OBSESSED: SHOKO (feat. The Boys)
A/N: This took an entirely different route than I expected when I first started dribbling it. This was a fun one đ€
C/W: Cuckholding, Mature, 18+
Fact: You are the hottest woman alive.
Fact: Shoko is no better than a man.
Shoko is no better than a man because she has used you â your pictures, your smile, your tight hugs â as her personal spank bank.
Truthfully, she canât really pinpoint the moment you broke her brain.
All she remembers is that there was an inflection point in time. Before meeting you. And after meeting you.
And the funniest part of it all is that you two have nothing in common.
Shoko is a sorcerer at Jujutsu Tech. You are a normie at University of Tokyo.
Shoko can count on one hand how many people she can tolerate. People flock to you in droves. And you like it.
Shoko is red wine and cigarettes. You are champagne and birthday cake.
So how the hell did a bubble gum, pretty pink, girly girl, princess work her way into Shokoâs life? And take permanent residence in a little (extremely large) part of her brain?
Not to mention the havoc you are wreaking in her heart. Whatever is left of the cold, shriveled plumbing system keeping her alive.
When was it exactly?
Shoko lights another cigarette on her short 2 mile walk home. You have a habit of making her burn through her vices.
Was it the night you went out dancing?
When the dress you wore made Shoko see God?
You grinded every part of your mind-altering curves on her, and Shoko left sopping wet. At home she immediately reached for her vibrator. Unable to look herself in the eye for a full day after that.
Or maybe it was the time you fell asleep curled up in her lap. Wearing one of her old ratty softball shirts, smelling like her shampoo. Small, rhythmic breaths flowing from your lips.
You looked like the missing puzzle piece in Shokoâs life.
No, no.
Itâs definitely was the time you came barreling into her apartment with balloons and flowers and cupcakes that were too sweet. All because Shoko had finally mastered her reversed curse technique before the prodigal sons.
You can barely even grasp the concept of curses. And why would you?
A soft, gentle soul like you couldnât muster enough negativity to form a curse.
You live in the clouds. Among the angels. You canât see curses and yet â somehow âyouâre the most supernatural person in any room.
Sheâs completely, fully, idiotically smitten with you.
And so is everybody else.
You pretty, unaware little thing. You have the two strongest sorcerers at Jujutsu Tech and their personal medic wrapped around your dainty fingers and you have no idea.
Suguru? He stares. Vision sharper than a hawk. He watches you talk, eat, walk, text, think. Suguru anticipates your next breath and would kiss oxygen into your mouth if he could. Even still, despite how taken he is, Suguru is the best at concealing his puppy love.
Satoru is the absolute worst.
Limitless goes off the second you step into a room. And Satoru rarely clicks off his technique otherwise. Even when itâs just Shoko or Suguru around.
He all but chains you to his body. Heâs always lifting you, hugging you, carrying you, holding your hand, holding your hair. Satoru would crawl inside of your body and live there, if he could.
Then thereâs Shoko.
Who seethes when anyone looks your way. But also masturbates to the thought of other people touching you.
A fucking mess of a conundrum, right?
The first time it happened was about 8 months ago. Definitely one too many glasses of Cabernet were poured. You two were gabbing on the phone. Exchanging the best and worst sex youâve had to date.
And you. In that melodic, breathy, gossamer thin voice of yours that belongs in Heavenâs choir started saying the dirtiest things. About how cock-drunk you were. How you begged and pleaded for more. Swallowed cum like it was your only sustenance. And squirted all over your lover, only to kiss it off his face after.
Shoko touched herself until she came right then and there. On the phone. You unknowingly talking her through her one of the most satisfying orgasms of her life.
Since then itâs been a horrible habit sheâs given into time and time again.
And whoâs to say? Maybe itâs from constantly being in the shadows of Suguruâs Sun and Satoruâs Moon that thereâs comfort in watching from the side lines?
Maybe sheâs found the sweet pleasure in that pain and itâs manifested as her lust for others having their way with you? And her blind infatuation with you?
No, wait.
Not blind.
With you itâs like she has the Six Eyes. And with you, so does everyone else.
Shoko drags in a long, exasperated breath. Pausing just outside her apartment entrance, stomping out the last of her menthol.
If the time she spent mulling over you in her mind could be converted caloric energy - sheâd be a supermodel by now.
Whatever.
Todayâs the best day of the week. Friday.
Which means when Shoko opens her door, youâre going to be fussing about the kitchen. Cooking some kind of dessert for Movie Night.
The Boys usually trip over themselves getting to Shokoâs apartment after classes. But thereâs always an idyllic 15 minutes where Shoko has you all to herself.
15 minutes in Heaven. Like sheâs a damn middle school girl.
Shoko opens her door and nearly flatlines.
Youâre evil.
An evil, mean, cruel tease.
You KNOW anyone with eyes would have a stroke at the site of you.
Fully bent over at the waist, rummaging through pots and pans. Not a single blemish on your silky smooth skin. Your lilac boy shorts could not BE any tighter. And of course, theyâre just short enough to not cover the plump shelf of your lower ass cheeks.
Shokoâs hands start twitching. Like sheâs going through withdrawal.
You pop back up with a triumphant âthere it is!â An empty small pot in your hands. And Shoko thinks sheâll have to add a heart attack to her growing list of ailments.
Your matching lilac tank top is egregiously and deliciously small. The sliver of tummy between the hem of the top and waist of your shorts could bring civilizations to collapse.
Not to mention that the apartment is cold. And your nipples are so painfully responsive.
Sin.
You are sin.
Wrapped in the most beautiful frame of a woman.
âBabe!! Youâre already home. I let myself in because the icing for these cupcakes takes forever to get right.â
You flash your Colgate smile, ensnaring Shoko in your trap.
âYouâre going to give Satoru and Suguru a heart attack.â Her, youâre going to give her a heart attack.
âHmm? Why do you say that?â So non-chalant. So oblivious.
Shoko gestures to your outfit. Attempting to mirror your nonchalance. But, ironically, she can feel her face tumbling down the descending shades of red.
Genuine confusion weaves though your features and she almost screams.
âShoko please. You know they donât see me that way!â
Everyone, gorgeous. EVERYONE. Sees you that way.
Before she could edge another word out, the familiar hum of Limitless buzzing inward splits Shokoâs thoughts in half.
Dammit, theyâre early.
âDaddyâs Home!â
Satoru charges straight at you because of course he would.
âSatoru!!!â Youâre a plaything in his arms. Legs tightening around his waist.
Shoko would pay an inordinate amount of money to trade places with him.
She watches through an envy-green screen. How easily Satoru spins you and tosses you on the kitchen counter. Situating himself between your soft thighs.
How would your body bounce against his hips thrusting into you?
âYou have to taste this, pretty boy.â
Tsk. Heâs not THAT pretty.
Both Shoko and Suguru watch through parted lips as you shove half a cupcake into Satoruâs mouth. Neither of you miss how his tongue flicks between your fingers. Or how his hips lean closer to your barely clothed flower.
He lets out an exaggerated groan. âFucking, perfect. I could eat your cupcake..all night.â
âYou perv.â
You laugh and shove Satoru back from between your legs. Then turn in Shokoâs direction.
Silently curving your index finger forward, you beckon. Both Shoko and Suguru start toward you like well-trained, love-struck pets.
âNo pouting Suguru, youâre pretty too. And up next.â
And Shokoâs shoulders sink like the child who is picked last for dodge ball teams.
Her eyes trail Suguruâs back - wishing to every God she was born with a technique allowing her to take over a hostâs body.
âMe next.â He settles between your legs.
Suguru, the master of subtlety. Everyone but you can pick up on the strain in his baritone.
Thereâs something so painfully sensual about the way he grips both of your thighs. Your skin is so smooth, so pliant under his large hands. Waiting on your fingers to invade his mouth.
How pretty would your lips look like wrapped around his fingers? Do your cheeks hollow out when you suck on something larger?
Shoko crosses her right foot over the left. As if jamming her thighs together would stop the growing pool of lust between her legs.
âAlright babe, best for last. I have something for you too.â
Suguru takes his time pulling away from the warmth of your core. And Shoko has to strap her mind to her body to keep from sprinting at you.
Eventually, she nestles between your legs and is at eye level with your pert nipples. Immediately caught in a trance. So close to her mouth.
âBlushing so much!â Your thumb pulls Shokoâs focus back to earth.
Blushing so much because she wants to watch her best friends fuck you. Then lick your cunt clean after theyâre done.
âIâm not, whatâs my surprise?â
âSo demanding.â You giggle. Your palm takes away Shokoâs view of your perky, hard nipples.
âOpen.â
Shokoâs jaw hangs at your command. Cold glass hits her lips before the full bodied, decadent Cabernet does.
Red wine. Because she hates sweets.
Youâre as thoughtful as you are beautiful and everything you do is a turn on.
âMmmm,â Shoko hums and you gift her vision back.
âAmazing, right?â You take your own sip, maintaining eye contact.
Shokoâs eyes fall to your lips. And how you roll the wine over your tongue. Savoring each drop.
How would your tongue feel rolling around her mouth? Her neck? Her nipple? What kind of sounds would you make if her tongue rolled around your petals? Your clit? What do you tasteâ
âMovie time?â You break Satoru, Suguru and Shokoâs daze.
All three of them scramble around you. Grabbing your cupcakes, snacks and wine to settle in on Shokoâs huge sectional couch.
You drape your body over Satoru and Suguruâs lap. A little loose limbed kitten. Shoko situates herself on the long arm of her chair.
Far enough to drown into her own spiral. Close enough to register everything you do in the the most permanent part of her mind.
You nuzzle your cheek into Suguruâs thigh. His forearm immediately drops in front of his crotch. Undoubtedly to avoid spearing you with his manhood.
âPlay with my hair, Suguru?â
âYes. Of course.â
His free hand weaves into your hair. The soft, decadent moan you exhale sent visible shudders down their spines.
Shokoâs eyes laser to Satoruâs hands. His eyes havenât touched the screen since the movie began. His grasp encompasses your entire back thighs. Slowly gliding them up to the delicate mounds of your ass.
âGod that feels amazing.â
Satoruâs Adams Apple drags along the column of his throat. âYeah?â
âSo good.â
You deepen the arch in your back and the physical restraint Satoru imposes on himself is visible.
The only person watching the movie is you.
And the room tilts on its axis the moment you melt deeper into the boysâ hands. Their names, quiet praise, seep from your lips.
Satoru and Suguru exchange hooded gazes.
As if to commiserate about how fucking hot you are. And how itâs taking active awareness of every single muscle to not do vulgar things to you.
Not even a backward glance Shokoâs way.
Again.
Leaving Shoko out of the conversation. Again.
She angrily tosses a blanket over her lap. Frustration bubbling up her throat. Her fingers clumsily fumble with her zipper. Sheâs pissed. Angry. Fucking jealous.
And so turned on she might crawl out of her skin if she doesnât touch herself this goddamn second.
Shokoâs fingers are ice cold against her warm, wet clit. Itâs agonizing. How incredible the pressure feels.
You look delicious. So small between their laps. Far too tiny to handle them both.
But God it would be so hot.
It would be so fucking hot. To watch you choke all over Suguruâs cock. Slobber into his lap. All while Satoru bullies his length into your soft, dewy pussy. Helpless. Overstimulated.
Getting used like the pretty Barbie doll you are.
And the way they touch you, so brazenly, in front of her.
Like Shokoâs presence isnât even remotely threatening. She isnât any competition for their big hands and broad shoulders. Masculine frames. Thatâs why sheâs just sitting there. Pathetic. Rubbing herself dumb just watching.
She would be so happy, so fucking eager to lap you clean. Pet your swollen, abused folds when theyâre done with you. Hump a pillow while she sucks your nipples. Youâd moan and whine and squirm under her touch.
Would you beg? Or laugh at how pitiful she is? Getting off to remnants of you when the Boys have had their way?
Shoko accidentally choking on her own drool draws almost everyoneâs attention to her. The hand that was molesting her sensitive bud freezes.
Suguruâs eyes flicker back down to you, sleeping beauty.
Their coordinated touch lulled you to bed. Satoruâs eyes linger on Shoko long enough to make her simmer under his gaze. She blinks back to the movie, credits now scrolling up the screen.
How long was Shoko day dreaming?
âLetâs get her to bed.â Suguru gently pulls you onto his chest. You sleepily drape your arms around his neck.
Satoru follows close behind him into Shokoâs room. Because putting the smallest little kitten to bed is a two person job.
Shoko scrambles to zip up her hands and swipe the last of her arousal on the blanket. She gets to the doorway and watches the Boys dote over you in a way that makes them slightly more endearing.
You wake up long enough to murmur goodnight. Floating your arms in the air so the boys can bring their hugs to you. Both of them place quick pecks on your forehead. Leaving you with the cutest, most content smile on your sleepy face.
At least Suguru can hold it together. He weaves out of Shokoâs room quickly.
Satoru, however, keeps stopping along the 10 foot pace to the doorway to just stare. As if a monster from your nightmares will pop up the second he leaves you alone.
Shoko snorts, arms crossing her chest. âPut it back in your pants, yes?â
âLook who is talking.â Sly grin pulls across Satoruâs perfect, blinding teeth. Shoko could punch him right now.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âIeiri. I have the fucking six eyes. What do you think Iâm talking about.â
Satoru wires around Shokoâs stunned body.
He and Suguru are out of her apartment before she can bat her eyelashes 5 times.
Shoko all but sprints to the kitchen. She gulps the rest of her red wine. Something. Anything to burn Satoruâs comment out of her mind. And to put out the desperate flame between her legs.
Youâre in her bed.
Sheâs just been masturbating watching her two best friends touch you.
One of her best friends is FULLY aware of this all.
Her hands shakenly pour another, head sized glass of Cabernet. Which is doing absolutely nothing for how lusty she feels right now. And everything to destroy her self control.
Why does she have to sit on the sidelines?
Why do they get access to you that she doesnât?
She downs the last few drops of red wine. Storming back to her room. Sheâs going to confront this once and for all.
Youâre strewn over her bed like a silk scarf. Rolling, tender hills of flesh. Valleys of feminine curves. Shoko grips both of your dainty wrists. Tossing you onto your back.
Sleepy groans bubble out of you. Your eyes lazily slide open. Not an ounce of concern on your face. Full of trust. Even though Shoko is glaring down at you like she wants to crawl in your skin.
âBad dream?â
âNo.â Shoko is kurt. Angry. Jealous.
âWhat is it?â
âI justâŠâ Moonlight is kissing your face in the way Shoko wants to.
âT-The boys,â Your eyes flutter expectantly. Nose crinkling in fuzzy confusion.
âThe-the boys always get to touch you. And pick you up. And tuck you in. And kiss you. And-and I-im justâŠâ
âDo you want to kiss me?â
Shoko hears her heart stop beating.
What did you just ask? So casually. As if you didnât just catapult her into ïżŒanother dimension.
âH-huh? What?â Shoko didnât hear you right.
Thereâs no way.
âI asked if you want to kiss me.â Something other than innocence lines your voice. And it pets Shokoâs flame
âIâI uh. M-. Yes.â
âSo kiss me.â
Only one second of shocked hesitation passes before Shoko crashes her lips into yours.
Of course your lips taste like this. Marshmallow soft. Cotton candy sweet. Mini explosions of pleasure surge in all directions of her body.
âGod,â Shoko groans, bringing the back of your head impossibly closer to her.
Melting into the soft hills and rolls of your sweet tongue. Shoko whines into your mouth like the desperate puppy she is. Sheâs drunk. Intoxicated. And it has nothing to do with the wine.
Do you know that?
Have you always known?
How does anyone ever make it out of their embrace with you with their wits about them?
âBaby,â you sigh into Shokoâs swollen lips.
Her hands tremble against your waist. Twitching to explore. Dying to map every inch of your body.
She lets out little, staccato moans of protest when you pull away.
âFeel better?â
Your starry eyes sparkle between Shokoâs. Sleepy, pretty smile playing on your puffy lips.
Shoko nods wordlessly. Youâve already stolen her logic and her heart. Might as well add her voice to the list.
You place a chaste kiss on Shokoâs lips before cocooning underneath the sheets.
Like you didnât just make her fall in love.
âGoodnight, baby.â
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squirting for the first time with jjk men?? đ«
â SLIPPERY WHEN WET! â
sukuna, toji, getĆ, gojo, namami, choso. jjk men and their reaction to making you squirt for the first time
total wc. 3.6k
warnings. fem!reader, degradation, squirting, overstim, praise, fingering, unprotected sex, p*ssydrunk men, dumbification, pussyspanking, toy usage, edging. MDNI
FUSHIGURO â TOJI
âhm? ainât no guy ever make ya squirt before?â he grunts. and youâre just absentmindedly being stuffed, both of your wrists gripped back with toji holding onto them, his strokes were mean and demanding. your head continued to thump and bounce against the soft silk pillow that rested underneath your head. all you could make out was a sweet pathetic ânuh-uhâ and toji raises his thin eyebrows in amusement. âno babyâŠ? not even once?â
âno- donât think i can, i tried myself butâŠâ
he snickers. âsilly girl. trust me, you can squirt,â you bit your lip, eyes nearly rolling back from his jagged thrusts, its so good you nearly feel drool start to run down the corners of your mouth, how embarrassing it wasâyet you remained stupid from his dick, feeling the warmth of your pussy clench tight against him. âwant me to test it out?â
âyeah,â you whine, your voice was a mere soft mewl, an almost mumble practically, and toji gifts your ass with a spank, eliciting a moan from your mouth. he grows cocky the minute a huh? leaves his mouth. so you correct yourself with a ây-yes.â
ââŠ.âyeahâ what girl,â he groans, skimming his dark green eyes down to see how your body jerks underneath him. his weight lightly hovers against you, and heâs still got a firm grip with your wrists, having you pitifully tongue-tied. âtaught you how to speak to me. so letâs try that again.â
arrogant bastard, what your thoughts originally saidâmaking you purposely repeat yourself, but his cock always always made up for it.
âplease,â you choke out, moaning from the way he deepens his thrusts just a tad bit, your mouth starts to water from the way your pussy twitches in content. âmake me squirt toji. please. i wanna be messy for you.â
âaw thatâs my girl,â he purrs, releasing his grip from your wrists, yet it remains still against your bare back, his thrusts snap against you to where a cute gasp leaves your lips. âbut oh, youâve been messy though, but thereâs nothing wrong with that, princess,â he teases, such mockery escaping from his tone. ârelax for me, yeah? youâll feel it when it comes.â
âokay,â you moaned, your left cheek pressed up against the white sheets of the mattress. it was cute, your face being up against the bed as youâre being absolutely stuffed and pounded. you felt yourself tightening from the insideâa coil desperately awaiting to be snapped, a feeling you never knew you could feel, and you probably looked so dumb. âokay okay o-okay.â
you cutely kept sputtering, repeating and bracing yourself. toji brings a rough hand towards the back of your neck as heâs ramming his fat length from behind you, such thrusts has your body spasming and crying out for more, it feels like a orgasm being snatched away from you.
âgive it to me, girl.â he grunts, giving your ass another mean spank. the immense build up. your legs judder continuously to where your mind goes blank like an empty canvas, empty..
âa-ah t-tojiâ!â you squeaked, and heâs so ruthless whenever it came to you, each time you try to sit up to turn around he shoved your head lightly back down, itâs so cute. âfuck, fuck. f-fuck, âs about to-â and a gasp interrupts your words the minute you squirt all down his shaft to his base, your sweet juices sheath and sheath all the way down and itâs so warm and hot.
the minute you end up squirting, your legs felt so weak, it just quavered and shook. âoh my g-god,â you sobbed, and he slows his sloppy thrusts against your cunt downâleaning up close to you, direct and personal. âthere we go mama, my messy fuckinâ squirter,â he whispers, heâs pressed against your ass and wraps a few fingers around your neck. planting a kiss underneath your chin he murmurs. âyou made such a mess. howâs it feel?â
âgood. but feels w-wet toji.â
âeheh, well yeah girl, thatâs kinda the point.â he snickers, playfully sinking his teeth into your neck, giving it a teasing nibble.
SUKUNA â RYĆMEN
âhm? make you squirt huh? so greedy.. my fingering isnât enough for you?â sukuna teases and youâre laid flat on your back with your legs lazily lifted up, more like heâs holding them up for you.
you moaned, feeling him slide a single digit in and out. he sneaks a wet kiss against your thigh before leaning in to press his lips against your pussy, tasting how sweet you were. â...kuna âm not greedy, just wanna see what it feels like, please..â
âyou are greedy,â he grunts, giving your cunt a swift spank to make your legs twitch, âbut sure thing.â he mutters, warm minty breath going against your clit. your head goes back and your mouth slightly opens and parts from the way heâs fingering you and eating you out. his lips latch and lock against your folds to make your eyes roll back. he was so filthy with his tongue let alone his fingers.
you sucked your teethâfeeling his two fingers push deep in and out, going past against that spot each time, instead of your eyes rolling you were practically crossed eyed.
âf-fuck, fuck, âs good âkuna...â
âi know. you keep saying that, dumb girl. quit talkinâ and start squirting.â and you lose count of how many mean slaps he gives your pussy. heâs so mean, yet found every few seconds to praise you and let you know how good youâre doing.
âh-hurry up and make me then.â
âlittle girl, watch it.â he grunts, gifting you a glare, his eyes pierce against yours before he sits up, spitting right on your pussy with a rough spat, he runs a single middle finger down your slit to snatch the tiny brat left in you. you meet eye contact and your slick was very much glistening his chin, being soaked with your sweetness.
your legs were so close, just the epitome of the word jittery with how it just shook, never once staying still. the stimulation he created with his tongue let alone his fingers, it had your mind boggled. âthink âm getting close, f-fuck.â
âuh huh. fuckinâ bet you are.â he whistles in responseâgrabbing ahold of his dick and you let off a cute gasp at the way he swipes his throbbing leaky pre-swollen tip against your wetness. âlook at that, princess.
so eager to jusâ swallow me up.â and he slowly makes his way inside your cunt, immediately your walls hug him as a response and youâre just at the very limit. âcome on, let go for me. you dont gotta be shy around me, neither does this wet pussy.â
the minute you squirtâŠitâs embarrassing, sukuna only smacks about five deep thrusts against your cunt and youâre already making a mess all over his base. âs-so good.â youâd cry out, and heâs staring at you.
a grunt departs his lips before he leans in to kiss you, pulling out only to ghost his fingers against your clit.
âyouâre such a nasty girl,â he murmurs against your lips, you moanâtasting your own slick that ran down his chin, the sharp edges of his teeth playfully nibbling down on your lip. his body heat against yours made you feel tingly and even more in such heat. âtell me youâre my nasty girl, baby.â
âi-iâm a nasty girl, âkuna.â you moaned.
he gives you a dead stareâand you whine once he slips two fingers inside your throbbing pussy.
âiâm your nasty girl, âkuna.â you rephrased, and a cocky grin forms on his lips.
âwhat a good obident girl. think i like you.â
NANAMI â KENTO
âyou sure sweetheart?â he asks in a soft mumble, he has a wand in hand. the ringing of the toy rings against your ears as your legs were sprawled apart for him. âyou want me to make youâŠsquirt?â
âyes p-please, kento.â you nod, the cuteness bestowed upon your lips was beyond words to describe. the way your lip quivered, it was barely up a few notches yet you throbbed and throbbed. despite it only being a good ten minutes. youâre just a whimpering mess.
eager to touch yourself, you reach down to play with your pussy before he grabs it, kissing the back of your hand.
he chuckles. âoh babyâŠbaby, gotta keep those hands to yourself if you want me to make you messy. okay? no touching.â
âs-sorry kento.â
âaw, donât be sorry. squirt, princess.â he teases, a hum underneath his tone he was so gentle with you, with his touch yet your legs felt like they were pretty much about to give out.
the stimulation made your teeth nearly chatter, toes clench and your back nearly arching. he finds you to be so pretty like this. flat on your chest, drool running down your mouth against the pillow with your mind empty.
you hold in a moan, teeth lightly piercing down on your lip to help silence yourself from the immense pleasure, the overstim from just releasing had your chin just hovering over your arm.
âo-one more level kento.â
âmore? itâs gonna be on four, dunno if my cute whiney princess can handle that.â
âp-please, need it. i wanna-â
you moan at the swift sound of nanami swiping a thumb across the vibrating toy feeling the impulses throb against your sweet cunt, indeed it now being a level higher from three and itâs so good you can just taste the urge to let yourself go.
the sudden feeling of his sneaking fingers to brush and slither against your puffy folds was just enough to send you to burstâyour mouth slightly went agape, and youâre just stupid. ân-nanami.â
âso dumbstruck you said nanami instead of kento, such a sweet thing,â and you end up squirting the minute he rubs the toy in a circular motionâmaneuvering it against you along with fingers to ghost and run alongside your achy pussy. âeasy, âs okay. lie down on your chest. jusâ let go for me baby, yeah.â
âsuch a gorgeous girl,â he whispers in awe, leaning down to kiss your clit which turns to countless smooches, mwah after mwah and your legs were practically mush by now. âlet me clean you all up with my tongue, âm your husband, least i could do. so relax for me, my love.â
SUGURU â GETO
âoh? iâve made you squirt before, no?â he cackles, leaning back against the headrest of the couch.
âno,â you whined, still getting over your post-orgasm, his cock stood firm inside of you, such inches of his kept you warm with your hands pressed against his chest. geto stares at you with intrigued darkened eyes. having you sat on his lap, legs still barely recovered a few minutes ago. âdonât think you ever did...â
geto grips your waist, sliding a tongue across his lips before muttering in a sly coy tone. âmhm hmm,â and heâs so sassy, even having the audacity to roll his eyes at you. black specks of hair trickle down and paint the lower half of his body. getoâs happy trail was always appetizing to look at.
âthis your little way of asking me to make you soak yourself on me, angel? how cute.â he grins.
ââŠsuguââ and you gasp at the way he grunts the minute the pads of his thumbs lightly press and pierce into your skin. he starts making you bounce against him and your mouth opens, such lewd whines exit your lips before you throw your arms around his neck.
âwanna squirt, do it yourself. fuck me baby. show me how bad you want it,â and he groans how heâs so stuffed. so full of cum still, hefty base pounding and thwacking back against your pussy. âyouâre a big girl. do it y-yourself, mhmâŠshit.â
he was so teasingly sly, making you rut yourself against him, in the end you always had to do pretty much everything yourself whenever it came to geto.
ââŠokay,â you choked out, and he playfully leans back â tiny beads of sweat running down the side of his forehead as well as the very middle part of his chiseled v-line.â
it felt so good, youâre dumbly grating your teeth together, still so sensitive, the only cacophony that left your lips was cute whimpers of, âs-sugu,â ââŠwant you sâbad,â and even, âyouâre so mean.â
he chuckles at how dumb you grew out to be simply from being stuffed full of thick inches of his dick. âgotta be mean to deal with a pussy this wet.â
his girth had you running for your money, toes clinching as you started to rollick and jerk your hips against him, reaching a hand down to play with yourself before you whine. âf-feel it, suguru.â
âyeah? what are you waitinâ for then?â he purrs.
he chuckled at the sudden moments where youâd grow quiet â he knows how good heâs getting underneath your skin with his vexatious teasing.
his cock expanded in and out the more you moved your hips against him, your soft breaths getting caught in your throat before it comes, you squirt at the same time geto came and heâs caught off guard by the sticky messy feeling, heâs the one who slips off a whine. âs-shit..â
it came out a lotâŠ
let alone with him soaking your cunt full of his own, you really felt stuffed and full to the very depths of it, it felt like a sharp coil within you snapped. geto starts panting, and he takes a moment to blink before grunting, staring away with a flustered face. âdonât look at me. finish fucking me, hmph.â
SATORU â GOJO
âpretty please, âtoru,â youâd whine out, and he was just straight up cocky and mean, teasing you with having you on all fours, impatient and desperately desperate. âi wannaâŠwanna squirt.â
âi know you do,â he laughs, playfulness ran all over his tone before he gives your ass a squeeze. that earned a needy moan out of you and you but down on your lip while staring at the fat sheets of the mattress underneath you. âare you asking me to make you squirt or are ya tellinâ me, pretty girl?â
he was so infuriating. even while being plugged in with so much of his thick inches, even just barely with the way he kept swiping his fat tip against your slit, awaiting you.
ââŠ.âm asking, s-satoru.â
he whirrs a playful tone before flipping you over on your back to face him, and then he smiles. âokay. if thatâs what you want,â and his voice was so lowâa tad bit raspy with pompous smugness all over his sentences. âsince i know how impatient ân horny you are all the damn time, iâll make ya squirt in about one minute.â
a minute?
was that even possibleâyou always heard about how it would take at least longer than that but then you remembered who you were dealing with. gojo satoru and his long pretty fingers that never failed to stretch your pussy out. he was forever proud of that fact, heâd make you soaking wet from not only his dick, his mouth, but especially his fingers.
âitâs gonna get messy, âm warning you,â he teases, pulling you up a bit to place a towel down underneath your back. he leans in to pepper kisses underneath your chin before seconds later, he moves his length aside with a grip â before slowly stuffing a single long finger inside, which after a few milliseconds, turns into another. ânow, iâm gonna need you to be a good wet girl and jusâ relax for me.â
his words were soothing. you could hardly comprehend anything so his sentences went straight towards your clit, throbbing and throbbing you wanted more. he finds it cute how you grip onto his wrist, babbling about how you donât want him to stop. âo-okay, satoru. okay.â
you shudder at the feeling of him grazing a thumb down your slit and he moves his head down between your legs to blow softly against your pussy and you moan, feeling him create a good amount of pressure to where you bare down against his fingers easily as if it came natural.
âsweet girl,â he groans, giving your pussy a kittenish suck. your eyes went back in pleasure and you whined at the feeling of his two fingers just smacking in and out of you now. the noises, they were so loud you could hardly even believe it was coming out of you. âhear how wet this sloppy pussy is? yeah girl, thatâs you.â
his words that went through your ear and out the other and it got you so wet. his degradation had you pulsing, you felt the inside of your tummy tighten, muscles clenching with you lying down on your back, bracing yourself. gojo was patient with you, occasionally bringing soft kisses towards your clit. you whined before he started to grow more feral, sucking and latching his tongue against your folds while still having two fingers stuffed inside your pussy.
your brain doesnât even process youâre squirting before gojo lets off a, âoopsie,â the minute you squirt out on his fingers, the front tips of his fingers massage and toy and prod against that spot you always grew to knowâand you moan at the way he easily stole a orgasm from you like that, within a single span of a minute.
âaw. you look like you just saw your life flash before your eyes, baby,â then he sits up to face you. both arms pressed around you before muttering in a teasing tone, âwant a taste? open your mouth.â
and he gives you the most sloppiest kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat before grunting, you moan in his mouth. your legs wrapped around his slim waist before he squeezes a hand down on your pussy only to spank it roughly, breaking away for a bit before whispering, âgood girl. now gimme one more. wanna see if i can do it within thirty seconds.â
CHOSO â KAMO
âb-babyâŠyou wanna do that?â choso mumbles, staring in awe as the both of you watched some random eight minute compilation of women squirting. he was staring intently, and then he only grew more flustered at picturing you like that. legs all spread, eyes rolled back and maybe your tongue stupidly lolled out. âum.. squirt?â
âyesâŠâ you nodded, sitting on his lap. he throbbed behind you, still a bit tingly from his recent orgasm of fucking you.
you pressed against his back and his chin cutely rests against your shoulder. chosoâs always been a bit inexperienced whenever it came to well, women. heâs had sex sureâŠ.but he doesnât think heâs ever made a girl do this, this thing called squirting. not until you brought it up.
the more he watched it, the more he moaned to himself at imagining you being all messy like that.
âokay baby, i can do it,â he murmurs in a soft voice.
he brings a hand between your legs and pries it open just a bit, âlie back,â he moans, seeing your legs sprawl open slowly for him made him lick his lips, he was so hungry for you. you had the phone in your hand so he could watch, imitate the exact ways to make a woman squirt with ease and it was so cute how attentive he was. âs-stimulate the umâŠg-spot a little like this,â he mumbles to himself, and you moan once he slowly inserts two slender long fingers inside your pussy, you were so wet he lets off a cute, âo-ohâŠ.â
his eyes multitasked, turning its focus towards you and the screen that played the lewd video at the same time. âlike that c-choso, please.â
âiâm doing a good job?â he says, and itâs almost into a form of a whine. all because heâs so desperate to hear your praise and approval, he feels his stomach flip in a good way at feeling you nod against his chest, affirming him to not stop. âokay, okay,â he mutters. âadd a little umâŠp-pressure, consistent pressure until you feel a spongey like texture deep towards the clit.â
you moaned, his words matched his fingers, you tried to squeeze your thighs together but remembered you couldnât because they were open.
your head rested back against his chest and with a right hand squeezing down onto his thigh, you felt your leg start to bounce. âm-more.â
âdonât wanna rush this baby,â he kisses the back of your forehead. a small pout going across your lips before he continues, pausing to hear the voice on the video thatâs instructing speak.
he leans against your ear, strands of his hair poking against you before he murmurs. âbare against my fingers princess. squeeze down a little ân relax. can you do that?â
you choke out a moan once you obey his words, doing exactly what he says before you feel a sudden rush reaching out, you never felt this feeling before such a high you craved and chased you felt dizzy, a good kind of a dizzy.
âc-choso, âs coming, âs coming,â you moaned, your legs not able to hold themselves still. he has a perfect bowling ball grip with his fingers, stroking gently against you to where your mouth salivates with your own saliva.
ââŠfuck,â you sobbed, the warmth of him massaging his long fingers inside of you made you taste every number of tastebuds that resided on your tongue.
the moment you gush out and squirt, coating his fingers clean of your sheeny pretty slick, you flop back against his chest and you can ever hear a tiny gasp leave his lips. âw-wow,â he whispers in shock â with how much you squirted, he was so fascinated, growing more and more curious and it was adorable. âcan youâŠcan we do that again? please?â
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>good evening puddin pops !
>so sorry for my absence the past week itâs been a rough one tbh
>i found out my laptop is gonna cost $600 to repair so iâve been sulking đ
>but iâve also been working on a lot of things so donât think i forgot about you all !
>lots of progress made on the firefighter!satosugu x reader so i think i can say youâll be seeing it this weekend at the latest \(^ăź^)/
>sakusa collab fic and a few other things not on my upcoming tag are also on the way
>we hit over 200 friends while i was gone đ„č thank you so so much for sticking with me, reading my works and hangin out with us over here âĄïžâĄïžâĄïž
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Melon destroyed (goals updated)
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I Belong With You and Only You(Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader)
warnings: fluff, mentions of shaving, domesticity, smut, fellatio(male receiving oral sex)
word count: 1.3k
pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader
summary: you always love watching Nanami during his morning routine, but this morning you don't want him to leave for work
a/n: This is for @beneathstarryskies as without you, I wouldn't have posted this at all. Thanks for being so kind to me.
Mornings are very routine in your household. You sleep a few extra minutes as Kento gets up early. He takes his time getting ready, making sure everything is perfect. You always listen to the roar of the shower as you lay in bed. You already miss him, rolling over to rest on his side. You press your face in his pillow, inhaling his beautiful scent. He smells like expensive cologne that youâve complimented him on before. Musky and leathery with a hint of sandalwood.
You get up from the bed, slipping your feet into the house slippers that are well-worn and loved. Then you pad your way into the bathroom, hoping to catch Kento before heâs gotten dressed for the day.
Leaning against the doorway, you admire your husband. Heâs got shaving cream on his face as he prepares himself for a shave. Heâs always shaved every single day, which always makes you wonder what he could look like if he were to let his facial hair grow out. The thought of Kento with a beard excites you in ways you never even thought possible.
He turns to look at you, a smirk buried beneath all that shaving cream. He loves it when you watch him do his morning routine. Itâs one of his favorite things about the mornings. To him, itâs so intimate to share a moment like this. It allows him to bring down those walls he puts up for everyone else and be so vulnerable for you.
You approach him slowly, wrapping your arms around his broad frame. Your lips feel so warm and soft on his skin as you press kisses all along his back. Kento has never felt more loved in his life than whenever heâs with you. Your softness pulls this warmth from deep inside him and it makes him forget all his trauma.
âGood morning, sweetheart.â He says, picking up his razor. âAre you going to make breakfast?â
You giggle softly, âHmmâŠno.â
He raises an eyebrow, âNo? ButâŠyou always make me breakfast whenever you wake up with me.â
You continue pressing soft kisses all over his back and shoulders. You have to be on your tiptoes to reach the highest spots. He shudders under your soft touch and sweet affections. Then he turns around and heâs got some shaving cream in his hand. You squeal when he begins rubbing it on your face, and youâre both laughing.
Tears stream down your face from laughing so hard. Kento has to clutch his stomach as he continues to laugh. Youâre both trying to catch your breath after a little bit, and you lean against him as he wraps one of his arms around you. You look in the mirror and point.
âWe match,â you say. Kento smiles.
âYeah, we do.â
His heart feels so warm and so tender right now. Nothing could ever beat these kinds of moments together. Itâs what keeps you together and what keeps you falling together over and over again. Then Kento leans against the counter and you watch carefully as he shaves his face. The way he does it seems so effortless, but you know this is something heâs done over and over again for so many years.
âYou look so good, you know that?â you ask him as you grab his ass. Heâs rinsing off his face right now, so it surprises him when you touch him like that.
Kento grunts, âWhat is this, honey? You looking for attention?â
You try to look innocent, but he knows better. He doesnât have the time right now to give you the attention you crave, which makes him sad. He wishes he could just spend every single second of every single day with you. Heâd never go back to work if he could just spend this time with you. But he knows itâs not realistic.
âCanât you just stay home with me?â you ask, batting your eyelashes.
Kento sighs, âLove, you know I canâtâŠâ
His heart wrenches when he sees you pouting. Itâs not a look he likes to see on your face. Heâd much rather see you smiling or laughing like you were earlier. And then your frown turns into a mischievous smirk. You drop to your knees and begin tugging on the knot thatâs keeping his towel firmly wrapped around him.
âDonât be a brat. You know I donât have time for this,â Kento grunts, his voice raspy.
You smirk up at him, âButâŠyouâre so hard.â
Youâre right. Heâs hard and leaking already. It took barely anything for him to become erect. Just the sight of you on your knees in front of him and taking off his towel was enough to get his mind whirring to life. The sleepiness was long gone and now he was more than happy to see where this goes.
âShitâŠâ Kento sighs, âLove, you know I donât have time for this.â He repeats.
But you decide to ignore him. You press soft kisses to the head of his dribbling cock. You moan as you taste his musky flavor, wanting nothing more than to completely drink him up. The moment you wrap your plump lips around his leaking tip, he knows heâs not going to be able to pull away.
Kento lets out a moan as his fingers come down to tangle in your beautiful hair. His hips buck up for more stimulation, pressing his cock further down your throat. You sputter for a moment, but youâre quick to recover. You begin bobbing your head up and down, following a rhythm that drives him crazy.
âThatâs what this is all about, huh?â Nanami says with a smirk on his face. âMy little cockhungry girl couldnât stay away from me. Going to make me miss a day of work just so you can be my little slut, hm?â
The words go straight to your cunt. You feel arousal building so deep inside of you. You look up at Kento and he gently caresses your cheek. He enjoys watching you worship his cock like this. Drool begins to dribble down your chin as you pick up your pace.
âGood girl, keep sucking my cock.â
You take him even further down your throat, swallowing around him and moaning as the taste of his precum coats your tongue. You needed this just as badly as he did. Kento is ready to spend the whole day with you, and he can just count it as one of his sick days. In his mind, itâs the best way to spend one of his sick days.
His fingers are still tangled in your hair, guiding you up and down on his cock. Your mouth is all messy with precum and spit. You look so fucking hot like this, it makes him feel like a horny teenager all over again. When he would spend late nights in his bed, cock in his hand with the thoughts of someone sucking his cock. In reality, the real thing is so much better than the fantasy.Â
âThatâs my good girl,â
You continue to deepthroat him, making sure to take him all the way down. One of your hands comes up to begin massaging his heavy balls. Heâs clearly been thinking about this, otherwise he wouldnât have become so aroused this quickly without warning. He wanted you to come in here this morning and try to seduce him.
Nanami has to grip the counter to steady himself as he feels the telltale signs of his orgasm fast approaching. Your mouth is so tight and wet and warm. A few more thrusts of his hips and heâs pulled over the edge. He growls loudly as his cock begins to throb; a steady stream of his cum begins to shoot down your throat.
You moan as you taste him, the vibrations causing him to tremble as the orgasm washes over him. You feel him pushing you down so far that your nose presses against the light blond hair that sits at the base of his cock. He grunts soft, sweet words of praise as he rides out his high.
Once heâs done, he pulls you back up to your feet and he kisses you roughly. He can taste himself on your tongue and it has him half-hard almost instantly.
âGet on the bed. Now.â
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fucking yuuji in the backseat of his shitty car because he thinks you look so freaking cute in your little dress and tights that he canât possibly wait until you get to your place.
iâm just imagining him panting so hard that heâs fogging up the windows all on his own as you ride him. his fingers are digging so deep into the seat that itâs making his knuckles hurt and heâs got this dazed look on his face that makes him look like youâve just slammed him in the head with a baseball bat or something. itâs just pure bliss; the kind that makes him appear even dumber than he is.
your tights are torn at the crotch area and your pretty panties are pushed to the side, and it all somehow makes the sex feel more pleasurable in a way? the way youâre both still almost fully dressed and the way he expresses how needy he is for you so openly is hot as fuck. he looks like heâs ready to give you the world just because youâve agreed to warm his cock with your pussy without the safety of complete privacy.
heâs making more noise than you are from how good you feel even though heâs pushed himself so deep inside you that you can feel him in your belly almost. constantly moaning and whining, he looks like heâs melting underneath you. his hair is slicked back from how many times you ran your hands through it, and his tan skin is flushed pink, almost red. the silly tie heâd almost choked himself with just for the sake of impressing you during your date is loose now; the top two buttons of his shirt are undone as well.
his toes keep on curling inside his shoes as you pick up your pace. he bares his teeth, though itâs far from predatory, and sucks in a sharp breath whilst gritting them when you finally make yourself orgasm with the help of your fingers on your clit and clench around him extra tight.
you breathe in deeply, heart beating fast because of the high thatâs still buzzing all over. slightly dazed yourself now, youâre just about to lean down and kiss him, however all you do is consider yourself lucky that your boyfriend is so adorable and charming, because when a cop suddenly knocks on the foggy window to your right, you realise that youâre in good hands.
heâll easily talk himself out of this mess, after all.
just like heâd talked his way into you.
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>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
>that was me being soooo normal about this guys
>BACON!!!! my darling i would like to know your thoughts on getting stuck in an elevator with nanami or higurumaâŠâŠ.. (or bothâŠâŠâŠđł)
>i thought of this and immediately thought about u so i HAD to send it in hehehe đ€
Hnnnng my goodness đ©đ©đ©
Honestly if it was both, I think they'd compete. But they are so different and yet so similar...
Kento would keep his cool for the most part, but if he started noticing Hiromi flirting with you a bit too much, he'd be pulling you aside and whispering in your ear.
"Don't tell me you're actually interested in this guy." You shudder as you hear those words. You never suspected Kento to be so possessive and jealous.
Hiromi smirks playfully at you, and he comes closer to you. He wasn't thrilled about being stuck in the elevator in the first place, but the more he realized how good the situation was,.the more he began to calm down. And now that he was getting under Kento's skin by flirting with you, he was having so much fun with both of you.
"Chill out a little, Nanami." Hiromi says, pulling you close.
Kento growls and he pulls you back towards him, "That's rich coming from someone who was just sweating about the elevator breaking down."
Hiromi laughs, "That was before I considered my situation...don't you think we could have a bit of fun?"
That's when you feel his large hands on your breasts and he's kissing you. Kento watches carefully, his cock stirring in his pants. Maybe this could be fun...besides, who knows how long til help arrives?
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>GOOD AFTERNOOOOOON PUDDIN POPS!
>this is absolutely insane to me like holy shit 9 away from 200????!!!!!!!
>huge thanks to everyone following and supporting, iâve never written and posted this much fanfic in my life despite writing it for over 12 years so itâs rly sick to know that all my practice and learning has paid off!!! you guys rly fuck with it!!!!!!!
>i do have a lot of irons in the fire rn butâŠâŠ.i think itâs safe to say i will be dropping something on yall when we hit 200 like i have to feed yall for that!!!!!
>for my new friends, welcome and thank you for joining us!!!!! my requests are open and you can see a list of some of my upcoming works here!
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>gojohoes got this to 400 already omg tysm đ€
>400ăăăăăšăïŒïŒïŒïŒâćœĄ
·:*šàŒș â±âźâ± Gojo Satoru x f!reader â±âźâ± àŒ»Âš*:·
100 FOLLOWER MILESTONE CELEBRATION â°
>fanart_credit: _3aem (via_twitter)
MDNI 18+
>word_count: 7293
>contents: slight crack (itâs a gojo fic what do u expect), established relationship, fake engagements, excessive use of âfiancĂ©/fiancĂ©eâ, satoru is DOWN BAD like ultra simp 3000 levels, kiiinda rich boy!gojo but like barely, gojo calls you âangelâ and babyâ a lot, cunnilingus, kinda feral!gojo too, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), multiple positions, explicit p in v, rough(ish) sex, creampie, gojo being a lil slut for you, itty bitty dacryphilia (if you squint mad hard)
thereâs a standoff happening in your kitchen. a staring contest of sorts. the tension in the air is palpable, so thick you could taste it if you stuck out your tongue. your opponent is a worthy contender, giving just as good as it gets. your nose twitches with the intensity of it, eyes narrowed as you keep your gaze firm, focused.
your adversary in this battle? a red, velvet ring box.
god, itâs like itâs taunting you with itâs delicate heart shape. smug little box, just sitting on the dining table unopened. youâre not sure how long youâve been caught in the orbit of this suspicious item, but it mustâve been quite a while, according to your boyfriend.
âbabeee, iâve been calling you! whatâre you doing?â satoru appears from the direction of your bedroom, frown on his face from his belief that youâre purposely ignoring him. he slips behind you, arms around your torso as he leaves a kiss on the top of your head.
âoh,â he laughs as he fixes his eyes on what has you so engrossed, âitâs not what you think.â
this is what gets your attention, turning your head so your gaze is no longer on the little box, but on satoru instead. âwhat, you proposing to your other girlfriend or something?â you pout. he laughs again, annoyingly louder this time.
âbaby, iâm not proposing to anybody yet. and you know i donât have another girlfriend. it took me 3 years to get you to say yes to one date, you think iâm pulling that off again? thanks for putting faith into my game, though.â you canât help but to roll your eyes in jest, turning in the manâs arms to wrap yourself around him.
âyeah, yeah, whatever. soâŠwhat is it then?â
âitâs a ring.â
âi thought you said you werenât proposingâŠâ
âokay well, technically, i am. but listen! i saw online some guy and his girlfriend went to different restaurants with a fake ring and when he âproposedâ to her, they gave them free food and desserts! so. weâre doing that.â
you pull yourself from satoruâs grasp, staring up at him blankly. he gives you a goofy smile in return, bringing a hand up to boop your nose when you remain silent.
âsatoruâŠ.really? doing this just so you can get free chocolate lava cakes and ice cream? iâm definitely deleting tiktok from your phone, damn app gives you way too many ideas.â and there he goes frowning again, pretty pink lips downturned so dramatically.
âbaby, noâŠiâm doing this so that WE can get free chocolate lava cakes and ice cream. what kind of selfish, evil man do you take me for? ⊠and youâre not deleting my tiktok! how else am i going to send nanami videos he claims to not watch but always knows about when i ask him?â
a sigh leaves you as you shake your head, truly experiencing defeat. you, and everyone else that had ever met him for that matter, knew that there was no changing satoruâs mind when the words âfreeâ and âdessertâ were involved. heâd eat himself into a goddamn diabetic coma if you let him get away with it.
satoru enacts his master plan the next night, surprising you with a stunning new dress and a note that says to âlook super sexy and marriageable (where the hell had he even learned that word?) as usualâ left on your bed. you try your best to comply with his wishes, getting your makeup and hair as perfect as you can before slipping the very revealing dress on. you realize something rather odd while you doll yourself up; satoru hasnât come home to get himself ready. it was almost 6pm, the time designated by him in his little note, and you were practically ready aside from some jewelry and shoes. you couldnât imagine that he would make you wait while he showered and dressed, so you were a little bit confused, but you decide to brush it off while you pick between solid gold hoops and diamond-encrusted dangles, both courtesy of the man in question.
when 6:04pm rolls around, and your fancy yves saint laurent heels are wrapped around your feet, the front door opens. you look up from your seat at the kitchen island with a wine glass in hand, and, in the most clichĂ© way possible, your breath is stolen right out of your lungs. satoru was always stupidly beautiful, just so gorgeous that it made you sick, but now? he looked even more alluring than usual. those inhumanly blue eyes were hidden behind his typical shades, masterfully tailored suit adorning his lanky form like it was painted on. his deep red button up, the same color as your cocktail dress, was unbuttoned for the first three (because he was a slut.) and to top it all off, he was wearing that same award winning smile that heâd dazzled you with so many years ago. if he wasnât so set on his goddamn desserts, youâd bend over and spread your thighs for him right there on the counter.
âholy fuck,â is the first thing he says to you, grip on a bouquet of what looks like dark red carnations and burgundy roses tightening as he takes you in. he takes off his glasses as he draws in closer, pure reverence in his eyes the whole time. âangel, you lookâŠyou look fucking edible. my god. what a woman.â youâre not new to satoruâs comments and compliments, far from it, but tonight, they were hitting a little different, for lack of a better term. maybe it was the look in his eyes, some kind of compound of love and burning desire, but something else, too. something almostâŠdetermined, but you donât know what heâd be determined to do other than put on a good show.
âso, eat me then,â you tease, though the heat in your cheeks and your eyes not meeting his gives away how flustered heâs got you. heâs still looking you over, scrutinizing every pretty inch of you with an overwhelming intensity before his steely gaze levels to yours.
âmm, tempting, but itâll have to wait; we have to go get engaged first. these,â he holds the flowers out to you, âare yours, my arrestingly beautiful queen.â you canât help but to laugh at his ultra-corny pet names, but they warm your heart nonetheless, rising from your stool to find a vase to fill with water.
âwhere were you, anyway? you show up all dressed to the nines on me out of nowhere. what, did you get ready in the car or something?â you ask, back to the white-haired man while you dig around in a cabinet.
âsuguru helped me out, kept my suit and let me shower at his place..â he says, almost distantly. you canât see it, but satoru is watching you, worshipping you with his eyes as you flit around the kitchen in your heels and your dress and your oh so seductive aura. heâs never seen anything or anyone be more mesmerizing in his life, and he knows he never will.
arriving at the first restaurant of the three satoru had planned has your nerves alighting. what if they knew you were faking it? god, how disgraceful that would beâcaught in your goober of a boyfriendâs silly scheme would have you too embarrassed to show your face in public for at least two months. but then he smiles at you from the driver seat- a genuine one that eases your anxieties and soothes your concerns, one so brilliant that it instills you with the necessary confidence to go commitâŠwhatever form of fraud this whole thing is. you give him one in return, reaching out to cup his cheek before youâre leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. you can feel him smile even wider when you do.
âso, how much do you want me to sell this? âcause, if i cry now, it might not be so believable at the next place.â satoruâs pushing in your chair when you speak, smoothing his hands down your shoulders before giving you a squeeze. he takes his own seat, flipping the menu open to browse through the beverage list.
âbest as you can with no tears. gotta save those for the last one,â he tilts his glasses down to send you a wink, and, for the millionth time within your relationship, youâre light-heartedly rolling your eyes at him. âyou got it, baby. but! if you donât share whatever disgustingly sweet, sugar-stuffed, chocolate-drizzled, candy-coated bullshit you ask for, itâs gonna be your pretty little ass.â he laughs at your threat and throws his hands up in resignation. you might be smiling when you say it, but you surely arenât joking, and he knows it.
you both decide to keep dinner small and light, knowing youâre going to gorge yourselves on whatever insulin-raising dishes your dear boyfriend chooses to indulge in. itâs not long after you put your fork down when he gives you âthe look.â you have to use all of your willpower not to smile, woosah-ing yourself into the role of an unsuspecting girlfriend about to be proposed to. you paint a look of surprise on your face when he gets down on one knee, giving you a charming little speech about how heâd âwanted to do this for so, so longâ and how he âcould never love another the way he loves you, never want to. so please baby, will you marry me?â itâs actually rather romantic, makes you wonder how close it all is to his true feelings for you.
you and satoru hardly ever explicitly talked about marriage, but he did always talk about how he wanted to be with you forever (or rather, that heâd jump off a bridge if you ever broke up with him, but that wasnât as eloquent.) heâd mention plans of a big house he wanted to put you in, so he could come home to you and your warm embrace every day until he was old and wrinkly beside you. so, maybe not an outright âhey, weâre getting married some day,â but it was most definitely implied.
at the end of satoruâs little scripted scene, he pulls out that same heart-shaped ring box from the table, opening it up to showcase a square cut diamond, one youâre sure must be a piece of costume jewelry for the occasion. you gasp, climbing out of your seat to throw your arms around him with a âyes! yes, iâll marry you!â he picks you up, standing back up to his full height as he delicately sways you back and forth. you share a kiss, one you let a few secret giggles into, before you part, allowing your boyfriend the pleasure of sliding the ring onto your finger. the patrons of the restaurant thatâd been watching the spectacle all clap at what they believe to be a genuine display of affection, including your waiter from his station near the kitchen. itâs a lot of attention, but being with someone that looks like (and acts like, and is) satoru means youâre relatively used to stares and whispers. he gives you one more sloppy smooch before heâs helping you back into your seat, giving a bow of thanks to the other customers before heâs sitting, too.
when the waiter comes back to offer up your grand prize, with eyes dampened from your well-acted performance, satoru keeps it simple and orders a non-nauseating plate of assorted mochi ice cream. and when it comes to the table, he plucks one of the cold, sweet little treats in between his long fingertips and reaches his equally lengthy arm across the table to feed it to you with not a lick of selfishness. fuck the dessert, heâd share the entire moon with you if it was in his possession.
âbabe, we fucking killed that. that lady? in the black blouse? she was crying, like, actually crying! i almost feel bad, but that mochi was to die for, so iâd say it was a worthy crime.â you jabber excitedly on your walk back to the car, hand in hand with your stage fiancĂ©. heâs staring down at you as you prattle on, knows he should be watching where heâs going but fuck, youâre so stunning and you go along with his admittedly very childish desires for free sweets and yeah, he really is so whipped, itâs not even funny. heâd never deny it, eitherâthe man who carries multiple pictures of you in his wallet and as his phone background, the man who gives you massages and shares from his candy stash when youâre on your period, the one who canât get mad at you when you fall asleep on him during a movie he really wanted to see? thereâd be an ice-cold day in hell before that manâthe only gojo satoruâever denies being hopelessly, foolishly, irrevocably in love with you.
the second restaurant that you and satoru pull your scheme on is a tad bit more upscale than the firstânot to say the first eatery wasnât upscale, would never be the case with your luxury loving boyfriendâand you absorb your surroundings from your place on the manâs arm while he checks your reservation in with the maĂźtre d. for this place, as fancy as it is, you think youâll tone down the theatrics, keep it a little classier this time around. you donât want to embarrass yourself or satoru with some overly acted performance that screamed fake. the suited man behind the counter leads you to a table, not smack-dab in the middle of the dining area but not very secluded either, something perfect for the exhibition you were going to put on.
âyou know, youâre setting me up for some very high expectations, âtoru,â you speak from behind your wine glass, eyes on what would be his if it werenât for the glasses he still wears. he looks up from his menu, head tilted inquisitively.
âis that so?â
âmhm. that ring you got looks nice, but youâve spoiled me. iâm gonna need one way bigger now. and,â you pause, taking another swig from your glass, âyouâll have to really surprise me. i mean, this restaurant is really nice, but if you keep this up, weâre gonna run out of fancy restaurants for you to actually propose to me in. thereâre only so many, yâknow.â your tone is coated in sarcasm, but satoru doesnât laugh. instead, he smirks, closing his menu and placing it to the side.
âdonât worry your pretty little head about that, sweet girl. youâll be very surprised when it happens.â
the meal is delicious, as expected, and your plates are cleared soon after. satoruâs laughing at a story you have about your neighborâs adorable little kitty cat that keeps trying to sneak into your apartment while he pours you another glass of an unnecessarily expensive wine he insisted on.
âare you ready?â he asks when you finish, and you give him a short nod, quick to prepare yourself again for the false astonishment you have to give and the onslaught of eyes that were soon to be on the two of you.
he reaches across the table to take your left hand in his, eyes peering up at you over his glasses when he leans down to press his lips against your ring finger.
âi love you,â he murmurs before heâs up and out of his seat. he approaches your side of the table but he doesnât do his part of getting down on one knee yet, opting instead to cup your cheek with a hold so gentle youâd assume he thought you were made of glass.
âi mean it, i really do love you more than anything in this world.ïżœïżœïżœ you donât have time to respond to the declaration before heâs descending to his knee, taking your hand yet again as he gives you another speech. this one is different than the last, but just as full of genuine love.
âyou make my days worth living, baby. you make the sun look like a streetlight in comparison to how much you light up my life. youâre so funny, so smart, so generous, and you put up with theâŠless than favorable parts of my personality with very minimal complaints.â he says that last part with a little bit of disdain and it has you giggling in a way no one else can bring out of you, despite your slightly glossy eyes. âmy perfect girl, will you marry me?â
and there it is, the ring box youâd been waiting to see since you stepped into this establishment full of onlookers. he opens the box and slides the ring onto your finger before he even gets your verbal answer, but it doesnât matter because youâre nodding and smiling like a damn idiot, as if itâs real. you try not to dwell on that thought for long.
âof course iâll marry you, satoru.â he carefully pulls you up out of your chair and cups your face again, this time with both hands, lips against yours in a kiss much more serious than the last time you did this. thereâs more applause following suit, but you canât pay attention to anyone but satoru, whoâs kissing you so deeply that the restaurant could be burning to a crisp and you would be none the wiser. when you part, heâs grinning, a little bit from the wine buzz and a lot from the adrenaline of proposing to his gorgeous girlfriend, staged as it was.
your waitress is quick to congratulate you both, and when she mentions the one thing that satoru came here forâthat goddamned free dessertâhe lets you choose. but youâre so generous, his sweet little sweetheart, just like he said in his speech, and you pick something sugar-stuffed, and chocolate drizzled, and so fucking satoru that it makes your teeth ache. youâre always, always, thinking about him, and he loves you all the more for it.
when you get to the last restaurant/soon-to-be victim of theft of services, youâre feeling very practiced in the art of deception. the tears you were able to evoke out of the unknowing guests, and the ones satoru almost pulled out of you had you unwaveringly confident in both your own and satoruâs level of skill as thespians this time around.
this place is a far cry from the previous two and you can tell before you even step foot inside, the architectural marvel of a building radiating the energy of one of those âsorry, weâre booked 3 years in advanceâ kind of places. you have no doubt that satoru could get in anywhere if he wanted to, though- the man was quick to offer bribes well into the range of some peopleâs entire salaries. if he wanted something, he was unrelenting, tenacious evenâtraits you admired greatly about him.
the moment you step inside, you start to feel a little swell of anxiety. this was..intense. the lighting was much more moody, with floor to ceiling windows giving the diners a view of a beautiful garden, lush with greenery. you and satoru had dined well before, but this was something entirely different. he leads you to the reception desk where another maĂźtre d, not dissimilar to the one before, greets you with an air of extreme professionalism. satoru gives the man his name, and youâre left a little confused when his eyes widen in what you think is surprise. he gives your boyfriend a quick nod before he dashes off, and you try not to focus too much on how expensive this place must be or why satoru would come here of all places for a free dessert, but itâs hard not to. the wall behind the reception desk is practically covered in plaques of awards, the words âmichelin starâ and âwinner of..â plastered on most of them. you know those arenât easily earned, so you try to think less about the exorbitant cost you know your boyfriend is paying, instead doing your best to enjoy this probably once-in-a-lifetime dining experience.
the man from before returns, with another more sharply dressed man, who grins wide when he sees satoru and yourself. he shakes your manâs hand firmly, giving a nod of his head in the direction of the dining area. the restaurant is gorgeous, past that really, but a little under-populated for satoruâs plan to have itâs most effectiveness. besides, whatâs the point of a fake proposal if no one is gonna see it?
you mention your previous thoughts to satoru once youâre seated, but he just gives you a smile and says âdonât worry about anything other than enjoying yourself.â
so you donât. you reminisce on funny, and sometimes embarrassing stories about your past with satoruâsharing laughter, and food you canât fucking pronounce, and glasses of ridiculously high-priced alcohol.
âyouâre the most wonderful woman in the world, angel,â he muses some time down the line, âthank you. i donât fucking deserve you.â his words have you putting your glass down, reaching across the table to mirror his earlier actions by taking his hand, with your face set into a frown.
âi donât like it when you say things like that, satoru. you do deserve me..because i say you do. youâre not- youâre not hard to love, satoru; itâs actually very, very easy. and i love loving you, and iâm gonna keep doing it every fucking day that youâll have me. okay? so none of that,â you say, squeezing his much larger hand in your own.
âwhat if i wanted to have you forever?â he asks, eyes still hidden behind those increasingly unnecessary glasses. the restaurant is far more dimly lit than the first two, but the urge to complain comes only from how much you miss looking into those dazzling blue pools.
âwell, iâd give you forever and then some. youâre not getting rid of me, âtoru,â you grin, taking the stem of your glass between the fingers of your free hand and lifting it to your lips. satoru follows the movement behind his shades, watches how the delicate line of your throat bobs with your swallowing with a sort of reverie that is usually described in religious texts. heâd pray for you, pray to you, anything. heâd learn how to sculpt just so your beauty could be immortalized for all of eternity.
satoru says your name and you hum, quick to swallow down the rest of your sake before giving him a sweet smile with your eyebrows raised.
âi hope you meant what you saidâabout forever.â youâre about to ask him what his foreboding words mean but youâre interrupted by none other than satoru himself, rising from his seat for the third and final time this evening to bring himself down to one knee. youâre about to laugh and quietly chide him for not giving you time to prepare for the show when you hear the sound of a piano, looking over your shoulder to see a man sitting at the once unmanned instrument. you turn further still and see that all of the staff has crowded around the edges of the room, all holding intricately crafted bouquets of..dark red carnations and burgundy roses, much like the one heâd given you, both granting you space but still wanting to watch the grand gesture that your boyfriend prepared.
âsatoru, whatâsâŠ.did you call ahead or something? this isâŠkind of a lot for a dessert i could make you at home..â he smiles and shakes his head at your endearing ignorance to the situation, reaching up to pull his glasses off for the first time all night. those eyes that you missed so much, they were rimmed with a faint redness. you couldnât help but act on your instincts, reaching out to cup his face in your carefulâcaringâhands. you donât get the chance to ask him what has him tearing up so much before he starts, a speech entirely new leaving his lips.
âif you think that loving me is easy, then loving you is childâs play. loving you isâŠone of the greatest gifts that i have ever or could ever be granted. you donât always see it, and i like it that way, but sometimesâa lot of timesâi look at you like you created the heavens and the earth. you are the heavens and the earth to me. youâre everything to me. your laugh alone could cure me of any ails. i donât know what i did to make such a beautiful, loving, gentle, smart, hilarious, talented woman fall in love with my stupid ass, but fuck, baby, i thank the universe every day for you. you give me purpose. you give me strength. you give me the want to continue, when it feels like thereâs no fight left in me.â
your eyes shimmer with unshed tears, lips parted in genuine shock that you hadnât expected to feel tonight. you spare another glance at the staff before bringing your gaze back to satoru, voice caught in your throat and tongue heavy in your mouth.
âsatoru, if- if youâre playing with me..if youâre doing this for your damn dessert, i-â
âno, baby, this- this is real. you areâŠthe most exceptional person i know. you love me in a way that i didnât know was possible before you came into my life. iâm so goddamn unworthy of you, but you chose me, and i swear, that for the rest of my lifeâthe rest of our lifeâiâll never let you down. please, angel. please make me the most blessed man on the planet and marry me?â
satoru reaches into the pocket of his suit pants as you stare in amazement, mascara tears fully running down your cheeks now. the ring box in his grasp is much different than the one from your faux-engagementsâitâs black, shaped like an oval with silver ornamental designs around the perimeter. and when he opens it, your lip begins to quiver.
the ring is something so uniquely satoru, a thin silver band that splits into multiple vine-like channels, with little diamonds attached for the appearance of flowers. they meet at the top where the stone resides, and fuck, itâs big. itâs aquamarine, with several little prongs holding itâs marquise shape in place. it mustâve cost a fortune, and you canât help but marvel at it as satoru takes your hand in his own again, lips against your ring finger one last time before heâs slipping the delicate piece of jewelry onto your finger.
âi need you to say it, angel. say youâll marry me,â he pleads, blue eyes shining in the dimly lit space. you canât hold back the sob that leaves you, nodding vigorously as you caress his face.
âyes, âtoru, iâll marry you.â you say through the tears, pressing your salt-covered lips to his. thereâs applause behind you, just like the other âengagements,â but this time, you donât need them there. youâd have said yes to him if it was 3 in the morning and you were half asleep, youâd have said it in the car on the way to the grocery store. youâd say yes to him anywhere, at any time.
true to satoruâs word, he doesnât bother with the free dessert this time around. heâs too busy thinking about going home and getting a taste of his fiancĂ©e to bother with some fancy piece of cake. and he almost doesnât make it home, pressing you up against the car with his right hand on the side of your face and the other on your waist. he kisses you so voraciously, like if he tried just that much harder, he could swallow you whole.
âsatoru, stop!â you giggle against his ravenous mouth, âa public indecency charge wouldnât be a great start to our engagement, you think?â
âi canât help it. my fiancĂ©e just looks so good, i donât think anybodyâd blame me if i hiked your dress up right here,â he says, leaning his head down onto your shoulder to leave a kiss or two on the bare skin. you gently push him away, coy look in your eyes when you meet his own.
âat home, the dress comes all the way off.â
satoru has you both in the car with the keys in the ignition and the gearshift in âdriveâ within 14 seconds.
the front door to your apartment is solid wood, and itâs cold against your back where satoru has, yet again, found a surface to press you up against. you barely made it three steps inside before he was on you, groping and squeezing anything his reach would allow. his lips are sweet where they meet yours, kinda like how they always are, from all the desserts and wines heâd indulged himself in. and somewhere in there, a taste thatâs wholly satoru resides. itâs your favorite flavor. his tongue never asks permission to enter your mouthâit just does, licking up every bit of you thatâs on offer, and it never satisfies his appetite.
âwhat was that you said earlier, baby? you want me to eat you, right?â he says between his desperate kisses and fuck, when did everything get so hot all of a sudden? the hand you have on his shoulder slinks up, coming to find its place in the short hairs of his undercut, and when you scrape your nails against his scalp he sighs into your mouth.
âyouâre not too full from your desserts?â you tease breathily but it cuts into a gasp of surprise when he yanks your dress up and shoves his hand under the bunched fabric to rip your panties off, only to find your bare skin at his fingertips.
âoh, fuck- no panties, baby? yâwant me ta eat that pretty pussy this bad?â he doesnât wait for an answer, snatching your lips up in a quick, biting kiss that leaves you dizzy. he drops to his kneesâfunny how much heâs done that todayâand lifts your dress further, gathering the material up at your waist. the way satoru marvels at your pussy is something heâd always done but fuck, can you blame him? you get so wet and you taste like the worldâs rarest delicacy on his tongue and youâre so fucking warm and tight when he digs you outâheâd sing hymns about your pussy from the top of a mountain.
âmy pretty fiancĂ©e givinâ me such easy accessâŠsuch a sweet girl you are,â he praises with a kiss to your mound, âso fucking good tâme.â but heâs just as good to youâespecially now, as he spreads your thighs and hikes one of your legs over his shoulder, unhesitatingly dipping his tongue in between your soaking wet folds. the contact of the slippery muscle on your sensitive flesh has you mewling, eyes slipping shut as he feasts on you. his mouth is as slick as it is when heâs talking, stroking his tongue up and down from your clit to your hole, and back again.
âfffuck- satoru..â you whimper, subconsciously grinding your hips into his face. he doesnât mind, though- actually he encourages it; he loves it when you use him for your pleasure, makes him feel good to make you feel good. and that rings especially true now, as he stiffens his tongue and slides it into your aching hole thatâs been clenching around nothing this entire time. he fucks you with it, much like he does with his cock- giving you a mix of slow and fast thrusts and keeping you on your toes. his large hands smooth up your thighs before one sneaks away to aid in him pulling you apart. his thumb finds your clit, massaging the little button in circles and you almost lose your balance, your hand flying out to grip onto his snow-like hair. your little mewls act as encouragement for the man between your legs; heâs studied youâyour bodyâfor years, and how each little flick and roll and curl of his tongue or fingers brings you closer and closer to cumming all over him. and he uses that knowledge so freely, long tongue prodding and pressing further and further into you, tip of the muscle kissing your g-spot.
satoru knows you, knows that when your thighs shake and your breathing turns to panting, heâs got you right where he wants you. you confirm that for him, when you look down at him to see those sparkling blue eyes staring back up at you and you moan âgod, fuck- âtoru, please baby, donât stop, gonna cum fâyou.â heâs ever so obedient, thumb moving in faster circles around your clit and his unrelenting tongue fucking into you just as quick. he keeps his gaze glued to your face because you look so goddamn pretty when you cum that he canât bear to miss it. and he doesnât, watching lustfully as your head sinks back against the door, hips stuttering as he licks the orgasm right out of you.
âout of all the meals iâve had tonight,â satoru starts, lips shiny with your release when you open your eyes again, âyouâre the most delicious.â youâd laugh at how corny he is, but your mind still hasnât come fully back to you yet. satoru rises back to his normal stature of towering over you, even in your heels, and he canât help but to dip his head down and kiss you. all those same flavors from before are muted behind the taste of you, and you almost hate to admit it, but you like that a lot.
âi need to be inside of you, baby,â satoru sighs into the kiss, leaning down to wrap his big hands around your outer thighs, and you get the idea quickly, letting him pick you up so you can wrap your legs around his hips. he carries you off to the bedroom, laying you down on the plush comforter that covers your bed. you sit back on your elbows and toe your heels off, eyes following his movements as he takes off his blazer.
âgod, you look-â
âfuckable?â
âvery.â
âso, what are you waiting for? fuck me, fiancĂ©.â
he takes your invitation with fire in his eyes, moving in close to undo whatever horrid contraptions are keeping you clothed. when he gets the zipper down, heâs practically ripping you out of the dress, tossing the expensive garment off somewhere behind him. heâs pulling his own clothes off just as quickly, and when he gets his pants down you canât help but to feel him through his black boxer briefs. heâs so hard, and heâs leaking like a goddamn faucet, the wet spot you feel near his tip growing larger and larger. heâs groaning against your neck as you touch him, pushing his hips into your palm desperately. but then he decides that he canât take the teasing and the waiting anymore, so heâs sitting up on his haunches to shove his boxers down his thighs. he doesnât even get them fully off before heâs grabbing your calf and dragging you towards him, gripping the base of his painfully stiff cock to line it up with your sopping pussy hole.
âohmy-GOD, fuck- ah! satoru, slow downnnn!!â you gasp, crying out for him as he slams into you with no warning and sets a pace that could rival a jackrabbit.
âs-sorry, baby, jusâ need you- need you so fucking bad, shit- hnnng, fuuuck,â he moans, gripping your hips tight as he keeps hammering into you. you canât keep your eyes open as much as youâd like toâsatoru always looks so angelic when heâs flushed and panting from the vice-like grip your pussy has on himâbut itâs okay, because he moans like a bitch in heat when heâs fucking you and thatâs all you need. your nails are digging into whatever they can find, one hand twisted up in the blanket and the other pressed against satoruâs flexing abs as if youâre trying to stop him, but you both know thatâs not true.
âso. fucking. wet.â he groans, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. heâs so deep inside that you know youâd feel him if you touched your belly, and the thought has tears of pleasure spilling down to your temples and into your hair.
ây-you feel so fucking good- ah- mmm- look so p-pretty taking my cock like this,â he whines, one hand leaving your hip to find your throat. he doesnât add pressure, doesnât squeeze, just lets his hand rest there like he needed to ground himself. he finds himself angling his hips just a little differently, and only a moment later, he knows heâs got it when your teary eyes shoot open and you scream his name.
âright there, angel? my fiancĂ©e likes it t-there?â he teases, trying his hardest to keep some composure but fuck, itâs so hard when you clench that tight cunt of yours and suck him deeper and deeper.
âyeeessss,â you sob, âplease! feels..so goodâŠlove you so much, love the way you fuck me..â satoru moans with you, snaking a hand under your lower back to arch you a little more, and the slight change of position has him hitting your g-spot head on with his merciless thrusts. you cum, wordlessly and unexpectedly, and satoruâs eyes widen as he looks down to see the ring of your cream that covers the base of his cock.
âohhhh f-fuck yeah, angel, cream all over my dick, âs all yours, always- always yours,â he gasps.
he brings you fully into his lap and your arms instinctively curl around his neck, your head falling back as he bounces you on his cock thatâs impaling you. youâre both covered in sweat now, and your slick, tooâit leaks down around satoruâs dick and onto your thighs. the eye contact he makes with you in this moment is hard to look away from, so you donâtâeyes locked with his while you pant and moan and whimper his name. he does the same right back to you, choking out declarations of his love interspersed with your own name.
soon, the position changes again, when you use the little strength you have left to push satoru onto his back with your hands splayed out on his chest. he groans in surprise, sliding his hands up your hips to hold onto your waist. your gaze shifts between his blissed-out face and the sparkling stone that rests on your finger, grinding against him nice and slow.
âdoes this feel good, satoru?â you donât mean for the question to come out as seductive as your tone does, but it has his hips bucking up into you nonetheless. his eyes open to find yours and he nods, digging his fingers into your flesh more when you ride him harder, roll your hips a little faster.
âf-fuck, feels like heaven, baby..keep- mmf, keep fucking me like t-that,â he answers, and youâre his sweet girl, his giving little angel, so you do. you keep fucking him just like that, pulling yourself up and dropping back down on the lengthy cock inside of you. your ass smacks against his thighs on the landing, and it joins your ragged breathing and satoruâs huffs as the only sounds in the room. he canât help but to meet your hips with his own thrusts, not keen on taking the reigns back but adding to the insurmountable pleasure you both feel.
âwill you cum with me? please, âtoru- need to feel you..â god, how could he ever deny you when you ask so sweetly, one hand still on his chest and the other on yours, palming at your tit with a pinch of your pert nipple every now and then. his brow is furrowedâplush lips parted with his moans and heâs nodding in response again.
âyeah, baby, yeah- âm so fucking- hah- c-close.â a look of focus forms in his eyes when one of his hands slips down from your waist, nimble fingers toying with your sensitive clit. your moans rise in pitch and volume, heart pounding in your chest as you get closer and closer to the edge. you can practically feel him pulsing inside of you, know heâs almost there too, and you ride with more determination, tits bouncing with the effort. he looks so desperate from his position beneath you, desperate to cum, desperate to fill you to the brim with his hot load. youâre left gasping, shouts of his name torn right from your throat when he plants his feet into the mattress and starts to thrust up into you, fingers still pinching and pulling at your engorged nub. he fucks into you so roughly, eyes shifting between the spot where you conjoin, watching raptly as his cock slides in and out of your hole, and your sweet face, mouth hung open and tear streaks on your cheeks. both are a pretty sight to him.
ââm gonna cum, âtoru- cum for me, too, need it inside me so fucking bad,â you whimper, and you werenât lying. only a few more thrusts and some circles rubbed onto your clit and youâre crying his name, creaming all over his cock again. and satoru canât hold off anymore, doesnât want to, and the way you clench and squeeze him makes that an impossible feat anyway. he stills his hips the best he can but they still stutter with the intensity of his orgasm, letting out rope after rope after rope of his sticky fluid inside of your needy little hole.
you roll off of him when you get the strength to do it, still panting with the exertion. but satoru is clingy, even more so after sex; so with your eyes closed, you donât see it, but rather feel the manâs hands tugging you close. he drapes his sweat-sticky body around yours, nuzzling his face into your neck where he leaves a few cheeky kisses.
âthank you.â itâs silent for a while before he speaks, and the words have you cracking your eyes open to look at him. heâs already beaten you to the punch, wide blue eyes looking up at you.
âfor what?â you respond, bringing your hand up to smooth his hair down. he practically purrs at the sensation, but he answers you regardless.
âfor saying yes to me, to forever.â
the snort that comes out of you is unintentional, but you canât help it. he sounds silly thanking you for that, so you tell him as much.
âsatoru, you make it sound like you had to bribe me into being with you when you say things like that. yâknow, i meant what i said, about you being stuck with me. couldnât get rid of me if you tried, baby. this just makes it..more official.â
âguess thatâs true, huh?â
âyouâre damn right. and when we get married, iâm going to use my new powers for evil.â
âwhat??â
âoh, yeah. iâm gonna terrorize everyone. pranks galore. and iâll tell them gojo did it. and theyâll just assume it was mr. gojo, not the kind and sweet mrs. gojo.â
satoruâs jaw drops, sitting up to gape at you. you just shrug in response, smiling innocently at your soon to be husband. he shakes his head, deep in thought for a moment before he grins, eyes hard set on you.
âwhat?â you ask, playfully narrowing your own eyes.
âi think i want to marry you tomorrow.â
>authors_note: WELL. itâs finally here (took me long enough i knowwwwwđ€«) ENDLESS THANKS FOR 100 (weâre almost at 200 now but letâs cross that bridge when we get there heheh)
>next up: firefighter!satosugu (after like 3 months of me talking about it IM SORRYYY)
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>wow 400 omg thanks guys!!!!!!!
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MDNI 18+
>word_count: 1152
>contents: fingering (f!receiving), somnophilia (explicit and implied), explicit p in v, suguru calls you âgood girlâ and âbabyâ a few times, suguru calls you a âfucktoyâ once, suguru has a big fat dick (but we all knew that)
âwhat are you doing?â
the hand slipping into the front of your baby blue cotton panties freezes, like a dog whoâd been caught eating something they werenât supposed to. did he think you wouldnât notice? itâd be impossible not to; with a hand as big as his, it was like he was trying to sneak a fucking baseball mitt into your underwear.
ânothing. go to sleep.â suguru says, with the conviction of pinocchio telling someone the sky was purple. in other words, he is a goddamned dirty liar. his face is smushed into your neck, long hairs tickling the curve of your shoulder. heâs got you pressed against him like youâre planning to run away, back so flush against his chest that his heartbeat reverberates through to you.
you huff, trying to settle back into the sheets, into his hold on you. thankfully it isnât hard, couldnât be when heâs so broad, makes you feel so protected and cozy. youâre just getting back comfortable when that hand starts misbehaving again, creeping further into your panties. he doesnât do anything, just lets his palm sit unmoving atop your pubic bone. it makes you squirm, his fingers are so close to where youâd normally be begging him to put them that youâre not sure how to take it.
âsuguru.â
âwhat? iâm tryinâ to sleep here.â
âuh, no? no, youâre not.â
âam too. hands are cold. stop moving and go to sleep.â
he canât see it, but he knows youâre scowling. you go to turn around in his arms but he uses that strong hand in your panties to grip your mound, long fingers splayed over your (slowly dampening) cunt. any words you want to say, any whines and complaints are stolen right from your throat by the man behind you. he uses that grip to yank your hips back from where youâd started to roll over, face leaving its spot on your neck to nudge his nose up against your ear.
âbaby. i love you. go to fucking sleep.â his voice is riddled with a damningly arousing mix of exhaustion and authority; something that is entirely not helping when heâs already gotten so close to touching your clit that you could taste it. you donât give him a response other than your silence, squeezing your eyes shut while you try to think about anything other than how deep his slender fingers reach inside of your- okaaay, thatâs enough.
âsâmy good girl. gânight,â he sighs, leaving a gentle kiss to the shell of your ear before his face is back to its residence on your nape. oh, what a cruel, cruel son of a bitch he is.
you couldnât sleep for an hour and a half after that, wide awake and thinking about all of the other things youâd do to make suguru call you his good girl while he snores softly against you. occasionally, heâd shuffle a bit to adjust himself, and the hand in your panties follows suit, fingers brushing against your clit right as youâre about to fall asleep. safe to say, it was a rough night for your sleep schedule.
suguru is many things, and a tease is one of them. itâs 8:36am when youâre woken up, rousing from the dream state that only 5 hours of sleep had given you. it isnât your own doing that wakes you, though. itâs the repetitive tap..tap..tap that you feel on your already sensitive clit. but then, itâs not just touching; itâs suguruâs husky voice in your ear, still colored with sleep and something dangerously lusty.
â-bet youâd like that, though. so fucking wet even in your sleep. i could just slip right inside you, baby..â the fingers touching your most sensitive parts slip lower, succeeding in their goal of spreading your pussy lips apart- not that itâd be hard to with how much slick is leaking out of you. his calloused middle finger finds its way inside of you, unhurriedly feeling around the hot, wet walls it burrowed in to. you have no response, eyes falling shut as your mouth does the opposite.
âyou wonât be mad at me, right? if i put it in? give you my cock first thing in the morning? fuck, baby, youâre squeezinââŠyou awake?â his finger inside of you finds your g-spot in no time, massaging the spongy little spot with a very practiced ease. you canât speak, only able to give the man behind you a nod. suguru tuts, smearing sloppy wet kisses across your shoulders and neck.
âgood morning, my filthy girl. you like it when i touch your pussy while you sleep, huh? like the idea of me usinâ you as a fucktoy while you dream about me doing the same?â he pushes himself further against you at the same time that he adds another finger inside of you, grinding his cock against the swell of your ass. heâs at full staff, probably had been for a whileâso fucking hard and so fucking hot that you can feel it through his boxers and shorts.
âcum for me and iâll give it you, yeah? be a good girl ân cum all over my fingers, you can do it, baby, jusâ like that.â heâs thrusting those long fingers in and out of you now, much faster than your sleep-addled brain can even comprehend. your own hand wraps around his wrist, hips moving in time with him.
ââm gonna cum, sugu, please donât stop,â you whine, voice hoarse from being unused for so long. that knot in your stomach winds itself even tighter, whiny little gasps leaving you as he fucks his fingers deeper into you. it isnât long before that knot is pulled too taut, before the dam breaks, and your nails are digging deep into his arm. the intensity of your orgasm has you fully awake now, no chance in hell that youâd go back to sleep after this. you were promised something, and you were gonna get it.
your breath is still coming out in sharp pants when he removes his fingers from your tight little hole, only moving them to find the waistband of your panties. he shoves them down unceremoniously, too worked up to keep wasting valuable time that he could spend making you cum all over his heavy cock. he gets his own boxer briefs down around his thighs and grips at the base of his dick, pre-cum staining the backs of your thighs as he finds his way to your cunt. you both gasp when he slips inside of you but heâs quick, leaning over to steal your lips in a kiss full of desire. when his mouth parts from yours, he moves it back to your ear, not even bothering to give you a moment to adjust to his much more than average size stretching you out.
ânext time, iâm not waking you up first.â
>authorâs_note: idk iâm just saying if i woke up to this every morning iâd get a lot more done in life đ§suguru bae plsssss
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How sharing bed with gojo satoru feels like
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>THIS âŹïž is where we are in the firefighter!satosugu fic rnâŠâŠand they JUST met readerâŠ..so safe to say; this will be a looong one
>iâm working on this one as much as i can but itâs honestly very intimidating for some reason, i keep feeling like i hate it but then i like it and rinse repeat ugh anyways it is COMING guys i swearrrrrrr very soon very soon đ you guys know how i feel about giving you something that i think is mediocre so im rly putting my PUSSY into this one ok!
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read part 1 here!
pairing: kuroo x reader & kenma x reader
genre: hurt/comfort
a/n: hello !! sorry for being gone for soooo long D: i wasnât doing well and was in a really bad place mentally.. (plus burnout đđ) but regardless tysm for all the love in the first part of this fic! i appreciate u all sm and iâll work on getting asks in! thank u for being so patient w me !! luv u :D
kuroo tetsuro
you woke up late today and weren't surprised that kuroo had already left for work by the time you woke up. but he did leave you a post-it note saying he made breakfast leftovers for you in the fridge.
you smile at the thought that kuroo took the time out of his day to make some food especially in the morning. however, as you're getting ready for the day, your eye catches the lunch bag that's sitting on the kitchen bar countertop.
"this idiot," you mumble, shaking your head with a smile on your face. you pull out your phone and shoot him a text.
y/n: thanks for the breakfast it was really good
tetsu: im glad :)
y/n: also you left your lunch at home stupid
tetsu: oh shit
tetsu: can you drop it off for me? i cant come home to pick up, im in a meeting rn
y/n: yeah that's fine
tetsu: thanks baby ill kiss u when i see u
tetsu: love u 2 the moon and back !!
y/n: ur so weird
y/n: love u 2 the moon and back <3
a few hours pass by and now you're taking the bus to head to kuroo's office with his lunch bag in hand. before leaving the house, you decided to swap his current lunch which was some leftovers with his favorite food, grilled salted mackerel.
you enter his office floor and are greeted by the office receptionist from the floor. "i'm just here to drop off some food for kuroo-san."
"oh yes, right this way," she stands up and opens the office door for you and points out where his room is.
as you're about to knock on his door, you hear his voice from the other side. "i'm not sure if i can come out tonight to eat kenma. y/n probably wants me home, you know how clingy they get sometimes."
your heart sinks to the floor.
has he always thought of me this way? clingy? i didn't mean to act that way? i just like being in his company. i didn't mean to be clingy. i didn't know he felt that way...
"anyways, i'll call you back kenma. i gotta get back to work. see ya later" he ends the call.
you take a deep breath, standing in front of the door, thinking about kuroo's words to his best friend. before you could even knock, the door opens and you're greeted by kuroo.
"oh y/n! you should've texted me you were here!"
you let out a laugh that sort of dies in your throat. "oh um i just wanted to surprise you that's all."
"come in, let's eat together. you can see the beautiful downtown view from here," he tries to usher you inside his personal office room.
you're a little uncomfortable so you hold yourself back from going on, "maybe another time, yeah? i gotta head back. i've got a lot of work to do with college and work and stuff."
"no yeah of course, i get it. work hard! but first..." kuroo smiles and before you can pull away, he kisses you on the head. "i'll see you when i get home. love you!"
too ashamed to even look at him as you walked out of his office, you just wave to him with your back facing him as you walked away.
you're now sitting on the bus on the way home, thinking about the way he called you clingy. "you know how clingy they get.." has he always thought i'm clingy? has he just been putting up with my annoying habits? i thought he liked the way i treated him. i didn't know he thought it was clingy.
you're trying to look back at your actions and now it's all coming back to you.
you're always trying to kiss him, hug him, cuddle him. you're always talking to him about random things from an occurrence at the grocery store to some new show you're watching. literally last night, you both were cuddling while watching a new episode of kuroo's favorite sit-com and you were running your fingers through his hair.
it all made sense.
you were clingy.
and he wanted space.
you were going to respect that.
kuroo comes home later that evening and announces himself with an "i'm home!"
you're on the dining table with the computer open, working on some new assignment and you smile at him. "welcome home," you say with a smile.
he's expecting you to get up and come over and hug him like you usually do but to his surprise, you continue to look back at your computer.
he assumes you're just busy and doesn't think much of it.
kuroo heads into the shared bedroom to unwind from his hectic day at work. he takes a shower and changes into some pajama pants and is now heading back to the living room to see what you're up to.
you're still sitting on the dining table with all your notebooks splayed out and computer open, working on what seems to be some really big project. he plops down next to you and starts squinting at the screen. he starts poking you to grab your attention from the screen.
"the mackerel was really good today."
"that's good."
silence envelops the atmosphere between the both of you until kuroo decides to speak again.
"what are you working on?"
"college stuff."
"maybe take a break now?" he suggests.
"i can't. it's due soon," your voice flat. "if you want dinner, there's some leftovers i made in the fridge."
"alright," he replies, getting up from the chair to the kitchen to warm up some food.
his shoulders droop a little. he was hoping to spend some time with you. but he is aware that something is off with you. he's not sure what it is but he knows something isn't right. you haven't given him a single kiss or even a hug since he's been back and your usual sarcastic remarks are gone.
you've barely even acknowledged his presence.
"maybe it's just an off day?" is what he convinces himself.
but those "off days" are starting to become more consistent.
you're out of bed before he wakes up in the morning and you barely talk to him when he comes home. you always end up sleeping after he falls asleep and he can't even stay up because of how exhausted he gets after work. the amount of physical affection has declined from you and every time he texts or talks to you, your replies are barely existent.
it feels like he's living by himself. when did it get so cold?
on the other hand, you think it's going well! you haven't been all up in his business lately. you're giving him the space he wants. you're hoping that kuroo is feeling much happier since you're smothering him less. sure, you miss getting to hold and cuddle him but this is what he wanted, right?
now that the week is over, kuroo is hoping to spend the weekend with you.
that morning, kuroo sets an alarm to wake up earlier than you in hopes of spending some extra affectionate time with you. however, the moment he wakes up, the other side of the bed is empty and cold.
he has no choice but to get out of bed to see where you are. there's no way you're up right now. at 7 am on a weekend? no way.
he walks out of the room and he feels his heart chip. you're sleeping on the couch, slightly shivering because the blanket you're using barely covers you. have you been sleeping on the couch this past week? why didn't i notice? kuroo begins to internally berate himself right now for letting you sleeping on the couch for this past week right under his nose.
with no hesitation, he bridal-style carries you back into the shared bedroom and tucks you under the duvet cover and comes back into bed.
however, you've already woken up and you sit up on the bed, startled. "w-what? where am i?"
he scoffs, "i brought you in our bedroom idiot."
"oh," you're now grabbing your stuff and climbing out to go back to the couch but kuroo stops you by grabbing your arm.
"where are you going?"
"to the couch?"
"but this is our bedroom?"
"no, this is your bedroom," you emphasize.
"y/n." his tone feels cold to you. "talk to me."
"we are talking, are we not?"
he starts scratching the back of his neck. "yes but you know it's not the same. what's going on baby?"
his hand to tries to reach your cheek to stroke it with his thumb but you turn away and immediately stand up from his bed. "it's okay kuroo, please go back to sleep. it's the weekend, you should rest."
his heart chips at the gesture. why are you avoiding him like this? what did he do? what happened to 'tetsu?'
"it's tetsu to you," he mumbles.
you open your mouth but shut it and cast you eyes away from his stare down at the floor.
"it's always been tetsu to you," he states.
you're still silent and he takes it as his queue to continue speaking.
"baby, everyday i come home from work and you barely acknowledge me. you're always busy doing 'college stuff' or something else. you barely hug me or even kiss me anymore. what happened? what did i do? did i do something wrong? did i overstep my boundaries? are you mad at me about something? please i wanna know what i did wrong so i can fix myself."
your heart softens at his words and you begin to immediately reassure him.
"there's nothing wrong with you... nothing has ever been wrong with you... i just want to work on giving you your space. i know that you think i'm clingy and so i wanted to work on just giving you room to breathe. i know i can be a little too much sometimes. i'm sorry for not realizing how clingy my actions were sooner. i'm sorry i-"
he immediately walks over to you and brings you to his chest, hugging you tightly. your eyes slightly widen. "don't you dare fucking apologize. it's not your fault. shit, it's never been your fault, baby. what made you even think that?"
in embarrassment, you mumble, "i heard you say i'm clingy to kenma. sorry i didn't mean to overhear."
"oh, my love," he pulls away and looks at you with a sad look in his eyes. "it's not what you think."
he sighs and he sits on the side of the bed and taps the bed space in front of him for you to sit down as well. "kenma's been trying to get me to go meet some new volleyball members to affiliate them with the jva and to be honest, i already have so much on my plate with the current affiliates, that i'm really trying to avoid going out for dinner with him. i'm trying to get one of my coworkers to go on my behalf to seal the deal but i can't find anyone willing to."
"i just used your name as an excuse. i swear on my life, i never really meant that. i never ever meant to hurt you."
still finding it hard to believe him, you mumble, "you don't need to lie.. i understand if-"
"y/n, i swear on my mother, i'm not lying," he interrupts. "every single fucking day, the only think i ever look forward to is seeing your beautiful face in my apartment. i look forward to your rambles about the new show you started watching or how the current professor you're shadowing is a douche. i love your bear hugs and i love the way you kiss me all over my face in the mornings. fuck, i love knowing that i get to go to sleep with you every night and i get to wake up to you every morning. i love you, just the way you are. please don't ever change yourself over some fucking lie i said."
"i'm so sorry y/n, so sorry for ever making you doubt my love for you," he intertwines his hand in yours and looks into your eyes. "i'll do anything to regain your trust.
he senses the hesitation in your eyes and honestly, he can't blame you. you've been harboring this guilt for a week and it makes sense that you're still feeling a little uncomfortable around him.
but to his surprise, you inch your way closer to him and hug his chest and the tears begin to fall. his body tenses and he feels so guilty about everything. he rubs reassuring circles on your back and kisses your head every few moments.
after you wipe your tears on his shirt, you look up at him and honestly kuroo hates to admit this but you still look gorgeous even with a tear stained face. he's grinning at you and begins to pepper your face with his kisses.
"love you to the moon and back," he whispers into your ear.
you chuckle and kiss him on the lips. "love you to the moon and back, tetsu."
in that moment, he swears to himself that he'll make sure that you never have to doubt his love for you ever again.
kozume kenma
as the ceo of his own startup company, a youtube streamer, and a college student, kenma can almost never find any time to himself. the only time he really feels at peace is either when he's asleep or when he's with you.
but sometimes things get so hectic and suffocating, he just wants to be alone, away from the world.
after a long day of classes, you walk into your shared apartment and you can hear kenma talking from his bedroom/home office. you try to keep quiet not disturbing him.
in hopes of cheering him up, you decide what better way to do so by making his favorite food: apple pie. you put down your stuff on the living room couch, grab the apron, and get to work.
kenma stays locked up in his bedroom for the majority of time that you're baking and a part of you just hopes that maybe he'll come out to just say "hi" or just accompany you to see what you're up to but unfortunately he doesn't.
after the pie is done baking in the oven and you've brought him a slice so he can get some food in his system because you're sure he hasn't been taking care of himself. you're hoping that maybe, just maybe, the both of you will finally get to spend some time together.
you knock on the door twice.
no response.
you knock once more and call out his name, "kenma, you busy still?"
still no response.
you sigh, realizing there was no hope in knocking, and decide to twist the knob and enter his room. you're greeted with the sight of him sitting on his gaming chair, knees to his chest, headphones over his ears, and slightly biting the eraser top of his pencil.
he must have felt the presence of someone else in the room with him because he looked away from his computer screen and his eyes widened. he slid his headphones off his ear and hung them around his neck.
"how long have you been home?" he bluntly asks.
"for an hour or two now, i think," you reply.
âoh sorry, i didnât see you,â he mumbles.
you chuckle in response. âi didnât think you would considering youâve been cooped up in your room the entire time.â
âwell yeah,â he says. âiâm busy.â
as heâs about to put his headphones back on and get back to work, you speak up. âi know youâre busy but do you wanna eat with me? i made-â
âcan we talk later? i donât have time for your clinginess right now.â
oh.
he puts his headphones on and indulges himself back in his work, not even registering the weight of his words.
you slowly walk out of his room, silently close the door, grab yourself a slice of apple pie originally made for the both of you, and plop yourself on the couch to watch some new show on the television.
after working for nearly hours on end, kenma finally finishes the load of work he had piled. now all he wants to do is just spend some time with you before going to bed. he walks out of the bedroom and is greeted by you asleep with the television humming in the background.
he can't help but let a small smile envelop his features. it's such a domestic sight and he wants to photograph this moment in time.
he knows he said some harsh words to you out of frustration but he hopes that you understand that he didnât truly mean them.
he goes over and kisses your forehead and he smells the distinctive scent of apple pie and his heart softens at the thought that you made him his favorite food.
he goes over to his bedroom, grabs a blanket and lays it over you and goes under the blanket, snuggling himself closer to you. he hasn't felt this relaxed in a while and your presence is just so comforting to him.
he doesn't know what he'd do without you.
the next morning, you wake up and find yourself in an awkward position and your feel arms wrapped around your torso. you look to your left and are greeted by kenma's sleeping figure and you can't help but smile.
but you remind yourself of what he told you yesterday and you silently get up from the couch and begin to get ready for the rest of your day.
his words, "i don't have time for your clinginess right now", really had sent you into a spiral last night and you were too exhausted to think clearly. did you always come off as clingy to him? you were definitely a bit more energetic and enthusiastic than him but you never thought it was clingy?
you can't seem to think straight so you decide to maybe go out for a walk, just to take your mind off things. you just need some time alone, away from your apartment with him.
kenma wakes up only a few minutes later and he feels cold. his neck is sore, considering how he slept in an uncomfortable position because he wanted to sleep with you. however, to his surprise, he doesn't find you asleep next to him.
as he walks around the house, calling your name, a sense of urgency begins to form in the pit of his stomach.
he dials your number and it goes to voicemail.
he does it again. still voicemail.
he's about to call you one more time until he hears the jangle of keys and the door opening. a sigh of relief leaves his mouth and as you're about to turn your keys to open the door, he's a step ahead of you, opening the door for you.
"oh my god, i thought you went missing," kenma hugs you, catching you by surprise. "where'd you go?"
hesitant to reply, you say, "oh just went on a walk, that's all."
"you should've told me, we could've gone together," he states. "i feel like we haven't seen each other in forever."
"it's fine. don't worry about it."
there's something wrong and he can sense it in your demeanor. as you're heading to the master bedroom, he can see the way your shoulders slump as you put your keys back. he doesn't address your distant behavior, thinking that you're just having a rough morning and it'll get better as the day goes on.
unfortunately, it doesn't get better.
you seem to be fine but you just feel incredibly distant.
kenma's been playing games in his room all day and unlike usual, you're not in his bedroom watching him play or sitting on the bed scrolling through your phone. his gaming experience isn't the same when you're not there.
he pauses his game and goes out to the living room to see you lying down on the couch, scrolling through videos on your phone. he wants to ask why you're not staying with him but he doesn't want to make overstep your boundaries, especially since it seems like you're not in a good mood.
but that's anything from what you want.
you want him to ask you to stay in his room and keep you company. but because he hasn't done so, his word "clingy" began to scream louder in your head and to be frank, that's the only thing roaming in your head.
"do you want to do anything today?" he asks. "you know.. because it's the weekend and we can go out if you want? like going out to eat?"
a part of you began to feel guilty considering he was thinking about what you wanted to do and you hated feeling like a burden towards him. he already expressed his disapproval with you when he said he found you clingy so you didn't want to impose any further.
"no it's okay," you reply, eyes glued to your phone. "i don't want to annoy you or anything.. so i'll just go on my own or something..."
he hums in response but his eyebrows furrow as he doesn't seem to move from his spot. he can tell there's something wrong and you're obviously being very dodgy with him about the subject which is why he decides to take a seat on the couch and snatch your phone from your hands before you can even register what's happened.
"hey give me back my phone!" you sit up, stretching yourself over to grab your phone back from him in a failed attempt.
"not until you tell me what's wrong," he says flat.
you sigh, knowing that this conversation isn't inevitable. you can't avoid him forever "you called me clingy yesterday, kenma. sorry that i don't really want to hang out with you right now."
the words that leave your mouth have kenma in a state of shock. you took that seriously? you really thought he meant that? in order to ease his busy day of meetings back to back, you came home baked him some apple pie to ease him from his stresses.
and what did he do in return? called you clingy when you just wanted to spend some well-deserved time with him. god, he was being so ungrateful. his body fills with guilt when he he realizes you took his comment to heart.
âhoney, i-â he starts and then is cut off with your words.
"i understand where you were coming from, i like to show my affection with you through physical touch and i know youâve never been one to really reciprocate that," you begin to ramble. "so iâm really sorry for pushing your boundaries and iâll give you the space that you need."
guilt is eating him away and he needs to clear the air now, otherwise you might be closed off forever and heâs not sure if heâs ever going to be able to reconnect with you.
ây/n, honey, don't apologize for this. itâs not your fault at all,â he starts. he puts down the phone onto the couch and grabs both of your hands and squeezes them assuringly. âi'm sorry for pushing you away and calling you clingy. you didn't.. you never deserve to be told that."
his hand finds its way to your cheek and he begins to rub comforting slow circles. seeing the sullen look on your face made him realize that he never wants to see you like this ever again. it was like you had lost the light in your eyes. kenma hated how he had diminished that so quickly by making you think that he didn't like your company.
he loves you so much; he could never imagine what life would be like without your presence.
a small smile begins to creep back on to your face and kenma finds himself in a slight sense of relief.
"it's okay," you finally utter out. "do you wanna watch that new episode? apparently there is so much drama now and i'm avoiding socials so i don't get spoiled..."
he chuckles, "i'll do anything with you."
he knows that he can't take back his words from before but as he's sitting on the couch with you in his embrace, he knows he can show you his love through his actions. he'll do anything to bring back that trust to you.
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