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Baby You're a Star
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Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream of the boy you like. Just how will that go for you both!?
Warnings- emotional, lots of feelings, regrets, mentions of depression (reader) mentions of each other's past, MUCH fluffier than the last one, slow burn is still being a slow burn, character development (we love to see it) and some kissing/making out, sexual tension WC this chap- 10k
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Chapter Six
âI need a change of career.â He says again, and his manager sighs, shaking their head, as one of the directors comes up.
âModeling, I have an agency.â He hands Satoru a card, and Satoruâs manager covers his face for a moment.
âLike nude modeling?â Satoru asks.
âSure, or any kind, look at your bone structure? Youâd make good money.â Satoru holds the card, flipping it around.
He was always a pornstar, for his adult life.
Can he do more than that?
He has more than enough money to damn near retire.
But how the fuck could he get you to forgive him for what he did, how could he ever get you back? Now that he realizes there is no one in the world for him but the girl heâs wronged. The one who doesnât even realize how much he cares, because heâs not even said it, never articulated it. The girl who now wants nothing to do with him, how does he just let that go?
âSome people get burnt out,â Satoruâs manager mumbles, putting a hand on Satoruâs shoulder then. âModeling huh, Iâll get some contacts together, and weâll see about some different shoots for you.â
Satoru exhales in relief, what once felt like a perfect career truly felt like a fucking prison now. âThank you.â
âYeah, yeah, put on some fucking clothes.â Satoru smiles a bit, heading to the dressing room, looking at your name, your picture.
The sweet one with your big glasses, with your little peace sign, a sweet innocent thing he fell for, that he selfishly let be corrupted by his own needs and desires. And now he canât help but have his own regrets, remembering you that night, the anger on your face, the way you kissed him anyway, the way you bit his lip so angry, dressed so fucking slutty that night.
Heâd changed you, possibly forever, and you changed him, in ways you didnât even fucking know. How the fuck can he just let you go?
*****
Six months since you said goodbye to Satoru Gojo
Being without Satoru made you realize how empty you were before him, god how much you miss him - how horrible you feel for sending away the man you love. How stupid you feel, there are so many times you look at his number, you changed his name to just Satoru now. Once, you got drunk and texted him, panicking when you realized that you had.
I am sorry.
That was the text, not some nude or something madly embarrassing, it was a simple apology. Heâd written back to you the next day.
Donât apologize.
That alone broke you down further, there was so much beauty in Satoru Gojo, so much sweetness there that you miss so desperately. How can you not miss him, the images spilling through your mind of Satoru behind you in that mirror - both times he had been. One at that club under heady lights, pleasuring you and whispering desperate in your ear- the other him being tender, sweet, caring.
That was the duality of him - the moments he broke down, and you saw so much more you wanted to know. Peel the layers back of who he was- ultimately, you didnât know him any more than he knew you. Itâs a reason youâre beating yourself up internally, wondering if you put too much on him.
But the love confessions that spilled from your lips?
You meant every word.
It didnât matter that you didnât know him completely yet, it was everything you felt from the moment he caught your eyes at the party. It was everything about him, how your lips felt against his, how you felt when he looked at you with those eyes - so beautiful, special, loved by his actions. Did the words matter so much?
They did matter to you, or you wouldnât have pulled back. The days go by, the weeks go on, the months pass - itâs fall in LA now, itâs lovely and in the seventies, youâre just stuck inside today. Many, many days you do this, wallow in front of your couch, watch the same movies on repeat, over and over, falling asleep and dreaming of him, only to wake up from it and realize itâs gone.
The fact that you did this to yourself hurts more, that you pushed him away to find yourself, but are you finding yourself? You changed in ways you canât go back to, you changed for him but also because of him, youâre just not the same girl. As you watch Casablanca for the millionth time, and Humprhey Bogart tilts up Ingrid Bergmanâs chin, youâre in a mess of tears like youâve never seen it.
Youâll always love him, wonât you?
You ended up cutting back graphic design hours, and soon you were dabbling more in photography. Though you had done a couple shoots with Jenna, you wanted to dabble in much more. Through some pretty good connections with the company you ended up quickly making a name for yourself, the money was good and you were diving into something full on.
The distraction was so needed for everything in your life, you know that you need to focus on something and maybe the pain will lessen from losing Satoru. You always wonder if heâs okay, if heâs doing well, you canât help but ask yourself at times. Jenna ended up telling you he called that night, and for a while you were upset she didnât let you talk to him.
But you think you understand, she just cares a lot. But to see you like this, still after months - shit, half a year - she mentions it again.
âI donât want to talk about it,â you said last night. âI just⊠canât.â
âI did hear he left the industry, shut down his OF,â she murmurs, eyeing the mess you are on the couch and frowning, sheâs asked to clean for you numerous times, but you always refuse.
Your house is spotless, but your couch is where itâs real, the pain, the hopelessness you feel.
âI wonder if I was too harsh.â She says, her words surprising you then.
âMaybe you were, but itâs for the best I suppose.â You cuddle a plushie, resting your chin on it and sighing. âEven without the profession, I donât know if he returned my feelings.â
So that was where the two of you left it. Even if Jenna should have let you talk to him and didnât hide it, nothing had changed from that fact. Nothing changed when you told him you loved him, and all he said in return was that he wanted you. The feelings couldnât align themselves.
The past six months were a blur, parts where youâre enthusiastic and so energetic, and many parts where youâre devastated and lethargic. The pain of not having him rips your soul apart, everything feels wrong about not being in his arms, you second guess yourself constantly.
Should you have kept it all going, should you have just let it be physical and held back your feelings? You could have been some OF power couple, in his arms and earning his praise - being his star. Sometimes you wonder if you were more okay with filming than you thought, and it scared you - but another part knows that just isnât who you are.
You donât touch yourself and think of him, you just donât touch yourself at all, thereâs nothing to be turned on about anymore. Itâs like it was before you met him, except even little books and smut stories do nothing for you. All you picture is him in everything you read, to the point you find no joy in it, another thing about you fading in the haze of depression.
You know youâve taken it too seriously, the feelings, the moments, the nights in his arms. Youâve let it consume you, and though you maybe âknow yourselfâ better from this, it doesnât make it any happier, any easier. Every night you think of calling him, of just talking to him, but there could never be âjust friendsâ with him. Youâre too deep in your feelings.
You want him in your life, so badly and tangibly, and it canât just be fleeting - if it were, why is it still here, half a year later? Why does he dance through your fucking mind on repeat, living in your brain rent free, his big grin and just how sweet he was when you two were together. The way his hand caressed your cheek, you can still feel it there when you touch it.
When you look at the mirror you just look tired, the sparkle isnât in your eyes, the color isnât there, you brush on a little blush and add some mascara before a really big shoot, to look human. You practice a smile, you are truly excited, itâs a big opportunity for a huge magazine, and the first truly big one for you. You just have to shove down the gnawing feeling thatâs always there.
Did you really make the right decision letting him go? Couldnât you have tried to hear him out, to give him the chance?
The thoughts race as you head to the shoot, but when donât they? When donât you second guess your actions, wishing youâd been more upfront to begin with. Maybe Satoru didnât know you fell in love, or maybe he didnât believe it, maybe that wasnât something he was ready for. You shove the thoughts back as you meet everyone, and thatâs when you see him.
A head taller than everyone, the pretty face of the man you fell for, heâs wearing some insanely expensive suit opened up at the chest, buttoned down enough to show his bare chest, chiseled and cut as you remember. He isnât smiling brightly, but he has a little tight curve to those plump lips, as he runs a hand through locks that look just a little lavender under the lights.
Your heart stops in your chest as the director calls you over, and his eyes catch yours, just like that night. His lips part just so, hands tensing at his sides, blinking snowy lashes so quickly like youâre an illusion. Your pulse races in your ears, you expected to hurt when you saw him again, you imagined youâd pass him by in a street one day perhaps.
But you didnât expect the tenderness, the way you just want to hold his hand in yours is so vivid you barely bite back your emotions. You plaster on that smile, as you introduce yourself, and the girl with him is so sweet as she shakes your hand. The director explains the vision to you, as the people help decorate the set, and youâre finally there with Satoru.
He just stands there, staring at you so intensely, you feel it like a touch, you look down nervously, fiddling with your hands in front of yourself, as he drinks in the sight in front of him. âStill biting that lip,â he murmurs softly, you gasp a bit at it, eyes locking then. âYouâll have permanent marks there.â
âI think I already do,â your voice feels too good to his ears, it makes him ache as you speak, smiling so nervous, very much the girl he met that night. The different girl who just made everything stop, and you still have that effect on him, you still after all this time make his heart race. âYou look amazing.â
âMakeup is weird,â you laugh softly, the sound like a punch to the gut for him. Just that sound alone, heâs missed so vividly, he realizes it then, how much he missed every part of you. It wasnât just that desire for your body, though thatâs there, it was little things like how the lights are hitting your hair, how your smile breaks his heart. âI really wanted toâŠâ
âMe too.â You manage, the both of you donât say it, not when youâre being pulled in different directions for a moment, but you feel it, everything he doesnât say.
He missed you too. You can feel it. You can feel him, so close, his scent in your nostrils, the familiar cologne that you miss. Heâs talented already, the poses he makes are beyond someone in this for a few months, impressive as he works everything, every angle so well. You canât help but be so happy for him, to see him like this.
You know he enjoyed porn surely, but you remember the calls and demands stressing him out, it seems heâs a little more natural at this, a little awkward here and there when youâd ask him to touch the model and interact. But he picked up on that as well, you hear that most of his shoots were alone so far, so this was a huge one for him too.
To get a cover of this magazine was something anyone would covet, you canât help but feel proud of him, smiling as you snap photos. Not a fake smile, a real one, for the first time in so long, knowing he was okay, knowing how badly you needed the reassurance that he was. Your heart aches deeper, ever deeper while you watch him look at your camera, smiling just so.
Heâs heartbreakingly beautiful behind your lens.
Satoru struggles to focus on what you say, on anything, when youâre in there with him, when all he can think of is how badly he wants to hold you in his arms again. Things just were different now, like a piece of him was missing constantly, for a moment the void is full by just seeing you. He always wondered if you were good, if you were doing better, not getting hurt by him anymore.
Then he thought other things, of wildly showing up to your house, of begging you on his knees to take him back. Of asking you out truly and not whatever foolish shit he said to you. âA friendâ you were never just that, not from the moment he blew that smoke into your mouth and you trusted him so implicitly. The moment you left him was still the hardest blow heâs had.
A couple weeks hurt him more than the years with his only other girlfriend, and you two werenât even âtogetherâ. But it hurt more than anything he could even try to explain, the thoughts racing constantly. Could he have said more, given you more, the longing is so tangible it takes his breath, while you work on posing them again, and take some shots from different angles.
âTilt her chin up just a bit,â you murmur softly, as Satoruâs bright, swirling blue eyes look right at you, rather than the pretty model in front of him, and itâs like you can feel his touch, as if itâs your chin heâs gripping. âLook at her lips.â
You give a gentle direction, clearly pointing out the obvious, that Satoru canât get his eyes off the girl he hasnât seen in months, the one he dreams of every night. How can he see anyone else in the room? With a giant, fancy black canon camera, you bend down, snapping a picture, he stares in his peripherals as you do, then youâre on your knees, getting another angle.
He has wondered how you were, god he didnât want to ruin your life any further, but being this close to you makes him ache, in so many ways. How your hair falls over your shoulder, how you angle your head to study them, now walking up and smiling, turning the model so she faces away from him. You brush her hair forward over a shoulder, taking Satoruâs hand then.
Thatâs when he feels it, like a shock rushing through him as you pause for a moment, giving him a sweet, sad little smile. âTouch her waist,â you put his hand there, and take her hand now, turning her. âAnd you look at him like this⊠perfect.â
You walk back to take another few photos, and you thought maybe after so long it wouldnât hurt, but it does, like a fresh wound opening. Youâre so proud of him for being at this quality of a shoot, but you canât help but wish you were the one in his arms, even now. Thereâs not one night in the past months that he hasnât haunted one of your thoughts - all of the what-ifs.
The shoot wraps up and everyone chit chats for a bit, youâre packing your camera up in your bag when he steps up to you, that black dress shirt half tucked in and unbuttoned, showing too much of a perfectly sculpted body made for modeling. You feel your cheeks heat up as you trail your eyes up and catch his boring into you the way that only he can.
âYouâre a photographer now?â He asks softly, his tone is just so different from last time, from the cocky and conceited man, the smirk on his face replaced with parted lips, eyes studying you so intensely. You nod a bit. âThatâs so badass, look at you.â
âLook at me, youâre modeling now.â You say softly, smiling up at him as his hand goes to touch your cheek, but pauses, knowing itâs not his place to do so.
Were you with anyone? Did someone treat you like you deserved?
Even if you were, god he just missed you, the presence, the lingering sweet scent in the air - those cupcakes you always smelled like, intoxicating. To imagine caressing your cheek he sees tint with color, to hear your little laugh again, rather than the tears he left you in. He clears his throat, letting his hand fall, flexing his fingers open as he sighs.
âI am⊠I donât do⊠I changed careers.â He manages to say softly, you blink a bit in surprise at that.
âYou donât do um,â you trail off, clearing your throat. âYou donât shoot at all?â Youâd heard rumors from Jenna that he quit, but she wasnât sure if it was true. You hate the relief you feel when you shouldnât. He shakes his head now, bringing you back. âDo you miss it?â
âNo, it wasnât for me anymore.â His voice gets husky, stepping just a bit closer as the workers take apart the set, but everything fades but him.
Itâs always like this, the never ending need for him.
You feel like half your heart is standing right in front of you.
âDo you enjoy modeling, Satoru?â To hear his name from your lips makes his heart race, he nods quickly. âThen Iâm very happy for you. I wondered how you were,â you blink back tears, and he catches sight of them glimmering under the set lights. âI think of you often.â
The words are there, you are afraid of them, but also youâre so tired of holding it all in. He steps even closer, making you swallow nervously, leaning down a bit, a hand now brushing your hair back from your face. The contact alone of his fingers brushing through your strands makes your heart hammer in your chest, eyes locking with his.
âI think of you every damn day,â his hoarse voice is so genuine, youâre so afraid to trust it, to believe it, but you feel it, something has changed in him. âI would love to just know how your life is going. If youâd just please, have coffee with me? Or just anything in the world you want.â
âSatoru,â he caresses your cheek now, uncaring of the eyes around you both, the little murmurs, his eyes are locked all on you, as he brushes aside a tear you didnât realize slipped. âYou really just want to know me?â
âI do, I want to know you, even if we catch up and you never talk to me again, maybe itâs what I deserve.â
âYou donât-â
âI do not deserve any time. But please,â his own eyes shut, as he feels you trembling as his hand slips down your arm, over bare skin. âI want to know youâre good, that youâre okay, just anything you want to share with me.â
You turn away for a moment, and he curses under his breath, afraid of your answer, but youâre swiping tears, trying to compose yourself. You feel so much in that moment, in how deeply you still love him, that you just have to take a moment, before turning back around, eyes glimmering as you catch him, staring down at his feet, nervous like you.
âIâd love to catch up, Iâd love to know how your life is,â you almost break down, blinking tears as his eyes meet yours again. âHow about now?â
âNow!? Shit, yes. Now.â You giggle a bit, as he smiles, so boyish and charming, splitting your heart into a million pieces as he takes your hand, pausing. âIs that okay if IâŠâ
âYes,â you nod, and he tugs you along, you hear whispers of the models around, who surely all had crushes on him, but Satoruâs attention is undividedly on you. as your heart races in your chest. Your fingers intertwined as he brings you to his car now. âSatoru you drive?â
âI do.â He smiles a bit, brushing his fingers across the sleek Mercedes. âSheâs my baby.â
âIs she now?â He grins and nods, opening the door. âI thought you had no license, honestly.â
âIâm wounded! No, I just don't usually drive, this car is special. Here,â he latches your seat belt in, your breath catches, he's so close you feel flustered by him. He comes to sit and smiles at you. âWhere too, my lady?â
âYour lady hmm,â you're teasing but the words melt you. There's so much unsaid between you both that you don't think coffee is going to cover it, but you're willing to try it as a first step. âThe one by my place? I stress baked cupcakes I can give you when you drop me off.â
âHow many this time?â He chuckles as he turns, backing up. It's crazy to even see Satoru holding a steering wheel, it's far too attractive.Â
âLike only three dozen. And I have brownies.â
âPot brownies?â
âNo!â You both laugh again, it's so fucking natural, it's so easy to be with him like this. Like the night you met him.
It gets a little quiet then, as you sit in the traffic, and he puts on his music from his phone. It's a quiet song, filling the new silence as the two of you sit there, scared to say the wrong thing.
You take a breath. Looking at him, the sun bright through the car window, illuminating his skin. He peers right back at you, hands gripping the wheel tightly, exhaling. You barely blink back more emotions, reaching a hand out then, resting it on one of his.
âShit, I missed that.â He whispers softly, taking your hand gently and kissing it. Your heart breaks further, until the pain is so deep you can't breathe.
âI'm so sorry I pushed you away, I didn't give you a chance to explain things.â Your words are broken and hoarse, Satoru shakes his head, back focused on the road as he holds onto your hand tightly.
âI'm sorry that I pushed you into something that you never wanted.â
âYou didn't push meâŠâ
âI offered it, and I knew you weren't that girl. I knew it, but I was selfish,â he looks back at you, sadness in his blue depths. âI wanted to have it all, my career, you, keep everything in my life the same. Just better. It was selfish.â
âI was selfish, I did it to make sure you wouldn't be with anyone else.â Saying it out loud hurts, but you feel the weight come off your chest, as Satoru blinks tears, falling across his cheek and glimmering in the sun.
âYou just wanted to please me, I don't think that's wrong. It was wrong of me to let you.â
âDon't bear all of the blame,â you lean close and kiss away his tears, the two of you stuck in more traffic now. His car parks, as he brushes his fingers across your face. âI should have told you how much it all meant, it was never just sex for me. I wasn't honest with you.â
He nods just a bit, but you see it, the regret on his face. âI wasn't honest with you about anything I felt either. I want to tell you so much, but it's too late.â
âIt's not too late.â He sighs, the traffic moves as you sit back in your seat. Clutched tightly, your little hand in his huge one, protective and sweet, you've never missed something so badly.
âYou're not with someone?â
âSatoru I work, come home and wallow on my couch. I'm not dating,â he visibly exhales. âAnd you're notâŠâ
âNo one.â His words are quiet, your heart pounds so loudly in your ears as he eyes you again, blue storms swirling with so much. âIf this coffee goes okay, can I have a date? A real date?â
You canât help but get flustered, visible to him the way you nibble on your thumb and shift in your seat, eyes lowering. âA date?â
âA real one. Flowers or some corny shit, fuck I'll get a corsage.â
âSatoru!â You're giggling, he sighs then at how good that sound hits his ears. âItâs not prom, silly.â
âGod I love your laugh,â you pause, looking at him then. âNever told you that. The sound does something. It's contagious.â
âI love your smile,â his lip trembles at your teary declaration. âI missed it so badly, I hate that I made you lose it.â
âI hate that I made you cry, I hate that I said that shit.â You shake your head then, biting down on your lip once more, at a red light. It casts a soft glow on Satoru's face, as he tugs it from your teeth. âI didn't mean it.â
âI know you didn't, I should have accepted the apology. I felt so⊠lost though?â He manages a little nod, as he drives again, and you two just listen to the music in the car until he's right at that coffee shop.
âI went there because I just wanted to see you, it wasn't just sex for me.â He unseatbelts you with a quiet click, a hand pressing on your bare thigh as he looks into your eyes. His minty sweet breath caresses your face. âIt was never just sex and that scared the fuck out of me. I wanted to explain it away as simply amazing sex.â
âIt was more for you too?â He nods now, cupping your face in his hands, resting his forehead on yours as you two take each other in.
âSo much more. I have a lot to tell you about me, it's not all gonna happen today. But I want you to know. And I want to know you, your life, things I didn't even care to find out then. If you will let me.â
âI will, Toru.â The nickname ends his control, he kisses you, just a sweet pop of his lips for a moment, and you melt in his embrace, he pulls back and his thumbs brush over your heated cheeks.
âSorry, should I not do that? Can I not do that?â His concern is written all over his face then, while the blue eyes assess you gently.
âYou can do that,â you press a kiss to his palm, thumb brushing along his inner wrist now. âIs this a date too?â
âFuck, anything is a date if you want it.â You laugh a bit.
âA date with the Satoru Gojo?â
âOnly with you,â you both step into the cozy ambiance of the Cafe, bustling as always. The aroma of coffee beans and sweets fills both of your noses. âGo grab a table, I'll get us two cups.â
You're so pretty sitting there, chin on your hand resting just so, smiling and watching him when he's walking back. And all he can think is how precious and right you feel, as he sits next to you in the booth, and you two sip on the sweet foam of the mocha hitting your lips. He has just a bit of foam on them you tentatively swipe off, the touch almost doing him in.
Just that motion is damn near too much for him, your fingers on his lips as you smile, so nervous, bringing back that night. Did he fall in love with you then? Was something like that even possible? He canât explain it any other way, from the moment he saw you and how you filled his mind, changed him forever. Your hand falls as he contemplates you carefully, scared itâs some dream.
âYou remember my favorite?â He nods, not realizing just that speaks volumes.
You love him.
You're always going to love him.
You ache to say it, but you want that to be the right moment. The hurt is so raw and new, and you two both feel that tension, the way that you both feel terrible for how it all went, the way you missed each other. You sit next to him, a hand comfortably resting on your thigh, it feels so right, the touch. Youâre so starved from the lack of him, the lack of his nearness.
âI want to learn anything you want to share.â You tell him softly, as he massages your thigh with his thumb in little circles.
âSo do I. Where's photography fit in? Do you still do design?â
âI still do that, I think I needed a distraction. How did you get into modeling?â
âReally connected agents and being stupidly attractive.â Youâre laughing, shaking your head. âGonna deny it?â
âYouâre ridiculous.â Heâs grinning so big then, you know how terribly you missed that, tugging at your own lips in return, making you smile with him. âI love how your eyes light up.â
He pauses, heart hammering at your soft words, words youâve held back, and he feels his own tumble out, when his hand squeezes your thigh gently. âI love how sweet you are.â
You feel it, that barrier falling, the one thatâs terrified to open up again, but heâs trying to, you just see it. You take a breath, smiling with trembling lips. âI love how caring you are, how you notice things no one else does.â
Drawn to you even closer, he swallows nervously, Adams apple bobbing while he brushes your hair back. âI miss your scent, I catch a hint of it and look for you.â
âYou do?â Your voice is soft, as the moment feels so surreal, you couldnât even have dreamt this, pictured this. He nods quickly, while your hand rests over his, feeling the veins under your fingertips while you two cozy up in the little coffee shop.
âI do miss it, I miss everything. Not just⊠you know⊠that.â He blushes a little, rubbing the back of his neck as you feel your own cheeks heat at the memories.
âMe too. Everything.â It takes everything in Satoru not to kiss you again, not a sweet little press of the lips like earlier - he wants to make sure your mouth is swollen from his kisses. He wants you so badly itâs hard to think, to inhale your scent in his nostrils as he tastes your sweet skin, to just fucking hold you.
A mix of everything at once so overwhelming he is trembling, you notice and look at him, lashes lowering as your hearts both race, and his head leans down, coming to rest on yours. You feel tears pricking your eyes at how badly you craved this, craved his presence, in any form at all. You didnât know this would be a possibility, the way you two speak now, the way you donât stop the contact.
That first night you met, you two couldnât stop talking, and for a shy girl like you it was entirely new, it was so different and special, all to happen again for you both, to be so connected and the ease that your words flow. Itâs natural, so right to speak to him, to listen to him, as you both recount what youâve missed in the months alone, making the longing even deeper.
Youâd missed so much.
Heâd missed so much.
Eventually taking far, far too long to just drink coffee together, heâs taken you back home. You hesitate a bit before inviting him in, remembering the pain of that moment you asked him to leave, and realizing what heâll see if he comes in. He feels your hesitation, clearing his throat then, and taking your hand in his.
âI donât have to come in if youâre not ready,â you shake your head quickly. âItâs understandable.â
âItâs not that at all, itâsâŠâ your couch is a mess, the living room table littered with wine bottles and pizza boxes. You have been in such deep depression that the area alone stays messy, while you stress clean the entire house. How do you show him that side of you, a side you donât know how to explain?
âYou can just go in and bring âem out, itâs okay.â Heâs smiling again, you sigh then, shaking your head.
âIf weâre going to start over, I think you should know parts of me that arenât the best.â He frowns a bit in confusion as you unlock the door, he remembers every bit of your home of course, but when he looks over to your couch he sees it.
Heâs quiet as you shut the door behind him, tense as you know this isnât how a normal person acts, the devastation youâve been in, the place you rot away and cry about him. The place you numb yourself, after acting happy all fucking day, you know itâs not normal to be this affected by a couple weeks with someone.
But it was you, and you didnât want to hide anymore.
âShitâŠâ He murmurs, you slip your purse on the counter, while he slowly walks up to you, hands on your waist, you feel the emotions youâve barely held together about to crumble when he tugs you against him, wrapping his arms around you.
âItâs embarrassing, thatâs why I hesitated.â You admit softly, letting him hold you right in your kitchen, but it wasnât like last time - it was not sexual, itâs caring, itâs a tight hold you never want to leave.
âYou were hurting that badly, why didnât you justâŠâ He exhales, kissing your head then. âYou could have told me, fuck Iâd have been here.â
âI pushed you away, I hurt you too.â Your words are true, heâs been devastated without you, but the physical evidence is glaring in how you took it.
âWe hurt each other,â he admits, you nod, looking up at him and sighing, he tilts your ching up now, the feel of him against you filling things that were empty before and in his absence. âThereâs so much I want to say, but for now⊠let me just help clean this up.â
âNo, please, Iâll clean it before you come over again.â Heâs already shaking his head. âSatoru, that's embarrassing.â
âItâs not. Whereâs the cleaning shit?â Heâs already tall and lanky in your kitchen, bending over and opening cabinets now. Heâs doing anything to avoid the knowledge you hurt like that for so fucking long, the sweet and bubbly girl he met living like that breaks him so deeply he canât even tap into how much it hurts.
âIt was just⊠a spot I left that way I guess.â You grimace and help him then, grabbing trash bags as you eye the mess youâve made of the couch.
Itâs abundantly clear the spot you sat in for six months every day after work, while he starts throwing out empty boxes and bottles of wine with you. Youâre not as embarrassed with him as you thought youâd be, he doesnât make you feel that way, he just helps you, methodically throwing things out. The wine bottles clink as they hit, he eyes a couple of them and smirks.
âThese are so cheap and shitty.â
âWell excuse me!â Youâre laughing then, even through your tears, he gives you a sad little smile, continuing to tidy up. You tackle the table you havenât seen in months with a sponge, he starts folding your several plush blankets all tangled up, frowning a bit.
âYou sleep here too?â He asks, you nod a bit.Â
âI would just watch movies till I cried myself to sleep.â You take a shaky breath, wiping the table down with a towel as Satoruâs lips open, as if to speak, but he just smiles again.
âIâll take these out.â He walks the trash out as you go to the kitchen, spotless in comparison to that area, that was the one place you let it all just be chaos, let the hurt sink in.
Now heâs here, and you donât even know how to act, you hurt him and pushed him away, and heâs here to pick up your pieces. He steps back in, walking over to you as you both look at each other, his hands slipping down your arms gently, you take several breaths, biting your lower lip as he tugs you closer. Itâs quiet, all the things you both want to say on the tip of your tongues.
âIâm so sorry you hurt like that,â he finally says, cupping your face, you touch his hand and sniffle a bit, nodding.
âI hurt you too, though, I felt so horrible for it, I think it made everything worse.â
âDonât,â he shakes his head now. âI didnât know how to not be sexual, you were right about me.â
âBut you-â
âNo,â he puts a finger to your lips, sighing now as he feels them under his finger, smoothing that indentation of your teeth and watching your lashes lower. âThe club, I just proved you right.â
You flush as you remember that, the wanton way youâd arched for him, how youâd squirted, sucked his fingers. God you were a mess for him so easily, after saying you didnât want that you fell back into it with ease. If he were to do it now you would, but he keeps his touches chaste, careful, leaning down and tilting your chin up, letting you look into his eyes.
âI originally made it sexual then demanded more-â
âNo, you needed more. You told me, and I didnât give it. IâŠâ he trails off, sighing now. âI never knew how to be affectionate, sex to me was affection. Itâs all I knew how to do in that moment, when you needed more.â
âBut you didnât have to give more. That was me.â
âI want more, I still want more.â You can hardly comprehend that those words are coming from his perfect lips, your heart racing now. âThereâs a lot I want to say, but I donât think we should unpack this all today. And I want to see you again.â
âI want to see you again.â Your hand slips up his chest, as he wraps an arm around your waist. âThank you for today, for everything. You didnât have to do that.â
âI helped cause that depression, so of course I should help clean it up.â Heâs emotional, imagining the girl he fucking loves - yes he loves you - just sobbing on a messy couch. He swallows it down, along with the urge to kiss every part of your body, knowing he just canât right now.
âI never thought Iâd see you again,â the sobs break now, you canât hold them back when youâre in his arms, face pressed against his chest, body shaking as he tries to stroke your back, your arms. âI felt so horrible making you go.â
âIt was the best thing, you deserved more than I gave.â
âSatoru! NoâŠâ
âYes.â He cups your face, swiping your tears as he holds back his own, shaking his head again. âYou deserve everything, fuck I was so unsure I could ever give it you you I never thought youâd even fucking feel that way for me.â
âYou underestimate how amazing you are,â he nuzzles your palm when you lean up and touch his cheek gently. âYou deserve everything.â
âI want you to know, I havenât⊠nothing since you.â You blink in surprise, lashes still dripping tears that he presses sweet kisses on, bending at the waist. âI couldnât be with anyone.â
âMe either, Toru.â He kisses you again, sweet and salty from your tears, as his own eyes get glassy with emotion.
âYou promised me brownies and cookies, I earned my keep now.â You laugh then, itâs so freeing, his pretty grin just a little crooked as you step back.
âYou did! Of course, come on.â You go to grab them out of the fridge, he hates that even now heâs eyeing your ass like that, he knows he canât yet, but it doesnât mean he doesnât desire your body too.
Heâll always desire you, every bit of you, the thoughts eating him at night, the amount of times heâs played with himself to your memory is ridiculous. But he is making sure that takes a back seat, what you need is comfort, clearly, the sadness just shows, like youâre keeping it together just a bit for him. You get a pretty flowery tupperware and start stacking them for him as he is enamored with your every movement.
âYouâre so beautiful.â He says softly, you pause, snapping the lid on, all puffy cheeked from crying.
âI probably look like a mess,â
âYouâre always beautiful.â He steps closer, kissing your forehead now. âNot just your pretty face or your sexy body,â now his voice drops an octave, fucking your mind, body and heart up as you look at the man you love. âSomething about you, itâs in here, that shit sounds corny huh?â
âNo, it doesnât,â heâs touching your chest, feeling your heartbeat under his palm racing and fluttering. You put yours on his, feeling the slow athletic beat heâs always had kicked up just a bit. âYou are too, Satoru, much more than your looks.â
Those words hit harder than he knew they would, itâs always been his looks, since he met his ex. Everything was his potential, and even if his personality was something that carried him, it always felt like people wanted him for his looks. His eyes, his body, his lips.
But you never just wanted that, he knows it now.
âFuck,â he canât even hold back this one kiss, the one where heâs pinning you against the counter, and youâre whining out, that cute breathy cry that ends him. âI missed you so fucking much.â
âMe too, me tooâŠâ your words are muffled with his lips, hungry and desperate on yours, the kiss heâs held for you for months, the one he played over and over in his head. If he ever got a chance, if he ever got to hold you again, he pours it all then, in that moment with you.
âSatoruâŠâ Youâre whispering his name as he bends over, taking over your senses, mouth devouring yours, so messy then, his tongue slipping in your mouth, possessing it. You cling to his dress shirt, nails pressing against his back over the fabric as his hands slip down your waist, gripping your hips and tugging you closer.
He whispers your name, a soft whine as he looks at you with those cerulean depths lit up, breaths faster, kissing you over and over, as if heâll never get enough. You lose yourself, your entire body on fire - nipples pressed against your sweater, tummy clenched with the desire you havenât felt once before or after him, your pulse racing in your ears.
âGod I missed this,â he says then, breaking away to take a breath, you kiss him again, sweet, god youâre sweet. God he loves kissing you, holding you, looking into eyes behind fogged up glasses, so adorable it tugs at him with affection. âYouâre so adorable.â
âI need windshield wipers.â He laughs then, a genuine laugh, as you giggle, he tugs your glasses off and kisses you again, hands gripping your face after he sets them on the counter next to the baked goods.
It wasnât just an exaggeration, it wasnât him making the thoughts more than they were, the kisses just were like this with you. Life altering movements of plush lips melding to each other, hands warming each other's skin, he canât get enough - god he wants more, but he holds back, until he canât anymore, tugging away just a bit and taking a breath, trailing his fingers down your curves slowly.
âI want more, I donât want you to think it was just your body,â he says then, you nod quickly, understanding, even as your breasts heave up and down with your quick breaths. âGod I wanna fucking tear this off you.â
âMnhâŠâ you bury your face against his chest, feeling his heart beat against your cheek quicker now, as you nod against him. âI want it too, Satoru I⊠I felt so sexual because I just already had feelings. It was always more for me.â He exhales, pressing another kiss to your heated cheek, blushing against his lips, hot to the touch.
âI knew that, and I still was selfish.â Admitting it sucked, it fucking hurt, but he knows he needs to do more, say more.
âSo was I.â
âI donât think you have a selfish bone in your pretty body.â You laugh softly.
âI do. For you.â
âSelfish for me?â His husky voice drives you insane, you nod when he moans, kissing you again, thigh pressing between yours, when he feels your heat it almost takes him out. âFuck⊠maybe youâll show me how selfish some day.â
âM-maybe I willâŠâ
He chuckles again, pulling back. âYouâre too cute.â
âOh you always said that.â Youâre smiling though, he sees it and it tears him up, how beautiful the sight is for his eyes again.
âYou are cute, youâre adorable. I love that about you⊠I⊠deleted those, so you know, okay?â Your eyes widen in surprise then.
âYou did?â
âThe moment you said you regretted them, it wasnât right to keep it up. I want you to know, no one knows it was you, I guess except your friend and me.â
âOf course, I knew youâd never share that information.â
âI shouldnât have asked you, I shouldnât have done it.â
âSatoruâŠâ
âNo,â he cuts you off softly, youâre back in his arms now, snuggled in his embrace. âI am furious I showed anyone that perfect pussy, yâknow that?â
You pause at the declaration, looking up at him. âReally?â
âGod yes,â he laughs without humor then. âI hate that others saw you, it was already making me angry, but I was so stuck up my own self.â
âJust know I forgive you, and I donât blame it all on you.â He nods then, the relief from your words letting his broad shoulders rest just a bit. âThank you for taking them down, but I shouldnât have said that.â
âYou did regret it.â
âI didnât regret being with you on video, I um⊠regretted others seeing it. Me and you? It felt too intimate, too special,â your hands entwine as you speak, his long fingers against your much smaller ones, feeling so warm and good. You shut your eyes as you try to gather your thoughts. âI regretted anyone seeing us together.â
âIt was special,â his words bring your gaze back. âIt was intimate, and I wish we kept it to us now.â
âYou do?â
âGod yes, the fact that anyone jerked it to you? Makes me unreasonably fucking mad now,â you bury your face against his chest again, the warmth of his palm seeping into your skin. âAll I could think was âpussy is mineâ.â
You blink in surprise. âYou thought that?â
âDid I think that, yes of course I did. I thought a lot I didnât say,â he sighs now, kissing your forehead again so sweetly as his phone rings. He frowns, and you step back a bit as he checks it. âIâm suddenly free this Saturday, how about you?â
âIâm free!â You say it so quickly he laughs.
âSweetheart,â the way he says it after so long makes you tremble with need, as he brushes back your hair. âI canât begin to say how much I missed you.â
âMe too, god so much. Feel like youâre some dream.â He feels the same, god he does, like this isnât real, when you two kiss again, this time itâs too much, heâs so close to losing his control.
Satoruâs hands are on your hips, while you feel like your home is here, right on his perfect lips. Heâs delving his tongue in your mouth feverish and heated now, before he picks you up, thighs on either side of his hips, sitting you on the counter. Youâre lost in him, like the sweetest drink or most addicting drug, arms wrapping his neck as his hardness presses.
âFuck, sweetheart,â he murmurs again, you whine and roll your hips, when he litters kisses down the side of your neck. âI miss this so much.â
âI miss it, I miss you. Need you.â He exhales at that, his hands slipping up bare thighs over your knee socks, thumbs pressing the softness of your inner thighs, youâre whining out at it. âI only want you.â
âGod me too,â heâs so close to slipping those soaked panties to the side, as he tugs you closer, and you take a breath, trying to get your composure, lips swollen from his kisses. âSo beautiful.â
âI feel beautiful with you,â he moans and kisses you again, hands pressing deep, so deep heâll bruise you as they wrap your thighs, and he groans. âIâm so sorry.â
âIâm sorry,â he sighs as he pulls back, looking at you spread for him, picturing sinking to his knees and worshipping you. âYou look too good, I need to go.â
âI feel the same. I think I should⊠bake more.â He laughs again, the sound so bright it melts you, as he helps you down, sliding you across his hard body slowly. âBake a lot and then take a cold shower.â
âA cold shower sounds good to me too.â He cups your face then, tilting your chin up and brushing his thumb on your lips. âMake no mistake, we need time, but when youâre ready if I ever get another chance at you? Iâm gonna fuck you till you canât walk.â
âToru mnhâŠâ Heâs moaning and kissing you again, it takes everything not to let him, not to beg for it. But you both need to take a breath. Itâs too raw, itâs too fresh, and thereâs so much. âI want to know so much more about you.â
âI do too. Not just every inch of your body, though that thought is raging,â heâs pouting and youâre giggling again, brightening your pretty eyes. âI wish Iâd just listened to you then. But my feelings were hurt.â
âI get it, I really do. So, Saturday huh?â
âSaturday.â He kisses you again, and soon heâs walking to the door, as the memories of the last time he was here hit.
âFuck,â you hate how they rush in, stealing your breath. He looks at you, frowning as he holds the little tupperware you gave him. âI hated myself for doing it.â
âNo, sweets, donât. Donât hate yourself, okay?â Youâre swiping tears again.
âIâm a mess.â
âBeautiful mess,â his words make you lean up to kiss him again, his free hand wraps you, while the two of you stand in your quiet entry way, just the sounds of your breaths and kisses filling the room. âI want you to be my beautiful mess.â
âI want to be yours.â He sighs, kissing your palm and then your hand, things he never thought heâd do, but he wants to with you.
âI donât want to fuck this up, I never thought Iâd even see you again, not even sure I deserve to kiss you.â
âLet me figure out what you deserve, what I want. Okay?â He nods then, swallowing nervously and taking a breath. âText me when you get home safe.â
âI will, good night sweets.â The little nicknames nearly do you in again, when you smile and lean on the doorway, heâs waving when he gets in his car, hesitating before he pulls off.
What if he doesnât see you again?
The panic sets in his heart, he knew he missed you, but he didnât know the depths of the fear until now, as he sees your hand wave back at him, sees your silhouette in the doorway. He steps out of his car, walking back up as you shut your door, stepping forward when heâs kissing you again.
âOne more.â He murmurs, so sweet youâre done for, god itâs all back - it never left - but being in his arms? His presence? His desperate needy kiss?
Youâre hugging him over his shoulders, kissing him right back, the sky is all pinks and golds as the sun sets, casting shadows on that silvery hair, bringing out the little streaks of lavender. Youâre taking a slow breath, heart feeling like itâs whole for the first time since that day you sent him away, the day you did the thing that hurt you the most, but heâs here.
Heâs here.
All of him.
âSorry,â you shake your head, cupping his face. Heâs a couple steps down as you stand on your deck, enough youâre almost face to face with him. âI canât help it.â
âDonât say sorry, I love your kisses. I missed them.â He moans and kisses you again, feeling your gravity tugging him so close that it feels wrong to back away. âYou could just stay and cuddle? Or just stay. You donât have to go home if you donât want to, you know.â
âIf I stay no way itâs just fucking cuddling, youâre expecting too much from a former pornstar you know,â You blush then at his insinuation, when he backs away again. âGood night baby.â
âGood night again, Toru.â
He laughs as he goes back to the car, your heart hurts when he drives off, but the weight feels so lifted, the sorrow and self loathing of pushing the man you love away. It was so hard to let that go, to let go his tears when he begged you to keep him around, but now you know it was the right decision, as you pass by a freshly cleaned couch later that evening, eyeing your phone.
You always sit there, but tonight instead, you go to your room, the bed youâve not gone near in so long. You snuggle up, pulling up a book for the first time in months, and you can almost read it, but youâre so stuck in your thoughts of him, of his kisses and his pretty blue eyes, of the energy of him, his scent left behind. A scent you missed so fucking badly.
Instead of wine and pizza, itâs a water bottle next to your nightstand, when you get it - his text.
Satoru - I got a little busy. I'm sorry, Iâm home now. Suguru was having a moment
You - thatâs fine! Iâm glad youâre home safe
Satoru sighs, looking at the phone as he lays in his bed, picturing you right here in his arms, heâd stroke your hair, heâd press kisses along your skin. Heâd hold you here forever if you fucking let him. Even now, thereâs so much more he has to say, but he wants to give you the perfect date, one you deserve. He wants to share more of who he is with you.
Today, seeing that side of you made it so much more raw, the pain you must have felt, how hard it was to push him away. He never resented you for it, even though it killed him, deep down he knew why you did it, but instead of trying to fix it, he made it all fucking worse that night.
Satoru - I canât wait to see you again.
Heâd never say that before, heâd have made some sexy joke or some silly comment, not just be vulnerable. And it was terrifying to do it, his heart hammering in his chest as he sits up in his bed. He looks next to him, remembering you right there, remembering fucking you all night, waking up and fucking you again, but he thinks of all the times he could have done more.
Just held you, just kissed you, of course he wanted you - god heâs never wanted anyone like you - but he wishes he did even more. Hold your hand, at that damn dinner said âno sheâs my girlfriendâ fuck he wanted to. He wishes he could have held you so close to him, let everyone know youâre his. Friend, what a joke, he never was your friend.
He always wanted more and didnât even know what it was.
You - me too, Iâm so excited!
Heâs torn between being so happy and smiling, but also feeling that sadness of seeing that couch with you. The pain he saw in your eyes that night at the club, but he was so consumed, he couldnât realize what was glaringly apparent. Your confessions he was so fucking scared to return.
He canât wait to say it, that he loves you.
He never thought heâd get a chance.
You- I hope you have sweet dreams Satoru.
He smiles at that sadly - Itâs been nothing without you, darkness.
You bite your lip as he types - Itâs been nightmares for you.
Satoru- you too, sweetheart.
The two of you can hardly stand it, feeling each otherâs kisses lingering on your skin, inhaling the scent of each other in your nostrils. Hugging those pillows tight and picturing each other. But for once, instead of you sobbing and him tossing and turning, the two of you fall asleep, wishing Saturday would come quickly, so you two can start over again, and not fuck it up so badly.
we will get back to this being sexy next chap aha
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CHRISSYYYYYY baby i know you warned me SO many times about how much this was gonna hurt butâŠ
OW WTFđ
YOU LITERALLY RIPPED MY HEART RIGHT TF OUT OF MY CHEST WITH THIS CHAPTER
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Baby You're a Star
Art in the banner by Kerravi on x!
Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream of the boy you like. Just how will that go for you both!?
Warnings- Toxic attraction, jealousy, arguments, very emotional, fighting and break ups, reader being depressed and emotional, Jenna being protective, Nanami giving no fucks, Satoru being contemplative and slightly less stupid, fingering, sexual tension, light choking, public play, squirting, reader is better at feelings finally, and A LOT more angst WC this chap- 11k
A/N- Taglist closed- this chap is ANGSTY you've been warned, please comment/rb if you enjoy <3
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Chapter Five
âNanami, you didnât have toâŠâ Nanami Kento is at your front door with two coffees in hand, smiling that handsome smile, eyes behind his dark green glasses.
âNo worries, love. I was passing by and remembered bringing you home, I realized itâs right here.â
âThank you!â You lean forward and press a kiss on his cheek, the guilt eating at you slowly.
What if he knew you did a fucking porn shoot the other day?
He knows your situation, but what would he think of that, in fact what do you think of that? Of yourself, as Jenna said, changing for Satoru? Heâs never pushed you into anything, and these things were all brought on by your own self interest - of wanting to be just everything for him so that he would not stray. It was selfish of you, knowing his career.
You knew he wasnât interested in more, but let yourself live in the delusion, the thoughts that you could be enough to fill all of the voids there, when in fact he has made his own thoughts clear. He loves spending time with you, he loves fucking you, the two of you make excellent money - triple last time actually - so for Satoru, itâs clearly a convenient situation.
Nothing more.
Not having seen Satoru for a couple days, he texted you several times through- out the day, he called you before bed, it all felt too good, too natural, too perfect for his perceived friendship, the one that you were honestly ruining with how you are. You wish you could be normal about it all, that you could just enjoy whatever this was, but her words keep ringing in your mind.
Losing yourself.
Are you?
âThis is my favorite,â you say as you take a sip, gesturing your head for him to come in then. âI just stress baked some muffins, want some?â
âStress baked?â He asks, amused now, and you giggle a bit, sighing.
âMmm, yes I do that.â He eyes the kitchen counter, with about thirty six muffins already on it, of different flavors. âTake some actually.â
âWhat do you do with all of these?â He grabs one and sets his coffee down on your counter then.
âI bring them to all of the neighbors, they love me.â He chuckles, the sound throaty and inviting, biting into one and moaning, shutting his eyes.
âTheyâre so good,â heâs licking a bit off his lower lip, and you smile, grabbing one and nibbling yourself. âYou look like that, work hard and bake?â
âYouâre giving me too much credit.â He bites again, raising a brow.
âSeems like quite a woman to me.â
âNanami!â You playfully shove his chest a little, and he takes your hand, it feels so warm and good, swallowing your much smaller hand in his. You enjoy it, you just wish you felt something like you did with the elusive pornstar youâre hopeless for.
âWould you like to-â the doorbell rings, you smile as you drop your hand.
âLet me grab that,â he nods, sipping his coffee, when you open the door, and see Satoru leaning in the doorway, coffees in his hands. âOh!â
âGot your favorite, sweets.â He steps in, leaning his tall self down to kiss your cheek, when he catches sight of Nanami in your kitchen.
Shit.
âYou got company?â His tone is strained, and you wonder why - he clearly had been a little irritated about your date, but itâs not like heâs made a step for you all to go further. And youâre too fucking scared to bring it up and lose this.
âHe stopped by to bring me coffee. Looks like Iâll be well caffeinated." You smile, but Satoruâs blue eyes are darting across your shoulder at the buff man leaning against your counter.
âMuffin?â Nanamiâs words make Satoru unreasonably furious, how comfortable and at ease he looks in your kitchen.
âIâd love one.â He steps past you, youâre closing the door, the tension as Satoru steps in is far too palpable, it seems to amuse Nanami more.
Nanami hands Satoru one, and he yanks it from his hand, biting it and setting down his cup, moaning and shutting his eyes then. âArenât they yummy?â
âFuck,â he moans again, looking at you now. âYou bake this good?â
âStress baking, that's all.â You smile a little, standing between the two men that just tower over you, Satoru is taller by a few inches, his head isnât far from your ceiling actually, spiked up white hair precariously close to brushing against the textured white paint above you. âNanami was in the neighborhood.â
âWas he?â He nibbles one again, smirking over at Nanami, who casually takes a bite.
âI thought Iâd see her, ask her on another date.â Satoruâs jaw tenses, and you wonder if this is the moment heâll finally say something.
âOh, another date? Second date, huh?â His tone is feigning ease, but itâs so clearly not at ease at all.
âMmhmm, maybe this weekend?â He brushes a lock of your hair back from your bare shoulder, and you smile. âLunch?â
âI can have lunch.â Itâs not like Satoru is gonna-
âIâm taking her to lunch tomorrow.â
âYou are?â He glares at you.
âYes, I was coming to ask you to come to lunch with me, actually.â
âWere you⊠well, what about Sunday?â Nanami asks, and you smile brightly up at him.
âSunday works for me.â
âPerfect. Iâll leave you to hang with your friend,â his tone hints he knows exactly what type of friend Satoru is, but heâs clearly unbothered, kissing your cheek and leaning down. âText you later?â
âAbsolutely.â You walk him out then, feeling vivid blue eyes glaring fucking daggers in your back. You pause, locking the door, hearing the silence in your home, aside from the whirring of the old air conditioner cooling the home the best it can in the heat, and Satoruâs sigh.
âHeâs awfully friendly.â He mumbles, and you turn to him now, hands behind your back as you walk slowly, feet padding along your tile.
âHeâs very nice, yes. But it was also nice of you to bring me this. Thank you, Satoru.â You say softly, smiling up now, a hand on his arm, just for him to tug you against his chest. You gasp at it.
âHeâs too comfortable here, donât you think?â His whisper is low, as he leans down, an arm on either side pressing you into the counter now, as his hard thigh slips between your softer ones.
âYouâve only been here once, and youâre comfortable too,â his brows lower, you gasp as your heat presses on his hard thigh now, he senses how good it feels to you, clearly, one hand slipping up your spine. âSatoruâŠâ
âGod I want you so bad, donât you know?â He murmurs, kissing you then, itâs a harsher kiss than youâre used to, the hand slipping under your thin silk top, making you shiver while you soak his thigh, your hands slipping up his chest. âLook so fucking beautiful.â
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask softly, pulling back now to look up at him, feeling how tense he is.
âI need a reason? Did he?â
âOf course you donât need a reason, but whatâs he got to do with anything? Who I go out with, whatâs it matter?â
âWhatâs it matter!?â He can hardly believe your words, in no world did Satoru Gojo see anyone else, so fucking blinded by you. Was it not the same?
âWeâre not together, are we?â Youâre silently begging for him to say something, but instead he pulls back, heart racing under the palm that drops now.
âI donât want to see anyone but you, to fuck anyone but you, isnât this⊠isnât this something you want? Just with me?â Heâs cupping your face, kissing you again, hungry, desperate, making your lips swell with his kisses. âMe fucking your pretty pussy till you pass out?â
You whine out, how can you not do so when heâs slipping a hand down, over your breast, making your nipple taut against his warm, hard palm, thatâs gripping and squishing your breast. âMnh butâŠâ
âDonât you want me to bury my face against that perfect cunt?â Heâs touching you there, you can hardly breathe, itâs all Satoru, making you dizzy.
âI didnât say I⊠mnh!â
âSo wet, for me? All me?â Heâs making your panties soaking wet with his long fingers, pulling back with glossy lips to watch your pretty eyes roll back. âIs that all for me?â
âYouâre actingâŠâ heâs got you trembling, soaking the cotton panties now, pressing your thighs together. âSatoru stop.â
He does immediately, pulling back in confusion. âWhatâs wrong? Did I kiss too rough? I'm sorry IâŠâ
âNo, just,â you cross your arms, hugging yourself, looking away. âDoes it always have to be sexual?â
Satoru stands there, his own vermillion lips swollen from kissing you, his breaths coming hectic as he stares down at you. âWhat do you mean, always sexual?â
âThat's all we do. Did you come here to fuck me?â
He laughs harshly, a sound you havenât heard from him then. âI came to see you, just like the last time, youâre the one who said âletâs fuckâ.â His words smack you with reality.
You had.
To try to save your fucking feelings, but all you did was fall deeper, deeper into him, the abyss thatâs Satoru Gojo, the man you want all the time, but not just sexually. You want him near you, next to you, waking up in the morning and making him breakfast, and not just for him to leave to his penthouse after.
You want way too much.
âI did say that, but then we did have sex. So was I wrong?â His jaw tenses, he slips two fingers under your chin then, forcing your gaze on him.
âDo you want to be with him?â You glare at his ridiculous words now.
âI never said that, but would it matter? We are just âfriendsâ hmm?â Your words are harsh, way too harsh for the sweet girl he knows, and he feels it, the anger rising inside of him, making him so furious at the thought of someone with you.
âSo, youâre gonna what, go fuck him?â
âIs that who you think I am!?â He gives a nasty little smirk, itâs a cruel one, something youâve never seen on his face.
âYou had no problem sleeping with me, not knowing me.â You step back, and the moment it spills from his lips, he knows heâs wrong, but heâs so fucking furious, heâs blinded to any good fucking reason. The hurt written on your pretty face is enough to make him feel like getting swallowed whole.
âI trusted you, I felt comfortable with you, the connection IâŠâ you trail off, not wanting to make a bigger fool of yourself. âIt wasnât just random. You really think thatâs what it was? A random hot guy I said - huh, let me call him and fuck him?â He tilts his head now, brows lowering.
âIsnât that what it was, you saw my stream and wanted me? Now you think Iâm making it all sexual?â You gasp, teeth clenched, almost unable to breathe youâre so fucking furious.
âYouâre trying to fuck me because youâre jealous, so yes, that is making it all sexual. Surprised your phoneâs not filming.â You shove at his chest and he grips your wrists, leaning low.
âSo what, you got all the expertise you needed? Gonna go apply it to someone now?â Satoruâs words are so hurtful you canât take it, you feel your heart pounding in your ears as you look at blue eyes gone cold.
âExcuse me, you think I used you for experience!?â He raises a brow then, while your hands clenched into fists at your sides as you drag them from his grip.
âYou asked me for experience, remember? Werenât you the one who started all of this, made it sexual? Asked me to show you things?â
His words resonate through your head until it spins, you have to sit down you feel so fucking sick then. Was he never even interested in you? Was this all you who caused it, who pushed it, when he never wanted it? The thoughts swirl through your mind quicker and quicker, nauseating, you shake your head and blink back tears then, looking up at him.
âI should never have pushed myself on you,â he blinks snowy lashes then, lips parting. âNo, I shouldnât have, youâre right.â
âI didnât mean it that-â
âI am sorry I did, Iâm sorry I asked for that. I was so pathetic.â You barely hold back a cry, and Satoruâs frozen, you have it so wrong, donât you know his dick literally doesnât work for anyone!? Donât you know youâre all he can fucking think of, constantly, every waking moment?
âYou never pushed yourself, ever,â he leans down, arms on either side of your chair. âLook at me.â
You do just that, and your tears break him. âWhat?â
âI didnât mean it like I didnât want you, I did. I just meant you crossed the line to make it sexual, thatâs not to say I didnât want to, but you were a good girl.â
âWere. Being the key word. Now Iâm what, some pornstar fucking booty call?â Youâre shaking your head, swiping at your cheeks, thinking of Jennaâs words. âAnd itâs all my own doing.â
Youâve lost yourself.
âBaby youâre still a good girl, I didnât mean it like that.â
âYouâre right, you never would have hit me up for it, would you have?â Satoru pauses then, hands gripping the arms of your chair so tightly his knuckles whiten.
âI never said that!â
âWhy would you, itâs Hollywood, you can have anyone, I just inconvenienced you, I should have never tried to join your world.â Youâre standing now, brushing past him, he grips your wrist, his own emotions rising - especially one - panic.
He canât lose you.
âItâs not what I meant,â he brushes his hand across your cheek, sticky already with your tears, feeling your body tremble as he holds you closer. âI shouldnât have said it that way, I was just upset.â
âItâs true, donât take it back now.â
âYou think I donât want you!?â Heâs gripping your upper arms, shaking you gently, youâre sniffling, shaking your head as he stares at you in disbelief. âHow can you think I donât?â
âMaybe you felt sorry for me.â Satoru laughs then, before fucking glaring down at you.
âThatâs the last thing I fucking feel,â he leans down until his lips are just a breath away from yours. âI want you so badly, constantly, why do you think I just showed up to your work, asked you out, begged to come over?â
âTo film things.â He blinks like heâs been slapped.
âYou think thatâs it?â
âSome fun maybe, I think I am the one who took this seriously, when I started it from the beginning.â
It all hits - you are the one who asked him for more, and now youâre upset itâs just sexual, when you knew. You always knew. You knew your feelings, you knew you couldnât handle this, but it was all you could have of him, and you were selfish, so selfish. And so in love.
âI wanted you that moment I met you, did you forget our kiss?â He whispers softly, fingers brushing your hair back, making you tremble.
âItâs only sex?â You ask hoarsely, he falters then.
âI enjoy you much more than that.â
âAs a friend?â Satoru canât speak then, he just stands there, staring down at you, swiping more of those tears from your cheeks, your lip is trembling. âSatoru, I feel like I donât know myself anymore.â
âWhat do you mean? Youâre so uniquely yourself. Nerdy, cute, adorable,â heâs smiling with those plump lips, as if that would cheer you up, avoiding the blatant question you gave him. âYou are like no one I know.â
âIâm trying so hard to please you, that Iâm forgetting.â He blinks again, so clearly confused, not seeing the numerous ways you have been bending yourself, molding yourself to fit him. Maybe he doesnât see the change, maybe he just doesnât know, but Jenna was so right, she was absolutely correct.
You donât remember who you are, trying to be everything for Satoru, and he canât even tell you if itâs more than a friendship.
The hurt tears its way into your chest, itâs unfair of you to ask him, to demand anything more of him, itâs not fair. You did all this, caused all this, you canât be mad at him for being him, a pornstar. Youâve let your fear of not being enough make you do things you never would, and itâs all starting to sink in, everything youâve done with him, like itâs not even you anymore.
You let being so selfish for him change you.
Youâre sobbing now, and Satoruâs unsure of what to do, he doesnât know your inner turmoil, but he does know seeing you cry makes him deeply emotional, it breaks his heart to see you hurt. He hugs you closely, as you cry against his suit jacket, sniffling and shaking, while he rubs a hand up and down your back.
âWhat is it? Is it what I said? I didnât mean it that way, Iâm sorry⊠I justâŠâ You shake your head, sniffling and leaning back, looking up at a face youâve fallen so deeply in love with.
âIâm losing myself.â Youâre breaking down again, this time leaning back. âWhat you said was right.â
âIt wasnât, it was mean and⊠Iâm sorry, please.â He feels his own emotions choking him, throat closing up as he struggles to take a breath, feeling the suffocation of his own mistake.
âIâve acted that way.â He shakes his head, blinking back his own tears as you cover your face, breaking down right in front of him. âThe fuck have I been doing, I called you.â
âIâm glad you called me-â
âI asked you.â
âI wanted you too. I was so fucking-â
âI fell in love like a fucking idiot, when you were honest from the beginning who you are.â Satoru pauses then, heart hammering as you turn away, but not before he glimpses how puffy your cheeks have gotten from your tears.
âYou what?â He whispers, and you shake your head, swiping at your tears, shoulders shaking with the wracking sobs.
âI shouldnât have tried to join your world, and then I was so dumb I got jealous,â he touches your shoulder feeling you tense.
âJealous, you?â You laugh through your tears, truly fucking losing it, as you nod, looking back at him, and he sees the reddened eyes, the sticky drying tears, you bit your lip so hard itâs tearing the skin.
âYes, very. Iâm selfish and so dumb. Itâs your career. I promised never to judge it either, and for what, you to judge me.â The anger sets back in, throwing his hand off and turning now. âYou need to go.â
âI need to go!?â You nod, sniffling as you bite down harder, the motion jerky when he pulls you against him. âNo, I am not leaving you like this.â
âI wonât be your pornstar anymore,â your words strike their chord, they hit him right in the stomach, as he barely processes your earlier words in the haze you have him in. âThatâs all you want.â
âItâs not! You wanted that!â
âNo, I just wanted to be enough.â At your last broken word, you can hardly face him, he tugs you against him and youâre stiff, unmoving.
âYouâre more than enough for anyone,â his soft words end you, the sweet Satoru you met that night is there, but heâs hurt you so badly now, the sinking realization that you confessed your love and he hasnât even acknowledged it. Heâs stroking your back gently, letting you cry against him. âWe never have to shoot, I told you that.â
âBut youâll fuck other women?â Your words are harsher than heâs used to from your sweet lips, he buries his face in your neck, swallowing.
âI donât want anyone else, havenât I made it clear?â Heâs hoarse, his own tears falling along your neck.
âBut youâll go back to it, youâll have to.â You grip the shirt heâs wearing, crumbling the expensive material. He swallows, sighing then.
âI wonât want them.â
âBut youâll have to.â
âItâs my career,â he pulls back, sighing as he watches your broken face. âYou seemed to enjoy it, whatâs changed so much?â
âI didnât enjoy it, I enjoyed you. Now I donât know what I think of myself.â Youâre blinking the rapid tears, shaking your head again, as if to make them stop.
He never loved you, did he?
âMaybe you should be an actor, you made me believe there was more,â Satoru scowls at you now, tugging you against his chest, cupping your face with his other hand tightly. âStop.â
âI do care so much, god youâre all I want. I literally canât even fuck anyone else.â
âSo your dick cares for me?â
âThatâs not what I said! You wanted all of this, how are you going to be mad at me for giving it to you!?â You laugh again, the sound so hollow, as Satoru feels his heart breaking.
âI canât just fuck you. Clearly. And I knew it, I knew I needed feelings, I knew Iâd fall - Iâm a fucking idiot.â
âYouâre not!â
âI am. Satoru, I can never do this again, itâs breaking me apart,â you hold your stomach, as his blue eyes drip with tears, and you want nothing more than to be in his arms. âI canât just have sex with you.â
âI donât want anyone else, how fucking clear can I make it!?â You smack the hands that try to brush your tears, earning his glare, blue eyes a storming blue, so vivid itâs painful to look at. âI want you, I didnât mean what I said. Youâre just done with this because of some words?â
âIâm done because I canât take this pain anymore.â
âPain?â You take several breaths, hands shaking as you try and fail to stop the onslaught of tears. âWhat pain? Iâve done nothing but make you cum, like no one ever fucking will.â
âItâs sexual, see? Is that all shit is to you!? Iâm not just a body.â
âItâs not just your body-â
âIt seems that way. No, I wonât fuck Nanami, okay? If thatâs your very weird fucking concern, considering after I swallowed your spit you did a gang bang, and after we fucked you fingered a girl on cam.â Satoru scowls deeper at you, as you finally let it all out, everything youâve acted fine with.
âThatâs my job! You fucking knew that!â
âI thought I meant something.â He pulls you by your wrists again, you jerk them out of his hold, hyperventilating.
âCalm down, fuck I didnât mean it.â
âYour smirk⊠the way you⊠no, you meant it. You think thatâs who I am? Then you never fucking knew me!â
âI donât know you!?â
âYou know my body, thatâs not enough.â Heâs kissing you again, and for a moment you falter, as heâs overtaking your lips.
âI want more than your body,â his words fall flat, you canât believe him anymore, not after what he accused you of. âI want more. I enjoy you, fuck why canât I keep enjoying you? Why are you overthinking everything!â
âMmm, no.â You pull back again, shoving at his chest, heâs crying right with you, and you want to stop this, let him do anything he wants, but it hurts too fucking much, nothing should hurt this much. âI canât have pieces of you.â
âIâm right here, use me, all of me.â Heâs trying again to kiss you, but youâre pulling back, making him glare. âNow youâre done with whatever experiment you were fucking doing?â
You gasp. âI should ask you that!â You smack at his hand, making him grip your wrist again, both of your chests heaving. âTurning the nerdy good girl into a pornstar? That some twisted 90s rom com!?â
âThe fuck, I didnât make you do shit, itâs been your choice!â
âI regret it.â
The words are enough to make him step back, his eyes going cold. âWhat?â
âI regret filming it.â You do, and you hate that you do. You see him swallow, adamâs apple bobbing in his throat, his own hands shaking. âI donât regret you, I donât regret the moments, aside from me pushing myself on you, for that I am sorry, but I do feel horrible about myself now.â
âI gave you the choice, you hit share.â
âTo please you. To make you need me, want me, to keep you. Selfish, stupid,â you shake your head again, chest tight as you rub it, blood pressure through the fucking roof as it all comes out, everything you kept inside. âI donât blame you, you always asked permission, consent, all of it. This is on me.â
âSo we never do it again, I donât need it to fuck you, I donât care if you film it again-â
âItâs your career.â
âI want you.â The words should feel good, the way he cups your face and looks at you, it should mean more, but youâre far too deep in your feelings to be okay with him just wanting you.
You forgot who you were.
âThis isnât me,â you say softly, cupping his face then. He shuts his eyes, snowy lashes dripping with tears. âI canât be this anymore, itâs not me.â
âPeople change, why regret what you enjoy? Why regret doing something that made you-â
âI feel awful that I did it.â
âShitâŠâ He takes a breath, feeling responsible for your broken words, as you stroke his cheek, trembling in front of him.
âYou didnât do it, itâs not your fault. Iâm disappointed in myself, I should have known I couldnât handle it all. You with other women,â you look down, hand falling. âIt was selfish.â
Satoru doesnât know what to say, what to do besides kiss your forehead, holding you close to him. âI feel like youâre fucking ending things.â
âI am.â He freezes now.
âWe donât have to film!?â
âI canât. I canât do this. Itâs not fair to either of us,â he says your name, quietly, earning you looking at him as you step back. âI will never regret what we did, I just regret trying to make myself something I wasnât.â
âDonât do this, donât end a good thing? For what?â Heâs shaking your shoulders, as if trying to drag some sense into you.
âI caused it all.â
âYou didnât, Iâm sorry I-â
âI need to be alone.â
Your next words break him, he stares at you with wide eyes. âWhat?â
âI need to be alone. Iâm sorry.â You walk to the door, he is behind you then, hand on yours over that knob, hard body behind you, his other arm wrapping around your waist now. âSatoruâŠâ
âDonât kick me out of your life,â heâs pleading, he feels so pathetic then, standing behind you and resting his head on the cool door over your head, taking a breath. âI donât want this to stop, to end. I wanted you from the moment I saw you at that damn party.â
âBut now Iâm not that girl,â youâre shaking, as his hand tightens over yours. âI donât know who I am anymore.â
âYouâre still her, what do you mean!?â
He doesnât understand.
âI am glad I met you, Satoru Gojo. I have never met anyone like you, and I probably never will.â
âDonât do this.â
âThank you for being so thoughtful, so caring,â youâre choking on your sobs, looking behind your shoulder up at him as he cups your face. âThank you for being so many of my firsts.â
âDonât thank me,â his words are harsh, as he kisses you again, and you fall into them so sweetly, whining into his lips. âDonât push me away.â
âI have to find myself again, and I canât like this.â
âI just donât understand.â
âI know.â Itâs quiet, as he kisses you again, letting you go and shaking his head. âIâm sorry for all of this.â
He says nothing else, letting you turn the knob, rushing out without another word, as you turn and rest your back against the door, sliding down and collapsing on the fucking floor, devastated. Itâs like your heart is ripped into pieces, sending the man you love away, when he fucking begged to stay.
You feel horrible, his crying eyes and the way he asked you not to, but how the fuck can you keep going like this!? Even then, he didnât bring up being more, he didnât say âI love you tooâ as if wanting you physically was enough. But for him, thatâs what this was, it was what you brought up, so enamored by your feelings, you thought you could have him sexually and it would be enough.
It would never be enough for you.
Curled into a ball on the floor, you don't move for hours, the sun setting through the blinds and casting its shadows across the floor as you hold your stomach and just sob. It's late when you finally pull yourself up, seeing the numerous calls from him, over and over, but you don't call him back, you can't anymore. Instead, you call your friend who's also called you a good five times.
âJenna?â
âBaby what's wrong!?â
âCan you come over?â
*****
Jenna holds you that night as you keep apologizing, you were an awful fucking friend, damn near kicking her out in some hopes that she was so wrong, for Satoru to prove her right - only worse. Never once did Jenna herself think he would say what you sob to her then, she thought Satoru was a good person, just an industry standard, but never spiteful.
âShit baby,â she murmurs, as you hiccup, hugging her tightly as you lay on your couch, take out and wine along your living room table. âI wish I wasnât right.â
âHe accused me of⊠wanting to use him!? I never⊠Jenna I neverâŠâ
âShh.â Sheâs trying to calm you down, but youâre so fucking devastated, every time the phone rings and you want to answer it, she holds you tighter. âYou canât just give in and be treated like that.â
âI was slutty, going to him.â
âYou were curious about your feelings.â
âI⊠yesâŠâ You rub tissues on your sore nose, sipping your cheap wine and sighing, looking at your beautiful friend. âI loved him when I met him, Jenna.â
âI know,â she sips her own wine, frowning. âI wish I warned you more.â
âYou didnât know I would fall like this. Itâs all my own doing.â
âIs it? He knew you were innocent.â You shake your head, sighing and leaning back against the couch, resting a hand on her thigh now.
âI was a bitch to you.â
âYou were just hurt, fucked up on him. I forgive you.â She takes your hand, and tugs you into another hug. âHeâs so good I almost fell fucking him.â
âJenna!â You glare playfully, then laugh, for the first time since you had to send him away. She shrugs.
âItâs his pussy eating skills.â
âJenna itâs so not that.â
âThey gaslight you.â You playfully shove her then, laughing and standing up, grabbing both glasses.
âWill you stay tonight? Have more wine?â
âYou know I will.â You smile and lean down, pecking a kiss on her cheek. âDonât fall in love with another pornstar.â
âIâve always loved one.â You tease, something feels relieving, despite the love in your fucking heart, to release all those feelings, to speak them out loud. âIâll make us some popcorn on the stove.â
âIâll find a movie!â As you walk out to the kitchen, your phone rings, Jenna fuck-you buttons it, glaring at the picture of Satoru.
She cannot stand that he hurt her best friend like that, and sheâs not gonna be very fucking nice if she sees him again.
It keeps ringing, over and over, when she finally picks it up, walking out to your balcony. âStop calling her,â Jennaâs voice is on the phone, Satoru laughs harshly, after being so excited to speak to you, itâs your protector. âIâm serious.â
âSheâs a grown woman, not a little girl.â He says, and she scoffs.
âShe sure is, but guess what? She was innocent, Satoru, innocent before you got her into this fucking world.â
âIt was her decision!â
âBecause sheâs in love with you, fucking idiot!â
âSheâsâŠâ He trails off, he could swear at this point he imagined that confession in the middle of the argument, the âbreak upâ. Where you broke his fucking heart in ways he didnât know it could be.
âShe did it to please you, she said sheâd lose herself to be anything for you.â Jennaâs furious, quiet words break Satoru down. âYouâre the experienced one, she was damn near a virgin.â
âShe chose-â
âYou shouldnât have offered. You shouldnât have changed her, she was perfect the way she was! Now she hates herself.â
âJenna, IâŠâ
She takes a breath, sighing. âIâm being too harsh, Iâm sorry, okay? But as someone in this industry, why would you get a sweet, innocent girl into it? If you cared, youâd protect her, like I do.â
Satoru lets it all hit, slowly, her furious yet emotional words, a girl that clearly loves you, cares for you, and she was right. She was so right.
âFuckâŠâ Is all he can manage, as his mind whirls to a time when he was not too different from you.
Heâd been a nerdy boy, even though his looks carried him far, he wasnât very experienced, not until he fell in love with a girl in her early thirties, while he was in college. Heâd pursued her, heâd begged for her, when he found she was a pornstar? He lost his virginity on set. It had been by far the most popular video there even had been at the time, it went viral.
Thatâs when they became the power couple.
But every time he saw her with anyone, it broke his fucking heart, he couldnât stand seeing her on shoots, even when sheâd coo at him that he was her favorite, even when he lived with her. He wondered if she liked other men better, he made sure to become perfect, the best there was, and soon she told him she didnât recognize him any longer.
He says soon, but it was a four year relationship. One where they fought and fucked all the time, one where she was tired of the lifestyle and he was young and brand new. He let the fame get to his head, and she ultimately broke down and apologized for bringing him into this world, but he laughed, brushing it off.
He was happy she did, so happy.
His life was perfect, full of money and beautiful women.
Right?
âI told her you were a good person,â Jennaâs words over the phone bring his attention to the present, as he sinks into self loathing. âI feel I was wrong.â
âYouâre not wrong, okay? I didnât⊠I didnât realize.â She sighs again, a long pause as he sits there, feeling the emotions catch in his throat.
âYouâre not good for her, Gojo.â
Her words should make him fucking furious, but heâs not, heâs just so very sad now. She was right about it all, he was horrible for you, he made you not recognize yourself, regret your actions. Satoru never grew to regret his actions with his first, even though he was so enamored with the lifestyle at the time, perhaps heâs never fully digested it all.
He thought youâd love it, the attention, the money, that youâd feel so sexy and confident, that the two of you could be that couple. That he could have the best of both his worlds, keep his career and have the girl he desires more than anything right by his side through it all.
He was fucking selfish.
The girl that was in that damn party, nervous and giggling, fiddling with her long sleeves and blushing as he teased her? The girl who took a shotgun from him and got high from that, nervous as she kissed him? The girl who trusted him to show her things, who allowed him to do filthy fucking things without question, eager and open to anything he suggested.
The girl you were, who he changed unintentionally, would have never filmed any shoots of herself, wouldnât have shown her body, no she just wasnât that girl, and that was what drew him to you. His hands tighten on the phone as her words ring too fucking true, as they read him inside out.
âI didnât mean to, Jenna. I really didnât mean to.â His words seem to resonate with her.
âYou saw it as some fun, I get it okay, but sheâs not the girl you âhave fun withâ sheâs the one baking you cookies and taking care of you when youâre sick. Sheâs the shy one, who you have to drag to a damn party, the sweet one who makes sure you get home safe when youâre shitfaced. Sheâs a good girl, and now sheâs devastated and stuck in her bed, feeling horrible.â
âThen let me talk to her-â
âShe canât get over this if you keep on.â
âGet over me?â
âSheâs broken-hearted. Iâve never seen her in love like this, even with her ex it wasnât even close, whatever you did, I need her to snap out of it, before she canât get past this.â
âJenna, I didnât know she felt that way.â
âYou donât know a lot of things. Just stop calling her, I will help her.â
âJenna-â She hangs up, and his next calls are sent immediately to voicemail, until he curses, throwing his fucking phone, then sobbing into his pillow that night, at the ultimate realization of what heâs done.
He changed you, the parts he fell for, so selfish he didnât even notice a single sign that you did it all for him. And now he was supposed to just let you go?
How can he even move on without you?
*****
âShut the blinds, ugh.â You cover your face with a comforter three weeks later, as Jenna is annoyingly there again, she comes over every day as youâve taken two weeks off work as of the other day to rot in your bed.
âThis is your vacation!? The fuck, get up.â Sheâs yanking the covers as you scowl at her, covered in sticky tears and hair all matted up. âYou look like shit.â
âWho is there to look good for now? Let me wallow.â You yank the covers back until Jenna has dragged your ass off the bed, you hit the carpet and wince. âJenna!â
âNo, youâre taking a fucking shower. You are not letting him destroy you like this. Now.â Sheâs picking you up, you sigh then, just hugging her. âYou stink.â
âSorry,â youâre crying, itâs all you do. Cry and cry and cry over him. Over the man you love that you sent away, you could at least have him in your fucking bed, but no, this is all you have. âWhy do you deal with me?â
âBecause weâve been through it all, youâve dealt with how many of my manic fucking episodes?â You sigh, smiling through your tears.
âDonât deserve you.â
âYou do, and you deserve to move the fuck on. This shit happens, okay? We get up, get looking hot, and go out.â
âI canât go out, I canât have fun, I feel no joy without him.â The words are hard to get out of your throat, theyâre the truth, but itâs a truth thatâs hard to admit.
Without Satoru it was like there was no light in your life, sure Jenna was amazing, and sure you had people in your life you cared for, but Satoru haunts your every fucking though, dream, waking moment. If it was just sex, if it was just a fling, why are the dreams not just that? For every wet dream there were five of just holding his hand on a fucking beach somewhere.
You woke up with one of him holding you yesterday, only to be smacked with the realization that he will never again, touching the cold pillow and wrinkled sheets from your tossing and turning. You slept over and over, dreaming of him again, when heâs a phone call away, it was pure torture, a cruel fucking joke, that you fell in love with Satoru Gojo.
So close yet so impossibly far.
âWhat about the hottie from work? He keeps asking you out, and heâs fine as hell. Why not try?â You shake your head, sitting on your bed and sighing as she starts rummaging through your wardrobe. âSatoru isnât the only man, baby.â
âHe is the only one for me. Fuck was I too harsh to him-â
âNo, he was a dick. You stood up for yourself like a good girl.â
âDonât hit my praise kink, Jenna, I have a thing for pornstars,â she sticks out her tongue at you, grinning as you finally laugh a little, sniffling. âNanami is sweet, and handsome, but I think he may want something serious. I donât think I could give it to him.â
âYou could if you tried to let this go. I know you fell, but heâs not going to change, so what good is any of it? Do you have anything slutty?â
âNo, not really.â You stand up, going to the mirror and wincing. âI look like shit.â
âYou really do.â
âJenna!â
âSorry,â sheâs so not sorry, frowning as she digs up a lacy ass top, which is just lingerie. âOoh this!â
âThatâs not clothing, Jenna.â
âSure is, bitch. I know you have some cute skirtsâŠâ
âJenna Iâm not gonna be any fucking fun. Iâm too depressed.â You start brushing the rats' nest on your head, wincing as the memory hits.
Satoru brushing your hair, after the first time youâd come over, so sweet and caring as he ran it through, as he pulled you against him and smiled. The brush wavers in your hand, the ache in your chest growing again until you almost couldnât breathe. You wonder if he feels anything close, if he ever did, or were you just something new for him to try?
His mean words melt with his sweet ones.
Done with your experiment?
Baby you are a star, already.
Gonna use it on someone else?
Best Iâve ever had.
You hate him for it, not for the accusations but for the fact that it showed he never knew you, and you thought Satoru truly just got you. But maybe the two of you never got to know each other, maybe it was something physical, some intense chemistry that you confusedâŠ
How can that be?
How can that be when what you miss most isnât his body, isnât the orgasms or pleasure, but the touches, the cuddles, the sweet smiles, the quiet moments in between where it felt perfect? No, you canât explain it away, as easy as it would make it, this mix of love, longing, and hatred, is eating you alive, palpable and real as the physical manifestation of Satoru himself.
Youâd always love him. But do you love you anymore?
âThereâs a DJ I know at the EDM club⊠letâs go out and party babe, letâs let go and get free drinks and dance!â Sheâs yanking out a skirt thatâs too tight on your waist and rides up your ass now. âThis one!â
âAn EDM club?â You sigh, shaking your head, but sheâs got her mind set on it, shoving you to the bathroom now.
âGo shower, and scrub that hair twice, dear god.â
âJennaâŠâ
âNo, youâre getting the fuck out tonight. Now.â
âFine.â
You wish you werenât just crying in the fucking shower, sitting there and hugging your knees, just missing him.
******
Satoruâs dancing in the middle of the EDM club that night, but itâs more physical, more going through the fucking motions, as the sounds reverberate, and women are giggling, dancing on him. He tries to have fun, to remember who he was before you, itâs been three weeks since your friend begged him not to call, and youâve not reached out one time since.
He stalked your socials, not a single post, like youâve ghosted everyone, not that you had much anyway, just a few pictures of your baking or cooking and those few blurry selfies. The selfies that make him ache, that make him miss you as he looks at them over and over.
Satoru took down both of your videos, he doesnât feel right keeping them up after you said you regretted them, that made him feel so fucking horrible. You said it wasnât his fault, but how can he not feel responsible for bringing it up in the first place? How can he not let your friendâs words sink in deep?
You were innocent, and instead of cherishing that, he saw the opportunity to make bank with you, to enjoy the only woman he wanted and keep his career, to just win and win and win. At the cost of you, of your self worth clearly, and your self esteem, all for what. For others to see you, what he wanted for himself, the thoughts made him fucking sick.
What is money, what are hollow comments, what is any of this when your eyes were full of tears, when he has to jerk it to the fucking memory of you, when he canât make it to a shoot and just stares at your pictures. When he watches the videos of you two and instead of getting excited feels overwhelming guilt? You were a grown woman, but you were innocent, and he corrupted it, unintentional as it was.
He still was responsible.
He wants to fucking apologize, he wants to beg you to come back, he knows heâs horrible for you, he barely knows himself at twenty eight, and you younger than him seem to at least remember who you are. He missed all the signs of you changing to please him, but it all started falling together these past weeks of being alone, of avoiding his job, of avoiding everything.
He canât avoid it forever, and he shouldnât. You were gone.
He backs off the girl dancing on him now, tapping her shoulder. âI need a drink, sweets.â
âSure Gojo!â She grins and dances with the other girl who was grinding on him, as he finds Suguru leaning against the bar, having a drink, along with a few other of the usual stars, including smirking Toji and Sukuna, who he canât deal with right now.
âMake it a double,â Satoru murmurs to the bartender, who slips him her number with a little wink, he tips her well and smiles.
Did he really enjoy this?
He leans back, freezing then, when he thinks his fucking eyes are playing tricks on him - it canât be.
Youâre feeling the energy pulsing through every inch of your body, hands touching you everywhere, losing yourself in the strobing lights, the sweat dripping as you jump up and down, laughing again for the first time in so long. Jennaâs dancing with you, then other girls and guys, as the beat kicks up, and everyone throws their hands up in the air.
A girl kisses you, then Jenna, making you blush, covering your mouth as Jenna grins at you. âYouâre so cute!â
âHush!â You shove at her playfully as you both shout over the loud noise filling the intense room, internally feeling guilty for enjoying one night without him, without the man that has your whole fucking heart.
But it does feel good, to shut your eyes and feel blissful nothingness, the drinks simmering through your veins until youâre dizzy. You feel a manâs hands on you, gently pushing them off with a smile, thanking god you wore your contacts because you fear for your glasses with the amount of jumping people. You lift your arms up, back to Jenna again, as you two lose yourselves.
Satoru sees you, skin glistening with sweat in the middle of the dancefloor, jumping up and down with a grin on your face as Jenna jumps with you, bodies all surrounding you, making him glare as he sips his drink. Heâs going through fucking torture without you, and you look so happy, so free.
Was he truly horrible for you?
Was he selfless enough to stay away?
âSatoru, maybe try to talk to her?â Suguru says in his ear, loudly over the blaring electronic music that has hundreds bouncing together, kissing on each other, touching each other.
Satoru used to eat this up, all the music and energy, kissing women and having them feel all over him, especially when he was a little younger and partook in the party drugs, as many of them were on. But even now, he should enjoy it, the looks women give him, the way they touch his body, how they all dance all over him, he should enjoy the feeling.
He enjoys nothing, now, nothing but the memory of you gives him, what it leaves him with, the feel of you in his arms, against his skin, god the night he danced with you and you were so nervous. Clearly still awkward, Jenna is guiding your moves, when Satoru watches several men touching you, trying to rub and dance on you - it was normal in an EDM club, itâs what you did.
But you back off them, with a little polite smile, back to Jenna in moments, when your eyes finally catch his, and you stop moving like you were, your body slows, your eyes get fucking sad, he can see it clear as day. You walk away, and he curses softly, following you around until he catches sight of you walking in the bathroom, and he follows you right in.
âItâs a girls bathroom, Satoru.â You say then, splashing water on your face, when he comes right behind you, turning you quickly, the water drips down your face as you breasts heave up and down in an outfit so slutty heâs sure itâs not yours. âWhat do you want?â
âWhat do I want!? What do I want?â Heâs blinking back his emotions now, laughing and shaking his head, cupping your face with his huge hands as the DJ shifts to another song, the bass vibrating your bodies, while your breaths come quicker and quicker.
You can hardly stand it, seeing him again, itâs like nothing even exists but him, but your love for him, a love you know ruins you, changes you for the worst. You rotted away for weeks and for one moment had fun, one moment thought you could let some of the pain go, to realize what this was.
But the moment you see his desperate, hungry eyes, taste the liquor on his breath as he leans down, youâre hopelessly lost. You swallow nervously, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, trying to gather yourself, the shots running through your body along with the headiness from the dancing, all mixing with him. With Satoru Gojo, whose hands feel far too good on your skin.
âI want you back, god Iâll fucking do anything,â he whispers, desperate and needy when you open your eyes again, two tears slipping from their corners. âIâll let you do anything to me.â
âDonât say that, godâŠâ You take a shaky breath, pulling back, when he presses you against the black and gold counter of the fancy bathroom, his thigh right between yours, feeling your heat. Your hips roll before you can stop yourself, moaning softly as he sighs, his hand slipping down your body slowly.
âAnything to feel you again, please. Fuck I miss you,â you bite your lower lip, shaking your head. âI do, god I do.â
âSatoruâŠâ
âI need you. I need you.â Heâs kissing you, messy and desperate, licking the gloss and sweat off your lips with his long tongue, while pressing that thigh up. âLook too good to be out there, dressing this slutty?â
âFuck you,â he moans, never expecting those words from your sweet lips, but all they do is make him needier, when you yank him by his dress shirt, hand crumpling the material. âI hate you.â
âYou hate me, huh?â His whisper infuriates you, youâre crying as you nod, arching your hips up again.
âFor making me fall for you, yes. I hate you, Satoru.â You pull back, turning away, only for him to drag you against his chest, making you look at your own reflection, dilated eyes, messy hair, your tits nearly falling out of your bustier.
âI could never hate you, sweetheart,â he grips a breast, yanking it out of your top then, making you whine, as your head falls back. âLook at your pretty fucking face.â
âNo.â He grips your chin, forcing you to stare at him towering over you, his arms wrapping your body, one hand trailing down your nipple, tweaking it and making you whine out, rolling your hips. âHate it.â
âYou hate this?â You nod, sniffling back those tears, but your body responds to him violently, your cunt drenched when he brushes you over your panties, moaning as he fingers the slick, sticky cum. âPretty pussy soaked, isnât she?â
âFrom⊠dancingâŠâ He scowls now, and you smile.
Good.
He changed you, the old you would never fucking say you hate him when youâre in love, the old you wouldnât smirk at his anger. No, you were so sweet, so needy and pathetic for him, and you canât let yourself slip again, not when youâre still not sure youâve found yourself. Because you changed, irrevocably the moment you met Satoru Gojo.
âI know youâre lying, you know Iâm the only man to ever make you cum,â you glare, but itâs cut off when he bends low, burying his head against your neck as he bends at the waist, your heels giving just enough height for him to slip your panties to the side. âHold them.â
âNo.â
âHold. Them. To. The. Side.â His whisper almost ends you, the commanding tone you want to submit to.
âNo.â
âNow.â He orders, in the only way he can, and you feel him slipping his fingers up and down an already messy cunt, tit slid out of your top, the other threatening to right in this club fucking bathroom, as his blue eyes look at yours int he mirror. âNow.â
âFuck it,â you scowl as he smirks, doing just that, as the music reverberates and you bend down, pulling your lacy panties to the side, screaming out unwillingly when two fingers bury themselves. âFuck!â
âNasty mouth, bratty attitude, whereâs my sweet, submissive girl huh?â He smirks as he slips those fingers deeper, pressing your spot with wicked precision, pressing that spongy spot as his other hand grips your breast rough in his huge grip. âWanna squirt for me again, just me?â
âNo, no I - mnh! There, shit, there,â your eyes roll back as his other hand wraps your throat, his desperate whines loud in your ear mixing with the loud squelching of your hungry cunt as he fucks you with his fingers. âHate you.â
âYeah, I know baby,â heâs so ready to watch you again, watch you fall apart, as he curls that spot you need, over and over, feels your gummy walls gripping and pulsing his finger with the beat of the goddamn music, watching your glittery skin and lips and eyes in the fucking mirror. âIâll never hate you.â
âShh,â you canât take it, his fingers, his glistening eyes, those pouty lips parted while he moves his hand up and down inside your cunt until youâre about to cum, so intense again. âStop, too much Iâm gonna-â
âI feel it, let go, make a mess fâme, just me huh?â You canât stop it then, his fingers fucking you just so, you feel all that pressure deep in your tummy, about to explode, making you scream out into his lips as he captures them, hand squeezing your throat as all the pressure builds.
He moans against your lips, messy kisses, saliva just dripping as he hits that spot that makes all the pressure release, and you feel yourself squirting all down his fingers, down your thighs, down the bathroom fucking tile. You scream out at it, as he makes more come out, torturing you as he pulls back and moans, looking at your face with those fucking eyes of his.
âThatâs it, squirt everywhere, slutty pussy only does it fâme, say it,â you shake your head, whining and shaking as the mess gushes all over him, and heâs rock hard and thick against the small of your back, whining. âGod I miss you, I need you, wanna drink you.â
âNo, you canâtâŠâ Youâre drunk off him, lost in him, as he slips his fingers away from the mess you made, shoving them in your mouth, and you eagerly suck them up and down, looking at his reflection in the mirror with dilated eyes.
Youâll always want him.
Youâre ready to fuck him then and there, ready to forget anything, to feel his cock stretch you out sure, but also to kiss him, to feel his energy, to feel so beautiful under him, around him. Youâre shaking, thighs trembling and sticky when he turns you, lifting you and slipping his hands up your messy, sticky thighs, glistening and drenched all the way to your ankles.
âLook at your mess, sweetheart,â he taunts, bending down and licking a thigh desperately, moaning as he looks up at you, heâs too much, fuck heâs too much. âMissed your taste, canât get it outta my fucking mind.â
âSatoru, pleaseâŠâ You donât know what youâre asking, hands in his silvery locks, the texture you missed, as he presses hungry licks of his pink tongue on your skin.
âDidnât miss me, right? Donât want me now? Hate me?â Heâs glaring, stopping his kisses to cup your face, his chin glistening from the arousal that he got pouring from your cunt, eyes locked with yours. âDo you hate me?â
âNo,â youâre crying, chest heaving now. âI love you, and that is enough fucking torture.â He pauses, faltering then, as he brushes tears from your cheeks.
âDid you ever think that I-â the door opens, and the two of you quickly celebrate, you adjust yourself, thanking god the drunk girls donât notice your undress, when you realize what youâve done.
Let him have you a literal mess, let everything youâve tried to get over for weeks get destroyed with his lips, his fingers. You confessed again, so pathetic, you canât even face him, not when he is waiting for you out of the bathroom, you dart off, gripping your clutch tightly and hearing your name ring in your ears, along with the music and the sounds of cheers filling them.
He wants you, sure, but would he ever love you?
You quickly grab Jenna, desperate to run away, to try to compose yourself, how can you stand strong when all it takes is a look from his eyes and youâre ready to give him anything he wants again? Itâs toxic, and you fucking know it, what he does to your body, your brain, your heart.
Has he done shoots?
Will he do them?
Why do you care when youâre not his!?
Will he be inside someone else, and you could have kept him if you went along with it all? The thoughts race as you and Jenna run out of the club, and you feel those blue eyes on you from somewhere in the dark club through the strobe lights making you dizzy. You can fucking feel Satoru, the man responsible for your soaked, sticky panties and thighs.
You could never hate him, but who are you without him anymore? Itâs like you canât recognize yourself, so consumed from his touches, from his empty words - miss you - what did he miss? Was it you, or your body? What did he think of the love confessions you were dumb enough to spill twice now?
âBaby you okay?â Jenna asks, as you two climb in the back of the ride, and you shake your head, bursting into tears.
She holds you, so confused, because you donât say what happened.
Youâll never be okay without him, will you?
*****
Satoru can still feel it, you squirting and gushing in that fucking room, clinging to the memory he tries a month later to get hard on set, how long could he put it off, itâs been almost two months since that fight now. He hasnât heard your voice since that night, he finally stopped calling again, realizing you were done with him, realizing the amount of times he fucked this all up.
He never told you how he felt, how could you know?
He doesnât even know how to describe it, the void in his chest as he thinks of you, as he misses you, knowing you live an hour away, he keeps thinking of just showing up, telling you. That heâs never felt this way, that heâs never felt the need, the hunger, the all consuming desire for you as a human being, your laugh, your kisses, your grin.
Your silly jokes, the innocent way you moved against him, so shy at first, to the wildness of that night out, how you arched against him, how you said you hated him, how you said you loved him. And he almost said it back, he just needed one more moment to fucking say it, the words he hasnât said since his ex fucked his brain up, made him so cold.
But he feels more for you in a short time than he ever did her.
He fell for you, just like you did, but he was so fucking stupid, all he could do was explain it away, to keep his lifestyle, his career- and what did any of it matter without you? What was anything without you in his life now, a life he thought was beautiful, was just a hollow shell since he met you.
Parties, drugs, women all over him, fame and money, what the fuck was a yacht party with beautiful women, when the girl he loves hates him? What was a trip to some rich fuckerâs island, when the girl he loves is back in LA? Were you moved on, did you find a guy to treat you right, better than he had?
One that doesnât make you cry?
âReady, Gojo?â His pretty costar smiles at him, and he clears his throat, nodding with a fake smile.
Were all his smiles fake before you?
Was everything just a stage, waiting for you to enter his life, to change everything?
You changed so much for him, but he never changed for you.
Satoruâs flexing for the cameras, itâs what he did. You two were done before you ever became anything, werenât you? You have not once reached out, why should he feel bad, thereâs nothing there. He has to move on, like you apparently have, he has to have his career back, and maybe now he could, if he could just ignore the stabbing, gnawing ache in his soul.
Satoruâs slipping his fingers down her spine, smacking her ass and watching handprints form, while sheâs whining and arching up for more, her hair falling back behind her shoulder blades. Satoru tries to remember that he once enjoyed this career, that he enjoys pleasing women. He tries to remember you want nothing to do with him anymore, that you âhate himâ.
But your hate is sweeter than anything.
He could almost do it.
Her hair is the same as yours, as he pulls it gently, her ass arched up for him so pretty. Satoru could almost pretend itâs you, with that condom on, maybe he could shut his eyes and remember you instead. Maybe he could go through it, you two are done, youâve made it so clear you want nothing to do with him now, and he couldnât blame you for it.
He could almost slip his cock into her, he thinks, while he fingers her, feels how wet she is. He could almost imagine you, squirting and gushing and whining as he felt your tight, perfect cunt. He shuts his eyes, snowy lashes casting shadows along his high cheekbones, as she moans, this moan thatâs not even close to the sounds you make.
He could almost do this, heâs going to have to move on, right?
âI need a career change.â He says suddenly, fingers inside his costar stilling, the set goes quiet. âShit⊠um, sorry.â
Heâs walking off, wiping his hands off when his manager comes to him.
âSatoru⊠what the fuck?â
âI canât do this anymore.â He murmurs, remembering you in that club bathroom, the way you felt in his arms, the anger you held, your pretty little face, the way your lashes fluttered shut. The way you kissed him, how heâd licked that arousal off your thighs, but moreso your words.
You loved him.
And it all finally sinks in - he has no clue if youâll ever even fucking talk to him again, he has no clue if you really hate him, but he knows he canât do this life like this any longer. He canât be with someone else in a world where you fucking exist - no, It was only you.
âI need a change of career.â
This chapter hurt my fucking feelings, my god they're dumb esp Satoru - BUT promise next chap will be a little less angsty <3
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the star of the show is the eye contact suguru forces you to maintain while his comically long, bony fingers are deep inside your squelching cunt.
he tells you not to blink with a low taunting chuckle, his free hand keeping a harsh grip on your jaw and the pads of his fingers digging into the hollows of your cheeks. you fist into the bedsheets, arching up into him as heâs tenting his body over you. his eyes never leaving yours, never losing that intensity in those indigo eyes that put amethysts to shame.
âsuguruâ!â you gasp as your walls are clenching around his three fingers scissoring you open, hard and fast and mean, and heâs not relenting for one moment and your eyes are stinging from the fact that you havenât even blinked like he demanded.
you come in a hot flash, squeezing around his fingers, juices flowing out but he keeps fucking those fingers into you and the loud wet noises filling your ears are humbling to say the very least. the power he has over you with just his fingers. he never even has to use his cock a lot of the time and often only does so because he can tell youâre the greedy one (even if you wonât outright admit it).
youâre heaving, never breaking contact with his gaze even now. even as your eyes threaten to flutter shut, you donât let those eyelids shut. even as he pulls out his fingers and sucks them clean like he just ate a zesty sauce from some fancy chain and sighs dreamily before petting your hair and kissing your forehead.
âmy good girl,â he purrs, âweâve only just started, but iâll let you take a break.â
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Pairings - Your mom's boyfriend Satoru x F! reader
Summary- here's just one thing worse than having to stay with your estranged mom for just a few days while your apartment is getting renovated - and that's the six foot four white haired man banging her out every night. And does he own a fucking shirt!? You can't stand being around them, your mom's much younger boyfriend who's closer to your age. What's worse is... you liked him first. He's arrogant, annoying and you're disgusted by him - he doesn't actually make you wet that's... nothing!? And you don't want to fuck him, not at all! No way you wanna fuck your bitch ass mom's boyfriend. right?
Warnings - oh boyyy aha, forbidden love, abusive mother (reader) mentions of past eating disorders, verbal abuse from reader's mom, sm tension and build up, sex doesn't happen till after Toru tells your mom byeee, but fingering does happen before that, oral (f and m receiving) backshots while on the phone with your mom -yeppp - damaged ass reader and Satoru, they have issues, hints of stepcest I guess but he's not rly your stepdad lol, Satoru is 32, reader is 22 so AGE GAP, reader calling him daddy as a joke - maybe. Oneshot - WC - 13.2k
This is literally so toxic aha, my mommy issues haven't gone away. read the warnings! and if you fuck with this brand of crazy, I'll see you in the comments
The first day staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo
Staying at your mom's for a couple weeks was horrible to say the very least, not just because she was an insane bitch, and not just because you swore you'd never come back here. Not because the memories of being in your old room - transformed into a mural of her pictures and crowns from various pageants sheâd been in, you think she changed it the same day you left.
No, not because you love having your freedom, and busted your ass to make sure you never have had to stay here, not because you hadnât talked to her in so long you have no clue what to say to each other. And not just due to the fact that she was only allowing you here because your father called and asked her to do one favor for once - he lived way too far away.
No, there was another reason that you were miserable, and that was the moans emanating from the next room.
How many rounds could that man go?
And did she have to scream so loud!?!
You slam a pillow on your face, screaming into it while your mom is screaming out - Gojo! There, there! - and then to make it worse, you hear a filthy smack. You feel nauseated at this point, about to throw up if you had to hear one more moan, when finally he seems to finish up.
Jesus, that was a longer session than usual. Does the man do anything but fuck youâre really not certain. Huffing, you throw off the covers of the little futon sheâd so graciously brought out, the woman was well off, mind you, but none of that ever helped you any. You wonder if heâs after her money or something, because he was gorgeous, but you suppose your mother was as well.
It still seemed odd, he wasnât much older than you, but itâs not as if your mom wasnât notorious for fucking younger guys - even some of your high school friends as soon as they turned eighteen. That was one of the reasons your dad moved out of the country, and you couldnât blame him for it, she was by far the worst human being, but everyone didnât know that.
In fact, it was really only you and your dad, along with a couple close friends of yours that knew how horrible she was. Keeping custody of you - for âappearancesâ - had been hell. But everyone saw her as the ideal, doting mother - after all she spent all her time taking you to every competition there was, and made sure you looked and acted perfect for them.
As soon as you shed the âperfect imageâ she decided to quit acting.
Shaking off reminiscent thoughts, you get up now and walk over to the door, glaring at the endless photos of her in bikinis and gowns, no one loved themselves more than your mother did, truly. You peek out and notice itâs finally gone quiet in that room, heading to the kitchen to grab a water, downing it to fight back the nausea.
Thatâs when he walks out, smirking at you, shirtless, nothing but boxers slung over his narrow hips - the reason this was even worse for you.
Satoru Gojo.
"Gimme, I'm dehydrated." This mother fucker snatches the watter bottle then, gulping it down, you watch his Adam's apple Bob as he does, sweat dripping across perfectly sculpted abs. You stare for a moment as your mom walks out, or should you say waddled out, glaring at you now.
"Gojo, come back to bed." She doesn't acknowledge you, and Satoru frowns a bit, the never ending tension between you two prevalent. Satoru actually never knew she had a daughter till he saw you come to the house yesterday, but she sure doesn't seem to have any affection- in fact she hasn't even introduced you properly to him, it was more - this is my daughter.
"Need a break." Gojo says, you bend down to snatch up your bottle, and he can't help but eye your ass in those shorts, looking away quickly now.
There was a big problem staying at his girlfriendâs house for the past couple nights, and that was -Â
Satoru wants to fuck his girlfriend's daughter.
His girlfriend is forty five, Satoru is thirty two. And it just so happens you're twenty two, so youâre honestly closer to his age just a bit, but Satoru loves older women, he loves milfs, girls his age or younger were never much interest. He probably has mommy issues, no, he definitely does, there's nothing better than having his head stroked and having a meal made for him after fucking a Milf's brains out-Â
Except, maybe, getting to ever touch you.
Gorgeous. You're so gorgeous, effortless and seemingly unaware.
You dress in all black, the opposite of what he expected with your mother who was literally beauty pageant winner for her state for years, her crowns are displayed everywhere. But not a single picture of you to be found, and you'd win them all too with your beauty. But you seem to shove it all away, baggy shirts and ripped jeans, you have not a speck of makeup on your face. Big buffalo plaid jackets as if to hide a body he now sees is fucking banging.
Your mom scowls over at you as she ties her robe. "Stop bothering him and go to your room."
"I just got water because hearing you all fuck for hours was making me sick. I'm not bothering him. He took my water."
"I don't care, when are you leaving again?" You blink a bit.
"I told you it's just a week while they're fixing that roof leak, and I won't bother you again. I'd have asked dad but I can't be that far from work."
"The sooner the better, and don't judge me for having a life, my sentence of you is over now." Satoru pauses, the woman he's been with for months was always sweet and perfect, until you got here.
Seeing your eyes water he clears his throat. "She wasn't bothering me, I did snatch her water up."
Your mom's face has plastered back on a fake smile, the beauty queen smile thatâs so cold it makes you shiver, as she brushes up and down Satoru's bare arm, you hate how pretty he is. How much you think of him, and how her hand is all over him, it makes your stomach turn.
"You're right, sorry sweetie I'm just tired." She cooes, all fake she comes and hugs you. Satoru frowns, hoping he read that wrong, you stand still, unmoving, eyeing him over your mom's shoulder then. "I'll try to be quieter -" she leans against your ear. "So you're not so jealous of me hmm?"
You bite back tears, shoving her off. Satoru hadn't heard anything so he has no clue as she comes up to him that you're sobbing in your room. You almost forgot how much you hate that bitch. Yes, you hate your mother. Who pushed you beyond your means to compete when you were younger, damn near starving and working you to perfection, and when you turned eighteen and threw all your tiaras in the trash, lit your gowns and sashes on fire, she never fucking forgave you.
You haven't talked to her in four years, tired of living in her goddamn shadow, your father left her ten years ago and you see why. He hates her as much as you. They fought all the time over letting you have a choice of who to move with, but she ultimately won custody.
And now she takes the guy you were thinking of working up the courage to talk to.
Satoru Gojo.Â
You saw him every day as you studied at that coffee shop right by your college, flirting with everyone, so light and free with his bright smile and confidence, while you wallowed in the corner. But you never did say hi, you're sure he never saw you, but to come home and find him shirtless and grinning was almost too much.
Your apartment unfortunately had a horrible leak upstairs and you had to leave, this was the last place you expected but it was right across from work. Never asking her for a thing you hoped maybe you could mend some bridges, but she's as cruel, beautiful and cold as ever. As a younger girl, you craved to have any of her attention, looked up to her, but now you know itâs not worth anything.
Maybe that's the type of woman a guy like Satoru Gojo went for, not you.
What did it matter!? Heâs as off limits as it gets.
You hear them moaning again and shove in your earbuds, throwing a blanket over your head and praying for the week to end.
*****
Three days of staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo
âShit, sorryâŠâ Youâve stepped right into the bathroom while Satoruâs walking out the next morning, skin glistening with the shower he just took, steam rising out of the door behind him. He smirks down at you as you careen into him damn near, hitting his hard body and almost falling before he catches you.
âSorry for what?â He sets you right, lazy in his assessment of your face, blue eyes impossible to read, while your eyes drift across his nearly naked body, falling to the towel thatâs not hiding shit, bringing a flush to your cheeks. âWhat, never seen a naked man? You freak out all the time.â
âWell if you ever wore any fucking clothes,â you shove him out of your way, scowling at his smirking face. âWhat?â
âYouâre cute. Bet youâre a whole virgin.â
âOh fuck yourself, none of your business, fucking Mrs. Robinson.â Satoru chuckles now while your hands brush against his slippery skin a little too long, making him pause, seeing color decorate your cheeks. He falters then, looking down at you, so clearly unused to any attention, clearing your throat and dropping your hand.
âHow do you know what Mrs. Robinson is, youâre a baby.â He teases, arm resting in the doorway, that towel daring to dive lower with every moment, you avert your eyes now, digging out your makeup bag from the drawer to wash your face.
âYouâre not much older than me, right?â
âTen years older. Youâre still a baby.â
âIâm closer to you than she is.â He blinks a bit, you wish heâd leave, but heâs just lingering like a little fucking pest.
âI guess. Youâre nothing like her.â You scoff then, he didnât mean it as an insult but he sees it is one, your jaw setting while you dry your face with a soft towel, and fuck if youâre not prettier bare faced than anyone heâs seen with a face full of product.
He shouldnât think like that.
âIâm definitely nothing like her.â
âYou donât call her mom, huh?â He raises a brow, while youâre slathering serum on your skin, cool and tacky as it dries, counteracting the steam and the overheating of your skin from his proximity.
âNo, I donât. Itâs none of your business, you all will be back to an empty love shack in days.â
Satoru chuckles then, shaking his head as you glare up at him. âLove shack, whatâs with these old ass references?â
âI enjoy old things too, just like you enjoy old women.â He snorts now, rolling his eyes.
âSheâs not old to me, one day youâll be there too.â
âSure will and wonât be fucking dudes that look like babies.â Satoru leans forward then, that perfect, pretty face right against yours, you freeze when he tilts your chin up, breath brushing across your lips.
âIâm no baby.â His whisper is too much, you swallow nervously, stepping back while he wreaks havoc on your nervous system, heart hammering when his snowy lashes lower, hand falling. âWhy do you care what she does and with who?â
âI donât. But I am not surprised, she was a hit at the high school graduation party.â He blinks in confusion at your words, you shake your head now. âYouâre new to her. I almost feel bad for you.â
âDo you nowâŠâ You shove him aside, hating how good his skin feels again, hating whatever the fuck he does to your tummy being too close, shoving those thoughts far back.
âI do, she runs through toys like you.â
âWeâre dating, not just fucking, you know.â Your lips quirk up, patting his shoulder, only for him to grip your wrist with his huge hand, taking it over, pausing your steps. You turn back to glare at his grip, then up into those arrogant eyes. âYou know something I donât?â
âLetâs just say, sheâs a bitch.â You shake him off again. âBut you are too.â
âMe!? Youâre the mopey, emo little brat glaring daggers at me, sweetheart.â His voice murmurs, his breath against your skin as he leans down, you yank your wrist out of his grip.
âDonât call me sweetheart!â You hiss as the bedroom door opens, as you two quickly separate, but sheâs eyed your proximity, smiling coldly as she assesses you, the look thatâs always made you feel so small, holds less than it did before, but itâs still there, the haunting memory of it all.
âShouldnât you be at work?â She says it so nasty to you then, you just glare once more at Satoru and nod, walking past, her hand halting you, her mouth against your ear, making you shiver in disgust. âStop looking at him, youâll never have someone like that.â
âI donât want him.â You whisper back, earning her laugh now, while she fake hugs you, and you just want to fucking fall into a hole.
âHave a great day, honey!â She smiles and steps forward to Satoru, you canât stop looking back over your shoulder at them, sighing when his eyes catch yours over her shoulder, unreadable - but you swear you see something flicker.
You canât even think that way.
Youâre stupid.
*****
Five days of staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo
The man does not own a tee-shirt, youâre completely convinced - heâs always half naked, as if this is how he exists. Well, he clearly has dress shirts, he wears them when he heads off to run his business, youâre not even sure what that job entails, apparently some trust fund baby considering heâs never there. He left for the past couple of nights to go home, thank god.
When he does he brings her with him and she doesnât come back until late, driven home in some fancy limo, but you get a reprieve.
You suppose he looks good in his Armani suits as he leaves every morning though, always getting some breakfast made from âmommyâ- yuck. You have to watch them kissing in the kitchen as you fight waves of nausea, but the past couple days you havenât heard that ridiculous fucking, and he barely kisses her, eyeing you intently when he does press his lips on her cheek.
âSatoru, do you have to go to work today?â She pouts as she blinks those long lashes at him, and he sighs, smiling and touching her cheek, as you vividly wish it was you, which you hate yourself for. You avoid his eyes, sipping on coffee before you head to work yourself.
âI do honey, donât worry Iâll come stay tonight.â She pouts again, he just smiles a little stiffly, walking out as you head out the door, hands touching the knob at the same time, making you both pause. You clear your throat, pulling your hand back like itâs on fire, as he lets you out first, feeling your momâs gaze burning a hole in the back of your head.
âWant a ride to work?â He asks quietly, heading over to the black car with a driver holding the back door.
âYou donât drive, huh?â
âWhy should I when I can pay someone too.â His pretentious smirk again has you itching to smack him, but the thought of not having to catch a bus is tempting. âYou know you wanna.â
âWhatever. Thanks I guess.â He bows as if heâs some gentleman and not an idiot, you slide in next to him, sighing as his thighs spread way too far, brushing against yours. âManspread much?â
âYou hate me donât you?â You blink in confusion, looking away and biting that lower lip, the lip that fucks him up mentally to look at. Being this close to you alone is making his body react, his pulse racing, even as he keeps a neutral look, he aches to drag your lips against his.
Heâs been trying to avoid you since that morning in the bathroom when you touched his chest, burning his skin like a brand. The pull is too much, to where he can hardly remember what he was thinking with your mom. Sheâs gorgeous, sheâs his type, sheâs got everything Satoru needs after spending the day at his boring ass family company, but her daughter wonât stop tempting him.
How he saw your breasts spill out of your tank top this morning, your scent that he canât describe filling a room, itâs all horrible - and shit timing, as now your mom has been talking about getting more serious. Before he saw you, he was hopelessly enamored with her beauty, her clear confidence, but he canât stop looking at the shy, insecure girl far too eagerly.
Heâd show you how gorgeous you were if he had a chance-
The fuck is wrong with him?
Youâre her daughter.
âI donât hate you, Gojo.â You say softly, turning to look up at him now, so much pain behind your eyes it nearly takes his breath away.
âYou sure act like it.â
âI know. I have to.â You clear your throat nervously, tucking strands of hair behind your ear, his fingers itching to sweep it back, breath catching when you look up at him, eyes so intense he canât look away.
âWhy do you have to hate me?â He asks quietly again, trying to remember - youâre young, youâre his girlâs daughter, while you remember, heâs your momâs boyfriend, and you can never act on anything.
âYou know the answer,â you whisper, leaning forward a bit, when he leans down, the car cruising gently through the busy streets, entrapping you both in the black tinted windows. âDonât you?â
âDo I? Seems like you hate her, and Iâm hated by default,â he brushes that hair back finally, the contact bringing heat to your cheek, he feels it against his fingers, exhaling when you donât pull back. âDo you have a good reason to hate her?â
âI do.â
âWhat-â The car comes to a stop now, jostling you just a bit, as the driver apologizes for hitting the brakes too hard, throwing you right against Satoruâs hard body, you inhale that cologne, expensive and musky, almost making you salivate before he pulls back a bit. âShit, you okay?â
âYeah, fine.â You pull back before it feels good, sliding away again and looking out the dark window. âItâs too long of a story.â
âWe have a drive to talk.â He wants to talk to you, fuck he wants to do a lot more than talk, last night heâd seen you when he tried to fuck her, and he had to stop, much to her irritation.
He kept fighting the need to jerk it to the memory of your pretty tits, to picture you instead of her, to shove it all down and try to remember himself.
Heâd be glad when you werenât around, tempting him.
âItâs too much to even begin, but⊠letâs just say living in her shadow, and with her expectations were brutal.â Satoru tilts his head, big hands on his own thighs, sitting still so as not to further touch you, or do more. âI gave up pageants when I turned eighteen and she disowned me.â
âYou did them?â He asks softly, you sigh and turn to look back at him.
âYeah, since I was three. I⊠donât wanna get into it all.â He sighs, was it just that your mother was so upset you gave up on her dream? It felt like more. âI donât hate you though. Okay? Aside from constantly making her scream out like some goat-â he bursts into laughter then, making your eyes narrow. âAnd never wearing a shirt.â
âYou really hate that.â He muses, you want to tell him more about her, but heâs not your therapist, not your friend, and as much as you despise your mother, itâs just not your place to spill it all. So you leave it at that, sighing and pulling out your phone, checking the time.
âBesides all of that youâre okay I guess.â
He smirks just a bit. âIâll take it.â
âI will never call you step dad.â
âOh god, fuck I hope you wonât.â You both laugh it off a bit, the tension, the unspoken words in the air, as you slip into a soft silence, the two of you busying yourselves now, both trying to ignore it. Whispering in your minds - itâll be over soon.
*****
One week of staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo
The amount of stress your mother puts you through is unreal, when Satoru is there at least she puts on enough of a show not to do too much in front of him, as to appear perfect. You went out with a few friends for the night - a much needed getaway, and free drinks - sounds like the perfect remedy for dealing with her bitchiness.
You wish you just had some extra money for a hotel, but you just paid all your bills and pay day is a couple days away. As soon as that came in you were going to just grab a hotel for the last couple of days - they are stupid expensive with the holiday right now, but anything was worth leaving her as quickly as you can.
Stumbling in, your mother eyes your clothes with disdain. âYou look like a slut.â
You snort in laughter at that, opening the fridge and grabbing another drink out, the seltzers you bought to knock out at night when you had to hear her and Satoru fucking. You crack it open and sit on a chair, crossing your legs that are well revealed in the dress that does barely cover anything. You look hot as fuck though, you already know it.
âSays the woman who had like an entire frat run a train on her in her forties?â You raise a brow, and your mom smacks you right in the face, you smile nastily at her. âYa mad your ass canât wear this shit anymore?â
âYouâre a stupid little bitch, everything I did for you - and you turn out like this?â
âWhat, work for a living? A degree? Howâd I turn out so bad.â You swipe your cheek then, and her gaze drifts across you with cold eyes - the same color as yours, but they just have no fucking soul to them.
âThe biggest disappointment. You could have had a modeling career, but now youâve let yourself go.â
âLet myself go?â
âRemember how you looked senior year?â You shrink back at her nasty words, biting at your lower lip then, you try to act tough but itâs difficult at times to not let old insecurities hit.
âI was starving because of you.â
âExaggeration, my god. I did that so you could look your best.â
âMy best, huh? I think I look hot, so you can suck a dick. Where is Satoru, by the way? Can he shove one in your mouth?â You smile as your mom gasps, and thatâs when the door opens, and you hear Satoruâs footsteps on the floor, still rubbing your stinging cheek as your mother instantly puts on her front.
âYouâre a little bitch.â Your mom whispers, yanking your drink out of your hand then, slamming it on the table. âWhat a waste of your looks, down the drain.â
Usually your mom would stop when Satoru got here - perhaps your saving grace was that. But as he walks into the kitchen, his snowy lashes blink in confusion at seeing her. You catch his eye over her shoulder, smiling then. âWhy donât you fuck her so sheâll be in a good mood again?â
Your mom gasps as you take your drink back, standing and getting away from her overwhelming presence, taking a breath and acting ânormalâ while Satoruâs gaze drifts across your outfit slowly. You feel every inch of your skin caressed by blue eyes, like heâs touching you.
You canât think that way, even if sheâs a bitch.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asks then, setting down his jacket, your mother finally seems to notice heâs there, putting on a pretty pout and batting her lashes.
âJust her being mean to me, Satoru.â She walks up to his arms, and you laugh then, so loud youâre crying, swiping tears as you truly feel youâre losing it, seeing her run her long red nails across Satoruâs chest as he looks at you.
Thereâs too much in the look.
âMaybe if you get dick in your mouth youâll shut up.â Your words earn your momâs mouth wide open, while you stretch, knowing half your breasts are fucking out, your thighs fully revealed in the short, tight skirt, hoping to piss your bitch mom off more.
Itâs petty but.
It works.
You bend over to snatch two more drinks up, and Satoru has trouble tearing his vision from the sight, picturing bending you over and cursing himself for it. Your mom is whining to him, bitching about you, but your evil little smirk towards him and her turns him on more.
âIâll be gone tomorrow night, then you wonât have to see me again mommy dearest.â
âI know you didnât just call me that.â Her affronted tone just makes you giggle, drunk honestly, even more, walking back to your old room - her pageant trophy room - and sighing then, leaning against the door.
You can act as if youâre not hurt by her words all you want, but they hit and they hit deep, hearing the quiet murmurs of her and the man youâre fast desiring far, far too much. You slide down to the floor - youâve talked endlessly about how your mom never loved you to your therapist - but it still feels like shit, not that you think she could love anyone but herself.
After downing your seltzers, youâre thoroughly drunk - something you havenât been since freshman year of college, when you go out into the quiet kitchen, in search of a bottle of water. You tense when you see a shirtless Satoru, his strong back illuminated by the soft light over the stove as ice clinks into a glass. He turns his head, catching sight of you before you can dip back to the room.
âHey.â He usually has something snarky to say, but thatâs all he manages, turning toward you and leaning on the counter, you try to avoid your gaze on his body, on the light trail of hair under his flat belly button - but youâre too drunk to avoid it.
âYou get her off enough? Maybe sheâll be okay tomorrow.â You murmur, and his jaw tenses then, while you walk up, stumbling just a bit when you get to the fridge, one of his hands dart out to your arm, wrapping around it gently. You pause, eyes darting up to his.
âYou all right?â You scowl, yanking your arm out of his hold.
âWhat do you care for?â Your whisper is angry, he sees so much anger, and though he doesnât exactly know what was said, hurt was written all over your face.
âCan I not care?â He asks softly. You scoff, looking away.
âNo, you canât.â He sighs now, sipping his drink as you bend down, grabbing another drink instead.
âYou shouldnât have more, youâre torn the fuck up.â
âOh, thanks dad.â
Satoru scowls now. âDonât call me that.â
âNo?â Youâre annihilated, heâs absolutely right, removing the barrier you have put up for him, fingers drifting up his chest, bare and hot to the touch. He tenses, as your fingers drift down over his abdomen, and you step closer. âShould I call you daddy?â
Satoru scowls, thin brows deep over his blue eyes, and his cock is throbbing under his sweats, he wills it to go down, feeling like a horrible fucking man. He couldnât get hard for her tonight, not when every time he was touching her he pictured her daughter instead, pictured how tight and slick he bets your cunt is, pictures your perfect tits in his fucking hands.
âYouâre drunk and stupid, sweetheart.â He grips your wrist, as you quietly giggle, and you look far too hot, drunk mess and all. âYouâre too drunk to know what youâre doing.â
âI know what Iâm doing, Gojo. I just hold back when Iâm sober.â He exhales, and your eyes dart down, raising a brow when you see a far too impressive bulge. âNeed to go fuck mommy some more?â
âYouâre a brat.â He whispers, pressing you against the cold steel of the fridge now, a thigh pressing between yours, and your heart races. His proximity has you dripping wet in moments, the strong thigh between yours, his breath ghosting over your lips as he bends down. âTouch me again like that and see what happens.â
âGonna spank me, step dad?â He pins your wrists right over your head, muscled thigh pressing up against your overheated cunt then. Your eyes roll back, youâre too gone to act like you donât want him, arching your hips up and earning his soft little moan, as he rests his head down on yours.
âShut the fuck up, youâre⊠just shut up.â He whispers, a desperate, needy little voice now. âIf you werenât⊠If I wasnâtâŠâ
âWhat, big man? Canât finish a sentence?â You roll your hips again, he feels you soaking him, he canât stand how badly he wants to slip his cock inside you then, lift your right on that fridge. âDonât wanna make mommy mad, do we?â
âI canât stand you.â His lips are a centimeter from yours then, and your breath catches. âNeed me, donât you? Cunt is soaking wet.â
âItâs n-not.â He smirks, letting your wrists go, you shove at his chest, when he pulls back just a bit, gripping your chin.
âItâs not?â You shake your head and he pulls back his leg, looking down at it. Your entire body heats up as you see it, the wet spot darkening his light sweats. âWhatâs this then, hmm sweets?â
âN-nothing.â You look down in horror, when he swipes it with his thumb, leaning forward again, silvery white locks falling over his forehead then.
âNothing?â You nod, and he swipes that thumb over your lips, moaning as theyâre coated in a gloss, while your cunt throbs around nothing, aching for his touch.
âMmm, fuck, why do you have to look like that?â He whispers, lips leaning close again, his hands on your hips, your nails slip up his side, contemplating leaving marks for your bitch ass mom to see - hating yourself for it.
âGo back to bed, mommy will miss you. Go fuck her.â He glares even deeper, just looking far too attractive when his lips brush against yours barely, before thereâs a noise and he immediately backs away, as do you, heart pounding. What the fuck were you even doing!? âIâm drunk.â
âYeah, you are.â He whispers, fists clenching as he huffs, turning and pulling his cock up into the waistband of his sweats, annoyed as shit by your laughter. âYouâre such a brat.â
âAm I, or are you just wanting to fuck a mom and a daughter? Didnât you get off enough al-â
âI canât fuck her, okay?â You blink a bit at his declaration, you scoff, rolling your eyes. You wonât believe him. âThatâs your fucking fault. Iâll be glad when you go.â
âGood, so the fuck will I.â You shove at him now, and he hates the hurt on your face. âDonât want you, creepy old stepdad.â
âOld!?â You smile, mean and nasty, only making him want to fuck that expression right off your face. âIâm not your fucking stepdad.â
âSure youâre not.â You pat his bare shoulder, walking past him now, barely able to breathe when you walk back into your room, leaving him cursing, eyes shutting tightly when he leans against the fridge, heart racing.
Satoru Gojo has never hated someone until you, for fucking his brain up and whatever morals he does have. Heâs by far not a cheater and never has been, but all he can picture when your mom sucks him is you instead, shutting his eyes and pulling on hair that looks just like yours. He hates whatever the fuck youâve done to him, and how bad he feels for telling you he wants you gone.
He does want you gone so things go back to normal, he can be the milf fucker heâs always been, he can live his life and fuck away all his problems with the career heâs been shoved into. But laying next to her that night heâs staring at the ceiling, wondering what you taste like.
******
One day left staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo
You and Satoru have avoided each other completely, you work and come home, packing up the few things you have left so you can stay with a friend whoâs offered you to come with her for the next few days. It was tiny and cramped there, but anything was better than staying here, and not just because your mom is an evil bitch who loves to trash you every moment.
It was him, the reason you wanted to leave so fucking bad.
âShould you eat that, honey?â Your mom says, so fake sweet as you nibble on a candy bar, you didnât eat shit at work so you instantly busted out a snickers.
âShould you fuck men half your age, mommy?â Your mother glares, and Satoru overhears, though he stays in the hall.
âHeâs not - also your ass is just looking really big in those shorts, you know.â
âThatâs good, I like it.â
âYour hair looks oily.â
âYeah, thatâs fine.â
Your mom scoffs again, snatching the bar and throwing it out, and you glare up at her. âI just care about you. No makeup, you dress like shit, and youâre munching on a candy bar? How much further do you want to let yourself go?â
âI work for a fucking living, I donât make money off fucking men and having them take care of me. So back the fuck off. Iâll be gone in the morning.â
âThank god, Satoru canât stand you.â You blink a bit then, wishing that didnât hurt as much as it did. You could handle her trashing you in every other way, but the man that you canât rip your fucking mind from actually hating you stung.
âHuh?â
âHe canât stand you, and youâre not going to come between what I want. I see you, looking at him.â She tilts your chin up then. âYou think youâd ever get a man like him? Thatâs funny. Maybe before, when you were still competing. Now?â She laughs, and you feel tears running unwillingly from your eyes. âNot a chance, so stop dreaming about him.â
âYou donât know shit.â You smack her hand off you. âIâll leave now.â
âGo right ahead-â
âHey, whatâs for dinner?â Satoru walks out then, and your mom pauses. âWhoâs cooking?â
âSheâs leaving.â Satoru checks his Rolex on his wrist then, frowning.
âItâs nine already, buses arenât running. Why not wait till the morning?â
âBecause she-â your mom puts back on her airs now, smiling so saccharine and fake. âNo, youâre right, Satoru. She should stay and eat some dinner.â
You scoff, since the bitch just threw your only food for the day in the trash - but you do get paid in the morning, and it would be more convenient to just stay. âIâm not eating with you. But Iâll leave in the morning. Good night mommy dearest.â
âI swear to-â
Sheâs cut off with you shutting yourself in again, laying on the bed and shutting your eyes, wishing her words didnât cut so deep like knives, stomach growling. Even later when you smell food you donât come out, until a soft knock is on your door, and you finally drag yourself out of your bed youâre just rotting away and crying in.
âWhat do you want?â You say softly, looking up at the tall man - who really should wear a fucking shirt - in the doorway.
âYou should eat something.â He murmurs softly, you sigh, shaking your head.
âIâm not hungry.â Your tummy inconveniently growls, and he frowns now rather than an amused smirk youâd expect.
âYou should eat.â He repeats, shocking you when he grips your hand in his, bringing you out to find heâs set a plate aside for you.
âI donât need you to feed me.â You nibble while standing, cutting up a piece of chicken however, chewing thoughtfully as he watches you, far too intensely. âWhat, are you gonna just watch me?â
His heart aches for you then, having overheard her. It all fits with the conversation he had with you in the back of the car, the pressure she had you under all made sense. Heâd only seen glimpses of it, her cruelty toward you, but theyâre glaringly apparent. When sheâd tried to fuck him earlier, and brought you up, he couldnât do anything with her, thanking god she went to sleep early.
He needed to see you.
You were so clearly not okay from her.
âStop acting like you care.â You murmur then, nibbling another bite, not even sitting at the seat before you turn away.
âFinish eating.â His commanding tone is far too fucking sexy, in fact all of him is - and you could almost forget about last night, in your drunken haze, but the problem is you remeber it vividly, tasting your arousal on your lips.
âYou donât tell me what to do. I have a dad.â He laughs without humor then, shaking his head and leaning low, pressing one hand on the wall, lifting your chin with the other.
âStop acting like Iâm even close to old enough to be your dad.â You bite your lower lip that trembles, you inhale that hundred dollar a spray cologne thatâs haunted your fucking senses all week.
âYou fuck my mom, so.â Your little glare hits him so good, your mean little words that just make him more obsessed with you, picturing you constantly. Heâd jerked off in his office just remembering your heat against his thigh today - simultaneously feeling horrible and the inevitable pull of you, intoxicating like the liquor heâd drunk to just lay next to her last night.
He canât get hard around her - not when youâre in the next room.
âDoes that make you mad, that I fuck her?â He asks then, your scowl deepens, teeth clenched as you shove at his chest.
âWhy would it?â
âSeems like it bothers you,â his fingers brush your hair back, goosebumps rise on your skin, tummy clenching with the hot desire. âSeems like youâd want me inside you instead.â
âAh, you wish, conceited ass of a man. I donât want you.â Youâre lying through your teeth, and itâs like he knows, the blue eyes seeing right through your fucking bullshit. âYou donât want me either, so stop fucking with me.â
âI donât?â Heâs close, too close, you shove him away then, shaking your head, her words ringing in your fucking ears.
Heâd never want you
Out of your league
Youâre nothing
Maybe they did still get you, words youâd long since stopped giving her the ability to speak. Years of striving for her affection, of wanting to be perfect and win so that you could get just a bit of her praise. The moment you broke free was the best time you can remember, throwing those tiaras away - but you fear youâre just barely a step away from falling back into the sadness that she caused.
Worse is this tall, beautiful fucking man acting interested.
âYou would never want me,â his mouth drops open at that. âSo stop fucking acting like it.â
âYou think I donât!?â You scoff, walking away now, heading to the bathroom to perhaps put some water on your face, but this fucker follows you in, shutting the door, coming up behind you now, and you see his reflection in the soft lighting around the mirror, see the way heâs looking at you.
âGet out. Stupid. Iâm not your milf okay?â You gasp then, as he tilts your chin so that you catch his brilliant blue eyes, the bathroom is too small suddenly, when his chest presses against your back.
"Look at me," Satoru whispers, you shake your head, tears falling. "I said look at me." He tilts your chin to look to the side as he leans over you.
"What?" You whisper through your teeth, trying to be quiet in the dark room, as Satoruâs hand slips down your bare arm, the other arm wrapping your waist, dragging you against his hard body. You whine out softly at it, being pressed against him, before you can stop yourself. When he leans lower, cool breath against your lips.
"You're beautiful, okay? So fucking beautiful..." You shake your head at that, earning his sigh, gripping your chin so tightly you feel his strength, only making the sweet ache worse. "You are. All I can think of is fucking my girlfriendâs daughter on every surface, you know what that fucking does to me?" His hushed, desperate voice makes your tummy clench with desire.
You have tried to fight it, but the resolve weakens every second you stare into his cerulean gaze, words you donât want to accept. "Satoru... I⊠mnh!"
âShh, sweetheart,â he groans now, shaking his head, kissing up your neck as his hand splays your stomach, drifting to your heat, breaths faster and heavier, mixing with yours. "Is it just me? Being fucking horrible?"
You shake your head, crying out softly when he finds your hot cunt over your shorts, soaking the thin fabric of them immediately. He moans so sexy against your ear, as the longing keeps swirling around the two of you. "You're not horrible, I am..."
"No, she's a fucking bitch. I didn't know she... was that mean. I like psychos, but that?â Your eyes shut, ass brushing against his thighs, feeling his hardness press against the small of your back.
âSheâs just how sheâs always been. Mnh⊠you shouldnât.â
âI know I shouldnât, okay? Fuck, you just take it. Let her treat you that way, why donât you stand up to her, hmm?â His fingertip finds your clit, pressing up as your head falls back, and his cock twitches, aching to come inside you when you soak his fingers through your shorts, gasping and writhing against him.
"I'll be gone tomorrow. It's f-fine... Satoru, what are you⊠mnh!â You cry out, he brings a hand to your mouth while you watch your reflection in the mirror, he's taking over every sense you have.
âGod you're soaked, so fucking hot, so tight.â He leans down, slipping a thick digit in your tight little entrance, making you scream out weakly against his hand. His blue eyes dilate, in the dark, quiet hushed sighs against his hand mixing with the sound of embarrassing wetness echo across the walls. âLemme make you feel good, hmm?â
You just nod weakly, so tired of pretending like you donât want him, entranced by the image in the mirror of him overtaking you, fingers angling up as your juices pour down his hand, you whine out, trembling as he keeps hitting just that spot, the one that makes your eyes roll back. Your ass arches back for more, knowing sheâs in the next room and could hear or see fucks you up too much.
Your mommy issues clearly are still prevalent.
After hearing all her loud high pitched moans from this man, knowing all of his attention is on you is addictive, his lips brushing the shell of your ear while his fingers curl in your slick walls, gripping him and quivering. âCan you keep quiet so I can see your pretty face when you cum?â
You nod weakly, his words are destroying you, and any resolve you currently have, any part of your brain that knows this is wrong is gone, you want to cum for him, as he is bending low to angle his fingers deeper. You gasp and bite your lip as he does, as the squelches of your hungry cunt echo in the small space.
His breaths come heavy as he feels your walls, as you feel every line of his long - fuck theyâre so long - fingers curling against your spot over and over, thumb pressing your twitchy little clit. âSatoru!â
âShh, sweetheart,â heâs lost in you, cock leaking precum as he studies your face in the dark reflection, feeling you grip him so fucking good, picturing stretching your perfect little cunt out. âLike this?â
You nod, swallowing as you cling to his bare arms, feeling his muscles bunch as he moves his fingers, you are blinded when he rolls his thumb just right, as his other hand grips a breast under your tank top, brushing against your nipple. Itâs all too much, you bite back the moans that threaten to rip from your throat, instead whining out softly, gasping and hiccuping as pleasure waves through you.
Youâre soaking his fingers, dripping down them when he leans low, capturing your lips, drinking in your little cries as his fingertips brush your spongy spot, over and over, while you shatter in his hold. Your saliva drips across your tongues as his fingers slow, thumb pressing up your twitchy clit again, while youâre lost in his embrace, his taste sweet on your tongue.
You should feel bad youâre dripping down Satoru Gojoâs fingers, had they been inside her earlier? Would he touch her with them? You wish it all didnât just make you wetter, more sensitive for him, when he eases them out, sucking them into his mouth now, moaning when your flavor hits his tongue, the filthy thoughts just echo louder as your pussy pulses from the aftershocks.
âFuck youâre so sweet,â he moans then, turning you and lifting you until youâre spread on the counter, your thighs shake as he presses against you, hard and thick, kissing you with your juices dripping across his plump lips. âGod I wanna bury my face between your thighs.â
âSatoru, this is insane.â You whisper, as heâs hungrily kissing down your neck, moaning a little too loud. âShh!â
âFuck, maybe she should hear,â his eyes are batshit insane then, brilliant blue almost glowing, long fingers spreading your thighs apart. âAll I can think of is you.â
âShut up,â youâre shaking your head, hands slipping through his silky locks as he kisses down your chest. âFuck me.â
Satoru blinks at that, when youâre reaching down to touch him, he exhales, hands trembling as they hold you, kissing your lips again and losing himself, cock brushing your soaked cunt. He hears the door click across the hall then, pausing and cursing. âShitâŠâ
âShit!?â He covers your mouth, glaring with his snowy lashes lowered over his blue eyes.
âShut up.â Heâs kissing you again, hot and desperate as your mom is calling out his name, you canât stop the soft whine from your lips. âShut the fuck up.â
âShut me up.â His hand lifts a thigh, groaning quietly as he hears his fucking name again, cock leaking so much precum, throbbing so much it hurts.
âSatoru honey, where are you?â He sighs now, and you shake your head.
âGo, Iâll stay for a few.â You whisper softly, he is aching to stay, but the situation at present is horrible, and he doesnât want you getting hurt because he canât keep his hands off his girlfriendâs daughter.
âDonât leave tomorrow until we talk.â He says then, against your ear.
âMaybe.â
âUgh.â You smile a bit at his scowl. âIâll be right out, just in the bathroom!â
âOkay honey, I miss you.â You feel sick, watching him walk out, you let out a held breath, thighs shaking, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that he made you feel better than anyone ever has, that you've never cum like that.
Worse, how he had kissed you?
This was some sick, cruel fucking joke, falling for your bitch ass mother's boyfriend. You can't trust him. You know you need to slip out in the morning, to try to forget him and how good it felt to be in his arms.
******
The last morning staying with your mom
You want to wait for Satoru like he asked, but laying there and counting down the moments until you know the buses run, you couldnât stay.
You canât do this, even to her, have some sort of affair?
You canât be the other woman - especially to your own mother, even if sheâs fucking awful, the guilt is eating at you. It would be different if it was some petty revenge to her for all these years, if it was just sexual attraction, but you absolutely know itâs way more with Satoru, kissing didnât feel like that, nothing felt that good, being consumed by Satoru and losing yourself in him.
Youâre trying to slip out that next morning, when Satoru Gojo grips you by your wrist, out of nowhere, you look back and his azure gaze is furious. âI asked you to wait for me.â His tone is so hurt, you can hardly stand it.
âGojo, we have to forget it.â Your broken words ruin him, heâs breathless as he looks at you, two bags slung over your shoulders. âI shouldnât have.â
âNo, why not?â He caresses your cheek, bending over you then, his sweet breath bringing back the memories that kept you up all night, of kissing him back, of his fingers now on your wrist that were inside you.
âYouâre hers.â You hear her then, panicking and shoving at Satoru, but he doesnât move an inch.
âGet the fuck away from him!â Your momâs words make Satoru chuckle, and the sight of it confuses the fuck out of you, as he looks back at her, raising a brow.
âIâm pinning her to the door and youâre yelling at her right now?â She sputters, your heart fucking races, the heat creeping up your cheeks, burning as she stomps over to you both, furious so clearly.
When you were younger it would have scared you, but Satoru is here, and in the short week, you oddly trust him, feel the comfort, something to be said about it that you havenât admitted to yourself yet.
âItâs her trying to take whatâs mine, jealous of me always.â She grips your hand, your bag falls to the floor as she scowls down at you. âNever show your face here again, leave my life the fuck alone, stupid little bitch.â
âI didnât-â She raises her hand as if to smack you when Satoru grabs her wrist, she looks at him in shock.
âYou wonât raise a hand to her again, she might not stand up for herself when you do, but I will.â He drops her wrist now, raising a thin brow and bending down, picking up your bag for you.
âSatoru baby, you donât understand all sheâs put me through,â sheâs trying to be sweet again, crocodile tears dripping down her cheeks, long lashes blinking, her lip is even trembling. Sheâs always been great at that. âI donât want to hurt her, but she is horrible to me.â
âIâve heard and seen far, far too much this week. You are an evil bitch to her, and you wonât get to be anymore.â He shoves her off him dismissively as she tries to cling to him now, then she scowls at both of you.
âWhat, because sheâs younger!? Is that who you are? Some sick game to fuck us both?â
âNo, sheâs actually just better than you. In every single way, and you hate it, donât you? Thatâs just pathetic.â You look down, unbelieving heâs standing up for you like this, your mom lets out an affronted scoff while Satoru picks up his phone.
âYou donât want her, you canât.â Sheâs losing her composure, her act, itâs all falling apart as she starts to panic.
What could be worse than you ever outshining her? Youâre supposed to live in her perfect shadow.
âWhy are you so jealous of your own kid? You got some crazy issues, you know that? Not even hot crazy, either, just a batshit narcissist.â He clicks his tongue, sighing and smiling down at you, with lidded eyes. âWanna stay at my penthouse until your apartment is ready, sweetheart?â
âWhat!?â Your mom is blowing a whole fucking gasket - you should feel bad for stealing her man, but you really canât find it in you.
âYes, if you really donât mind?â Satoru grins, those bright white teeth, and picks up his dark shades off the side table, your mom is tugging on his dress shirt, and he brushes her off, looking over his sunglasses at her.
âSatoru Iâm sorry, I just⊠I was acting out too much. Itâs her, the problem! Look how happy we were before?â
âIâm sure there are plenty of young men for you out there, maybe younger than me so they are too dumb to see how fucked up you are.â Sheâs glaring as he takes your hand in his, and you canât stop the happy little giggle from your mouth as you both leave, and you hear things getting thrown at the door.
âSatoru, that was insane!?â You whisper, he brushes your hair back then, sighing.
âI wanted it to go a little smoother, that whole exchange. But no, of course you were bratty and didnât wait.â He tilts your chin up and you kiss him, smiling against his sweet, plush lips.
âYouâre not step-dad anymore, maybe the appeal is lost-â
âIâm gonna beat your ass.â Heâs scowling as you giggle through your tears, when his car pulls up, he hands your bags off to the driver, climbing in and holding out his hand, tugging you in the back. âYou do need a good ass beating.â
âI think I had enough mental beatings,â you grumble a bit, he frowns at that as the car revs up, and he tugs you against his chest. âYou noticed?â
âYeah, hard not to. Last night was when I saw how fucking much she hates you, the way she talks itâs just not how a normal person does. Iâm sorry youâŠâ
âIâm good. I promise.â You look up at him then, kissing him softly, while your hand slips down his chest, hearing his hitch of breath.
âYou can eat whatever you want at my place, okay? Also your ass is very nice.â You blink back tears, mixing with your tremulous smile from his sweetness, and youâre flustered- youâre literally a wreck.
âYou heard it all?â He nods, swallowing, his brows together.
âItâs why I came to you. Iâm so disgusted that I evenâŠâ
âHow could you know? Sheâs beautiful, she knows how to play people.â
âYouâre more beautiful than she could be,â he murmurs, kissing you again, messy and hungry in the back of the huge black luxury car, having you straddle him, your momâs ex boyfriend, feeling his phone vibrating against your thigh now. âI swear if itâs her Iâll have you cum right on the speaker.â
âGojo!â Heâs sighing, his big hands drifting over your waist, when your phone starts going off too, but youâre too lost in his kisses, in his scent, in how good he fucking feels.
âFeel so good on me, fuck I wanna bury my cock inside you,â he is desperate and needy then, feeling your heat against his cock, when you drop to your knees, making his lips part. âSweetheartâŠâ
âWant your cock in my mouth,â heâs whining out at that, helping you unbutton and unzip his slacks, until his cock springs free, making you gasp.
You knew it would be big, but you didnât know itâd be that big, a solid nine inches and thick, veins running and wrapping under his shaft from the base to his blushing pink tip. You moan softly at it, soaking wet under your panties from the sight, that clean yet musky scent. Satoru brushes your hair back softly with long fingers, eyeing you down there, making you feel so sexy with just a gaze.
âWant me to suck you down my throat?â He nods quickly, and you do just that, after spitting on his cock and slathering your saliva as the phone keeps vibrating, but his hands are enwrapped in your hair while you look at him under those lashes.
âFuck, look at you, can you take it all?â Heâs taunting, a mix of devotion and talking shit, so intoxicating you canât take it, tummy full of so much pressure you whine out at the sensations, gliding his tip inside your mouth now, hot and hungry while you taste him. You swirl your tongue on his tip, fingers brushing across the soft white hair right over his cock.
His eyes never leave yours as you move, as he fucks up into your throat, hissing at just how fucking good your mouth feels, how pretty your eyes are as you look up at him. Youâre whining out, vibrating around him, while his hands tug your hair into a ponytail, fucking into your mouth harder, harder, youâre slobbering down his cock so messy and filthy how you take him.
âSo beautiful, fucking look at you,â you whine at the praise, from his soft lips, which heâs biting and releasing, making the sexiest moans from the back of his throat that drive you to get wetter and wetter. You reach down, touching yourself under your skirt when he yanks your wrist. âNo.â
âNo!?â You glare, and Satoru smirks, shaking his head.
âIâll bet the one touching you, licking you- ah!â Youâre sucking him again, even as he grips your little wrist tightly, sucking one of your little fingers, so lewd and sexy you canât stand it, grinding on nothing for friction, as the car comes to a stop, Satoru huffs, yanking you up. âOpen.â
You do just that, and freaky ass âstepdadâ Satoru Gojo spits in your mouth, you gasp, swallowing it and feeling the need grow so much itâs painful, kissing desperately, hand still stroking his length up and down. âIn me, please.â
âShit, yeah,â he adjusts himself, leaving the belt unbuckled as the two of you ride up the elevator to his stupidly fancy and clean penthouse, once the door is shut he presses you against it, hands slipping up your sides, gripping you everywhere. âWanna taste you again, fuckâŠâ
âTaste me then, mnh!â Heâs on his knees right before you, the way he looks up at you is so intense it takes your breath away, as he shoves your skirt up, lapping a hot stripe up your slick panties, already soaked. âOh my god, more, more!â
âDemanding little thing,â he teases, stroking fingers up your soppy panties, groaning as he then pulls them down, letting them fall down to your ankles, still clad in those ridiculous combat boots. Theyâre so hot he just keeps them on, throwing a thigh right over his shoulder, breath ghosting on your bare cunt. âFuck, look at you, youâre so pretty.â
âY-you donât have to say- ah!â Your hands entangle in his silky, silvery white locks, soft as your fingers grip and pull until it hurts, but he wants more.
âFuck my face, thatâs it, taste sâgood, mmm,â his whispers against you vibrate against your clit, and youâre screaming out, head falling back against Satoruâs door, as his mouth devours your cunt, so hungry and desperate for you.
His impossibly long tongue makes you furious that your bitch ass mother ever got him in this way, toxic and petty, it just makes you fuck his face more, hips rolling while that tongue plunges into you. Heâs licking and stroking between your folds, right up in your hole, straight nose bumping your clit. Your thighs shake, his fingers pressing into them, your gummy walls are convulsing around his tongue.
The sound of him sucking up all your wetness - well heâs trying to, but youâre so fucking wet itâs pouring, his cock is leaking precum - already sensitive from that stupidly talented mouth, and now this? He can hardly remember your momâs name any more, in fact he canât remember anything right now, but how he should have been doing this, just drinking your sweetness up down his throat.
Devouring your pretty pussy, pulling your plump, puffy lips apart to slide that tongue in and out of your quivery little cunt as you scream out hoarsely. âOh my god, donât stop, donât stop, please!â
Youâre sobbing out his name, panting as he licks and nibbles your twitchy little clit with sharp teeth, making you gasp out at the shock of the pain and pleasure, your nipples pressing against your top, tummy clenching as you feel your orgasm so close. Heâs slipped two fingers up inside your hole, looking up at you as his tongue flicks your sensitive clit again.
âYouâre so messy, arenât you baby?â He taunts softly, all you can do is weakly nod, while his fingers now know your spot way too fucking well, pressing up against your g spot while he stretches you hot. âSo sweet now, is this what you needed?â
âShh, jerk.â He chuckles against your cunt, before sucking your little clit into his hot mouth and fucking moaning, making you feel like youâre going to collapse. Itâs so good, so fucking good, and youâre so close. âI-Iâm gonna, Satoru, oh god-!â
He doesnât let you go over the edge though, pulling away with a pop of pink lips,covered in your arousal like a gloss. You yelp, looking down at him with a desperate expression, your cheeks flushed, chest heaving. He canât stop thinking how fucking pretty you are like this, desperate for him, whining and wiggling.
âWhyâd you stop!?â He stands now, slipping up your sweater, groaning when he realizes you have no bra on, seeing those tits heâs jerked it to bounce gently.
âWant you to cum around my cock, like a good girl. Can you?â Heâs way too fucking hot, itâs actually unfair. You nod weakly, he sighs, cupping your breasts and watching your eyes roll back, his thumbs brush your nipples, already hard and aching for more.
Satoru unlaces your boots, leaving your knee socks and skirt on, you just look too sexy in them, unbuckling himself hastily as you tug his shirt off him. âPlease, hurry, fuckâŠâ
âDemanding, thought you hated me not wearing a shirt?â You glare at him, just making him chuckle, before heâs down to nothing, fully naked and gorgeous, as the light streams in through the blinds of those floor to ceiling windows, casting shadows across his perfect form.
âFuckâŠâ Youâre kissing across his chest, when he shocks you, lifting you up like itâs nothing, pressing you right on that door again, the cool wood against your burning hot skin, tip drooling and leaking against your cunt. âMnh! Please!â
âNeed my cock so bad inside you?â You just nod weakly, done pretending or teasing, youâre still throbbing from the way he edged you, and when his leaky tip bumps your clit it almost pushes you over the edge. Youâre clinging to his neck, kissing him as you roll your hips, soaking wet and begging with your body.
âIn me, g-god, just - ah!â Satoru shoves his cock so deep in one stroke youâre left breathless, blinking rapidly at the ridiculous stretch, so full you canât think, youâve never been stuffed like this. Your eyes lock, his are so bright theyâre insane, his lips and chin coated in your arousal, holding you by your ass right under your skirt as your legs tremble around narrow hips.
âFucking feel you, my god,â heâs whispering in wonder for a moment, blinking snowy lashes to try to orient himself, to not cum just from one stroke like some dumb teenager from pussy.
But your pussy!?
âPrettier, tighter,â heâs whispering, and the words itch that toxic, fucked part of your brain, the mix of craving Satoru and the petty part of you that hates her. He can tell too, smirking. âWetter than her. Feel better, fuck than anyone.â
âShut up, so full of - ah!â Heâs fucking you now, you got that moment to adjust, bruising your lower back when he fucks you against that door with no mercy, thick cock bullying your quivering little walls with filthy smacks of skin and your squishing cunt. âOh my g-god!â
âIâm telling the t-truth you⊠bratty little fucking⊠god sheâs so tight, mnhâŠâ Satoruâs lost then, hips bucking up and rolling just so, and he watches your pretty face hungrily. âCum fâme, all over me, make a mess.â
âAh!â Youâre gushing, just making the sounds in the enormous penthouse youâve barely noticed louder, mixed with his moans as he fills you up so good, when he pushes deep and rolls those hips, watching you intensely as you cum, his eyes so brilliant blue and fucking starved for you. âOhmygod fuckfuckfuck!â
âThatâs it, fucking you dumb, huh,â heâs groaning, feeling your slick coat him, your mouth in a slutty O when he looks back up, feeling your aftershocks pulse around his cock. âGod, baby, you came so hard fâme, bet you never have.â
âB-bet you never⊠felt pussy this good,â your bratty little whisper makes him smirk, slamming into you and pulling you off the door, youâre clinging to him in shock without the support, but heâs lifting you up and down his thick, lengthy cock like youâre a little fuck toy. âNgh!â
âYou mean better than your momâs?â You scowl, gripping him tighter with your thighs as he just walks around with your fucking cunt around him, smirking as he lifts and drags you back on his cock again. Youâre clinging to his back, nails pressing in and leaving marks.
âPsycho, mmm!â
âSays you, need to know if your pussy is tighter? I already told you, but no, gotta know every part thatâs better? Youâre so fucked up baby.â You glare, biting the shit out of his lip and earning his moan, as you draw just a little bit of blood, a bright red droplet that makes him grin.
âMaybe I am fucked up.â Your answer makes him chuckle, picking you up again, fucking you suspended in the air as you cling to him, whining. âFeel sâgood, so thick mmm!â
âAm I the biggest youâve had? The best?â Heâs whispering, husky and needy now, you could bluff and taunt him, but you just nod eagerly, and he exhales, pulling out with a wet squelch, making you whine. âHang on to me.â
You do just that, heart racing while Satoru carries you now, and your dark spots fade for a moment, long enough to get glimpses of his gorgeous, expensive ass fucking penthouse, making your momâs place look like shit when you thought hers was fancy. Everything is spotless, surprising you only briefly when he makes it to his bedroom, tossing you right down on it.
You bounce gently on a black silky comforter, taking several breaths, looking around then glaring. âShe fuck you on here?â
He grins at you, nodding and unzipping your skirt, groaning as he sees your hips for the first time. âFuck youâre sexy,â he caresses you softly for a moment, fingertips drifting down the jut of your waist, the curve of those hips, before grabbing them, looking at your cunt. âAll beat up already, huh?â
âShut it, back in.â He grins, fingering your knee socks and sighing.
âTheyâre too hot, they stay on.â His open admiration of you makes you feel so fucking good, the way his eyes worship you, leaning low and kissing you again. âSo fucking sexy, yâknow that?â
âMnh, s-so are you. But you know already, conceited- ah!â Satoruâs cut you off with a bite to your lower lip, sexy glare on his face now.
âCouldnât even walk around her house without getting wet for me, could you?â Your glare just turns him on more, while he bends down, sucking your nipple into his hot mouth as you cry out, his teeth sinking in.
âAh!â He moans, going right to the other. âY-you wish.â
âBet you played with your cunt, maybe right next to your momâs room huh?â You bite his shoulder so hard it makes him moan at the pain. âShit.â
âShut it. You wish I did, bet you jerked it thinking of me? Your girlâs daughter, freaky ass-â Heâs bit you again on your other nipple, the pain shooting up and making your sore cunt wetter.
âI did,â you blink, so disoriented, eyes now looking up to his in shock. âYeah, I did, thinking of that slutty dress you wore that night.â
âShit⊠really?â He sighs, and before you can say anything else, Satoru turns you around now, bending your ass up in the air, moaning at the sight, the dimples in your back, the way your ass looks, he moans and slaps each cheek, as you whine out, head falling back.
âGod, look at this ass, fuckâŠâ
âPrettier from the back than mommy is?â He scowls as you look back and giggle, smacking the fuck out of your ass now. âAh!â
âYouâre so damaged,â he smacks your cunt, youâre just drooling now, eyes rolling back, so ready to be filled by him. âAlready told you, prettier pussy, yummier, tighter - gotta hear how much better your ass is too?â
âMmm! Was teasing,â you whisper, when he slips his cock back inside you, this time so deep he bottoms out in one stroke, you scream out at it, hair now in his hold as he fucks into you. âGojo!â
âYouâre so damaged baby girl, god itâs hotter than it should be,â heâs losing it inside you then, your wet, slick little cunt gripping him even tighter, balls smacking your clit with every brutal stroke, as his other hand grips your ass, marking it over and over. âFeel so much better.â
âYeah, daddy? Ah!â Satoruâs smacked the fuck out of you again, it stings so good as he slams his cock deep, tip drooling along your cervix. âOh my god!â
âStop running that mouth,â he leans over, gripping your throat with one hand, long fingers wrapping it entirely, bent over you with a arm braced on the other side, as his cock is stretching you, feeling so fucking perfect even as it hurts, how big his cock is. âYouâre so fucking slutty, huh?â
You nod weakly, as he starts squeezing your throat now, making it all fuzzy and heady, youâre gasping for a breath as he presses on your pulse point, cock pounding you from the back, youâre gasping for breaths as filthy smacks fill his huge room. âOh, Gojo!â
âSatoru, call me SatoruâŠâ heâs whispering desperately, needing it from you, and you feel his cock thickening inside your slutty, drooling hole.
âSatoru, ah!â Youâre lost as he chokes you while fucking so deep, rolling his hips, making you shatter for him, walls quivering around his cock, trying to milk him for everything he has. âSatoru!â
âWanna fill your pretty little cunt with all my cum,â he whispers, squeezing harder as he hits just that spot, and you feel the pressure in your tummy explode, screaming out as the orgasm hits. âOh god baby, yes, cum again fâme hmm?â
You canât not do just what he asks, blinded as he saps your oxygen with his fingers tightening over your throat, youâre fuzzy and dizzy as you scream, the sound hoarse and weak. Heâs moaning and kissing you, drool spilling out the corner of your mouth, releasing your throat a bit and just gripping under your chin now. Youâre shaking, cunt so wet itâs dripping onto the dark blankets.
âS-SatoruâŠâ you whisper again, making him whine when your head falls back, heâs biting across your neck, groaning. âFeel sâgood in meâŠâ
âYou feel sâgood wrapped around me, f-fuckâŠâ the phone goes off again, in the pants discarded on the floor, and he smirks as he bends down, grabbing it.
âWhat are youâŠâ Satoru presses that green answer circle, before sliding back in your cunt, psycho grin and dilated blue eyes vivid as you hear her voice. You look at him, covering your mouth as you hear her voice, but he leans down, whispering in your ear.
âMake noise.â You shake your head - you canât be that fucked up!?
Can you?
âSatoru please, just come back. Iâm sorry.â Sheâs sobbing, her sweet little meal ticket is gone after all, heâs slamming his cock deep in you as you scream into your palm, making him laugh a bit.
âSorry, Iâm not⊠coming⊠back that is, hah-â heâs hitting those backshots harder, the filthy sound of your cunt echoing, your eyes roll back, drool spilling on your palm now as you hear her voice in the background.
âSheâs manipulating you!? She wants what I have. Satoru- whatâs that!?â He chuckles, bottoming out and stuffing you so full your hand falls and you scream out.
âThatâs your daughter, god sheâs so much tighter than you.â You gasp and glare back at him, only making him hit it harder, until thereâs no denying the filthy sounds.
âOh you are⊠you both⊠youâre a whore I swear-â
âAh!â Satoruâs rubbing your clit, murmuring in your ear.
âCum fâme again, hmm?â
âYouâre insane!?â He grins, and you shake your head, but soon youâre shattering again, earning his moan.
âSo, I need to go, gotta get your daughter pregnant.â You gasp again, mid orgasm, as your mother sputters and he hangs up on her, chuckling.
âY-you⊠sheâs⊠Satoru!â
âShe wonât call again now I bet,â heâs leaning low until youâre in prone position, turning your face and kissing your soft lips. âI wanna fill you all up, baby, hmm?â
âDo you, daddy?â He glares, but his cock pulses, and you giggle, breathless, earning him shoving hard, pulling at your hair. âYou like that.â
âShut it,â heâs moaning as you tighten around him, aftershocks pulsing, as he pictures doing just that, knocking you up. âBeg for it, slutty little brat.â
âPlease, daddy,â he whimpers at that, and you bite your lip. âYouâre damaged too, huh?â
âNot as damaged as you,â heâs huffing, kissing you as you laugh. âYou can laugh? Need to fix that.â
âGonna teach me a lesson daddy- ah!â Satoru Gojo is so deep you feel him fucking everywhere, making you tremble, as heâs throbbing inside you. âYou like it!â
âShh. Yes.â Your breathy giggle is cut off when he chokes you again, so intimate like this, teeth sinking in your neck now. âBeg for it.â
âDaddy please fill me up - mnh!â Youâre both lost then, Satoru wonât admit it but hearing you call him that makes him sensitive, whimpering as he busts deep inside your perfect little hole, your gummy walls grip his cock and pulse around it, while his white sticky load coats them. âOh my g-god!â
âFuck, feel her⊠milking my cock huh?â You just nod weakly, when he cups you under your chin, kissing you messy and desperate, youâre cumming from the warmth, from all that cum pouring down his cock, mixed with your gossamer strings of arousal swirling down his cock, his balls, to the bed.
âMnh, SatoruâŠâ Heâs kissing you deeper, teeth sinking into your lips as you both come down, easing his strokes and softening just a bit, still so thick inside you, making you feel so full.
âYouâre so fucked up, baby.â You gasp, glaring now as he eases out. âItâs okay, all your issues? Hot as fuck.â
âYouâve got your own issues then, hmm?â He smirks, pressing kisses along your shoulder blades now.
âToo many to count. Not the only one with shitty parents, sweetheart.â Satoru turns you over now, and you brush a hand across his cheek, sighing.
âThen tell me them all, daddy.â He scowls again, and you canât stop the grin on your face, Satoru lets you get away with it a bit, because itâs just so pretty to see on your face.
âCanât tell if you have mommy or daddy issues or both?â
âMommy issues. You can give me daddy issues though.â His glare is so cute you canât stop the soft smile on your lips, as you lean up, body reeling from him.
âShould beat you, I swear. Iâll grab water.â You nod, and he leaves for a moment, you lean up, his cum leaking out of you, you search for any part that feels just a little guilty for fucking and stealing your momâs man.
But itâs not there.
You see a picture of them on the side table then, sitting up and frowning a bit as he comes back, boxers slipped on, a blunt and lighter along with water. âWanna smoke, sweetheart?â
âYouâre corrupting me, step dad.â
âI swear to god stop.â You grin again, as he sits next to you, frowning as you study the photo. âThrow it out.â
âNoâŠâ you take his lighter and light the flame, burning the image of your mother and letting it die out in the ashtray, before handing the lighter back to him. âI burned all my sashes and dresses too.â
âPart of me wants to see you in a pageant dress, but the other part knows how much you hated it.â He says softly, watching the picture burn and lighting up a blunt now. âIâd fuck you in a sash and tiara though, nothing else.â
âWould you now?â You tease, he nods, inhaling the smoke, and handing the blunt to you, his perfect body covered in dripping sweat from you. âI may have one I didnât get rid of.â
âShit, donât make it hard again.â Youâre straddling him, inhaling the blunt and blowing the smoke into his mouth, heâs gripping your waist, already hard under his boxers, as you two fall into each other, each finding the otherâs issues unreasonably hot, both damaged as fuck and honestly morally grey - but you really donât mind fucking your momâs ex boyfriend all night until youâre dripping his cum.
Your mom never does call you again - what a shame :â)Â
Sooo the pageant mom idea was fromm @huntyhuntycunty , also took inspo from them having met before from @yenayaps ! alsoo ty @blkkizzat for making me motivated to finally finish this hehe I love you girls <3
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halfway home
megumi x reader, college!au, no curses!au, roommates to friends to lovers, aged up, drinking, reader is described as small/smaller than megumi (i also imagine him taller here, since heâs olderâlike 6â1/6â2), mentions of family trauma, smut, size kink if you squint, hair pulling kink (megumi), unprotected piv, oral (f receiving), use of pet names, tattooed!megumi, pierced!megumiâhe has a dick piercing (amongst others), dirty talking, aftercare, not beta'd
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The apartment wasnât perfect. It was a third-floor walk-up in an aging building that creaked in winter and trapped heat in summer, the kind of place where the shower knobs had to be turned just right or they screamed like a dying kettle. But the rent was doable, the location close to campus, and it had a living room with enough space for a couch and a secondhand TV. In Tokyo? That was gold.
You didnât meet Megumi Fushiguro until move-in day.
He was leaning in the doorway of his bedroomâtall, lean, arms crossed over a plain black hoodie, quiet and unreadable as he watched you struggle with your suitcase. His hair was spiked in a wild way, eyes dark and watchful.Â
Piercings caught the soft hallway light: one on his lip, another through his nostril, and a small silver barbell through the arch of his brow. The glint was striking against his otherwise quiet demeanor. He didnât say much, but his presence was loud. Subtle tattoos peeked out from the cuffs of his sleeves: dark ink winding down his forearms, curling all the way up to his wrists, geometric and elegant and sharp like him.
You thought, he looks like he broods for fun.
"You're Y/N?" he asked. His voice was low, calm. Like someone used to listening more than speaking.
You adjusted your backpack and offered a small smile trying not to sound winded from dragging your suitcase up three flights. âThatâs me. You must be Megumi.â
His nod was a half-inhale of air, barely perceptible.
âOr can I call you Megs?â
That got a reactionâbarely. The tiniest twitch of one brow, a flicker of something behind his eyes. Not annoyed, exactly. Just surprised. He looked at you a moment longer, then said, âYou can try.â
Thenâbarely, but thereâit was: the corner of his lip twitched, a breath of a smirk.
That was how it began.
â
Megumi wasnât what you expected in a roommate.
You figured youâd be living with someone a little messy, maybe overly talkative, maybe glued to their desk and headphones. Instead, you got himâquiet, precise, hard to read but oddly present. He moved through the space like he didnât want to disturb it, always barefoot, always hoodie-clad, always with a subtle awareness of his surroundings.
He didnât offer much at firstâjust glances, half-smiles, low murmurs when you crossed paths. But the silences werenât uncomfortable. He was the kind of quiet that filled a room without trying. The kind that noticed. If you left dishes in the sink, they were washed and drying the next day. He also never said anything when you forgot to take your laundry outâbut you always found your things quietly moved, never scolded, just handled.
When you fell asleep on the couch during finals week, you woke up with a blanket over your legs. He kept to himself, but you never felt like he was avoiding you. If anything, it felt like he was learning youâquietly, carefully.
You didnât see much of his bodyâhe lived in layers, in oversized hoodies and dark clothesâbut sometimes youâd catch flashes. Ink just barely peeking from the cuff of his sleeve when he reached up to grab something from a cabinet. A whisper of a tattoo above his collarbone when he leaned forward over the sink, hair damp from a late shower.Â
He never mentioned them. You never asked.
The only reason you knew the extent of them was because you saw it one day by accident, when he walked out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his hips after a past midnight shower at the same time you were on your way back to your room from the kitchen, glass of water in hand. His chest and back were covered in ink, intricate and striking, with one long line of script that curved over his ribs. It was all you were able to glimpse in the dark.
There was an unspoken rhythm to your cohabitation. You werenât friends, not yet, but something about him made it feel like you could be. He listened. He looked at you like he was actually seeing youânot scanning or assessing, but seeing. The kind of quiet that doesnât demand attention, but makes you want to give it anyway.
Shared coffee in the morning. Brief conversations in the hallway. Laughs here and there when you teased him about how his hair looked post-shower. You started calling him Megs more often, just to see that subtle eye roll he gave you.
Over time, it became normal.
One night, you got home late, exhausted, and found him sitting on the couch, long legs stretched out, scrolling on his phone. You plopped down next to him with a groan, your arm brushing his.
"You good?" he asked without looking up.
"Dead. But alive."
"That makes no sense."
You cracked a smile. âNeither does living with a guy who only wears black and never makes noise. You're like a ghost.â
That got him. He let out a quiet laughâjust a breath, but it made your heart stutter.
Then there was the night you couldnât sleep.
It was past one in the morning when it happened.
Youâd been tossing in bed for nearly an hour, mind buzzing with thoughts you couldnât pin down. Too much homework, too little rest, the vague sense of loneliness that clung to the early hours of the morning. So you gave in, padded into the kitchen in your oversized sleep shirt and socks, and went for a glass of water.
The light was already on.
Megumi sat at the kitchen table, a mug in one hand, the other resting against his temple as he stared down at a notebook filled with scribbled notes and highlighted lines. His black hair was tousled, softer without product, and his hoodie was nowhere in sightâjust a dark tank top that revealed the sweep of tattoos down both arms, inked patterns wrapping like smoke and feathers from shoulder to wrist.
You froze for half a second.
Not because of the tattoosâthough they were undeniably beautifulâbut because this was the most open heâd looked since you moved in. Bare. Human.
He glanced up when he heard you.
âCouldnât sleep?â he asked, voice quieter than usual.
You shook your head and crossed the kitchen to grab a glass. âBrainâs too loud.â
He hummed in agreement, a small sound deep in his throat. âYeah. I get that.â That was the most personal thing heâd ever said to you.
You hesitated, then slid into the seat across from him, curling your fingers around your glass. He didnât seem surprised. If anything, he looked like he expected it.
âWhatâre you studying?â you asked, tilting your head toward his notes.
He hesitated, then pushed them a little closer so you could read. âSocial psychology. Itâs a gen ed, but⊠not terrible.â
You smiled faintly. âIt suits you.â
He quirked a brow.
âYouâre always observing. Like some quiet, mysterious people-watcher.â
One corner of his lips twitchedâthe one with the silver ring. âYou think Iâm mysterious?â
âI think you like people more than you admit,â you said, surprising even yourself. âYou just donât trust them easily.â
His eyes flicked up to yours, and for a moment, something passed between youâsoft, fleeting. A current you didnât know how to name yet.
He leaned back in his chair, letting the silence stretch.
âYouâre⊠different,â he said finally. âNot in a bad way.â
âThanks?â you laughed, a little unsure.
âYou donât hide. Most people do.â
The honesty in his voice made you look away, a strange warmth blooming in your chest. You took a slow sip of water, then whispered, âI try not to. Hiding never really helped me.â
His gaze lingered on youâcurious, almost gentle.
âI notice that about you,â he murmured. âItâs rare.â
You didnât say anything after that. You didnât need to. The silence between you wasnât uncomfortable. It was something elseâsomething easy.
You sat there for a while, just drinking water and listening to the hum of the fridge, Megumiâs notes open between you, the scent of his tea filling the kitchen. You were tired, but you didnât want to go back to bed just yet.
It felt like a beginning.
Not of something explosive or sudden.
But of something quiet and steady, like a new current under the surface.
Something you both felt, even if you didnât have the words for it yet.
After that night in the kitchen, things shiftedâjust a little. Nothing obvious, nothing anyone else would have picked up on. But you felt it.
He started leaving the kitchen light on when he stayed up late, like he expected you to wander in again.
And you did.
Some nights, you found him reading or scribbling in a worn journal with ink stains on his fingers. Other nights, he was doing absolutely nothingâjust sitting in the dark, hoodie draped over the back of the chair, tattoos visible in the low light, the ring on his lip catching the glow from the streetlamp outside.
He didnât say much. Neither did you. But he made space for you in the quiet.
You learned things about him in fragments.
That he liked his coffee bitter, almost punishingly so.
That he hated loud music but loved the sound of thunderstorms.
That he had an older sister he didnât talk about muchâbut when he did, his voice changed. Softer. Guarded.
That the tattoo over his ribs was a quote from a book he read at sixteen, one that stuck with him even when everything else didnât.
He wasnât easy to get close to, but he wasnât cold either. Just careful. Like someone whoâd had to build his own walls brick by brick, and wasnât sure what would happen if they came down.
But with you, cracks started to show.
It began in the small, almost invisible ways.
Like when he made too much miso soup and slid a bowl toward you without a word.
Or when you were late for class and likely to leave without eating breakfast, only to find a neatly wrapped sandwich waiting for you next to your bag. No notes, just the sandwich.
Or when you were curled up on the couch after a long day, and he sat beside you, close enough that your shoulders touched. He didnât pull away. Neither did you.
One evening, you passed by his door and heard musicâsomething low and melancholy, plucked guitar strings and a haunting voice.
You stood there for a second, listening.
He opened the door before you could knock.
âDidnât mean to eavesdrop,â you said softly, already backing up.
He didnât look annoyed. Just blinked slowly. âYou can come in.â
His room was⊠him. Sparse but warm. Textbooks stacked on the desk, a small record player in the corner, a half-finished charcoal sketch on the wall above his bedâblack lines trailing the shape of a figure, mid-movement. You recognized the patterns in the drawing: the same ones inked into his arms and back.
âYou drew that?â
He nodded. âItâs⊠old. I havenât had time to finish it.â
âItâs beautiful,â you said, without thinking.
He didnât respond right away. Just looked at you. Really looked at you. Like he was searching for something under your skin.
âYou ever let anyone in like this?â you asked, gently.
His voice was quiet. âNot really.â
And that was it. Not a confession, not a declaration. Just a truth, placed in your hands like something breakable.
â
You started studying together sometimes, though neither of you ever officially suggested it.
Megumi would pull up a chair beside you at the dining table, flipping through his textbooks, his hoodie sleeves pushed up past his elbows. You sat cross-legged beside him, highlighting too much and chewing pens, your laptop blinking lazily between tabs.
Once, during midterms, you passed out right there at the table.
You woke up under a blanket, your notes stacked neatly beside you, and an unopened bottle of water set where your head had been. His handwriting was on a sticky note.
You drooled on your chem notes. I didnât judge. â M
You kept the note.
â
Sometimes, you wondered how he saw you.
You were short next to him, almost comically so, your frame curvy yet small, half-drowning in the hoodies you stole from where he forgot them in the kitchen. You were louder, more expressive, andâletâs be honestâmore chaotic. Your side of the living room was a mess of throw blankets and mismatched socks, while his was neatly kept, symmetrical.
But he didnât seem to mind your presence. If anything, he gravitated toward it.
He started lingering in the living room longer when you were there.
Started offering to pick up food when you were too tired to cook.
Started asking quiet things like, âDid you eat today?â or âYou okay?â with a kind of earnestness that made your heart ache.
One rainy Saturday, you both ended up on the couch watching a movie neither of you cared about. The storm rolled outside, wind howling against the glass. You were wrapped in a thick blanket, tucked into the corner of the couch, and Megumi was stretched out beside you, socked feet barely touching yours under the covers.
You didnât talk much. Just sat in the hush between thunderclaps, the kind of silence that felt like trust.
At one point, you felt him shift.
Thenâhesitantlyâhe let his head rest against the back of the couch, tilted slightly in your direction.
Not on your shoulder. Not quite.
But close.
Close enough that you felt his warmth, his calm, his quiet hum of presence.
You didnât move.
Didnât breathe too loud.
And in that moment, something inside you softened.
Not because it was romantic. Not yet.
But because it was safe.
Because it was him.
â
You started noticing it in the quiet.
How his presence changed the shape of your space. How the silence that used to make your apartment feel cold now felt alive when he was thereâlike the two of you were filling it together, without ever needing to speak.
Heâd begun doing this thing.
When he walked past the couch and you were there, curled up reading or scrolling on your phone, heâd rest his hand lightly on the back of it. Not for long. Just a second, fingers ghosting over the fabric. It was casualâalmost thoughtlessâbut you felt it every time. The warmth of him. The comfort.
And when he sat down next to you now, he sat close. Shoulder to shoulder. Knee to thigh. He never said anything about it, and neither did you. It was just⊠natural.
But you both knew it hadnât always been like that.
One afternoon, you came home to find him asleep on the couch, textbooks open on his chest, one arm draped across his face. You hesitated for a secondâthen walked over quietly, knelt beside him, and gently closed his book.
He didnât wake. Just murmured something half-dreamed and rolled onto his side.
You noticed it again then, half-exposed under the hem of his shirt.
The ink that covered his ribs.
You didnât stare, but you couldnât look away either. You wanted to know what it said. Why he chose it. What it meant to him.
You wanted to ask. Not because you were curious.
Because you were starting to care.
â
You cooked together more often now.
At first it was practicalâsplitting groceries, saving timeâbut it became something else. A soft ritual. A kind of choreography you both eased into without thinking. Youâd play music low from your phone, swaying around each other in the kitchen like two orbiting stars, never colliding, always just close enough. He always took over the knife workâhis movements clean and practicedâwhile you handled seasoning and taste testing. You started wearing one of his hoodies half the timeâbecause you were always cold, and he never seemed to mind.
One night, you were bakingâwell, trying toâand you accidentally knocked over the bag of flour. A whole puff of white exploded into the air and rained down across the counter like a soft, slow-motion snowstorm.
âShit,â you gasped, hands halfway out like that could somehow stop it.
Megumi blinked at the mess, then at you, brushing his fingers across his now powdery hoodie. âSeriously?â
âIâll clean it up, I swearââ
Before you could move, he reached down, scooped a small handful of flour, and gently patted it to the side of your cheek.
You froze. âMegs.â
He tilted his head. âYouâre in the splash zone.â
âThatâs not a thingâ!â
But you were already laughing, lobbing a pinch of flour toward him. It hit his hoodie and left a ghost-white smudge. His mouth curled into a smirkâcrooked and rare.
âYouâre gonna regret that.â
âI regret nothing.â
Soon, flour was everywhere. On the counter. On yourâhisâsweatshirt. In your hair, even smeared across your cheekbones. He had it streaked across one of his eyebrows and down the side of his neck. You both leaned over the counter, breathless and trying to catch your breath, cheeks flushed from laughter.
âKitchenâs a crime scene,â he muttered, surveying the mess.
âAll your fault,â you shot back, grinning. âYou look like a failed pastry,â you wheezed, looking him up and down.
He gave you one of those rare, unguarded smilesâthe kind that curved more on one side than the other and softened the hard edges of his face. âAnd you look like you lost a fight with a Pillsbury can,â he shot back, brushing a bit of powder from your temple.
His fingers lingered for a second. Not long.
But long enough.
You looked at him. And in that beat, something softened. The kitchen was dim. The apartment quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the wind tapping at the window. His face was so close.
Still amused, still light-heartedâbut there was a shift underneath.
He broke the quiet first.
âI used to hate shared spaces,â he said, voice low.
âWhy?â
He hesitated. âEverything felt temporary. Like I was just⊠passing through.â
You leaned a little on the counter, matching his softness but your chest tightened. âI get that.â
He glanced at you. âNot just physical spaces. People too.â
That hit somewhere deep. You knew the feeling.
âLike you never really belonged to any of it,â you murmured. âNot fully.â
He gave the smallest nod.
And then, after a long pause his gaze flicked to yours. âBut thisââ he gestured vaguely to the kitchen, the chaos, you ââdoesnât feel like Iâm passing through.â
You watched him, heart suddenly loud in your chest.
There was a pause.
Thenâhis voice, softer than everââIâm not sure if this is home,â he said. âBut itâs⊠closer than Iâve ever been. Maybe⊠halfway there.â
Your breath caught. Your voice was barely a whisper when you said, âHalfway home.â
He looked at you thenâreally looked. Not surprised. Just steady.
Like heâd been thinking it too.
And he nodded.
Like that meant something.
Like you meant something.
â
Later that week, it happened.
The kind of night where it all cracked open.
Youâd gotten into it with your mom again. One of those calls where every word felt like a scratch. The kind where the conversation starts with âHow are you?â and ends with you curled up at the kitchen table, staring at your untouched tea.
You werenât crying.
But your eyes were glassy and your hands were trembling, and that was worse somehow.
You didnât hear him come in. Just felt his presence. He said your name softly.
You looked up, trying to laugh it off. âItâs stupid.â
He crouched beside you. âItâs not.â
And just like that, something inside you cracked.
He didnât ask for details. Didnât push. He just opened his arms, and you leaned into him like it was instinct.
He held you for a long time. One hand on your back, the other cupping the back of your head, slow and grounding. You could feel the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his chest. The low hum in his throat when he murmured, âIâve got you.â
And you believed it.
Not because he said it like a promise.
But because he said it like a fact.
And that was what scared you most.
Because maybe youâd never had that before.
Maybe this wasnât home yet.
But god, it felt like the map.
â
The shift came quietly.
Like a door slowly swinging open, not creaking. Like the breath before a kissânot the kiss itself. You couldnât name the moment it happened, but suddenly, everything meant more.
Every glance. Every brush of fingers. Every silence.
He started standing closer. His hand would rest on your lower back as he passed behind you. When you handed him something, your fingers would touch, and neither of you would pull away right away.
Not anymore.
One night, he walked in while you were on the couch reading, legs tucked under you in a pair of old gym shorts and one of his hoodies. You didnât realize youâd stolen that one, too. It still smelled faintly like himâlike cedar and fresh laundry and something you couldnât name but always noticed.
His eyes landed on you, lingering just a beat too long.
âYouâre always stealing my clothes,â he said.
You shrugged, not looking up from your book. âYouâre always leaving them on the kitchen chair. Finders keepers.â
A pause. Then: âThat oneâs my favorite.â
You looked up. âYeah?â
He scratched at his eyebrow ring, like he hadnât meant to say it out loud. âItâs the softest.âÂ
You held his gaze a moment longer than you should have. âIâll give it back.â
His voice was low. âI didnât say I wanted it back.â
Something buzzed under your skin.
You looked down at the page and didnât read a single word.
But you didnât give back the hoodie either.
â
The next time you were both home on a rainy Saturday, you found yourselves in the same place againâdoing nothing. Not even pretending to be productive. Just existing, in parallel, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You were sitting on the floor against the couch with your laptop, browsing through Pinterest, earbuds in. He was stretched out on the cushions behind you, hood up, sketchbook balanced on his stomach.
He did that sometimesâdrew when he thought you werenât looking. He never let you see the pages, but youâd catch glimpses of bold ink lines and intricate forms. Once, when he fell asleep with the book open, you saw the edge of a figure. Shoulders. The curve of a hip. The shape of someone sleeping, maybe.
Youâd wanted to ask if it was you.
You didnât.
But the idea stayed in your chest like a warm stone.
Youâd both been quieter that day. Not uncomfortableâjust still. The kind of still that sinks into your bones. You didnât realize how much time had passed until your stomach growled, embarrassingly loud.
Megumi looked up from his sketchbook. âWas that you?â
You groaned, stretching your arms. âI think Iâm dying. Feed me or Iâll haunt this apartment forever.â
He closed the book and stood. âCursed with your ghost sounds about right.â
You stuck your tongue out at him. âYouâd miss me.â
He looked at you like he wanted to say somethingâbut didnât. Instead, he held out a hand.
You blinked at it.
âCome on,â he said. âIâll cook.â
He made ramen.
Not the instant kind. Actual noodles in a pot, soft-boiled egg, scallions, seasoned broth. The whole thing. He didnât talk much while he cookedâhe rarely didâbut you liked watching him. His hands were precise. His movements efficient. He tasted the broth with a spoon, made a face, added more chili oil.
You leaned back against the counter, arms folded, watching steam rise from the pot.
âYouâve done this before,â you said.
He nodded. âMy sister taught me.â He stirred the broth slowly. âShe liked her ramen so spicy itâd make your eyes water.â
You smiled a little at that. âIs that what youâre going for?â
âKind of a tribute.â He glanced over at you. âHavenât made it like this in a while.â
He said it like he wasnât sure if that was a good thing or a bad one.
He stirred a bit more, then lowered the heat. âI used to make it like this for her when she had rough days. Just⊠figured Iâd try it again.â
There was something careful in the way he said it. Like the memory was fragile, even now.
You hesitated. âAre you two close?â
A pause.
âWe were,â he said. âSheâs⊠not around much anymore.â
You nodded, not pushing. The air between you had settled, softened.
When you sat down at the table and he handed you the bowl, it was with quieter hands.
âYouâre a domestic goddess, Megs,â you said, voice lighter.
He smirked. âEat before I take it back.â
Halfway through the bowl, you found yourself glancing at him again. The curve of his brow, the line of his jaw. Something soft had gathered behind his eyes since that moment by the stove.
And maybe it was the warmth of the soup, or the weight of the story he hadnât toldâbut you braved the question.
âDo youâŠâ You paused, lowering your spoon.
His chopsticks stilled in the bowl.
You hesitated. âDo you miss it? Home?â
He didnât answer right away.
You added quickly, âSorry, that wasâkind of personal. You donât have toââ
âItâs okay,â he said. Then: âNot really.â
You nodded, gently. Let him go on.
âNever felt like a real place to miss,â he said, quietly. âJust somewhere I waited to grow out of.â
Your chest ached at that. You both chewed in silence for a few moments.
âI think thatâs why I like it here,â he added, softer now. âNot just this place.â he clarified.
He looked at you.
âThe way you let me take up space. Without asking.â
Your breath caught.
You wanted to say something. Me too. Or You do the same for me. Or I notice every time you leave a hoodie on the chair just so Iâll steal it.
But you didnât say anything.
Instead, you reached for your drink. Your hand brushed his on the table.
And this time, neither of you moved.
â
It was later that nightâcloser to midnightâwhen you caught each other in the hallway. Both of you on the way to the kitchen. You paused at the same time, facing each other across the short stretch of hardwood.
He looked⊠soft. Sleepy. His hoodie had slipped halfway off one shoulder, revealing the edge of a tattoo, curling down from his collarbone. You couldnât see the whole thing, but it was intricate. Sharp lines and dark shading, disappearing beneath the fabric.
You tilted your head. âWhatâs that one?â
He glanced down at where your eyes had landed, then shrugged the hoodie back into place. âJust something I drew once. Got it done last year.â
âYou draw your own ink?â
He nodded.
You stepped closer. âCan I see?â
He hesitated, eyes catching yours.
Then, slowly, he pulled the hoodie down again, off his shoulder this time.
The tattoo started on his chest and curled up across his collarbone, snaking toward his shoulder. Sharp black lines softened with curvesâsome kind of wolf motif, maybeâbut abstract, not literal.
You lifted a hand before you even thought about it. âCan IâŠ?â
He nodded.
You ran your fingers lightly along the ink, careful not to press too hard. His skin was warm. The tattoo was beautiful. Intimate in a way that made your breath go shallow.
You didnât say anything.
Neither did he.
But something changed in that silence.
You felt it in the air. Thick. Tense. Waiting.
He caught your wrist gently, not to stop youâjust to hold it. His thumb brushed your pulse point.
You looked up.
And he looked down.
And for the first time, neither of you looked away.
â
It was Friday night. Cold, damp, and strangely quiet. The kind of night where campus emptied out and everyone either went home or drank their way through the ache of the week.
You didnât feel like going anywhere. Megumi hadnât planned to either.
So you both stayed in.
It started, like most of your nights lately, in the kitchen.
He was standing at the stove, stirring something with minimal enthusiasmâa boxed mac and cheese situation that smelled better than it probably shouldâve. He had the hood of his dark sweatshirt pulled down, sleeves shoved halfway to his elbows, exposing the black ink winding up one arm. You still hadnât seen all of it, just pieces. An arrow across his bicep, a wolfâs skull peeking out above his elbow. Sharp lines and precise shading. It suited him.
He caught you looking. Didnât say anythingâjust arched one brow.
You rolled your eyes and reached for the fridge. âDonât flatter yourself, Megs.â
âI didnât say anything.â
âYour face said it.â
âI was born with this face,â he said, deadpan.
âTragic.â
He snorted.
It started with the wine.
You found it in the back of the fridge on a night that didnât seem to want anything except quietâbehind some sad lettuce and an expired packet of tofu. Plum wine, half-forgotten since the start of the semester and slightly sticky at the neck.Â
You held up the bottle like it was a prize. âLook what I found.â
The cork crumbled a little when you opened it, which made Megumi raise an eyebrow. His piercing catching the light.Â
He squinted at it. âThatâs definitely off.â
âItâs wine, Megs. It doesnât go off.â
âThatâs not how chemistry works.â
âI donât see mold.â You shrugged, pouring it into two mismatched mugs. âThen weâre good.â
He accepted his cup with only a small shake of his head that said if we die, itâs your fault and leaned against the opposite counter. Hoodie sleeves still shoved to his elbows, collar stretched a little too wide. You could see the black edge of a tattoo on his chest where the fabric fell just off-center. Just a glimpseâno more than thatâbut you couldnât help looking.
It wouldn't be the first time.
The ink curled like smoke over his collarbone, disappearing down where you didnât dare let your thoughts follow.
He caught your eyes and didnât look away.
You took a too-fast sip of wine.
Dinner was low-effort comfort. The kind of meal you made when the day had taken too much out of you to pretend to care. You ate side by side at the little kitchen table, laughing over half-drunken stories you probably wouldnât have shared otherwise, bare feet brushing accidentally (and then not-so-accidentally) under the bench. The hum of the overhead light filled the silence between conversation. Soft things. Easy. Familiar. It had started to feel like that a lot lately.
After the food was gone and the bottle was mostly empty, you lingered with your chins propped on your hands across the table from each other, your legs stretched lazily under his.
âSo,â he said, voice low, âwhatâs your terrible movie pick tonight?â
âBold of you to assume Iâm the one with bad taste.â
âYou think The Mummy is high art.â
âIt is.â
âI rest my case.â
By the time the bottle was gone, you were both buzzed.
Lightheaded. Warm.
But not enough.
âHey,â you said, nudging him with your socked foot under the table. âLetâs go to Lawson.â
He didnât look up from his phone. âNo.â
âCome on. We need beer. Or chu-hi. Or⊠whatever looks the worst.â
âWe have classes Monday.âÂ
âItâs Friday.âÂ
âAnd itâs raining.â
You tilted your head at him with exaggerated innocence. âAre you scared of getting wet?â
He gave you a flat look.
You kept going. âYou, a grown man, covered in tattoos, pierced like a delinquent, scared of a drizzle?â
He sighed. âYouâre annoying.â
âYou love it.â
Another long pause.
Then, deadpan: âGet your shoes.â
â
You came back with two bags.
You bought cans based solely on the labelsâone with a polar bear in a Hawaiian shirt, one bright pink with hearts, and one that claimed to taste like salted plum and regret.
Megumi made fun of your choices the entire walk home.
He carried both bags anyway.
You were already laughing as you pushed yourself up the stairs and into to your shared apartment, padding barefoot toward the living room. The rain had turned your hair damp, your sleeves cold at the cuffs. You both peeled off the soggy layers and he followed you suit behind, hoodie left behind on the chair. His t-shirt clung to his chest in a way that made it difficult not to stare. The fabric stretched slightly around his arms, where more tattoos snaked up from the elbow, curling in black ink over pale skin.
After dumping everything onto the coffee table, you put on a hoodie that was draped over the armrestâhis favorite oneâand collapsed onto the couch with a blanket, letting it drape over both of you. He sat closeâcloser than necessary, and yet you didnât move away.
He smelled like clean cotton and soap and something warmer beneath. Maybe the wine. Maybe just him.
The first can was awful.
So was the second.
By the third, you were both half-laying down, legs tangled, and laughing at a stupid movie you didnât even recognize. Some terrible action comedy with bad dialogue and worse CGI. You didnât remember the name. You didnât care. You were warm from the booze and warmer from his knee resting next to yours.
By the time you opened the fourth can, your head was buzzing. Somewhere in the middle, he shifted slightly and slouched deeper into the couch, resting one arm behind you. Not around you. Not touching. Just there.
The distance between you disappeared in degrees.
First, when your shoulders bumped and didnât pull away.
Then, when your leg rested fully against his beneath the blanket.
Now your legs were draped over his now, his hand resting absently on your shin.
The warmth between you wasnât new.
But tonight it felt⊠uncontained.
You watched him as he tilted his can back, the curve of his throat, the glint of his lip ring under the flicker of the TV.
Youâd always known he was attractive. But being this closeâthis comfortableâwas starting to feel dangerous.
âYou always watch movies like this?â you asked, voice small, eyes back on the screen.
âLike what?â
âQuiet. Tense. Judgy.â
âIâm not judging.â
âNo?â you chuckled, then, when you looked up at himâand found he was already watching you.
You held the gaze longer than you meant to.
His mouth parted just slightly. His lip piercing glinted.
You dropped your eyes.
âIâm watching.â he said.Â
He wasnât talking about the movie. You knew that. He knew you knew.
The air between you felt different nowâthicker. Not uncomfortable. Not bad. Just tight. Like something was waiting to break open.
âYou know youâre hard to read, right?â you said softly, gaze determined to focus on the movie once more.
His head turned slightly. âYouâve told me.â
âI mean it.â
âIâm not trying to be.â
âI know.â You paused. âYou just⊠you never say what youâre thinking.â
There was a long moment before he replied. âNeither do you.â
You glanced at him. Your skin felt too tight.
Your voice dropped. âIf I did⊠would you listen?â
He looked at you then. Really looked.
âI always listen to you,â he said.
You shifted a little to face him better. He didnât move.
Your voices stayed low. Muted. Like you were both afraid to disturb something too fragile to name.
âWhy do you look at me like that?â you asked.
He studied you for a beat too long.
Then: âI think you know.â
The moment swelled, heat under your ribs. Your chest tightened. You licked your lips. His eyes followed the motion.
He was looking at your mouth now.
You didnât look away. It wasnât intentional at first.
Until it was.
Until you shifted a little and his fingers slid higher up your shin. Not high enough to be obvious, but enough that you felt it. Enough that your breath caught.
âYouâre drunk,â you whispered.
He gave the smallest shake of his head. âNo.â
âTipsy, then.â
He didnât answer. Just leaned in, slow and careful.
And then, softlyâtoo softly to brace yourself for itâhis lips touched yours.
It was barely a kiss.
Barely pressure.
Just warmth.
Just a breath.
But then it deepenedâhis hand on the side of your neck, the plush drag of his lower lip catching yours. You felt the cool flick of his lip ring before his tongue brushed yours, and that made your breath catch.
There was metal there, tooâa piercing. You could feel it. Smooth, hard, unexpected. The weight of it against your tongue sent a flicker of heat down your spine. You let out a sound you didnât mean to, soft and startled against his mouth.
The kiss became deeper. Your hands found his shirt, fisting the fabric. You whimpered softly against his mouth. He groanedâquiet, rough.
And thenâ
He froze.
Pulled back.
You blinked up at him, dazed.
His breath was heavy, lips kiss-bitten, pupils wide.
His hand was still on your neck, thumb ghosting over your jaw like he hadnât meant to stop.
You were stunned. Dazed. Wanting.
But thenâ
He pulled his hand back, dragging it down over his face.
âNo,â he said, voice rough now. âShit. We shouldnât.â
You blinked at him, breath shaking. âWhy?â
âYou had wine.â
âSo did you.â
âThatâs the point,â he said, shaking his head.
He closed his eyes for a second, like he was trying to center himself.
 âI donât want it to be⊠I donât want this to happen because weâre tipsy and bored.â
You swallowed.
You were still staring at him. Still thinking about the way heâd kissed you. About the weight of his mouth and the heat of his body.
But thenâhe exhaled, slower this time.
âI want you,â he said. âBut I want it to be real. Not like this.â
The room was spinning slowly.
You didnât argue.
Because even in your tipsy haze, you knew he was right.
Your chest was a tangle of nerves and something softerâsomething that twisted beneath your ribs in a way that was almost painful.
You nodded.
Quietly. Gently.
And he nodded, too.
He exhaled and leaned his forehead against yours for a moment before he pulled back completely, gently tugging the blanket higher between you.
Still close.
Still touching.
But not crossing that line again.
Not yet.
The air was suddenly tighter. Not hostile. Not uncertain. Just pressurized. Like one wrong breath would push you into the next thingâand maybe that scared you more than you expected.
You looked down at your lap. âThis is stupid, right?â
âWhat is?â
âThisâŠâ You gestured vaguely between you. âUs.â
A pause.
âNo,â he said. âItâs not.â
You glanced back at him.
And this time, you saw it clearly. The want.
Not loud. Not burning. Just real.
Settled there in the blue of his eyes like it had always been.
Your voice was barely a whisper. âThen what is it?â
His hand movedâslowlyâtoward your knee. A light touch. Just his fingers resting there, warm and steady.
âI donât know yet,â he said. âBut Iâm not in a rush to name it.â
Your throat went tight.
You couldâve kissed him.
Right there, in the flickering glow of the shitty movie and the soft scratch of his calloused fingers brushing circles on your skin.
But you didnât.
Not yet.
Because for the first time, you understood what this was.
It wasnât a moment waiting to break open.
It was one waiting to settle.
You turned back to the screen. The movie was still playing, somewhere behind all of it. Some explosion. A line of terrible dialogue.
Neither of you were watching.
And stillâ
He stayed beside you.
Still close.
Still warm.
Still waiting.
Eventually, you fell asleep thereâlegs tangled, cheeks flushed, his hand still resting lightly on your knee like a promise he wasnât ready to break.
Not until it mattered.
Not until it was real.
And somewhere deep down, you knewâ
Whatever this wasâŠ
It had already changed.
You werenât just roommates.
You werenât just friends.
You were something else now.
Maybe youâd always been on the way here.
Maybe youâd always been halfway home.
â
The next morning wasnât awkward.
It shouldâve been, probably. Youâd fallen asleep on the couch tangled around each other after making out like two teenagers with bad impulse control, and yetâ
When you woke up, his arm was still around your waist, your cheek pressed to his chest, and neither of you moved right away.
His heart beat under your ear, steady and slow.
You didnât speak. Just breathed in the quiet.
Eventually, he shifted a little and looked down at you, hair a soft mess, voice rasped from sleep.
âYou drooled on me.â
You rolled your eyes, but smiled.
âYou kissed me,â you whispered, as if to counter.
He blinked at that, unreadable for a beat, then:
âYeah. I did.â
And for the first with this new glint in your eyes, you let yourself fully smile at him.
â
Nothing broke after that.
That was the strange part.
You thought the tension might shatter into something awkward or forced. You thought he might avoid you, or pretend it didnât happen.
But Megumi didnât run.
He made pancakes instead.
Real ones, tooâfrom scratch. With eggs and milk and a drizzle of vanilla that you knew he didnât own until that very morning.
You didnât ask where he went to get it. Just sat on the counter watching him whisk, the sleeves of his hoodie pushed back, tattoos ink-dark across his arms. There was one on his inner wrist you hadnât seen beforeâclean lines, a small lotus. You stared longer than you meant to.
He caught your gaze, but didnât comment.
Instead, he asked, âYou want coffee?â
You nodded. âWith milk and sugar.â
âFigures.â
âJudgy.â
âJust accurate.â
You didnât talk about the kiss.
But it hovered.
In the way he moved around you in the kitchen. In the way his eyes lingered on your mouth longer than before. In the way his hand brushed your lower back when he passed behind you.
It didnât feel like it wasnât being talked about.
It felt like it was still happening.
Slowly.
Carefully.
You had to go to work that afternoon, and so did he, but you lingered too long before leaving. Your backpack half-zipped. Your shoes still untied.
âIâll see you later,â you said, standing near the door.
âYeah,â he said, and his voice was quiet again. Thoughtful.
Then, softer: âBe safe, princess.â
You didnât answer.
Just looked back at him once before closing the door behind you, heart skittering like a secret you werenât ready to say out loud.
â
You didnât kiss again for three days.
But the days felt different.
He texted more.
Sent you dumb memes during lectures and followed up with âyou better be paying attentionâ when you took too long to reply.
He cooked twice. Once with too much salt, and once with enough effort that it felt like more than just a favor.
On the fourth night, it rained again.
This time you didnât even askâyou both just ended up on the couch, the blanket between you again, knees pressed close, a movie you werenât watching on in the background.
This time, it was you who turned to him first.
âDo you ever think about it?â you asked.
He glanced down at you. âAbout what?â
âThis. Us.â
He didnât look away.
âYeah,â he said.
You nodded.
Your throat was tight.
âIâve never had this before,â you admitted, voice small. âWhatever this is. With someone.â
His brows pulled together a little. âSomething safe?â
You hesitated.
âSomething that feels like⊠home,â you said. âBut not the kind you leave.â
His mouth parted slightly, surprised. And maybeâ
Maybe a little bit moved.
âThatâs what I was trying to say,â he murmured. âWhen I said that before. Halfway home.â
You looked up at him.
âYouâre the first place that felt like one.â
Silence stretched.
Warm. Solid. Real.
And then, slowly, he leaned down, and this timeâthis time when his mouth met yours, you werenât drunk. You werenât trying to avoid the edge.
You stepped into it.
The kiss was different.
Not rushed. Not frantic.
Just full of everything you hadnât said yet.
He kissed you like he meant to stay. Like heâd wanted to for longer than heâd admit. Like it was the start of something new, not the ruin of something comfortable.
You broke it first, breath shaky, and looked up at him.
âYou still sure?â
His thumb traced your cheek. âYeah.â
You nodded once, then leaned back inâand this time, the kiss didnât stop.
Not when your hands found the back of his neck.
Not when his settled at your hips.
And not when the blanket slipped off your shoulders and the rest of the world went quiet except for the sound of two people finally letting go of the tension theyâd carried for months.
His mouth was warm. Open. Slow.
You werenât drunk this time. Not even tipsy. You could feel everythingâhis breath, the pressure of his hands, the flicker of his tongue ring sliding against yours, cool at first, then hot, wet, dizzying.
You moaned into him without meaning to.
The kiss became deeper, languid and unhurried, like neither of you wanted it to end. His hand slid up your side, not groping, not urgentâjust there, deliberate, like he was mapping the shape of you, reminding himself it was real.
You tugged at his hoodie, fists curled in the fabric, and when your fingers slipped up into his hair, he groaned. Low, throaty, unexpectedly desperate.
You froze.
Pulled back just enough to look at him, breath shallow.
âWhatââ
His eyes were heavy-lidded, dark and shining, his lip ring catching the light as he swallowed.
âDo that again,â he murmured.
You blinked. âYour hair?â
He nodded once. Barely.
So you did.
Fingers buried deep, nails scraping lightly at his scalp.
He moaned, jaw going slack, and something in your chest fluttered.
You grinned. âHoly shit. Thatâs your thing, huh?â
âDonât start,â he muttered, flushing slightly, though his hips had pressed forward like a tell. âYouâll abuse it.â
You tugged again, a little firmer.
He cursed softly. âFuck. Princess.â
It hit low. Tight. A pulse between your legs you hadnât fully acknowledged until then.
âYou like that?â you whispered, mouth brushing his.
His lips curvedâbarely.
âYou have no idea.â
You kissed him again.
Hungrier this time. Messier. The kind of kiss you felt all the way to your spine.
Somewhere in the middle of it, he pulled you onto his lap. His hands found your thighs and dragged you closer, legs parting over his hips like it was the most natural thing in the world. You were in loose shorts and an old cotton sleep top, and he was still in that damn hoodieâblack, oversized, hiding everything but the heat of his body under your hands.
You broke the kiss just long enough to gasp, head tilting back, the fabric of his hoodie catching on your fingertips as you gripped the hem.
âTake it off,â you whispered.
He didnât answer. Just stared at you as he pulled it over his head.
And thenâ
Fuck.
Youâd seen bits and glimpses of his tattoos before. Knew they were there. A flicker when sleeves rolled up, the shadow along his back when he walked past shirtless after a shower.
But this close? With your hands on him?
They were everywhere.
Ink swept over his chest, his shoulders, down his armsâclean black linework, fine and sharp, a contrast to the way his skin felt. Warm. Soft, where it wasnât hard muscle.
And on his ribsâjust under the curve of his left pectoralâa line in black script:
you donât have to be whole to be loved.
You reached for it before you could stop yourself, fingers brushing the edge of the lettering.
He flinchedâbarely, but enough.
âI like this one,â you said softly. âItâs true.â
He didnât speak. Just looked at you like youâd stripped him naked with that single sentence.
Maybe you had.
Your hands slid down, brushing the line of his waist, and you felt the way his breath hitched.
âTake me to bed, Megs.â
He exhaled slowly. âYou sure?â
You nodded.
He stood without hesitation.
You were light in his arms, legs locked around his waist. Not princess-styleâcradled, close and tight, your center pressed to the thick, hard line of him beneath his sweats.
Your heartbeat was a storm in your throat.
His mouth found your neck as he pushed the door to his room open with his shoulder, and you gasped when his teeth grazed your skin.
âYouâre shaking,â he murmured.
âI want you,â you said. âThatâs all.â
His voice dropped lower. âYouâll have me, pretty girl.â
And then he laid you downâslowly, like you were something to be unwrapped.
The room was quiet except for breathing. Your shirt was the first to goâpeeled up and over, leaving you bare. No bra. No modesty. Just flushed skin and peaked nipples, chest rising and falling fast under his gaze.
He froze.
âFuck, baby,â he breathed. âYouâre so fucking pretty.â
You couldnât help itâyou arched into him.
He kissed down your throat. Over your collarbone. Took his time getting to your chest, his mouth hot and wet when it wrapped around a nipple. Tongue ring dragging just enough to make you gasp.
âMegsââ
His hand slid down your stomach, rougher now, and then under your waistband.
âYouâre soaked,â he growled. âAll this from just kissing?â
âHair pulling,â you teased, gasping when he pressed two fingers against you, slow circles. âYouâve got a thing for it.â
âPrincess,â he warned, thenâsmirked.
He tugged your shorts and panties down with too much ease. And for a moment, he just looked at you.
Eyes dark. Face flushed. Breathing shallow.
âYou sure?â he asked again, quieter now. âBecause once I go down on you, Iâm not stopping.â
Your heart stuttered.
âIâm sure.â
His mouth curved. Wicked.
âGood girl.â
Megumi slid to his knees at the edge of the bed, dragging your legs over his shoulders like he had every intention of devouring you.
He looked up from between themâeyes dark, mouth already wet from kissing you stupid.
âYou gonna keep looking at me like that?â he murmured, voice thick.
Your throat was dry. âLike what?â
âLike youâre trying to memorize me.â his thumbs pressed into your inner thighs, spreading you wider. âYou donât need to. Iâm not going anywhere.â
And thenâ
He kissed you.
There.
Warm, slow, filthy.
Tongue soft at first, just a wet glide over your clit, before he added pressure. His barbell on his tongue rolled against youâa new texture, a new sparkâand your hips bucked in surprise.
âOh my Godââ
He laughed into you. That tongue piercing? It wasnât just a decoration. It was a fucking weapon.
He took his time. All of it. Flattening his tongue, then curling it up, then circlingâsoft, then firm, then teasing. Every motion was practiced, patient, like he liked this, like he was learning you by feel and sound aloneâto the way you whined and breathed and fisted the sheets.
And when you buried your fingers in his hair, tugging instinctivelyâ
He groaned.
Low and rough, deep in his chest.
So you did it again. A little harder.
He moaned.
Then he pulled back just enough to speak, mouth glistening, voice wrecked.
âYou trying to kill me, pretty girl?â
âI didnât think youâd like it that much,â you breathed.
âNow you know.â
His mouth slammed back down.
Sloppier now, his mouth messier, wetter. Your thighs started to tremble. Your breath hitched with every suck, every pass the pink muscle. It was too much and still not enough, and when you clenched on his tongue, he growledâa real sound, needy, low in his throat.
His hands gripped your thighs tighter, fingertips pressing into the soft part of you. He sucked your clit into his mouth and rolled the barbell across itâand your hips snapped, needy, desperate.
He gave you one last, deliberate lick, then kissed your thighâopen-mouthed, tongue dragging.
âFuck,â he muttered. âLook at you.â
You were dripping. Ruined.
But he wasn't done.
âYou taste fucking amazing, pretty girl.â
His name slipped out of your mouth like a prayer. âMegsââ
âCould stay down here all night,â he rasped. âYouâd let me, wouldnât you?â
You were panting. âMegumiâpleaseââ
He didnât answer. He was already moving again.
Faster. Deeper. Rougher.
The wet glide of his tongue, the flick of the piercing. The suction. The rhythm. You were unraveling, fast and helpless, no thoughts except more, more, more.
And then he slid two fingers insideâcrooked just rightâand sucked hard at the same time, tongue flicking and curling and sucking until your back arched off the bed, until you gasped his name and shattered into his mouth, thighs clamped around his head, shaking, soaked, ruined.
He loved it.
You came with a sharp cry, back arching off the bed, thighs trembling. His name on your lips, broken. Your fingers tightened in his hair, hips grinding against his mouth.
He didnât stop. Just slowed, licking you through it, moaning quietly like he couldnât get enough.
You felt him groan into your cunt, like he was trying to memorize your taste, like he couldnât help it.
Your hand stayed tangled in his hair, but weaker now, your muscles gone soft and boneless and slick with sweat. When he finally pulled back, his chin was wet, his pupils blown wide. He kissed your thigh, then your hip, then up your belly, slow and reverent, until he hovered over you again.
âYou okay?â he asked, quieter now.
You nodded, dazed. âYeah.â
He kissed your cheek, then your jaw. âYeah?â
âYeah,â you repeated, breathless. âThat wasâholy shit.â
He smirked.
âCome here,â you murmured, tugging him down, your legs around his waist again.
He leaned down slowly, settling over you, weight braced on one forearm as the other slid behind your head. His hoodie was already off, forgotten somewhere between the couch cushions. The ink across his chest and arms glowed dark in the low lightâsweeping blackwork, linework down his ribs.
And below, he was already naked.
He mustâve kicked off his sweats when you werenât lookingâsilent and practiced. His cock hung heavy between you, thick and flushed and so pretty it knocked the breath out of your chest.
You reached between you, slow, curiousâfingers wrapping around him.
And you felt it.
Not just the heat, the weightâbut something⊠hard. Not just himâthough he was hard, thick and heavy and pressed against your thighâbut something else. Something smooth and firm under the ridge, somethingâŠmetal.
Your brows twitched, just slightly.
His breath hitched. You looked up at him, question rising.
âYouâ?â you started.
His jaw tightened. He looked almostâŠshy.
ââŠMegs?â
He hesitated.
You palmed him curiously and he twitched.
âThereâsââ You looked up at him. âAre you pierced?â
His breath caught.
You stared at him, lips parted. âYou have a dick piercing?â
ââŠYeah.â
You blinked.
You glanced down again to get a better look, thumb brushing over the spot carefully. Holy fuck.
Thick. Long. Pierced.
The barbell of the piercing gleamed, curved through the head, metal catching the light.
You swallowed. âWhat kind?â
He looked like he was seriously debating lying, but finally said, low:
âApadravya.â
Your mouth dropped open.
âJesus Christ.â
He groaned. âDonât say it like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike youâre about to make a life-altering decision.â
You bit your lip. âHow long have you had it?â
âSince I was eighteen.â
Your brows shot up. âThatâs early. Why?â
His cheeks actually turned a little pink.
âYou ever do something stupid just to feel like your body was yours?â
You paused.
Then nodded. âYeah. I have.â
His hand found your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb.
âI didnât do it for anyone else. Didnât think anyone would ever see it.â He laughed quietly. âDefinitely didnât think itâd make someone look at me the way youâre looking at me right now.â
You stared up at him.
âYou mean like I want to push onto the mattress and ride you until I forget my name?â
âExactly like that,â he rasped.
He kissed you againâdeep, tongue curling past your lipsâyou felt the tongue piercing once moreâfamiliar nowâas your mouths moved in tandem.
 âYou okay?â he asked, quiet now. âYou donât have toââ
âIâm okay,â you whispered. âMore than okay.â
You reached down, wrapping your hand around him and giving it a soft squeeze.
He hissed through his teeth.
âPrincessââ
You leaned in and kissed his neck, just below his ear. âLet me look at you.â
He let you.
And you did. You traced every tattoo, every line of his bodyâink across his shoulders, ribs, chest, a stretch of fine black lines and text that ended in the soft skin above his hips.Â
âTell me if you want me to stop,â he said. âAnytime.â
You looked up at him, cheeks flushed, heart pounding.
âI donât want you to stop.â
You wrapped your legs around him again, slower this time.
And he rocked into you, still outside, just the pressure of him against your slickness making your whole body pulse.
He groaned.
âYouâre gonna take all of me, baby.â
You gasped. âYeah?â
âYeah,â he said, bending to kiss you again. âIâll make it fit.â
Your brain melted.
But he didnât rush it. He never rushed.
He ran his hands over your body like he was savoring itâinch by inch, breath by breath. Worshipping it. And when you were whiny and squirming beneath him, he took a step back, eyes full of dark heat.
âYouâre perfect.â
You grinned, breathless. âThen come here and fuck me already.â
He groaned.
And then slapped your assâjust once.
You gasped.
He smirked.
âGet ready, pretty girl.â
You could feel the weight of him above youâhis forearms braced on either side of your head, body flushed against yours, skin warm and buzzing. His cock pressed heavy against your stomach, thick and hard and aching.
You reached down again, wrapping your hand around him, and this time he groaned against your mouth, voice low and helpless.
âFuck, babyâŠâ
You rolled your thumb under the head, slow. Felt the bar againâthe piercing. It shifted slightly under your grip, smooth and hard. You were soaked already, throbbing. The idea of how it would feel inside youâ
âNeed you to lie back for me,â he said roughly, nuzzling into your neck, kissing your jaw. âJust like that. Legs upâgood girl.â
You didnât correct the pet name. Couldnât.
He moved back slightly, sitting on his heels between your thighs. His hands slid over your hips and upâslow and reverentâjust warm skin and heavy breath and the sharp, hot sweep of his eyes as they roamed.
âFucking hell,â he whispered.
You flushed, hands fidgeting at your sides. But then he leaned downâkissed your sternum, your breast, circled your nipple with his tongue, then sucked, sharp and wetâand you forgot how to think.
âYouâre so goddamn beautiful, princess,â he murmured, voice gravel. âYou drive me fucking crazy.â
He kissed down your ribs, slow and wandering. You felt his lips pause, then press againâright under your breast, where he sucked the skin a bit harder.
You ran your fingers through his hair, dragging them gently at the roots.
He groaned again. âYou have to stop doing that.â
âWhy?â you asked innocently.
âYouâre gonna find out,â he said, and grinned. âKeep doing it and youâll see.â
You did.
When he lowered himself again, kissed between your thighs, and lickedâdeep this time, slower, intentionalâyou curled your fingers in his hair, tugging, and he moaned so loud it vibrated through you.
He looked wrecked when he pulled up. Flushed, pupils blown, lips wet.
âYou like that?â you asked, giggling breathlessly.
âI fucking love that,â he growled.
He kissed you again, slow and hungry.
Then he lifted your hipsâjust like thatâhands under your thighs, hauling you into him, legs wrapping naturally around his waist. You gasped, fingers clinging to his shoulders.
âMegsââ
âYou okay?â
You nodded, flushed and dizzy.
You reached down, guiding him, and paused.
âWait,â you whispered, breath catching. âYouâdo you haveââ
He reached toward the drawer, then hesitated. âYou on the pill?â
âYeah.â
His jaw ticked. âClean?â
âYes.â
âMe too.â
Still, he waited. âYou sure?â
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulled him down, and kissed him.
âYes.â
He pushed in slowlyâso slowly it made your breath hitch, your spine arch, your hands grasp for something to hold onto.
The stretch made you gaspâhot, overwhelming. You could feel the piercing slide in, the way it dragged against your walls, made your whole body twitch.
âHoly shit,â you whimpered.
Megumi groaned, deep in his chest. âYeah, thatâs it. Fuckâfeels so good, baby.â
You tightened around him and he shuddered.
âYou feel so tight, so warmâshitâthis pussyâs perfectââ
His words sent a jolt through you, heat pooling low in your belly.
He rocked into you, slow and deep, and you felt everything.
Every vein, every inch, every press of steel and flesh and heat.
His hips ground into yours, angling just right. The piercing nudged something devastating inside you, and your whole body jerked.
âMegsââ
He kissed you hard, messy. His hands were everywhereâyour thighs, your waist, your tits. And when you clawed at his back, he grinned.
âGo ahead,â he breathed, âmark me up. I donât care.â
You dragged your nails down his spine, and he growled.
And thenâcrackâ
His hand landed a slap to your ass.
Not rough. But firm. Possessive.
You gasped.
He kissed your cheek. âToo much?â
âNo,â you whispered, dazed. âNot enough.â
He laughedâlow and dangerous.
And he fucked you harder. He fucked you like he meant itâlike he was unraveling, like the sound of your voice did something to him he couldnât take back. His rhythm stayed steady, devastating, but there was an edge now. A roughness. Desperation behind every thrust, like he was chasing something just out of reach.
Every thrust felt deliberateâslow but powerful, like he needed you to feel all of him. Like he wanted to carve himself into your memory with each push of his hips. His forehead pressed against yours, breath ragged, eyes half-lidded as he watched every expression flicker across your face.
You felt everything. Every inch of him. The head of his cock, that piercing, kept catching right thereâjust insideâsending shocks through your whole body. You moaned, loud, unrestrained, and he groaned in response, burying his face in your neck like he needed to ground himself.
âGod, baby, you feelâfuck, I canâtââ he gasped. âYouâre gonna make me lose it.â
The room spun, heat thick around you, sweat-slicked skin sliding against his as he drove into you, harder, deeper. Your legs were locked around him, thighs trembling, and you couldnât stop moaningâcouldnât stop saying his name like a prayer.
âMegumiâGodâpleaseââ
His breath hitched. âI know, baby, I know. You feel so goodâfuckâyouâre taking me so well.â
You whimperedâyour whole body on fire, nerves lit up. You could feel the piercing with every roll of his hips, dragging along your walls, stroking something almost too much. Too sharp. Too good.
âThatâs it, pretty girl,â he murmured, voice thick. âTaking me so fucking well.â
âF-Fuck, Megsââ your voice caught, high and trembling.
He kissed the corner of your mouth, sweet and messy, then pulled back just enough to look at youâreally look at you.
âYou okay, baby?â
You nodded, eyes wide, lips parted. âYeahâGod, yeahâjustâŠâ
He smiled, soft and wrecked. âI know. I know, baby. Youâre doing so good.â
His thumb slipped between your bodies, found your clit with practiced easeâtwo fingers rubbing slow, deliberate circles as his cock dragged deep. Slow. Cruel. Perfect.
You cried out, hips jerking.
âShh,â he whispered. âItâs okay. Just let it happen, princess. Let me take care of you.â
You clenched around him, helpless, and he groanedâdeep in his chest, like he could feel it everywhere.
âYou feel that?â he breathed, leaning in to kiss your throat. âThat little flutterâfuckâyouâre close, huh?â
And then, as his cock pushed in again, deeper than before, he shifted his weight and brought one hand down to your lower stomach.
He pressed gentlyâright there, just above your pelvisâand you gasped.
âRight here,â he said, voice dark with wonder. âYou feel me, princess? Thatâs me. All the way inside.â
Your eyes fluttered shut, heat rushing through your veins like fire. The pressure of his hand paired with the drag of the piercing made your whole body twitch.
âMegsââ
He smirked against your neck, breath hot. âI know, baby. I know itâs a lot. Youâre taking it so well.â
He kissed your jaw, slow and sweet. âI want you to cum for me,â he whispered. âRight here. While Iâm inside you. Wanna feel this perfect pussy squeeze around me.â
Your breath caught in your throat, your body coiling tighter with every stroke.
âYou can do it, baby,â he coaxed, voice low and soothing. âYouâre already so close. Just let go.â
And you did.
The orgasm hit hardâwhite-hot, overwhelming. Your body locked up, then shattered all at once. You cried out, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders. The wave of it crashed over you again and again, endless, dizzying.
âFuck, thatâs it,â he groaned, thrusting deeper. âYouâre so fucking tight when you cumâgonna make meâshitââ
His rhythm faltered, turned rougher, messier, as he lost control.
âPretty girlâshitâgonna cum, baby, gonnaââ
âCum inside me,â you whispered, lips brushing his ear. âPlease, Megs.â
He moanedâloud and wreckedâand buried himself to the hilt.
You felt everything. The heat, the pulse, the way his whole body locked down as he came. His mouth pressed to your throat, hands gripping your waist like he was afraid youâd slip away.
He stayed there, buried inside you, panting against your skin. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest, the sweat on his back, the way his fingers stayed tangled in your hair.
Then he lifted his head, kissed youâslow and raw, lips dragging over yours like he didnât want the moment to end.
âYouâre unreal,â he whispered. âYouâre so fucking beautiful, baby. You donât even know.â
You touched his face, thumb stroking under his eye, and he leaned into itâlike it hurt not to. Like he needed it more than air.
The moment stretchedâbodies tangled, breath shared, your walls still fluttering around his softening cock.
And he was still inside you.
Still holding you like a lifeline.
Like he didnât know where he ended and you began.
None of you moved at all, reallyâjust stayed there, his weight heavy but comforting, his breath fanning against your cheek. One arm curled around your waist, holding you close, like the aftershocks were still rolling through him too.
You exhaled slowly, boneless, your fingers still tangled in his hair.
âMegsâŠâ
He hummed, low in his throat. Kissed your temple, your cheekbone, then your mouthâsoft and slow, like he had all the time in the world.
âYou okay?â he asked.
You nodded, flushed and hazy. âYeah. Just⊠canât feel my legs.â
He gave a breathless little laugh, nuzzling into your neck. âThat might be the hottest thing youâve ever said to me.â
You smiledâtired and full.
After a moment, he eased back, still buried inside you, his hand brushing your cheek. His expression was unreadableâsomething caught between awe and disbelief and maybe something a little softer.
âYouâre really something, you know that?â he said quietly.
You blinked up at him. âYou make it sound like I just saved your life or something.â
His smile crooked. âFeels kind of like you did.â
That silenced youâfor a beat too long.
He caught it, of course. Looked a little sheepish. âSorry. That was probably too much.â
âNoâŠâ You reached up, fingers brushing his jaw. âI just didnât expect you to say something like that.â
âYeah,â he muttered. âNeither did I.â
He kissed you again before you could say anything elseâgentle this time, like he needed the feel of you more than the words.
Then he pulled out carefully, slow and warm and messy, and you both winced a little.
âShitâsorry,â he whispered, kissing your shoulder. âLet me get you cleaned up.â
He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, returning with a warm, damp towel and one of his shirts. You stayed sprawled on the sheets, utterly wrecked, and let him tend to you.
His touch was careful. Reverent.
He cleaned you up with soft little apologies under his breath, then helped you into his shirtâbig and worn and smelling like himâand tucked you back into bed before crawling in beside you.
You turned toward him automatically, curling into the warmth of his body. His arm wrapped around you like muscle memory, hand stroking slowly up and down your back.
Neither of you said anything for a while.
The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of sheets and your breathing syncing up again.
Eventually, you mumbled, âWeâre definitely gonna have to talk about this tomorrow.â
âYeah,â he murmured, brushing his lips over your forehead. âBut not now.â
âNo?â
âMm-mm.â His fingers traced lazy patterns against your spine. âRight now, I just wanna hold my girl.â
You frozeâjust for a second.
Then smiled, into his chest.
He felt it, and pulled you closer.
â
When you woke up, the light was softâbarely morning.
You were warm.
Your limbs tangled with his under the sheets, skin to skin. Megumi was still asleep, mouth slack, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, hair sticking up in every direction.Â
His arm was heavy across your waist, hand curled against your stomach like it belonged there.
You could feel him breathingâslow and steady. Completely relaxed in a way youâd never seen before.
You blinked at him. Wondered, for a moment, if last night had actually happened.
But then you shifted, and your body answered for youâsore in places you hadnât used in a while, hips aching, thighs a little raw.
And you could still feel the ghost of him inside you.
Heat crept across your cheeks.
You tried to move without waking him, carefully peeling the blanket back.
No such luck.
His eyes cracked openâbarely.
âWhere you goinâ?â voice rough and sleep-heavy.
âBathroom,â you whispered.
He hummed, eyes falling shut again. But his hand slid lowerâresting just above your thigh, possessive even half-asleep.
You disappeared for a minute, returned to find him still sprawled across the bed, one arm flung over your side like a claim.
When you climbed back in, he rolled toward you, dragging you against him without hesitation.
You yelpedâsoftly. âJesus, Megs.â
âMmm.â He buried his face in your neck. âYou smell like me.â
You froze.
Then laughedâquiet, breathless. âYouâre such a menace.â
He grinned against your skin. âYou like it.â
You did.
You didnât say it.
His hand skimmed under your borrowed shirt, fingers tracing lazy lines along your hip.
âStill good?â he asked softly.
âYeah,â you said. âSore, but good.â
He pulled back just enough to look at you.
His expression was unreadable againâsleepy, but serious beneath it. That focus of his, like he was seeing straight through you.
âYou sure?â
You nodded, heart thudding. âYeah.â
A beat of silence.
Then: âWe should talk about it.â
âYeah,â you said. âI know.â
Another pause. His thumb brushed the side of your thigh.
âBut not yet?â
You smiled. âNot yet.â
He kissed you thenâsoft, like a promise.
And you let yourself melt into it, let the morning wrap around you like warmth, like quiet, like something new.
Something that didnât feel temporary.
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MIMI IM WEAKđ«
BLESS YOUR MIND FOR THIS ILYYYYđ«¶đ«¶
Whatâs on your mind, Mimi? Oh Iâm so glad you guys asked!
Getting fucked from the back by Gojo while he chuckles at your helplessness. Legs trembling, arms about to give out from trying to hold yourself up and then your head sags forwardâalmost falling off the edge of the bed as your body feels like mushâ you let out a pathetic moan when Gojoâs hand collides with the fat of your ass. So overwhelmed from Gojoâs deep strokes that your gripping the sheets for dear life, teeth clenched at how overwhelming it is.
But then a big hand wraps around your throat, forcing you to look up into violet eyes that are completely blown out. Geto giving you a pout before cooing at you âI know, pretty girl, I know. Heâs so deep isnât he? All too much for you.â stroking his girth, the schlick! schlick! schlick! barely being heard over the sound of dripping wet skin on dripping wet skin, your poor cunt dumb and gushing for the two men. You let out a garbled mix between a scream and a moan at his teasing. Fat tears running down your face mixed with the mascara youâd been wearing, drool all over your lips and leaking onto the sheets below. You look a mess but it only makes Geto stroke his rigid length faster. Heâs getting off on the wreck Gojo has turned you into.
Gojoâs hands gripping your hips and fucking into you brutally, making your body jolt forward and grip Getoâs thigh as he stands. Whimpering and crying as the raven haired man strokes your cheek, feeding his thumb into your mouth for you to suck on. âOh shit, sheâs gripping the fuck out of me. Little masochist.â Gojo titters, slamming into you harder. That only makes Geto grin before he moves his hand back to your throat and angles his length into your face, your mouth watering at his pretty cock, decorated with veins and twitching as you moan at the sight. âYouâre gonna take me too, right, pretty girl?â He purrs. âDonât want me to feel left out now, do we?â To which you shake your head, more sticky drool leaking out of your mouth. âGood girl.â
Anyway, thatâs what on my mindđââïž.
Happy Saturday everyone!
#yes plz#jjk gojo#jjk x reader#gojom0jo#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#jjk x you#jjk geto#suguru geto
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SIZE KINK GO BRRRRRRRR
JEEZUSđ« đ
âš TOJI, CHOSO, HIGURUMA, GOJO, geto, nanami, megumi, ino, sukuna, + uhhhh anyone you want!!!
Your man who loves fucking short babes like you, especially your man with a big cock who loves fucking short babes like you because just seeing such a tiny, fragile thing like you bounce on his huge girthy veiny leaking steel hard dick and enjoying every second of it gets him going.
Your man who loves short babes like you because of how effortlessly he can lift you up, flip you over, and munch on your pussy standing up and cleaning out all of his cum. While you donât have to do a damn thing except hang out in his hold bonelessly.
#jjk smut#geto smut#gojo satoru smut#gojo smut#geto x reader#gojo x reader#jjk gojo#jjk geto#jjk toji
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ft. satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, + nanami kento
inc: mating press, rough sex, talking you through it, squirting, mentions of a safe word but it doesnât get used, use of the word slut (gojo), loss of virginity, age gap between nanami x reader (20/27), not proofread yet sorry
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You were the only one who got to see him like this, and youâd be lying if you said it wasnât a sight to behold. His blindfold tossed haphazardly somewhere in the living room, white hair fucked up and falling into his eyes, his gorgeous crystalline eyes that were squeezed shut in pleasure as he slammed his hips to meet yours. His strong arms were hooked under your knees, holding you in a mating press that was downright nasty. He had been panting harshly into the crook of your neck, occasional groans of your name caressing your ears as he forced himself balls deep into you, hard abs meeting your clit with every thrust and it took everything in you not to scream. The movie the two of you had been watching was long forgotten as your manicured nails scraped down his back.
âmm, s-satoru! slow downâ you gasped, having the air knocked out of you every time he rutted into you. He chucked humorlessly, keeping the same pace. âyouâre saying slow down but this pussy clearly likes what Iâm doing, babyâ
He pulled his face out of your neck, sitting back on his heels as he fucked into you with a newfound greed. âgripping me so fucking tightâfuckkk!â He tossed his head back, hands finding your hips without even looking and his hold was bruising as he made you fuck him back, pulling you down on his dick as your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Upon hearing your silence he looks down at you, his pulse quickening when he sees the look on your face.
âYou love this fucking cock donât youâ sâ written all over your slutty fuckinâ faceâ he growled, balls slapping against your ass lewdly when he raises your hips off the couch, pounding into you deeper and just like that you found your voice again, a raw and primal screech of his name when the tip of his dick assaulted that one spot inside you prompting your hands to slap over your mouth, head turning away from his intense gaze.
He kissed his teeth in disapproval, already missing your cries for him and the blissed out look you adorned when he was in your guts. He used his thumb to draw quick, punishing circles on your erect clit and your hands immediately fell from your face in favor of grabbing his wrist, trying to pull his hand away from your slippery bud to no avail and your legs shook violently as you came. His eyes never left your face once throughout your orgasm, even foregoing blinking as he took this version of you in, like he needed to cement it in his memories.
âthatâs it, show me that pretty fucking face. Donât hide from meâ
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âcâmon doll..I gave you simple orders didnât I? Keep your fuckinâ. head. up.â Tojiâs ministrations growing harsher, as he became increasingly annoyed with your seeming inability to follow simple instructions. Keep your eyes on his in the mirror. Thatâs all he asked. But it was too much, it was all becoming too much. Your legs hooked over his to keep you open for him, one hand fucking two of his thick fingers deep in your gushing cunt, the other working your sensitive clit just the way he knew you liked? Your body felt boneless, how could he seriously expect you to do anything but take it, your ass almost numb as you sit on the floor between his legs, pathetic pussy leaking all over the floor while he plays with you. The four fingers glued to your clit press down harder, in tandem with the two fingers curling inside of you and expertly abusing your g spot and you canât help but weakly grab at his wrists trying desperately to pull them out of your panties that he didnât even bother taking off. They were so soaked that they became transparent, sticking to his hand.
Your hazy eyes met his in the full length mirror, pleading with him to have some sort of mercy on you. âT-toji, I canât. I canât!â He only dug into you deeper, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach for the third time in 25 minutes.
âyes you can doll, Iâm right here with you. âcan feel that pretty pussy squeezing me so good..know you wanna cum again.â His voice rumbled through your ears and you involuntarily throbbed around his fingers again, proving his point. You squirmed desperately, wanting to get away from the pleasure but also become closer to it as the gnawing feeling in your tummy got stronger, a building pressure.
âToji stop. I- feel something, please stop!â You cried, back arching up off his chest. He didnât stop, knowing you knew the safe word if you felt like something was genuinely wrong. Instead he kept he same pace and the same motions, his strong thighs keeping you spread when you tried to clamp shut around his hands. You felt mortified, the feeling in your abdomen meaning only one thing as far as you knew.
âToji Iâm gonna pee, stop!â You whined, and he laughed smugly as you fought against him weakly, the forearm resting on your tummy being pressed down right where you felt that delicate pressure, feeling helpless with no way to make him stop or get away from what he was doing to you.
Your pussy clenched wildly as you came for the third time, clear squirt spraying messily on the mirror in front of you as he groaned satisfied in your ear and if not for your screams, it almost sounded as if he was the one cumming.
âThatâs it baby, good girl cumming all over my fingers like that? fuck..â He rubbed and fucked you through it until your nails dug into his skin, begging him to actually stop.
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You couldnât help but feel shy, observed even as you sat on top of your boyfriend naked for the first time. Your hands were clammy and pressed flat against his chest, his own rested confidently on your hips as he looked up at you lovingly. Your legs trembled slightly on either side of him, having been eaten out until you he deemed you âwet enough for him to penetrate youâ and although he waited patiently for you to become accustomed to him being inside of you, you could feel him throbbing with need.
âBreathe, babyâ he instructed and you let out a breath you didnât even realize you had been holding. His thumbs caressed your skin soothingly as you tried to get used to the slight burn between your legs. You were plenty wet, but taking nanami was still a feat due to his size and your inexperience.
âHow do you feel?â He asked softly, taking note of the way you trembled against him.
âFull, ken. I feel really full.â You whispered, as though sinking down on him had taken every bit of energy out of you. âI donât think I can moveâ you confessed and he felt a pang in his heart. You were so fucking cute.
âThatâs okay love. Let me take care of you.â He awaited your confirmation, before he lifted his hips up off the bed, pressing in to the hilt and pausing to appreciate the way your jaw went slack at the feeling of him that deep inside of you. Your legs tensed and you were already gasping for air, looking down at where the two of you met with astonishment. He let out a grunt at the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing him like that and the sound went straight to your core, somehow clenching even tighter around him. âFuck, y/n..you gotta relax some babyâ.
With how tightly you were gripping him he could hardly move, your greedy cunt already opposed to him pulling out for any reason. You nodded quickly, willing yourself to relax slightly so he could pull out some, pushing himself back into you and repeating the motion slowly to get you used to it. Your head fell back momentarily, lolling forward to look at him with low lidded eyes as uncontrollable noises escaped from your mouth, open in an âoâ shape as your clit kissed his firm abdomen with every slow grind of his hips into yours. The way your body writhed on top of his, along with the way you rested your hands over his on your waist as he started to make you bounce on him made his dick impossibly hard, guttural moans leaving you as your face began to twist in pleasure. âKento..feels so fucking good!â He dug into you further, heavy balls pressed to your ass and he could feel your arousal dripping down his sack. You were louder than he thought youâd be, high pitched cries punctuating each one of his precise thrusts.
âmm, mm, mngh! ken!â You covered your face with your hands as his pace increased, still gentle but more than enough to reduce your inexperienced body to nothing in his arms. God you were driving him insane. He wanted to plant his feet into the bed and fuck into you so good and so hard, that no amount of covering your mouth would hide the way he was making you scream on his cock. Instead he gingerly pried your hands away from your face, lacing his fingers with yours as he savored the look on your face, mascara mixed tears drying on your cheeks before a new wave would replace them.
âCry for me baby, let it out.â
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Itâs affection, always / youâre gonna see it someday
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CHRISSYYYYYY MY LOVE
THANK YOU FOR FEEDING ME WITH OUR FAVOURITE UNDERWRITTEN MANđ
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Pornstar! Suguru
pairings - Pornstar! Suguru x Camgirl! Reader
warnings - oral (m and f receiving) fingering, p in v sex, Suguru is whipped, so is reader, mentions of masturbation, backshots, creampie, light smacking, choking, Suguru has piercingsss
I've gotten a lot of requests for Pornstar! Suguru from Baby you're a Star, so here's a drabble for him!
Pornstar! Suguru who is just a little nervous when he gets asked to join your OF stream, you are so pretty and you've only done solo, so he knows it's a big deal. You're giggling when he walks into your place, starstruck by him, he was one of the most popular stars there were of course! His violet eyes darken when the two of you are in your cute little room, a bed full of plushies and lit up with pink string lights, silky pink blankets and pillows. 'Girly, huh?' he teases, as if he didn't already know exactly what your room looked like, watching as the ringlight illuminates your pretty body as you strip slowly. 'I do love pink, it's true' you murmur, almost a little shy as his eyes devour you - and why? Thousands of people see you, but it's him.
Pornstar! Suguru has done countless shoots, on and off professional sets, but the way you look right now in the warm glow of the light makes him falter for a moment, before collecting himself, seeing your nerves. 'So pretty, shit I'm sorry...' he trails off, making you instantly relax, taking his hand then and looking under your lashes. 'You're a little more experienced at couples' shoots, can you guide me a bit, Geto?' He nods then, turning you and making you gasp out, then bending you over, beginning the stream. You feel such a thrill as sure hands guide up your thighs, and his big hand smacking your ass and making your tummy clench in desire then at the sting.
Pornstar! Suguru displays you like a fucking prize, as the stream goes insane with comments and tips. You whine out when his long slender fingers find your slit, thighs trembling already, slick making the perfect clicking noise just for both of your fans. 'Fuck, this wet already?' He taunts softly, you just whine out, arching your pretty ass up for more. Suguru sinks two fingers in to the knuckle then, groaning as he feels that grip, curling them up, your head falling back as you cry out in pleasure, as his fingers press that spot in your walls that makes you blinded. He has the audacity to slip his other hand up your spine, leaving goosebumps everywhere, lips against your ear - 'bet I make you feel so much better than that dildo you fuck this pretty pussy with'
Pornstar! Suguru thrives off any of his co stars pleasure. But he is dying to bury his throbbing cock inside you then. You may not know, but he's jerked it to your videos countless times, your pussy was so perfect on camera. But in person? - 'Ngh!' - You're crying out now, he feels your muscles clench, when he slips his fingers out, sucking your sweetness off them. That's when Suguru loses it, your taste fucks him up, before you can process he's on his knees, cool metal of his tongue ring flicking your clit. 'Oh my god I- ah!' You're trembling as his tongue devours you, the moans are not for show. Fuck you've never felt this good, back arching to fuck his handsome face. You pause, whispering - 't-too much, I'm so sorry-' only for him to slip his tongue in and out of your cunt in the most delicious tongue fuck.
Pornstar! Suguru chuckles a bit, leaning up as you look back at him. Your hands are gripping your soft pink blankets as his silken black hair falls against your thighs. 'Keep fucking my face, Princess, s'okay' he starts fucking you with that long pink tongue again, slurping you up so obscene to the thrill of your viewers but it's hard to remember they're there when he curls up in your gummy walls and you're gushing down his face. Pressure hitting your tummy making you scream out, head thrown back, shaking. 'Suguru! I'm cumming!' He chuckles, acting like he's not leaking pre against his pants right now, murmuring - 'cum all over m'face, hmm?'
Pornstar! Suguru you've certainly heard of numerous times from friends, but you did not know how talented he was, when you're cumming so hard and he's drinking it all up, tongue ring clicking right on that little clit while he spreads you wide for the camera. He has to remember to get all your good angles, it's what a costar does. Costars don't bury their face like he's dying to again, and costars certainly don't whimper and touch themselves, but Suguru is too lost in that flavor circling his taste buds, licking your juices off his lips when he stands, smacking your cunt with a sharp tap. He takes your hair in his hands, pulling at it - you agreed to it a little rough before hand - but he still whispers in your ear 'this all okay, love?' and you nod weakly as he pulls you to your knees. 'Yes, I'm good, promise.'
Pornstar! Suguru is of course notorious for being caring and thoughtful, but he's usually not rough on set - it was a bit of a special request, since you so frequently find yourself masturbating to his videos - not that you'd say so! - But of course he was your first and only choice for a partner on cam, you were all too shocked when he said yes. He gently smacks your cheeks each, while you suck him, only serving to make you wetter, but something about your eyes darting up and gazing at his perfect, chiseled body so slow makes his cock even more sensitive, you grind against the bed for friction while he fucks your throat. You study the piercings on his flat brown nipples, thumb brushing over the one on his belly button, but your favorite is the one on his cock, the one you're strategically massaging your tongue on, watching his adam's apple bob as his head falls back.
Pornstar! Suguru always uses protection, but he may or may not have ignored the condoms laying there, and you may or may not have said a thing, just eagerly begging him to fuck you - 'now, please, mnh!' with your ass in the air. He grabs your hips tightly with his huge hands, gentle at first, but then he loses his mind inside your hot, soaking wet cunt, his silken locks falling against your back as he bends over you, cock shoved balls deep. You're stuffed so full you scream out, as his hand grips one of your pretty tits, squishing them and twisting your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your head falls back against him when he just rolls those hips - saying the most filthy things in varying tones. 'Tight little cunt, it's a big stretch isn't it?' he says loud for the cam, but then in your other ear, just a murmur - 'Feel so fuckin' perfect wrapped around me, Princess' the contradictions so sweet and perfect you're shattering in front of him.
Pornstar! Suguru is lost in your scent, your moans, how good you fucking feel, he can't pay attention to the absorbent amount of tips or comments, if he did he may get mad, he doesn't think he'd like to read how badly men wanna fuck you. To know he's your first for a shoot like this gets him feral, possessive, one hand around your throat and squeezing now. 'Cum f'me, huh, lemme feel her grip me so good - hah- there it is' you can't tell what's for show anymore, not when he squeezes under your jaw while he slams his cock in, not when you're cumming and gushing arousal all down his veiny length. Not when you're trembling, and begging - 'cum in me, Suguru please!' like a whole fucking idiot, and not when he does just that, giving you both your first creampies on set.
Pornstar! Suguru gets the perfect shot of that cum oozing out of your pretty, abused little hole, the bright pink of your cunt such a stark contrast to the white ropes pouring. He scowls when he reads the comments, jaw clenched- he doesn't know why but he gets furious, shutting off the camera now and flipping you on your back. You giggle, so breathless, hands brushing his locks as his violet eyes go almost black. 'Done with the shoot?' you ask softly, he nods just a bit, before fingering the cum drooling down your inner thigh, shoving it back in, watching your soppy little hole swallow it. 'Not done with you yet, princess' he murmurs, sucking the mix of you off his fingers, cheeks hollowing before he is right back to fucking you, this time kissing you on your lips- and it's off camera.
Pornstar! Suguru has no issue coming back the next morning with a plan B and breakfast, he'd buy stock in them if he could bust inside you five times in one night again. You're all flustered, somehow you have on his dress shirt, messy hair as you take it with your coffee, and he has the faintest blush on his cheeks. The two of you did so well, a whole fucking sensation. So Suguru has to of course bring you to his house next time, to do another stream the next week, and the two of you can't help each other from doing shoots together constantly. Rumors surround the two of you - are you a couple!? - but both of you never answer them, you both assume the mating presses and desperate kisses behind Suguru's curtain of hair speak for themselves.
Sugu needs more lovvve !!
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SUGURU I LOVE YOU MY SWEET BABYđ«đ« đ
Oh shy!Suguru who has nothing but sweet praises falling from his lips... uh, while giving you such heavy, hard-hitting strokes that you begin to worry; is he going to break you or the bed first? "You take it so well," he mumbles into your neck, "I love you, I love being this close to you..." while he drives every last inch into you as if he's the sex-crazed ovulating mess. No, you can't say you ever suspected shy!Suguru of having such an insane sex drive, but you did catch a naughty look in his eye. And yeah, he was hot and horny for you from the very moment he met you... now worse, he's downright obsessed with you... come on, can you blame him? He hasn't sunk his dick into pussy this good for a long time. Now he's got your eyes rolling into the back of your head, oh, no, worse than that, he's got you shuddering and crying and freaking out because no other man has ever fucked you quite as ruthlessly as him. And if you guessed that he was trying to ruin you for other men, you'd be right â he was trying to make sure you remembered how deep he hit, how much he stretched your slutty holes open, how sweetly he talked you through your little orgasms. Shy!suguru was not shy in the bedroom. Oh god no. He he had no shame. The sheets got soaked and he wanted round 2 before you could catch your breath â he was a sweaty mess, had just given you the fucking of a god-damned lifetime that you'd definitely feel in your hips and legs tomorrow, but he still gave you this innocent pleading look, begged you for more like he was starved of sex, "Baby, just one more. I'll be gentle." and no he fucking wasn't, the liar â if anything, he was rougher than the first round. But you had hardly a complaint, too stuck on how it felt to get all your favorite gummy soft spots destroyed by your new favorite boy.

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CAN WE GET MORE RECOGNITION FOR LAWYER GOJO PLZđ
I love doing these the more Gojos I write lol!
Who is your favorite Gojo of mine so far (My fave is ACTUALLY Duke Gojo let the record be known I'm toxic aha, the next fave is Pornstar) I'm not including oneshots / headcanons or short series, but if that's yours drop it!
I write this man too fkn much MY GOD also I'd love to see why they're your fave if you feel like sharing hehe
#gojo x reader#tumblr polls#gojo smut#satoru gojo x you#jjk gojo#tumblr poll#satoru x reader#jujustu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk smut#mooties âĄ
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