a snail's pace, while you tensed your shoulders from the heavy backpack.

Cabin number three appeared on the horizon, its number elegantly bending and curving like the sweetest reward. You had been dreaming of nothing but jumping into the quick shower to wash away the sweat from your burnt skin.

After a minute, you took the first steps onto the little porch and opened the front door. Woody fragrance immediately hit your nostrils, seeping into your marrow with the heavy warmth. Stepping further in, you looked around at the walls and simple, creamy furniture. The small table in the living room, the soft rug, a rather large sofa…

The sofa…

Oh.

"Oh my god!" you screamed, immediately covering your eyes. "I'm, uh, sorry, I didn't mean to–" walk in on you having a make-out session?

Right on the sofa lay two women. Your roommates for the next month, most probably. One with her breasts fully spilling past the gently slipped top, legs wrapped around someone's head. Fluffy, white, nuzzled into the woman's pussy, pushing soft, crying moans from her throat.

Both of them quickly turned your way, yet none felt as mortified as you.

"Apologies, sweets. We forgot ourselves," one of them said, and you soon heard the quiet rustle of clothes. A few snickers and laughs, then she added, "You can open your eyes now."

With even more sizzling warmth, you looked shyly at the two women standing right in the middle of the living room.

Beautiful.

Yet even such a word was too simple to capture their true beauty. Something else needed to be said.

Something about one woman's long, raven hair, falling softly to curl below her breasts. Of the lavender, cat-like eyes that curled up, and her plush, cherry lips, gently smudged with lipstick. Of her threaded-gold skin, seemingly smooched by the sun's kisses.

Oh, she was utterly breathtaking. And when your eyes fell down her heavy breaths and thick thighs wrapped by nothing but flimsy shorts, something in your heart panged.

Moving your look at her friend, a soft "Oh" slipped in shyness.

She looked so much different. Taller, leaner, with muscles bulging under her pale arms. Smaller breasts wrapped by a simple top, long legs dressed in loose bermuda shorts, brushed her knees. Almost unnaturally white hair curled at the end of her neck, falling rather messily, shaggy, right over the soft forehead.

Crystal-pale eyes looked at you with a hint of cheekiness, lips curled into a rather sly smile.

And then, there was… you. Sweating, panting, with a speeding heart and something else, something foreign, bubbling in your lower belly. Spreading a sort of eerie, yet unknown warmth all over your body, till you felt it dripping from the fingertips.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were… here."

The slightly shorter girl giggled, pushing a lock of dark hair back behind her ear. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It's our fault. We thought we would finish quicker."

"That you would finish quicker." Her friend added, with a sly smile dancing on her handsome face.

Because that was the most accurate way to describe her. Handsome.

Beautiful seemed too plain to describe someone as ethereal. Someone who rather reminded you of the modern goddess, with her thick thighs spilling from the tight–

"I'm Suguru, by the way," she brought your thoughts back, although noticed a warm face peeking at her legs. "And that's Satoru."

You mumbled your name with a slightly hoarse voice.

"That's pretty," Satoru said, tilting her head slightly. "So you're also a camp counsellor. First time?"

You nodded, feeling the hellish heat still dancing behind your eyelids. Your fingers curled tighter around the suitcase handle as you cleared your throat.

"Yeah. I have summer break at university and thought about earning a few pennies."

Suguru hummed, nodding her head. "It's so fun, truly! It's our third time here. Other camp counsellors are also super nice-"

"I wouldn't exactly call Sukuna nice," Satoru added, walking your way slowly and grabbing the suitcase. "Let me show you our room, hm?"

Our sounded almost threatening. You knew there was no chance of a separate room, yet seeing a little performance you accidentally walked into, you found sharing a room with two women at opposite ends of your exact type seemed dangerous.

With still heated cheeks, you nodded and allowed her to lead farther into the cozy cabin. Suguru followed you two, her bare feet softly peeling off the wooden floor.

"She is nice around pretty girls," Suguru laughed, seeing the cherry flush creeping up your neck. "But may also be quite harsh, that's true. Toji, on the other side-"

Satoru scoffed, pushing one of the doors. "Sweets you better stay away from Toji. Dumb as hell and yet all the camp counsellors always land in her sheets."

You bit down on lower lip, letting out a soft chuckle. Satoru's eyes glimmered as he looked over her shoulder before inviting you in with a smile.

The room was small yet rather cozy, with three single beds, a wardrobe, and a window looking directly out over the lake. You immediately noticed that their single beds were snuggled together, while yours stayed on the other side of the room.

Suguru followed your gaze before her soft fingers wrapped around your arm. "Oh, we usually like to cuddle. It's, hm, warmer, you know?"

An it's a fucking hell outside, and sweat drips through my butt cheeks; I almost slipped past your lips, yet you answered them with a simple nod.

Satoru hummed, her crystal eyes crashing with Suguru's lavender cheekiness. "I couldn't describe it better. Warm indeed. You can join us if you wish."

There was a moment of silence, stretching between the three of you like a silk thread. Almost invisible, thin, yet pulling your bodies towards each other, seeping into the thinness of your spines.

The world spun before your eyes, and bubbling warmth filled your belly. Your lips curled into a clumsy smile. Fingers tucked a lock of hair back behind a warm ear before you coughed shyly, "It's okay. I'm quite fine by myself."

Satoru hummed, eyeing your face.

The heaviness of her gaze settled on your chest, and Suguru's sweet, slightly musky sweat wrapped around your senses.

Satoru leaned against the doorframe as she clicked her tongue, then draped her arm over Suguru's shoulders. "The bathroom's over there. Take a quick shower and join us in ten minutes. The kids will be here soon, buzzing around like a swarm of ants, so get ready."

You nodded before seeing them out further into the house. After a few muffled giggles and Suguru's, "She's so pretty, isn't she?" followed by Satoru's hum, the cabin's door closed.

Leaving you sweating and panting, with a sticky mess seeping through the drenched panties.

Oh, the next month will be nothing but pure hell.

You sighed, grabbed fresh shorts from your suitcase, and snatched the red, tight, camp staff top from your bed before stepping into the cold shower. The icy water ran down your spine like the glacial waves of heavy snow. Only a freezing shower could truly reset your senses, washing away the scorching heat that coursed through your veins.

With still slightly wet hair, and sunglasses high in your nose, you left the house.

The main cabin for all the camp counsellors' meetings lay in the middle of the lush plain. Sunlight caressed your skin with gentle kisses, and birds chirped high in the forest trees, caging the campsite in their tight clutches.

As you approached the main cabin, faint laughter and shushing sounds surrounded you. The sense that most of the counsellors already knew each other felt like a prickling sensation on your skin, and so you took a deep breath.

The house was a bit bigger, with the door wide open as if inviting you in. Voices merged into a chaotic splash of cheer, making you even more nervous. Biting your lower lip, you lingered a few seconds in front of the low steps, fingers fiddling with the hem of your tight shirt, sweat beading at the back of your neck.

One step after another, you walked up the porch, stress already eating you alive, when-

"Auch," you hissed, bumping into someone's big body. "I'm sorry."

Yet when you raised your eyes, your voice suddenly got sucked into your throat.

A woman stood there. Another, utterly beautiful, yet with a sly smirk playing on her cut lips and her emerald eyes slightly squinted. She seemed oh-so-much more muscular than Satoru and Suguru, with heavy breasts hidden tightly beneath her counsellor's shirt and beefy arms slick with glistening sweat.

The heat again hit your cheeks as you coughed awkwardly and took a step to the side.

"Sorry for standing at the entrance."

She chuckled, her slightly raspy yet sweet voice kissing your ears.

"It's okay, sweetie." Her eyes fell to the camp staff sign printed in white on your red top, lingering a moment longer. To trace the skin of your breasts, shimmering with a gentle sheen of sweat beneath the feverish sun, before slowly drifting back to your eyes. "You're our new girl, right?"

Her voice dropped low on our part, sending a cold shiver down your spine. Though you longed for nothing more than to drown yourself in the nearby lake. 

"That must be me," you laughed awkwardly, pushing a hum past her lips. "Am I the only one who's new here?"

She looked over her shoulder, eyes falling on someone inside the cabin. "Well, it seems so. Not many students want to spend their holidays with a bunch of noisy kids. We've been hanging out together for the past few years. Getting our fun at night and keeping the brats clean during the day."

You laughed softly again, peeking inside the cabin too. You've caught a peek of Satoru's snowy hair and Suguru's hips straddling her thighs.

"I'm Toji, by the way," the woman said, stretching her hand.

Oh.

Toji.

The one Satoru told you to avoid at any cost.

Great.

You shook it, shyly stammering your name too. Her emerald eyes locked you in place; her slightly tilted head forced a few raven strands to fall loosely over her shoulder.

Although a few calluses coated her palm, it still felt smooth. Delicate, with long fingers brushing yours.

"I'm responsible for sports here," she said, pulling you a little closer. She leaned in to meet your gaze, then smiled cheekily. "Do you like sports, sweets?"

"Why?" fell softly, as you traced the beauty of her face. Your throat bobbed; fingers went slightly limp within her grasp. "Do you want to teach me?"

Only after the words fell from your lips did you realise how flirty they sounded. How silly yet cute you seemed, asking such a question – a clear and open invitation to sex.

"It depends on how good you are at cardio." Her giggle set your cheeks on fire, and, oh, she seemed to take so much pleasure in all your humiliating reactions. "Although I don't mind if you, hm, prefer to be on the more relaxed side. If you want, my cabin–"

Yet before she could finish, someone pulled you away from her grasp, hugging you to their soft side.

Soft, plush, slightly sticky, carrying a sweet, flowery fragrance, only then did you notice that your cheek was plastered against Suguru's soft breasts. With her boobs barely contained by the camp staff top, she held you in an almost protective, motherly hug, as if trying to guard you from danger. 

"You really have the audacity to go after the new girl," Satoru hissed, standing in front of you and Suguru. In a similarly protective manner, she crossed her muscular arms over her chest.

Toji rolled her eyes. "I don't see how that's your problem."

You felt dumbstruck, clammy, yet cosy, with your cheek pressed to Suguru's softness and her gentle hand brushing your hair.

"Are you okay, sweets?" She cooed, sweet breath hitting your cheeks.

You barely managed to nod, pulling yourself back slightly. Suguru was a little taller than you, so her lavender eyes looked down at your warm face with a tender gaze. Fingers tucked a few strands back behind your ear; thumbs brushed your cheeks.

"Oh, you're a bit warmish."

"No, i-it's okay," you gave her a weak smile, pulling yourself away from her touch. "I overheated myself a bit… I guess."

Satoru and Satoru and Toji were still bickering on the side, yet you gave them no mind. Not when Suguru was still watching your face so carefully, and a few other people were staring at your little performance from inside.

Only then did you notice that you were all standing in the small living room. Large doors led to the terrace, and a faint breeze from a weak fan barely cooled the faces of the other camp counsellors. They all sank onto brown sofas, sighing heavily as they watched Satoru and Toji.

A girl with long, blond hair muttered, "I hope they live on the other side of the camp."

"I hope they won't try to drown each other like last year." Added the only guy sitting in the living room.

With dark hair brushing his shoulders and tired, slightly purplish under-eyes.

"Well, Satoru sucks at swimming, so I don't know why she tried to challenge Toji."

Suguru shot her head towards the girl with a cigarette hanging off her lips, eyes throwing cold daggers. "She's not that bad."

The girl chuckled. Before she could light a cigarette, another woman snatched it from her lips and broke it in half.

"That's it. Can we please focus before the kids arrive?"

She stood in the middle of the living room, squinting at all the staff seated on the sofa. Blond locks fell down her spine, coiling into a long braid. Sunglasses rested on her head, a folder of documents waiting silently between her hands.

Her shirt was different from others, with a camp chief stretched on her breasts.

"Hi, I'm Nanami," she smiled, coming slowly towards you. "Sorry for all of this. Some of our camp counsellors still don't know how to behave."

Her blue eyes narrowed at Satoru and Toji, who were now entering the cabin. Toji sat on the sofa next to another muscular woman with pink hair, while Satoru wrapped her arms around your and Suguru's shoulders.

Nanami looked at the three of you with a smile dancing on her tired lips. "I see you already had a chance to meet your new roommates?"

You nodded, yet before any words could leave your lips, Satoru pulled you closer to her chest. Smaller than Suguru's, yet spreading a comforting mix of sweat and sweetness that made your mind go balmy.

"Of course, we're besties already, right?"

"Yeah," you murmured, feeling her blue eyes look down at your cheeks. Oogling the heat creeping up your cheeks and a shy nod that made her fingers dig deeper into your arm. "We a-are."

Oh, you were so fucked.

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You thought living with Satoru and Suguru would be manageable. That they would somehow control themselves around you.

That the camp you were working at for the past week wasn't just a yearly meeting made up of only hot women and one actually helpful guy, whose main devilish aim was to seduce you.

During the day, you all worked together with the children, organising a range of events, from swimming classes and archery to arts and crafts, even building bases in the woods, before the brats went off to rest, allowing all the staff to enjoy their time by the fireplace.

When you were taking the children to swimming class, Toji and Sukuna were already there. With muscular arms glistening in the sunlight, tight swimsuits barely covering their tits and nothing but cheeky shorts wrapped around their hips.

You couldn't keep track of how often they tried to pull you into the lake. You noticed their eyes linger on your body as you entered the water in a swimsuit. Fingers were gentle as Sukuna corrected your posture, softly saying, "good girl, like that, mhm, that's perfect." Her crimson eyes fixed on your slowly rising breasts, her hands beneath your back as you floated on the water, supported by her arms.

"You're a natural, baby. Doing so well for me."

And so, after the morning swimming classes – which were meant for children, not you – a cold shower was quite needed.

In the afternoon, when you joined archery with your assigned group of children, Satoru kept putting her hands on your hips. Pulling them toward her, with lips close to your ear, warm breath tingling across your skin like petal kisses, as she whispered instructions on how to draw a bow.

"You should feel it here," fingers pressing some spot on your back. "Mhm, that's good. Correct your stance. Push your hips a bit further back."

You took a deep breath, feeling her hips brushing against your ass.

"Shouldn't you look at childr–"

"They're fine. Let's focus on you, sweets."

Thus, after the archery class, a shower was needed too. Cold, like the glacier peaks of unfathomable mountains, as you tried to think about anything but Satoru's long fingers making circles on your hips.

During the arts and crafts with Suguru, oh dearest. She was always eager to sit behind you. With her heavy bust pressed against your back, cherry lips near your ear, chin resting on your shoulder.

"Press it a bit harder, sweets," she would mutter, wrapping your linked hands around the clay vase. "That's good. Now make gentle circles here. This way, we'll get a nice pattern, hm?"

But you couldn't focus on her words at all. Not when her sweetness heightened your fever, and gentle touch of skin made your mind whirl. Raven hair, always fragrant with the richest fruits, carried hints of peach, raspberry, and soft lavender, tumbling over your shoulder as she watched you from behind. Her lavender eyes followed your awkward effort to craft a vase from clay.

"You're doing great," she giggled, pushing a low chuckle past your lips.

"Am I? The ten-year-olds seem to be doing better than me."

Suguru shook her head, breast pressing to your back tighter. "Don't worry, I'll teach you. I'm quite good with my hands."

And as you might have guessed, the pottery class was also ending with a cold shower. The one that would finish with your soft moans echoing off the small bathroom, while one of your hands was pressed to your lips, another playing with your swollen clit. Smearing the stickiness all over your drenched pussy, thigh, feeling the desperate clenching of your walls as if in need to feel something longer, softer.

Something reminding you of Satoru's long, pale fingers and Suguru's strong pressure.

For the past week, you've felt as if the hormonal rush of our teenage years had hit you twice as hard. The horny sensation that seemed never to leave your body. The heat lingering in your cheeks and chest, constantly bubbling deep within your lower belly.

Living with Satoru and Suguru was a mix of a nightmare and every lesbian's dream. They fucked almost every night, with soft whispers and giggles filling your small bedroom, as if you weren't even there.

But they knew you were.

They knew because every night, Satoru whispered, "She looks so pretty when she sleeps," and your name, softly spoken by Suguru while she was climaxing, kept echoing in your ears.

Their pants and moans and cries, with the nasty squelch echoing off the wooden walls, when Suguru was eating Satoru's drenched pussy with wet smacks.

And as you lay with your back turned their way, facing the wall, you simply couldn't help but let your hand slowly fall between your thighs.

To push the muffled breaths into your pillow, while fingers rolled the plump clit. To allow yourself to get aroused, wretched, upon hearing their soft moans and cries. Suguru's fingers slipping deep inside Satoru's pussy. Satoru changing their positions, to press her drenched folds to Suguru's. Lips wrapping around her full breasts, tongue swirling around her nipple, as her hips moved.

The squelching friction of their cunts rolling against each other made your head spin. Your fingers rolled the clit harder, thighs clenched at the sheer thought of feeling their tongues, fingers, lips on your body.

Oh, you truly hoped they couldn't see your body writhing in the darkness of your shared room, with your bed neatly tucked into the dimmest corner. And thank fucking God.

Their climax always sounded lovely. Almost too sugary, with the softest moans slipping past their lips, when they both cummed in each other's wet, sweating embrace.

The room was filled with nothing but the smell of their arousal, pinching your spine as you let yourself cum too. Shyly, silently, as if you didn't want them to know how badly you wanted to join.

But your virgin mind was simply too… shy to ask. Horny? Oh, dearest, you've never felt as horny as you have over the past week. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to agree to Satoru's repeated offers to join your beds.

To allow Suguru wrap her arms around your waist, when she was slipping behind you in the kitchen.

Their touch set your body aflame, and most of the time you simply tried to wriggle yourself out of it.

And then, during one evening, you might have spilt a few intimate details about yourself, setting in motion a chain of consequences that would soon spin your whole world.

When all the camp counsellors met by the fireplace, with a light wine and food, simply enjoying spending your time together.

Yuki, Choso, Nanami, your two nasty swimming teachers, Shoko and even Utahime too. A sweet camp cook, who always left a few extra cookies for you on the side.

"Oh, you're a virgin?" Satoru was almost dumbfounded, and Suguru slightly smacked the back of her head.

"As if there's anything wrong with it!" She said, already a bit tipsy.

"Of course there's nothing wrong with it," Satoru hummed. "You just don't look like the type."

Oh, truly, because from your perspective, it couldn't be clearer that all their soft touches and whispers were driving you absolutely mad.

"Well, I'll take it as a compliment then. I never had a, you know. A chance," your tongue was already overly loose, yet mind too tipsy to stop the blabbering.

You didn't mean to reveal this secret. Not with all the women who were forcing you to act like a horny teenage boy.

But the atmosphere was sweet, Suguru placed soft circles on your lower back, and Satoru sat on the grass, leaning against your legs, as you sat on the thick log.

"Never had a boyfriend?"

Fire kissed her pale cheeks gently, casting a soft glow on the side of her face. Crystal eyes looked up, gazing at your plush lips twisting into an awkward smile.

"No, I've never had… a girlfriend," your eyes fell down your slippers, fingers tugging on the soft end of your hoodie. "I come from a small town, so it was difficult to find anyone."

Because all the other lesbians lived in secret, just waiting for a chance to leave for their studies, just as you did. Even at university, finding love still seemed quite difficult.

You weren't sure if the issue was yourself or just that you hadn't met a woman who would truly set your heart aflame.

Well, at least until now.

An awkward silence stretched among you all, and you groaned, feeling utter embarrassment that those new people knew about your little secret. Dearest heavens, you shouldn't drink with them again.

With head hanging between your shoulders, you stared down at Satoru’s cheeky face. Slightly curled lips, eyes shining wickedly, as Suguru squeezed your thigh.

"At least you'll be the one who survives if the killer gets us," Yuki suddenly chuckled, pushing a soft marshmallow into her mouth.

You furrowed, looking between all the other people who groaned. Choso shook his head, while Toji only sighed, taking another can of beer.

“What killer?” you asked, looking at Nanami.

The only reliable one, always mostly polite, acting in an almost gentlemanly way. She sighed and shook her head.

"Well, there's a story going on. About the guy who drowned here as a child because of the counsellors' negligence. He supposedly lives somewhere in these woods, killing the staff and campers," she said softly, yet the fire smouldering her cheeks gave her an eerie aura. The one washing cold shivers down your spine. Seeing your twisted face, Nanami chuckled. "Don't worry, it's just a fable. As you can see, we're all alive."

You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling Satoru wriggle by your legs. Her head fell back on your knees, hair scattering around the milky forehead as she winked.

"Don't worry, sweets, I'll protect you."

Your eyes rolled, yet fingers clenched tighter on the log's edge.

"No, he's alive. I know it. And you should be happy you're a virgin, because virgins always survive in slashers," Yuki stuck out her tongue, tipsy head falling onto Choso's shoulder as she posed as dead.

Utahime, sitting on the ground in a similar way to Satoru and allowing Shoko to brush her hair, pinched Yuki's calf.

"Stop blabbering! You're scaring the shit out of me."

You chuckled, yet a sudden thought slipped into your mind. Your forehead visibly wrinkled, fingers tapped on the log, as Satoru looked at you from below.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" She asked, while Suguru tucked a lock of your hair behind the ear.

"Well," you started, tilting your head. "Virgins survive, but gays always die first. So if the killers come, most of us will be their first target."

Another thread of silence stretched between a few people seated around the bonfire. The evening was deep, slipping slowly into night. Moonlight crept through the thick trees, and the lake settled into a peaceful slumber, allowing a few frogs to sit on the warm stones and chirp like crickets among the bushes. Crickets sang a soft melody, mingling with the fire's gentle crackle.

Yuki furrowed her forehead, clearly thinking about your words.

"Oh, you may be right. So even if you are a virgin, you'll die anyway," she giggled, her head falling drunkenly down Choso's thighs.

He sighed, brushing away the blond locks of her cheeky face and covering her tighter with a blanket.

Nanami shook her head, slowly rising. "Well, fortunately, there's no killer and no one has to die. It's just an old fable to scare the children," she shot you a smile. "Let's use it tomorrow on all the naughty brats trying to slip out of the cabins past curfew, hm?"

With that being said, the evening has ended. With Choso taking Yuki on his back, Shoko wrapping her arm around Utahime's shaking shoulder, Toji and Sukuna going back to their own cabin, while Satoru took her sweet time before slowly rising.

Suguru's cheek pressed softly against your shoulder, her gentle breath brushing you, creating a warm, soothing mist of her sweet aura around you.

"Don't worry, we won't let you die a virgin," she giggled, nuzzling herself closer against your arm.

And back then, while allowing Satoru to help you stand up from a log and wrap her arm around your and Suguru's shoulders, you had no idea how prophetic her words would turn out to be.

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Another week passed before all the camp counsellors gathered again. This time, inside the warm cabin, as the rain and storm danced over the towering trees, the midnight sky lit up here and there, with a deep, rumbling sound carried through the air.

This time, Satoru and Suguru stayed in your cabin, as if hoping to enjoy a bit of time alone. You left the house gladly, without even looking over your shoulder, shaking off the sticky warmth creeping up your neck with a tremble.

And up to your surprise, Sukuna and Toji also decided to skip the meeting.

"I think they caught a cold after morning swimming class," Nanami waved her hand. "They'll be fine, don't worry."

You nodded, plumping down on the brown sofa.

The gentle flicker of warm lamps lit the small room as you allowed yourself to relax and grow tipsy in the company of other staff. With Nanami, as usual, nodding with a smile and sipping wine; Yuki blabbering about all the embarrassments from previous years; Choso adding a few snippets of his own; and Shoko and Utahime busy with themselves.

Shoko wrapping the girl's hair around her finger, a grey smoke wrapping around Utahime's squirming nose.

A honeyed warmth filled your body, with the red wine trickling down your throat. Fogging your mind in an utterly pleasurable, almost balmy way, a feeling dangerously close to everything that pinched your body on those nights. When Satoru's tongue worked on Suguru's pussy more deliciously than usual, with the raven-haired girl's moans kissing your ears.

"Hm, I think it's time to do a quick round," Nanami sighed, looking outside into the heavy, rainy night.

Before she could stand, you pressed a palm to her thighs, sitting her back down. "You should rest. I'll go, don't worry."

Her chestnut eyes held yours for a moment before she nodded in thanks and let you slip into the warm storm. With an umbrella over your head and a flashlight in hand, you set out on the last evening walk.

Checking whether the kids didn't try to leave their cabins or spend the night with their friends. Whether the sixteen-year-old didn't have a foolish idea of slipping into the nearby woods to get drunk on cheap beers they managed to slip into their backpacks – you've been there and done that too, after all – or whether all the lights were off.

The crystal droplets bounced gently off the umbrella, sinking into the drenched, muddy earth. You walked slowly, humming softly, allowing yourself to breathe in the fresh, woody smell.

"Oh!" you gasped, slipping on something. Muggy, moist, sticking to your already wet shoes. "Ew, what is–"

But when the soft light fell to the ground – your throat tightened. Your heart throbbed, as if something heavy were hitting it with a hammer weighing a ton. The raspy breath was muffled by the heavy pattering rain as you stared at the crimson liquid pooling beneath your feet.

Carrying a metallic fragrance that tickled your nose in most unpleasing manner.

Your hand trembled, letting the umbrella slip into the muggy pool, light falling sharply on the bloody trail that led you deeper into the forest.

You shouldn't go.

Of course you shouldn't.

But what if one of the children was attacked? What if they needed your help? A weak, reckless child who came upon something, someone treacherous, hiding deep within the murky woods.

There's a story going on…

A wave of shivers ran down your spine, breath again slipped in a shudder.

"Fuck," you muttered, brushing droplets from your forehead with the back of your hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Rain drenched your skin, hair stuck to cheeks, as you slowly walked into the woods. Following the crimson trail that seeped deep into the mud, mingling with the rain and dirt, yet still letting you see the faint traces of the shining, burgundy droplets.

The trees seemed to draw closer, as if wishing to trap you inside. Lock you within the crooked branches, wrapping your hair around their petal leaves.

The faint traces of blood marked moist earth, before something else appeared.

Something black and silky, and soon you noticed it was the hair. Dark locks sticking to the pale skin, falling over the pale cheeks and slashed lips.

Toji.

And right next to her, a sprawled body with long, pink hair wrapping around the creamy skin, covering half of the crimson-stained face, so similar in colour to Sukuna's beautiful eyes.

A sharp cry fell past your lips. Your hand pressed to your lips as a thought of a murderer still being somewhere around quickly flashed through your mind.

How is it possible that no one heard the screams? Could the rain truly be that heavy, muffling the cries of your friends? After spending two weeks together in close company – friends, could they be?

You wished to touch them. To see where the blood was coming from. Whether it was still possible to save them.

But instead, with feet slipping on the sloppy mix of mud and blood, you ran back towards the camp. Specifically, your cabin, as you rumbled through the door and locked it tight behind you.

Drenched, terrified, with shaking hands and shuddered breath, you ran through the little hallway before storming into your bedroom.

"They're dead!" you cried, yet a second later a soft, "Oh" quickly joined.

You forgot why Satoru and Suguru stayed back. Why exactly you decided to leave the cabin.

As both of them were now sprawled naked on their connected beds, Suguru's thighs wide open, head slightly lolling to the side, fingers buried in Satoru's hair.

Satoru lying between Suguru's thick thighs, pushing them even wider, to lap through the drenched, swollen folds of her glistening pussy.

She looked over her shoulder with cheeks smeared in Suguru's cum, shooting you a sly smile. "Hi sweetie. What did you say?"

The familiar warmth started bubbling in your belly. Mixing with a dread, a shaken soul, a heart that wished to race out of the ribcage. The picture of Toji's and Sukuna's dead bodies merged with a full view of Suguru's sweet, dripping pussy.

Oh, you were a horrible person.

Horrible, horrible, horrible.

Egotistic and wicked and blinded by the horniness that was building up within your body for the past few weeks.

Both women stared at you with slightly tilted heads. The room was thick with their sweat and breath, a fog that clung to the windows, smooching them with creamy kisses.

"I want you to fuck me," slipped suddenly. "Both of you."

Satoru's lips fell open, crystal eyes slightly bulging. Suguru raised her eyebrows before she cleared her throat. "Sweetheart, did anything happen?"

But you didn't answer.

No, instead your shirt fell to the floor with a wet splash. Short followed soon after, before you finally took off the bra, allowing your soft breasts to spill past the lost cups.

You didn't know where the sudden confidence came from, yet the conversation from a week earlier hit you like a hammer. If you were meant to die anyway, there was no way in hell you would die a virgin.

So you joined them on the bed on all fours. Slowly drawing closer to Suguru's wicked, lavender eyes, before stopping right in front of her face.

The beauty unmatched, kissed by a thousand divine goddesses. With lips in a pout, bewitching gaze squinting into a kitty-like shape, as you placed a hand on her delicate cheek. Gliding your thumb over her lower lip, savouring the cosy warmth radiating from her sun-kissed skin.

"What are you waiting for?" She whispered, kissing your finger softly.

With a shuddering, deep breath, you pressed yourself against her. Her sweet lips and moaning puffs drew you closer. Her tongue met yours, teeth clashed, and saliva dripped down your chin from the messy kisses filling the foggy room.

Satoru hummed, and before you could turn her way, strong fingers wrapped around your ankles. Quickly pulling you away from Suguru's lips, turning you on your back, only to put you back into the same position. With thighs pressed to your chest, glistening pussy wide open for Satoru's beastly maw.

"Don't mind me," she giggled, lowering herself down to take a deep, groany smell of your cunt. "I'm going to make out with her."

Suguru sat beside you, looking down at your shocked, already dizzy face. With hair scattered across the pillow and slightly lidded eyes, she slipped her hand to brush your breasts.

"Hm, do you want to try too?" She asked, rolling your perked nipple between her fingers.

"Try wh–ah!" A cry fell past your lips when Satoru fully pressed her tongue to your pussy.

A feeling... impossible to describe. Nothing could ever match your poor attempt to pleasure yourself with those pitiful fingers of yours. The numerous toys you kept tightly hidden beneath your bed – vibrators that never satisfied, warming lubricants that yearned to mimic the true heat of Satoru's delicate tongue.

She hummed, sending trembles deep into your pussy and pushing another cry past your throat. Suguru giggled, drawing closer to peck your cheek.

"Do you want to eat me out?" she whispered, peppering your fallen lips with kisses. "I'm already so wet for you, sweetheart. Can I sit on your face?"

Oh, you dreamed only of feeling her thighs wrap around your cheeks. Feel her warmth close to your face, and you nodded. Her lips curled into a cheeky smile before she lowered herself over your face. Hands gripping the bed's wooden frame, cushy thighs brushing your cheeks.

"Stick out your tongue, sweetheart," she said, seeing you obediently do so. With sparkles of awe shining in your eyes as you looked at the woman hovering right over your face. "Mmm, such a good girl. Now, be gentle, ahh."

The moment her pussy met your tongue, something beneath your belly burst. She tasted simply like skin, with a slightly musky scent of sweat, yet your eyes rolled back at the sweetness spilling over your tongue. The sheer fact that you could finally taste her made your head spin, fingers clenching on her thighs to pull her closer.

Satoru chuckled, sucking on your clit softly. Licking, slurping, kissing the softness of your drenched pussy the same way you did it with Suguru's. One of her long, pale fingers poked your fluttering hole, pushing it gently through the tight walls.

"Sorry sweets, next time I'll use my strap," she hummed, feeling the plush clench around her fingers.

Suguru moaned softly as you sucked on her clit the same way Satoru sucked yours. In fact, you tried to mimic everything you felt. The slurps and smooches and nasty squelch, when her juices trickled down your tightened throat. Your moans hit her core whenever Satoru pressed her face closer to your pussy.

"Mhm, she's going to fuck both of us, one after another. What do you think, sweetheart?" Suguru brushed a few stray locks from your forehead, giggling at the deep furrow between your brows. "Oh my, so–ah–focused. Am I that good?"

So fucking good. So, so, so good, you wanted to say, but instead moaned loudly right into the plush of her pussy.

Your hands slipped up, tracing the smoothness of her thighs, hips, and belly, before finally cupping her heavy breasts. The flesh spilled between your fingers, with nipples just begging to be pinched, and you did so with genuine pleasure.

Nothing, really, brought you more pleasure than watching Suguru's body writhe in bliss on top of yours. Her hips moved against your tongue, head slightly tilted back, allowing raven locks to cascade down her back. Soft fingers gripped the bed frame as she began chasing the rising heat in her belly.

And you did it too, with tears swirling beneath your lids, as Satoru found your sweet spot. And, oh, she used this to her utmost wicked pleasure, massaging it with two long fingers, while licking your sweet, leaking cunt. With a cheeky smile of satisfaction tugging on her lips, seeing your belly rise and fall faster. Thighs clench around her head, hips rolling against her tongue.

"You're so close, sweets. Aren't you?"

You couldn't say anything. Not with Suguru's hips straddling your face, her warmth fully pressed to your starving mouth.

"Satoru, she's–ahh fuck–a bit busy," her velvety voice echoed somewhere from over your head, but you didn't notice.

In fact, you couldn't register anything, completely enwrapped by the pleasure coursing through your body. Your focus was solely on cumming and making Suguru climax, as you gently increased the pressure on her clit. Your tongue flicked inside her pussy, fingers rolling erect nipples, until she finally stilled on your face.

Her body shaking from pleasure, as you joined her with a pitiful moan. Letting yourself cum all over Satoru's face, as her strong arm pressed your belly to keep your wriggling hips in place. Giving your folds one last lick before slipping higher.

And higher, kissing the plush of your belly, the mound of your breasts, and when Suguru slipped herself off your drenched face, connecting her lips with yours.

"You did so well, sweets," she murmured, cupping your cheek. "Such a good girl."

She kissed you slowly, sweetly, much lighter than Suguru. With body pressed to yours, thigh between your wet legs. When she pulled away, a long stripe of crystal saliva connected your swollen lips.

Suguru cupped Satoru's cheeks and pulled her into a short kiss, swallowing each other's laughs and giggles.

You watched them with pure bliss and heavy breaths. Their naked bodies embraced one another with a passion you'd never had, yet you were ready to accept if only they wished to share it.

"How about we take care of Satoru together, hm?" Suguru asked, lavender eyes looking down at your dreamy face.

With a soft nod, you sat, letting Satoru fall down the plush pillows with a soft laugh.

"I'm fine, trust me," she said, yet watched you and Suguru slowly kiss down her body with a twinkle in her crystal eyes. "I'm–ah, fuck."

A low moan escaped her throat when your lips wrapped around one of her nipples, while Suguru took care of the other. Kissing, pinching, and sucking it gently before you started going down.

And down, through the lean, muscular belly and creamy hips, as you slowly spread her legs open. White pubes tickling your nose as you nuzzle your cheek into the mound of her pussy.

"How could I not return your kindness?" you giggled, watching a smile tug on Satoru's lips.

"Oh? And how do you plan to do that, hm?" She bit down on her lower lip, watching two beautiful, completely wet naked women nuzzle themselves between her spread thighs. "My sweet girls, next time remind me to bring a camera. Fuck, I would hang your photo over my–nghh."

Fluffy hair fell back as both you and Suguru started lapping through her folds. The saliva dripping from your tongue mixed with her creamy cum, as you both slurped on the wetness of her cunt.

Satoru looked down, another low, "Fucking hell," slipping past her lips.

As both you and Suguru started kissing right over her fluttering cunt. Licking her folds clear, before pressing your lips into one, as if wishing to taste Satoru's cum off your tongues. Sucking, drinking, moaning right into your throats, before going back to Satoru's pussy and lapping her with nasty squelch.

Your fingers pressing into her fluttering hole, brushing the soft, clenching walls till finally pressing something soft.

Something that forced a loud sigh past Satoru's lips and spread her thighs even wider. In a desperate need to feel her two beautiful girls get sugar high over her glistening cunt.

"Fuck, I'm close," she whispered, brushing away your and Suguru's locks from your faces. "So good, oh god, my sweet girls, you make me feel s-so good."

You sucked on her clit with a soft moan, hand already slipping down your body to press the swollen clit. Suguru thrusted her fingers in an almost brutal manner, yet still pressing onto Satoru's sweet spot with softness.

"Cum for us, baby," she whispered, her lavender eyes catching the crystal, blurring gaze. "Show us how good we make you feel. Our sweetheart has been working so hard to pleasure you, hm?"

Your eyes twinkled at seeing Satoru's face filled with pure pleasure. Small breasts heaving with rapid breaths, eyes half-closed, abdomen tightening to release the final droplets of creaminess, before a loud, sweet moan echoed in your ears.

Her cunt clenched on your and Suguru's fingers, a gush of liquid cum splashing all over your faces.

And together with Satoru's moans… something else crashed.

The door to your bedroom opened with a thud.

"Fuck, you already started?"

Something in your chest clenched. A sudden dread washed over you as you slowly looked over your shoulder to see no one but Toji and Sukuna. With a few traces of crimson still coating their faces, their hair fell wetly over their shoulders.

Seeing your bulging eyes, Sukuna chuckled. "Surprise, sweets."

You looked between her and Toji, your throat tight, before turning back to Satoru. An innocent, pouted smile twisted her lips, but it reminded you of a rather devilish creature.

"Listen, we just wanted to play a little prank."

Yet before you could say anything, someone's strong fingers settled on your hip. Perking them up, another hand pressed against your shoulders. With a slight turn, you noticed Sukuna taking off her wet top, while Toji was already looking down at your glistening cunt.

"Yeah, yeah, trick or treat, or whatever. I've been waiting too long for it, so how about you relax and let us take care of you, hm?"

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"thank you, mrs. hasegawa," you say, curling a warm hand around your husband's bicep, "but really, she gets it honest."

mrs. hasegawa looks on as you pat megumi's arm; he fidgets and squirms at the implied compliment, still adjusting to your newfound tendency of bragging about his fatherly capabilities. the hearts in mrs. hasegawa's eyes are unmistakable. she's trying not to swoon at the image of young, devoted love, but she's failing so hard, it seems like she's about to clasp her hands together and kick up one foot.

"oh, and she has this adorable habit—i'm not sure if the two of you were aware ... but, chie tends to personify objects that she's actively talking about. like yesterday, she was playing outside, and she was wondering if mister slide needed any sunscreen."

megumi's face flushes, and he turns his head to the side. he's trying to avoid a myriad of assaults at the moment; megumi doesn't want mrs. hasegawa to spot the furious blush on his cheeks, and her certainly has no interest in seeing your smug, shit-eating grin, because you happen to know exactly where chie's habit comes from.

a few months into your relationship, megumi had been remarking about an impending heatwave when he said: "seems like mister sun is really angry these days." back then, it had stopped you in your tracks; your megumi—gloomy, pessimistic, gentle, kindhearted megumi—has just called that giant, fiery ball in the sky 'mister sun'. and you never, ever let him live it down.

but, as much as you teased him for it, you prayed to the gods that he would slip up around your daughter and pass down that same, inexplicably cute habit. even at eight months pregnant, you still hauled yourself out of the house for hatsumode; megumi had fussed about your fingers, but you were determined to ask for one thing. please, if linguistic tendencies are at all inheritable—please let chie follow in her father's footsteps.

"ah yes," you nod, "ms. fujinuma informed us about another instance last week when we came to pick her up."

"we're trying to encourage her to use the correct terminology," megumi chimes in, scratching at the back of his neck. he flinches a bit and crinkles his nose when you jab him between the ribs, shooting you a biting glance.

"we're trying to savor it for as long as we can," you amend his previous statement.

megumi isn't sure if this 'we' includes him.

but, when chie bounds over to him with round cheeks and a bright smile reminiscent of your own, she launches herself into megumi's open arms. already talking at the speed of light, she doesn't wait for her father to catch up; instead, she simply trusts that he will understand. because he does. he always does. in fact, megumi was one of the first people who did—he translated her little kicks, knew exactly what each type of cry meant, and hung on to every piece of gibberish she spewed as a toddler.

upon exiting the building, megumi notes how the sky is a brilliant shade of blue; there is a soft breeze that ruffles her feathery black hair, and he can't help but place a swift kiss on her cheek.

"look, daddy!" she shuffles around in his hold and points upward; megumi follows the trajectory of her chubby finger to squint at the sky. "mister sun is happy ... he's smiling so big today!"

"i'm sure he is, baby," you say, pinching at her tummy and making her giggle.

"mhm," megumi nods, "daddy thinks so, too."

chie continues with her musings, bringing in character after character. mister sun, miss sky, mister bluejay, mister tow truck. by the time the three of you reach home, she has created a whole world in her head, and you and megumi listen to her gush about anything and everything.

when megumi catches your gaze again, the smile you offer him is softer—less 'i know you want to shrivel up and die right now', and more 'i'm thanking the gods that i can see you in her'.

as soon as she's occupied at the kitchen table with a color-by-number, you run the tips of your fingers over his cheekbones. he has some stubble growing in, but you don't mind. you never do. it makes your lips tingle as you pepper his face with kiss after kiss. when you reach ten, he starts laughing. it's a sound that comes from his belly, one that has become more and more common over the years.

"you're smiling so big," you murmur against his mouth.