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Here are the first 5,000 words of a novel of 180,000 words about two young men, Benny van der Heiden Hulst, Dutch-American and Aksel Haugen, American. Set in Paris, Amsterdam and Frankfurt in 1959-1960, Benny and Aksel struggle with their homosexuality and society’s attitudes at that time. It is a :love story of two men and the aftermath when one dies.

BENNY AND AKSELd

A LOVE STORY

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JUNE 1959

SS UNITED STATES

I met Benny van der Heiden-Hulst in the departure hall for the SS United States. I had my Cabin Class ticket and stood in a chaotic line for an hour for a cabin assignment; Finally,I was second.

Suddenly, I, and everyone else heard some yelling and like everyone else I looked for the person yelling. He was easy to identify because he was waving his arms as he yelled. He looked to be in his mid-20s as I was at the time. He waved his arms and kept yelling as he ran in our direction, ”Bruner, bruder, brother” and other words I didn’t understand. I learned later all the words yelled were brother in different languages, French, Spanish and who knows what else.

He kept running in our direction, waving his arms and yelling brother, bruder. Suddenly he was directly in front of me. He threw his arms around me, kissed me on my cheek with a loud smack and whispered in my ear, ” Ich bin Benny .” Then he exclaimed loud enough for everyone around us to hear him, “oh, mein bruder,” several times.

I could have done things differently, pushed him away, turned away, told him he made a mistake, but I returned the embrace, kissed him on his cheek and whispered in his ear, “I am Aksel. “

“I am so happy to find you my dear Alex, my brother,” and he whispered, “I thought you were German.”

“Aksel,” I whispered back.

Close behind Benny was a man in a uniform with a clipboard, who said with a bit of a smirk on his face, “You are no longer interested in First Class Benny? So this is the man you say is your brother?”

“Half-brother. Don’t we look alike? Now, I want to be in cabin class with my brother, Aksel. Aksel, this is the Purser. He runs the ship, a good person to know. We know each other from previous crossings, don’t we?”

“Yes, Benny, I think this is the fourth. The first was with your grandfather, Hendrick Janson who insisted I call him Hendrick.”

“We want a cabin for two. We have a lot to talk about.” Benny said to the Purser.

“Well, you two do look alike, I think, and in honor of your grandfather I will arrange it” the Purser said.

I kept quiet. I didn’t know who this man named Benny was or what he was up to, but I was certain it was going to be an interesting adventure I would always remember. And I have.

It was true, we did look alike: same height, almost five feet, eight inches, Benny always said he was taller, same slightly muscular body, same age, I thought, and, as we discovered, same weight. Benny had brown eyes, I had blue. But his eyes had a wild, almost flirty look, always looking around for someone to charm.

Generally, I tried to keep my face expressionless. We both had unruly blandish hair. His hair had a curl and a darker uneven blond with some of the curls hanging down on his forehead; my hair was straight, but still unruly and darker blonde.

I was dressed conservatively, button down shirt, sweater and chinos. I carried my blazer. Benny wore basically the same, except he added an oversized shirt, extra large, with sleeves rolled up a couple times. As I learned later, he favored bright colors, pink, red, green, but all bright and intense. He also liked big linen gingham shirts in bright colors. Any bit of wind made the extra large shirts blossom out. He couldn’t be missed if he was walking by.

There was a difference in our bodies. My body was evenly developed. Ever since my time in the army, I had kept an exercise regimen, jumping jacks, push-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups, squats, and some running. I certainly wasn’t bulgin with muscles, but my chest, abdomen and shoulders were evenly defined.

On the other hand, Benny’s body lacked upper torso development, but his legs and buttocks, as I was to discover, were well developed.

We smiled at each other as if we shared secrets, which we did.

The man in the uniform was the Puser and he said, “Thank you Benny for giving up a chance at a first class cabin, that was generous of you. We have someone else waiting for a first class cabin. Cabin stewards were standing nearby waiting for instructions.The Purser added, “The two of you are in a three bed cabin. There is a third man assigned to the cabin, but he will be moved to another, larger cabin so it will be only you two. Go to your cabin now. The steward will help you.” Benny shook hands with the Purser and, as I leaned later, passed him a big tip.

They were both so experienced at giving and receiving tips that I saw nothing pass between them.

We went to our cabin with the steward and our luggage. Benny talked all the way. He smiled at me and assured me everything would be wonderful, his very words. He also talked to the steward, got his name, (Rafael), where he was from (Puerto Rico ), if he liked his job (he did) and more. When we got to our cabin, the steward shook hands, turned and left, either to escape from Benny or because he knew the fracas that was coming. I am certain Benny passed him a tip with the handshake.

Standing in the middle of the cabin was a heavy, rather threatening looking man with dark oily hair and eyes that were half closed and much too close. At least I thought he was threatening, but that didn’t stop Benny.

“Well hello there,” Benny said in a cheerful voice. “I am Benny and this is my brother Aksel.”

The man did not respond right away but gave us a cursory look. He kept on unpacking, throwing clothes on the single bed.

Finally, he stopped and looked first at me and then at Benny.

“I am taking the single bed, you two can take the bunk beds. My name is Anton Drechsel. By the way, I want you two out of here every afternoon between three and six. I will have some young ladies in the room every day at that time.” He had a heavy German accent.

“Well, Mister Dreck,” Benny said, but stopped as Anton Drechsel took a step toward him.

Drechsel looked us over and said, “you two look like queers, not brothers.”

I moved between Benny and Drechsel and said, “Benny be quiet, Mr. Dreck, I don’t think there will be any women of any age in this room unless we invite them and thank you for the assessment about us. What a thing to say on a first meeting. Perhaps you’re right. What we think of you will remain unspoken, Mr. Dreck.”

Dreck backed up a bit and I took a step closer to him.

“Stop calling me that. I am Drechsel.”

At that moment, the Steward came back and said, “Who is Dreck,” and looked at the card in his hand and added “Anton Drechsel.”

No one answered.

“I guess I have the wrong room,” he said as he turned to leave.

“You fool. I am Anton Drechsel. What do you want?”

“Mr. Drechsel you are being moved to a larger room with two bunk beds.”

“I am not moving. They can move.” He motioned in our direction.

Benny laughed and said, “ Well my brother, it looks like we will have this room to ourselves.”

I wasn't sure what was happening, but Benny put his arm around my shoulder and laughed.

There was another tap on the door and the Purser arrived.

“Mr. Drechsel I hope you have been told the good news. You will be moving to a larger cabin and Mr. Haugen and Mr van der Heiden Hulst will stay here.

“I am staying here.

“No, you are not. You are moving.”

“No, I am not.”

“Mr. Drechsel l do not have time for this. We are about to depart. You are moving right now. Steward, put Mr Drechsel's luggage in the hallway when it’s ready and if you need help get two more stewards or guards to assist you. “

“Mr Drechsel pack your belongings now or you will be removed from the ship. You have ten minutes.”

Drechsel began picking up clothes and throwing them at his suitcases on the floor. He was soon grumbling out of the room. He slammed the door as he left.

After he left, Benny hugged me and bent down and kissed my hand which gave me a shock.

“Benny, why did you call him Dreck?”

He laughed and said, “It means dirt in German. He is actually Austrian. I could tell from his accent. l didn’t like him.”

“Didn’t he scare you?”

“Sort of, but he was just a braggart. I hoped he wouldn’t do anything. Why did you stand between Drechsel and me?”

“I guess I didn’t want you to do anything or get hurt. I had to protect my half brother.”

Benny stopped and looked at me and smiled. “Thank you, Aksel. You are my brother. So Aksel, what bed do you want?”

“You decide. You did all this.”

“Yes I guess I did. The big tip to the Purser helped. Money does wonders. Besides, I know him from the previous crossings. He admires my grandfather.”

“Okay, you take the single bed Aksel and I’ll take the lower bunk and we’ll use the upper for storage.” We did some unpacking. I thought I felt the ship move a bit. I looked at Benny and he nodded his head.

“Let’s go Aksel, the ship is moving. We have a lot to talk about when we are back in the cabin. I love that we will be together for the crossing.”

We got on deck fast because Benny knew the way.

On shore people were waving and shouting and Benny started doing the same, as did I. Abruptly, then slowly, majestically, the ship started sliding away from the dock.

The noises got louder, especially from Benny who was laughing, shouting, pointing at people on shore and waving. There were loud horns blaring from the ships, bells ringing, it was a beautiful scene. “I love this,” Benny said. “ Life goes on for all those people we left and now for us, for us. Life goes on, you better grab it Aksel.”

“Do you know someone down there?”

“No, I said my goodbyes in Boston. I just act like I know someone.”

He put his arm around my waist. I waved my left arm and Benny waved with his right arm as if we were one person. He laughed and yelled the entire time.

Suddenly he stopped and said, “Now we have to go to the dinings room and get our table assignment for breakfast, lunch and dinner and for the rest of the crossing. I like to eat early with the first serving. Is that okay with you?” One of the few mistakes he made in English was that he always said “dinings” room. I never corrected him. I liked it.

“Benny, I’ll agree to anything you say. You have been a wonder for me already. I am lucky.”

“It wasn’t luck, Aksel. I chose you. I had to choose you after waiting for two hours hoping someone like you would show up. And you did and here we are. You are more than I hoped for. You are a dream that came true.”

“I was trying to get the Purser to move me to first class and then I saw you and I knew you would be better than any first class.“

“I gave the Purser a tip, then put on the brother act . I was afraid you wouldn’t respond correctly, but you kissed me on the cheek and said your name. But what is your family name?”

“I am Aksel Haugen but didn’t you call me brother in German, bruder,” I said as we entered the dining room. “I took one year of German in college.’

“Yes, I thought you were German. I am glad you are American since I am American and Dutch.”

We wandered around the dining room. Benny stopped at a table.

“We’ll take this one. I’ve sat at it before with my cousin, Jan , on another crossing. Only six people and near an entrance and more important, an exit. We can leave when we want.”

“How many times have you crossed?”

“This is my eighth or so on this line and my last. I am not going to get a full college degree. I finished junior college in Boston and that’s enough for me. I am fluent in Nederlands, English and French, some German, Portuguese and a little Spanish. That’s enough. My grandfather, Hendrick, wanted me to learn languages for the family business.”

I learned later Benny had over twenty crossings.

He told a steward what table we wanted then asked who worked the table. He also got the steward’s name, Carlos.

“I do sir.”

“That’s great, Carlos . Call me Benny, this is my brother, Aksel. I was hoping you would be at this table. I know we will get good service.” Benny shook hands with the steward and pressed some bills in his hand. I didn’t see the bills, but I am certain they were there.

The steward glanced down at his hand and said, “You will get great service Sir.”

“Who else will be at the table? I want them to get good service too?” The steward said it was a mother and two daughters.

Later, I tried to pay Benny but he said it didn’t matter. It would all work out. He told me it is better to tip everyone at the beginning of a crossing and to tip big.

On the way out Benny grabbed a couple bananas and four apples and stuck them in the leather messenger bag he had strapped over his shoulder.

“It’s my big purse, very handy.” He was right. I got one in Paris. I still have it after all these years and I still use it.

We had to go back to the deck for the muster lifeboat drill. We were assigned a lifeboat. We put on life jackets and listened carefully to the instructions. Benny was serious about the drill and he checked my jacket and watched me as I checked his. It took about half an hour.

When we were finished, Benny said, “Aksel, look at that boy over there, the one with the reddish hair. He doesn’t seem to belong to any lifeboat and he keeps looking around. Look, he seems as if he is trying to hide.”

I saw the boy but didn’t think anything about it.

After, we went back to the cabin and did more unpacking and arranging. Benny was talking nonstop. It was a mixture of the things he loved, his favorite opera, Tosc, favorite broadway musical, Call Me Madam, the world's best cheese comes from the Netherlands, the best oysters come from France.

I mentioned I had never had an oyster. He told me we would have oysters from Carcassonne, the best oysters in the world. Always order fin de Claire, number 2. Always. Number 1 is too big and sometimes mushy. Number three is barely a bite and not much liquid. Find Claire number 2 are perfect.

Finally he stopped. Benny looked at my T-shirt and jockey underwear.

“Aksel, I’ve never worn jockey underwear even though I lived in the States. Could I wear your pair tonight? I think you have jockeys on. Sometimes I could see the outline. Your pants are tight enough for me to notice, besides I was looking. I wear boxer underwear. Why don’t you wear my shorts? Maybe we’ll both like different underwear. I bet you look great in jockeys. Maybe I will too. My cousin Jan says I have a good Dutch ass. You can tell me what you think when we are changing clothes. Now I made you blush.”

I could feel a blush go through my whole body. I had hoped Benny didn’t notice.

Benny said, “I saw you had a lot of cash in that billfold in your suitcase. We will have to give it to the Purser for safekeeping. I don’t trust Dreck. And you can change the money into travers checks when we get to Paris.”

“I didn’t know I was going to Paris, I thought I was going to Germany, Bonn actually”

“You are going to Paris, aren’t you? Most of the people on the ship take the train to Paris unless someone meets them. I thought you would be going. We will go together. Besides, you have to go to Paris to get to Bonn. Everything goes through Paris. We can spend a few days in Paris before you go to Bonn and I have to go to Amsterdam, or better yet, you can come to Amsterdam with me.”

I nodded and kept arranging.

“Aksel, do you have a swimsuit?”,,

I held up a blue patterned boxer style swimsuit.

“Aksel, you can’t wear that at the Piscine Deligny. People would laugh. Here, put on this pair of Speedos. I have an extra pair. You can have them. I want to see how you look in them.”

“So we are going there too. What is it?”

“A swimming pool in the Seine but not the Seine water. Water from theSeine is bad. This is a swimming pool set into the Seine. Only the French would do something like that.”

I hesitated and said, “You mean I should change right now? Are they clean?”

“Of course, don’t be so shy. Besides, I like to see you blush. You just blushed but I didn’t mention it.”

I did as he said and looked directly at him which steadied my nervousness.

“Aksel, blue is definitely your color. I’m going to wear red. Speedos show what you’ve got. I like that. Oh now you’re blushing again.”

He was right and I looked down at the floor.

“Aksel, that’s one of the things I already like about you . You are so innocent and that makes you shy. I saw how brave you are when you wanted to protect me. How old are you? Eighteen, sixteen? I am nineteen and soon twenty in August. You look sixteen or seventeen, but you must be at least eighteen to be traveling alone for the first time, crossing the Atlantic.”

“Benny, I am 26 in September and I am shy and quiet. I shouldn’t be at my age, but I am. Sometimes I wish I could be like you are. You are a new experience and I am embarrassed by the difference.”

“Tell me more about yourself, Aksel.”

“I’ll make it short. I taught high school for two years, was drafted and served in the United States Army for two years. In teaching and the army I had to act as reserved as possible. I'm now on the way to Europe with my friend, my brother, Benny van der Heiden-Hulst. “

“Oh, yes, I forgot, I am going to Germany to write some stories for the Chicago Daily News. For that reason I have to travel to Bonn and Munich to fulfill the terms of my contract. That’s why I lug around my Swiss Hermes portable typewriter. I may be innocent and inexperienced in many ways, but I kno I am lucky to have met Benny.”

We still had our bathing suits on but suddenly and surprisingly, Benny turned and hugged me and laughed .

“That was great, Aksel. It explains so much. I'll tell you about myself after dinner. Now we have to dance.”

We still had our Speedos on.

“We will be dancing in our Speedos at the Piscine Deligny and doing a new dance.”

I looked at Benny and smiled.

“Why are you smiling?”

“I am happy. I am here with Benny, my new half brother, and I am going to learn a new dance. I love to waltz, I even took lessons, but I don’t think this will be a waltz. What is it?”

“First, we’ll keep our Speedos on when we dance. I know I’ll like to see you dance in your speedos.”

“Benny let me know how much the Speedos cost, I’ll pay you for them.”

“They are a gift. Now we dance.”

I looked at Benny and waited.

“We’ll do The Twist. I have a small portable phonograph and I have the record, Hank Ballard and the Moonlighters singing The Twist. I’ll start dancing and you can join in if you want. This is a no touch dance.” Benny dug the portable record player and the record out of one of his suitcases. He had two large suitcases, one the size of my single suitcase..

He put on a record and started dancing to the music and the lyrics. Benny knew the lyrics by heart and inserted some of his words.

Come on baby let's do the twist

Take me by my little hand and go like this

Ee-oh twist baby baby twist

Oooh-yeah just like this

Come on little miss and do the twist

My daddy is sleepin' and mama ain't around

Yeah daddy is sleepin' and mama

. . And more like this. . .p

Benny danced to the music and I watched as he put one foot slightly forward and held his hands away from his body and started rotating his hips back and forth and side to side then dipping his body without moving his feet, then changed the position of his feet and put the opposite foot forward and kept moving his hips. Lots of motion and fast.

He sang in a loud voice, “c’mon Aksel, c’mon baby, let’s do the twist, no touching, just dance.”

I joined in and we finished dancing to the record. We did the twist two more times adding a dip now and then. It was electrifying for me.

Benny said, “we’ll drive them crazy Aksel. Did you like it?”

“It drove me crazy.”

“Good, now we get dressed for dinner. We will wear a suit tonight, our first night at sea. I saw your dark blue suit. Please wear that. It would make me happy. I want to wear your jockey shorts and you can wear my boxer shorts. We will exchange the ones we are wearing . It will make us feel closer. It will be our secret. Now you blush. We don’t have to do it.”

“No, I want to.”

We exchanged underwear and dressed. Benny wore a dark gray suit, a while shirt and a bright red tie. I wore my dark blue suit, a light blue shirt and a pink tie. Benny reached over and straightened my tie and brushed something off my shoulder. Then he looked me over.

“Oh Aksel, so daring. You look so full of Scandinavia. Your tie matches your blush.” He leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. I pulled back abruptly and immediately regretted it. So I leaned forward and kissed Benny firmly on the lips. We straightened ourselves and left the cabin.

All I could think about as we walked to dinner was Benny’s shorts on me and especially my jockey shorts on Benny. Wave after wave of blushing swept over me.

We could feel the rocking, dipping motion of the boat so we adjusted our gait.

Benny stopped. “I know what you’re thinking about, our underwear. You are so sweet when you blush. Do you like wearing my underwear? I love wearing yours.”

“Benny, l love the feeling but I can’t help that I am blushing and I am getting stiff.”

The Purser was at the door to the dining room and said to us, “You two look happy, but there might be some excitement tonight. I believe we have a stowaway on board.”

Benny said to the Purser, “I think I saw him at the muster drill. He is shorter than I am and has red hair. He looked like he was trying not to be noticed.”

“Thank you Benny, your description will help. We found a backpack stuffed into one of the lifeboats when we were inspecting the ship after departure. You are observant even when you are with your brother.”

Benny just smiled and I blushed.

I was too excited to think about the meal. I kept thinking about my jockey shorts around Benny's body. I could feel the looseness of Benny’s boxer shorts. I was full and stiff and I wondered how I would be able to walk out of the dining room without creating a spectacle of myself. I tried to listen to Benny as he talked to the people at the table: two young girls, Margaret and Lois, in their teens. The girls giggled when Benny spoke to them and their mother, Elizabeth, who remained mostly quiet and studied us.

We told our names , where we were going, where we were from.

Benny said, “I have heard we have a stowaway on board, but don’t worry it won’t be a problem. I think I saw a suspicious young man this afternoon during the lifeboat muster. He kept looking around and was very jumpy. Remember Aksel?”

I nodded toward the opposite entrance and said ”That’s the young man. I think he is looking for someone or a table to sit at.”

The boy stood in the doorway and looked around. He saw our table. There was an empty seat.

Benny and I were seated on either side of an empty chair at the table. Lois was next to me, then Elizabeth, Margaret and Benny.

I told everyone to be calm because if he sat at our table, he would be between Benny and me.

I said, “Besides, he is only interested in a free trip to Europe. He's not on the ship to create a scene or hurt anybody. It will be an adventure if he does sit with us. Benny and I are here to protect you.”

One of the girls said, “Mom, I want to go back to our cabin.”

I said, “sit down now, and be quiet right now. I think we might have a visitor. He really is headed in our direction. The worst thing anyone could do is jump up, run and make a scene”

“Now try to act natural. Benny talk.”

I put my right hand on Lois’s shoulders and Elizabeth put her left arm on Lois’s shoulder and put her right hand on Margaret’s shoulder.

I smiled at Benny and nodded to Elizabeth and Margaret.

“Everything will be fine. We are a happy family, a mother and her four children. Benny, tell a joke soon or ask a riddle .”

“What is black and white and read all over?”

Before anyone could answer, the young man suddenly walked over and sat down at our table between Benny and me.

He said, “Can I sit with you here? I’m Irish and the people at my table are snooty English. I don’t like where I’m sitting.” At least I think that is what he said. He had a strong Irish brogue.

I looked at Benny as I put my left hand on the back of the young man’s chair. Benny did the same with his right hand.

I said to the girls, “do you know the answer to Benny’s riddle? Let’s think about it. Make a guess.”

Benny asked the boy, “Where’s your table? You’ll have to talk to the steward or the Purser if you want to change tables.”

The waiter placed plates of food in front of each of us, including the stowaway. It looked like the apprtizers.

The young man waved his arm indicating off to his right. He started talking to the girls who giggled nervously. The young man kept shoveling food into his mouth and looking longingly at our plates.

I said, “Would you like my plate, I’m really not hungry.”

He took my plate and finished it off. It was only an appetizer. Benny gave him his plate.

I said to the girls, “I bet you both thought of the answer. I don’t think it’s a real joke. Let’s ask Benny. See he has someone new to talk to so he ignores us.”

Benny kept talking to the young man who was eating as fast as he could and eyeing the girls’ plates.

I said, “My sisters are very shy. This is their first time on a ship. They still call it a boat. I should have told them the riddle about the difference between a ship and a boat.”

Benny said, “Now remember girls how to pronounce our cousin’s name just yawn and you’ll think of it. Even though his name is spelled with a j a n. you pronounce it yan or jawn.”

I turned to the mother, “I am impressed with my sisters. They don’t just jump up and leave, but wait until we are all finished.”

The mother nodded in agreement and put her hand tighter on Margaret's shoulder. I put my arm affectionately, but firmly around Lois's shoulder.

I said, “it’s great to be together as a family. Isn’t it Lois?”

She said, “I know the answer to the riddle. It’s a newspaper. Am I right?“

I said, “that was a great answer, Lois.”

She said it in a shaky voice but it seemed to calm her.

The Irish boy talked and ate slower and seemed to relax. He was hard to understand because he had a strong Irish brogue and his mouth was full of food. Benny kept looking at him and then at the girls but keeping the conversation going.

We saw the Purser enter by the door near us and then turn abruptly and opened the door revealing two hefty men in dark suits.

The boy saw the Purser and the two men. Suddenly, the Irish boy jumped up and ran for the door across the dining room. Benny stuck out his foot to try to trip him. I reached over and tried to push him down. One of the girls screamed. Other passengers stood up and there were screams at other tables.

The Purser and two stocky men grabbed the boy and

#Here are the first 5 #000 words of a novel of 180 #000 words about two young men #Benny van der Heiden Hulst #Dutch-American and Aksel Haugen #American. Set in Paris #Amsterdam and Frankfurt in 1959-1960 #Benny and Aksel struggle with their homosexuality and society’s attitudes at that time. It is a :love story of two men and the aftermath wh #BENNY AND AKSELd #A LOVE STORY #————————————————-#JUNE 1959 #SS UNITED STATES #I met Benny van der Heiden-Hulst in the departure hall for the SS United States. I had my Cabin Class ticket and stood in a chaotic line fo #I was second.#Suddenly #I #and everyone else heard some yelling and like everyone else I looked for the person yelling. He was easy to identify because he was waving #”Bruner #bruder #brother” and other words I didn’t understand. I learned later all the words yelled were brother in different languages #French #Spanish and who knows what else.#He kept running in our direction #waving his arms and yelling brother #bruder. Suddenly he was directly in front of me. He threw his arms around me #kissed me on my cheek with a loud smack and whispered in my ear #” Ich bin Benny .” Then he exclaimed loud enough for everyone around us to hear him #“oh #mein bruder

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❝ HELL ON HEELS . . ! ❞

ᡴꪫ sum. it's your third day on the job as a flight attendant. you work around a lot of snobby rich elites, but a particular one catches your eye. a particular one who tips you $300 dollars in cash and wants way more than just your uninvited attention.

wc. 6.5k

warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy!gojo au, this is how gojo and reader meet, mile high club trope, flight attendant reader, age gap (early twenties/early thirties), semi public sēx, praise kink, degradation, dry humping, squırting, spanking, edging.

an. thank u to everyone who voted for this on the poll <3

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the low-pitched whirring of the plane’s engine was quite loud. white noise could be heard through first class as you walked alongside the aisle. with a heavy sigh, you’d just wish the day would be over. the overall duration of the flight was about a good two hours, not too bad but you were already over it. dealing with haughty a-list celebrities or elites as a whole wasn’t for the weak. a majority of them were rude, snobby, and just stuck up individuals. except for one . .

as thick pieces of rubber stick against your heels and clank against the carbon fibre floor, you sashay through and from the rows before a cheeky voice calls over to you. “excuseee me, miss ‘ttendant,” and you crane your neck to where it was coming from. sat right by the window near the left— draped in nothing but a sable-black tuxedo with a pricey g-shock wrapping around his wrist, he simpers. “do you ahh, mind if you . . ?”

“huh,” you quirk your eyebrows into a brow before he nods his head up toward the cabin compartment above all of the seats. “oh,” you give him a soft smile. he takes a quick glance at your name tag that’s glued on the left side of your blazer. you lean over against him, reaching towards the latch to pull it down. the more you get close to him, the more you smell his cologne. it’s so strong, you were sure it was some kind of expensive designer brand. a small grunt leaves your lips as you stretch before just when you’re about to pry open the cabinet, the plane grumbles with a rude shake. a rude shake in which you fall—right onto the older man’s lap who’s got the smuggest grin.

“we’re experiencing a bit of turbulence up here, sincerest apologizes passengers..”

the pilot mutters through the intercom— it’s blaring through the speakers. he talks for about seven seconds, as well as reminding for everyone to have their seatbelts on at all times before he stops.

as if things couldn’t have been anymore embarrassing, your face lands right into his crotch. “oh my god—i’m so sorry sir,” you try to atone, sitting up and as you’re up so close to him, you take a moment to actually get a good glimpse at the man.

he was pretty, simply no denying it. you knew him from anywhere. gojo satoru, the gojo satoru. the snowy white hair was a dead giveaway.

he was more of a well known business man—a ceo of some hot shot company. he had his own clothing brand, does lots of men photoshoots, and even modeled a bit in his early twenties. although, the more you gawk at him, the more it seems like he barely even aged. gojo looks like he was still in his twenties, he had a bit of a stubble but was quite really well shaved. azul-blue eyes return the stare right back at you as you take in his prepossessing features for just a bit longer.

god, he was handsome.

gojo’s hair was neatly neat, a simple slick back of a sort with a few strands of white hair running down his face. he brings a wrist up to his face to rub his mouth before covertly humming. “. . oh, am i that good lookin’, princess?”

you gulp once he catches you staring, and then it hits you again,

you were still dumbly laid on his lap as he’s gazing into your eyes with the most complacent grin. “i-i’m sorry,” you mumble, cringing at your own stutter. thankfully, it was probably about four am, it was a private jet and only a few other passengers scattered around the sectioned row. sitting up, you rub your neck sheepishly before sighing. “i . . don’t usually fall on passengers during on my shifts.”

“heh well i’d hope not,” he teases. “oh, and don’t worry about getting my luggage by the way,” and his eyes trail you down before he glances at your name tag again. “hm, i think i’d like to request something else though,” and the more you stare into his pretty cerulean eyes, the more you get lost in them.

his eyes were equivalent to a maze, you’re always getting lost in his pretty irises—never finding your way out. “you’re probably all sore from walkin’ around in those heels, how ‘bout you take a little break?”

and he was right. the entire lower parts of your calves were a bit sore, so you do. you take a break . . although,

your 'break' mainly consists of you being hunched over, propped up in front of gojo’s seat with him eating you out from behind like a starved man. your bottom lip feels all numb and puffed from chewing on it for so long. your lips part into an exaggerated ‘o’ as your head’s repeatedly being pressed against the back of the airplane seat in front of you. the softly made material rubs against your face and you moan. some older woman was snoring in the front of it, headphones plugged in both sides of her ears.

thank god, you prayed whatever heavy metal track she was listening to would distract her slumber from hearing your loud, whiny moans.

alas again, by ‘break’, you didn’t expect this but you weren’t exactly complaining either. with gojo’s tongue rummaging against your clit, it had you gasping for desperate various breaths. “s-sirrrr,” you whimper, a lewd smile pursing against your lips. two broad hands of his had your jade-colored business skirt pulled up all the way to the very hem of your torso— just about reaching near your now wrinkled blazer. as you sling an arm over the seat in front of you, you whine once his nose prods against your soddened entrance. “ngh, ‘m gettin’ close again i think. f-fuck, right there.”

“please, call me satoru, baby,” he whispers against your pussy. you shudder from the coldness of his breath aerating against your bare skin—you whine once his palm swats by your right ass cheek, giving it a mean spank. “ooh,” he coos from the recoil of your rear. so pretty, it was quite funny how things even escalated so quickly.

right before he was buried into the depths of your plush thighs, you were just chatting with him. gojo had a charm to him. he was a lot different from the other stuck up elites you occasionally dealt with. he was quite easy to talk to. you make it a habit to talk to each passenger, despite how snobby they might come across anyway.

with him though, he was a pure smooth talker.

gojo showered you with a plethora of compliments. it came natural, it didn’t seem forced—he’d point out your pretty eye color, your hair, just anything. with your job, you were used to getting a few compliments here and there—but he’d go all out, all out in a way where it makes your heart flutter and fly. you’re rutting your ass against his face, loving the way his wet tongue curls into a few alphabetic letters. he’s just filthy. each breath that escapes from your lips as if it was being held captive felt like it was gonna be its last.

“so . . fuckin’ sweet,” he purrs, dragging a thumb down your slit for a moment. gojo takes a second to admire the way you easily soak in his digit, such a breathtaking sight inside. lewd, but breathtaking. “mhm, look at her givin’ me a little show. move your ass against my face a little more, sweetheart. yeah, fuck.”

your heart does jumping jacks at his dialogue. his voice was deep, rich—and seductive.

the silvery band of his watch continues to skim all across your skin as your hips judder. you shiver, feeling yourself about to reach your inevitable orgasmic peak before you moan out loud. you tried to suppress your noises, you did—but it was no use. you’re already biting at your hardened knuckles but oh, his tongue.

every few seconds, he’d break away to spit and slobber on your pussy. his nose consistently smears all against your folds, getting you ten times more wetter than you already were. he’s nasty, making sure you keep that arch for him. your skirt was pulled up and all wrinkled. the teeth-shattering stimulation makes you feel nerves surge all throughout your body like galvanic electricity.

“s- satoruuu.” you’d huff out in tiny pants, feeling your tummy cave in a few times. your sweet moan, its like a tune—a harmony, hell, it was melodic. he’d listen to you whine his name like that all day if he could. a gentle hand of his runs down your twitching leg, giving every part of your body from behind attention.

he was starting to get addicted, you were too sweet . . candied even, it was dangerous. he’s always had a bit of a sweet tooth anyways and perhaps you were his new favorite treat.

the raving pace of his tongue was simply relentless. you’re gripping onto the back of the seat for dear life, barely able to keep up with him.

ethereal ivory lashes of his open and close every millisecond that passes. it’s as if time was going slow for you— of course it was though, considering how you were thousands of feet in the air. you don’t know why, but the thought of someone just walking by and stumbling upon you all bent over for a passenger,

not just a passenger but the gojo satoru . .

you’d be lying a bit if you said it didn’t turn you on a bit. you knew it was against policy to screw on the job, in the air at that, but it was the middle of the night and partly everyone onboard was asleep anyway. having some affluent attractive guy right between your thighs, you were living the dream. you thought this only happened in the movies.

“aw, don’t give up on me just yet, pretty,” he soothes a tune against your cunt. after a while, gojo’s speedy flicking of his tongue transitioning to pure sucks. you’re shaking within the suction of his mouth. it’s almost too much to bare yet you didn’t want him to stop. he knows just the right tempo to make you roll your eyes back too. with prying hands, gojo’s spreading open your ass a bit more to lick a deeper area with his tongue. you zealously whine once he playfully uses a thumb to poke against your puckering hole. “mhm, yeah. thaaaat’s it, but don’t be so loud though, princess. i know we’re in the back row but still, heh.”

and with that— he gifts your ass another smack. he proudly relishes in your lewd, pornographic reactions. you’re an entire mess and he’s slurping your fervor shamelessly.

“s- satoruuuu, fuck f-fuck,” your breathing starts to significantly pick up. with your chest continuing to sink in and out, he briefly sneaks his dampened lips away from your entrance to bite near your thighs. the way you were shaking to him was just so cute. the white noise that continues to sing and reverb throughout the plane’s structure grew louder. or . . that was just the ringing through your ears—regardless, it was between that noise and the sounds of your own obscene pleasure that had a competition. a competition on who could be the most louder. your name-tag that’s still pressed against your blazer remains to rub off against the fabric of the seat in front of you.

your perked nipples snag in the process as you’re arching a bit more before a wail dies out your throat. “i- i’m gonna cu— oh!”

“another few hits of turbulence, folks. please stay in your seatbelts. time of arrival should be around six thirty am..”

you bring a hand over your mouth in a cute attempt to silence yourself as you’re meeting your high—listening to the pilot, you sob out a squeal from the inside of your palm. gojo’s slurping you up again with his tongue, your grinding against his face makes him chuckle. with his jaw tightening a bit, he doesn’t care—you were so sweet, he could eat you out all day. not to mention, he was quite thirsty. instead of having you retrieve one of his bags, he was gonna originally ask for a glass of water. but this quenched his thirst a lot better in his humblest opinion. his warm breath fans against your cunt all the while you feel his stubble tickle near the undersides of your thighs. “mmph.” you moan, peeking in front of you to still see the old lady knocked out cold. with the way you were rocking into the back of her seat— you were surprised she didn’t wake up. you were glad she didn’t though. otherwise, you’d embarrass yourself yet again.

with your orgasm still having its moment, you start to calm down a bit. he’s still slithering his tongue down your folds, savoring your taste as if it’s the last thing on the planet. his chin was coated with all of your slick, and he snickers before dragging a thumb to get another taste. “good girl. give it to me, ride my—ride my tongue, uh huhhh.”

a swarm of butterflies wanders around inside of your tummy from his words—his tone, it was so soft yet the dialogue that spoke out was just downright dirty. you pulse between your thighs and it only makes you crave him more.

as you’re still arched over in front of him, you take a few hard gulps to swallow as you’re finishing your perfect nirvana state. ecstasy, just ecstasy overtakes your entire body as he gives your pussy it’s final sucks and nibbles. once he finishes, he’s still sat in his chair. spinning you around, he gives you a warm smile.

“c’mere, sweetheart..”

out of breath and pants snatching out of your full lungs with ease—you move into him with your eyes half-lidded. “. . . atta girl, taste how sweet you are. gimme a kiss,” and you get on top of him. sliding off your heels, you get onto gojo’s lap. now straddling him, you lean into a steamy, hot kiss. two hefty built arms of his wrap around your waist, pulling you in close. once your lips meet, it’s just utterly sloppy.

throwing your arms around him and tugging on his tucked out collar, you deepen the kiss. he groans at your enthusiasm, allowing his hands to glide against every inch of your body. gojo’s fingertips dance against the pieces of clothing you wore, despite it being so few. your blazer was still on and yet couldn’t help but rock against his lap as your tongue parts inside of his mouth. gojo’s head leans back as you’re enjoying yourself. but all of a sudden, you moan once you feel it.

his boner, right in the middle part of his pants. gojo satoru was hard—hard for you.

he grunts lowly, a hand of his snaking up your leg as you taste the sweet remnants of your own flavor on his tongue. the closer you are to him, the closer you get a nice everlasting sniff of his cologne. so manly, it’s a rich scent that you could never get enough of. it was so strong—roaming through the air so much that it almost gave you a headache.

“fuck,” he sibilates. a single hissing word that comes from his mouth makes you throb oh so easily. you’re swaying your hips against him and his adam’s apple bobs back in rapture. every few seconds, he pulls away to leave a wet slope of kisses down your neck. a hand of yours tugs against his tie that was neatly worn on him. “damn girl you’re kinda kinky,” and he finally pulls away, teasingly biting on your bottom lip before finally departing. “i’m startin’ to like you.”

“more,” you murmur, leaning in to nip a wet kiss of your own near the crooked crevices of his mouth. naturally parted lips of his twitch, causing him to wryly smile back at you. “i need more, sir. we have a few more hours left. please.”

“baby, you can call me satoru. cut the formal shit yeah?” and his voice was a pitchy low, an almost rasp hidden underneath. a hand of his gently grabs your chin and you’re met with the most prettiest eyes. if it wasn’t his long lashes, it was his celestially blue eyes. so blue that it was as if you were star gazing at a summer sky. gojo satoru a pretty man, no doubt. he hums to himself in amusement at your cute doe-eyed expression, hungry for more. sitting on his boner was already torture enough, you just wanted him inside.

sure, you were technically working but you didn’t care about that. “satoruuuu,” he’s being playful, a thumb still pulling down your bottom lip. as you’re both maintaining such intimate eye contact, his voice softens once more. gojo’s hand slides its way between your thighs before he raises a brow in a taunting manner. “what do you want satoru to do to you? tell me, girl.”

“t- touch me.” you almost whine out, it yanks out from your throat so pathetically. the throbbing you were feeling behind your panties only turned into straight convulses.

playfully, he tilts his head with a smile. “yeah? touch ya where.”

“i gotta spell it out for you?” you pout, and he chuckles at your frustrated attitude. you start to jerk your hips against his lap and he holds your waist in place to bring those movements to a stop. “f-fuck, ‘s hard.”

stroking a thumb against your quivering lips, his minty breath hits against your nose—you smell it and it’s minty fresh. a scent of what seemed to be some kind of tangy beverage and a gum like substance. with a mocking tone, he presses a kiss against your nose before jibing. “i just wanna know where ‘m gonna put my hands on this pretty body. that’s all,” and his voice was so smooth, an almost purr. with a chortle, he moves a few strands of hair out of your view of sight before continuing his words. “now now, i’ll ask again, pretty. where do ya want me to touch you? let’s be descriptive this time.”

“between my t-thighs,” you confess, already soaked from him devouring your pussy just merely seconds ago. the shocking friction between both bodies had you feral, had you dizzy, had you stupid.

gojo gradually brings a hand down before you press a hand against his chest, pouting again. “actually, i want you to fuck me. please, satoru.”

“there we go, good girl. ‘n heh, aw i figured,” he cheeses, licking a single stripe up your neck. “mhm, you’ll have to ride me though. ‘s only so many positions you can do on a plane, heh.”

you barely let him finish your sentence before you start to unbuckle his pants. you’re so quick with it. gojo stares at the way you’re so desperate, taking it off the tiny hooks before yanking his belt all the way off. seconds later, you’re pulling down his pants toward his ankles. “ooh,” his eyes flicker towards your chest as you start to align yourself against his lap. you take a moment to stare at his now exposed cock and it was so pretty. lengthy if anything, a leaky mushroom like tip that was a bit reddened. he was so hard too, just gawking at his heavyset bulge that had you almost drooling. gojo leans back, rubbing against his thigh before flashing you a cheesy smile. “wellllll,” he sings. “don’t be shy girl. get on up here. ride all that stress away from work, pretty thing.”

he was so cocky, yet you were so needy.

as you’re still aligning him, your damp entrance rubs off against the head of his tip. it’s peeling open a bit, the skin that attaches to the frenulum was just so mesmerizing to look at. it’s got a pinkish color, almost red. shortly following, a mere tannish color flushes on his cock near the base down. you moan once he grabs ahold of his length, helping you adjust.

“easy . . easy baby, i gotcha,” he sighs, feeling your warmth slowly swallow him whole. those short seconds you spend taking in gojo’s dick feels like long, consecutive hours.

you’re dripping wet. as you straddle his lap, preparing to ride him, he slouches back in such a sexy way. manspread—gojo grunts out a single breath as his chest deflates. shifting his gaze towards your cunt, he spreads open your folds to get a better view. “ughhh, look at how she opens up for me. ‘s fuckin’ nasty,” he groans, staring dead at your cunt. you were indeed coating him with your slick from the base down. “give it to me, upside daisey, yeah.”

you’re taking his inches as the seconds go by before after a while—you plop down, feeling him bottom out already. gojo moans, gifting your ass with another spank. “f-fuck ‘toru,” you hiss, knowing that was a non-verbal sign for you to start up your hips. a cooling air that passes through the plane sets against your skin as you move. you whine, feeling his hands trickle alongside the secretive edges of your thighs. “touch me more, l- like that.”

“i don’t remember saying you could tell me what to do,” he meets your eyes as you start to thrust forward. he’s got the most impish grin stretching against his lips. gojo grips your chin for what was probably the nth time within this hour before he grins. “nuh uh, don’t look away. i wanna see those gorgeous eyes,” and he sneaks another wet kiss against your mouth. “ride it like you own it baby.”

you start off realllll slow,

sashaying your hips up and down against his lap in the most alluring way. all six eyes were on you and only you..

your arms still wrap around him and he’s keeping eye contact with you the entire time. with your blazer practically ruffled and wrinkled, you continue to move yourself against him. gojo’s cock stretches you out in such a way you didn’t even know was possible. your walls craved him, you craved him.

as he leans further back, a hand’s still glued to your ass before he smacks it . . again.

he pats it afterwards, watching a cute sour expression slowly marinate against your facial features.

gojo giggles at your cute noises, it doesn’t take long before you bury your face into the crook of his neck, gnawing your teeth against his collared shirt. “f-fuck, satoru,” you’d whine out, feeling his grip tighten against your ass. his cologne’s got your head spinning like a merri-go-round, giving you whiplash in all the right ways. “s-so big, stretchin’ me.”

“takin’ it so good, baby,” he licks against the lobe of your ear. his breath against your neck was warm—not so cold anymore. two rough hands grasp onto your active hips, encouraging you to go more forward, more faster. “good girl, mhm, fuck me like that. use those hips for me, yeahh.”

his dick curves through every part of your walls as if it’s exploring. you feel him reach deep within every part and it’s driving you toward the first street of crazy.

breathy pants skate out from your lips as you’re swinging yourself back and forth against him. “s-satoru,” you whimper, feeling his hands continue to feel against the bare bottom parts of your ass. you could feel the bands of rings he wore rub off against your skin also, so fridgly cold. “f-fuck, ‘s good. mhm, fuck.”

“you’re so pretty,” he groans, the brief sounds of skin slapping resounding through your ears. it’s loud, almost sonorous.

his hair was getting a bit ruffled and unkempt, adding to his suave, mature features.

as he looks off into the nearly empty dim lit aisle, a silhouette appears—someone’s coming. it’s a familiar sound of heels hitting against the floor and you were too occupied of being horny to turn your head. at first, you barely even notice as you’re still grinding against his lap. “oh shit,” gojo gasps, grabbing the sides of your hips, suddenly bringing you to a stop. with a sly smile, he hums against your ear. “baby, don’t freak but i think your co-worker’s coming.”

“w- what?” you murmur, and he makes you spin around, still having his heavy cock hidden into the swollen depths of your cunt. glancing up, it was one of your co-workers coming. in a weak attempt to fix your nearly messed up blazer that was about to pop, you lean against his chest. “who— where?”

as he’s pressed right up against you, you’re met with a playful deep voice against your ear. “relax. act like you’re totally not cockwarming me, obviously,” and he runs a few fingers down your uniform, feeling you shift your hips a bit at his touch. gojo tries to make it look like you were just sitting on his lap, moving a cover over you and him from the waist down. you feel so full, you were growing more and more needy, a pout comes onto your lips because you didn’t want to stop so abruptly. you just wanted to keep riding him, but of course—you were working. “play it cool, baby.”

“um, is everything okay?” one of your fellow co-worker flight attendants, serena murmurs.

with a furrowing brow, she takes in the sight in front of her. you, happily straddling a passenger's lap whilst you’re heaving as if you’d just finish a 5k race. “we’ve been some getting complaints about noises. also, you need to restock the snacks near back. we’re runnin’ low on peanuts.”

“y-yeah, ‘m fine,” you sheepishly nod, knowing how fishy this entire scene might have looked. gojo’s dick was just idly enshrouded into your cunt, just one move and you’d be fucked. technically, you already were fucked. he’s tracing a finger against your thighs before you exhale. “but uh— can’t you restock?”

“i would but that’s not my job,” she snaps with an eye roll. gojo chortles at your co-worker’s attitude, he presses a single kiss against your neck and you almost moan. her facial expressions twist in disgust before she backs away. “anyways, just go restock,” and as she twists her heels to walk away, she utters under her breath. “weirdos. i don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

gojo lets out a breathy laugh as you finally moan again—it’s taking everything out of you and you start up the jolting of your hips again. “f-fuck, ‘m close, ‘toru,” you whimper, the friction feeling like hot static dragging against your legs. “mhm, ‘s good.”

“you’re even more dirtier than i thought, princess,” he whispers, a hand playfully wrapping around your throat as you’re moving your hips back. “i bet your co-worker put two ‘n two together. you could have been a little more believable.”

you’re moaning, his touch sending you more deadly shivers before you feel a coil within you squeeze shut tight. the beat of your heat grows rapid and your pupils dilate from pure pleasurable lust. you’re getting close again, it’s coming so quick that you barely have any time to breathe.

his aromatic cologne nearly blinds your sinuses before you feel against his neck with your palm. “i . . i don’t care if she knows,” you mumble with a scowl, feeling his base continuously rub against your entrance. you’re coating him with nothing but a pretty viscous sheet of your slick. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum again.”

“yeah? what if i want you to wait?” he purrs, his sloping trail of kisses turning into sucks. you whine, leaning into his touch as he’s stuffing your insides full of thick cock. jello—your legs felt like jello, barely even able to move. the warmth against him had you hungry for more. it was addictive, you didn’t know what it was. you didn’t get like this for any other passenger, yet here you were. your mouth croons open, whining out a single harmony at his pace. he’s still making you grind back against him, the tempo having your head going for a spin every time. “what if i want you to be a good attendant ‘n wait just a bit longer f’me?”

“but—”

“nuh uh,” he snickers, bringing a smack to your ass. “wait for me, pretty. this pussy’s gonna make a mess when i want her to.”

and he creeps a hand down between your jittery legs, rubbing a few circles against your already sopping wet cunt. a gasp wretches from your throat as you’re laid back against his chest. the rugged fabric of his tuxedo top whisks against your skin and you’re babbling out sweet nothings.

“f-fuck, ‘m not gonna last,” you whine, feeling yourself throb at the way his thumb brushes against your throat. he’s feeling the vibrations of your gruttural moans and it’s so cute. by this point, you’d already forgotten you were thirty thousand feet in the air. thirty thousand feet in the air and you were getting your pussy destroyed by one of your passengers.

not just any passenger though,

gojo satoru.

he’s panting right with you as you’re just bouncing on his lap, two soft padded hands gripping against his thighs. as you bite your lip, your ass thrashes back gainst him and he hisses. “just like that, pretty girl. shiiiiit, ‘m gonna cum too.”

with his deep penetrative thrusts, it’s got you going ditzy. as he starts to spank against your puffy cunt, he nibbles against your collarbone. “you wanna cum with me, yeah? ‘s that why you keep dragging y’r nails into my leg?”

“s—sir,” you desperately spat, but he spanks your cunt again so you could switch your words around. “ngh, i mean satoru. wanna cum with you, pleaseplease. ‘s good, want it, finish in me.”

“my, well when ya ask like that,” he hums, and you feel the sharpness of his hips pivot. gojo groans, standing up before he lies you back against the now reclined seat. “lie back, baby. actually, changed my mind. i wanna push those pretty knees up to your chest.”

panting, you lie back against the now lounged seat. gojo flashes you that same sly grin before he lifts up your leg—bringing a sweet kiss toward your ankle. “you can lose your license over this, you know? dirty girl, lettin’ your pussy think for ya instead of that brain, huh?”

“don’t care,” you moan, watching him quickly align his cock against your slit. gojo grunts, feeling you easily swallow his tip up again. your cunt was clingy, he was very much addicted to your slippery sloppy core. with his pants halfway on and hanging down to his ankles, he starts up a rapid pace again. “uh, uh,” you whimper again and again, your thighs instinctively wrapping around his waist. you’re keeping him warm from the inside, raw moans pulling out of your esophagus like it was nothing. “right there, ‘m gonna cum, please. s-sir, fuck me.”

“satoru,” he corrects you, a hand gripping your chin. pretty blue eyes leer down at you and he’s so close to you. as he’s jackhammering his cock into your sobbing swollen walls—eyes of your own goggle into gojo’s as he’s fucking you silly. you probably look a mess from this view, the heel of your foot grazing down his strong back muscles. gojo hears the sloshing squelches your own pussy makes and you feel the sudden throb arise from his dick. he twitches inside you and it makes his head throw back. after he gains composure again, he exhales deeply, tapping a thumb against your sealed lips.“you don’t gotta be formal when ‘m inside, princess,” and he squeezes your lips together, licking near the bottom. “open.”

you’re whining, his tempo growing quicker and you’re so close. crimson-carmine lips of his twitch into a feral smile once he sees you being so easy to comply. with your lips parting open, you tilt your head back before he spits into your mouth.

“theeeere’s your tip,” he teases, pursing your lips together with two fingers as you swallow. your cunt still gripping against him as he then pulls you into a deep kiss. with your legs clutching around his waist. “uh, manners baby. where’s my thank you?”

“t- thank you, ‘toru.” you breathe, feeling your cunt throb even quicker.

“oh, you’re welcome,” he smiles and he can’t help but giving you another kiss on the mouth shortly afterwards. the lustful stare he’s giving you could almost be described as lecherous has you more sopping wet by the second. with your legs tightly and securely keeping him from breaking away, he groans. right into your mouth, his tongue collides against yours before he sucks on it. as he brings you into a loving kiss again, gojo’s girth has you feeling a sudden arch in your back arise the moment you sit up. you’re being fucking into the reclined seat, his weight almost crushing against but it feels so good. “mhmmm, ‘m gonna cum. gonna spill so much inside of you, pretty.”

“don’t waste any,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around him. you didn’t even care how unprofessional this was. in the back of your mind, you’re thinking to yourself— if someone walked in again, who cares? not you. “please.”

“well aren’t you a doll,” gojo murmurs in a cooing tone, shoving your knees all the way up near your chest. you’re preparing yourself as you’re about to reach your final pleasurable demise. it feels almost tickling, the fat tip of his cock repeatedly kisses against that same spot within you. you’re whines sound almost melodic, not even caring if your pilot a few seats back heard. “look at me.” he taps your bottom shaking lip, leaning in to plant another kiss on your lips. one turns into two, then three, then four . .

and then— his phone rings.

you’re still a moaning mess, feeling your legs just about give out as he’s pressing such amounts of weight on top of you. gojo’s hands fondle with your neglected breasts that laid underneath your blazer. he groans, reaching for his phone near the counter of the seat. with a grunt, he answers. “tch. satoru gojo.”

still snugly shoved deep inside, he’s multitasking. one hand holds onto the left side of your waist, another holding his phone up against his cheek. he’s drilling into you so mercilessly as if his occupation was a construction worker. you whine, the scratching itch never leaving you. once it comes, it comes. “suguru, ‘m kinda busy. can this wai— oh f…fuck.”

in an abrupt gasp, he ends up finishing first. it’s so much. thick gooey spurts pour into your cunt, filling up the insides of your goopy womb. gojo’s peering down at you and his lip quivers. he finished a bit early. too quick, his hand shakes as he holds up his phone before you squeeze your legs against his torso even tighter. for a moment, he almost whines himself. the strong gripping grip your pussy has against makes him swear underneath his breath.

“huh? yeah, ‘m good,” he sexily whews, slowing his rhythm down a bit.

a hand of his snaps, making you look down between your legs.

he gives you a teasing grin and you spread your folds open. it was so much, so much velvety ropes of hot cum that ooze in and out of your sloppy folds. you’ve never felt more warm from the inside. it was a feeling that had your mouth watering, salivating with your sweet, syrupy saliva. your legs were practically mush, and once you finish, you end up gushing all out at once. it takes you by surprise more than anything. the feeling comes like a crashing, unpredictable wave, a fading fade then departures from your body. minutes eventually pass and gojo’s still yapping away on the phone—yet after a while, he decides to wrap it up and groan. “yeah yeah okay, man. i gotta go now. unless you wanna listen to how i sound post-orgasm, heh.”

“what—?”

with a quick bleep, gojo hangs up. tossing his phone aside, he looks down at you—cutely sprawled out whilst chills run down your body. he can almost see you palpitating from said chills. leaning up close to you, still balls deep, he pants heavily. gojo pressed a kiss against your right temple before teasing. “heyyy, did you just squirt on me?” he asks, and he speaks in a sly soft tone.

you don’t reply and he gives you a priggish smile. “you didddd. so nasty, i should make ya lick it off me.”

you did end up squirting. it was so much. so so much.

you’re still having your legs wrap around his waist before you grab onto his wide, stiff shoulders. “s-satoru,” you moan into his neck, getting yet another balmy whiff of his manly musk. “f-fuuuck, more.”

right before he could reply though— the intercom of the plane comes on and it’s the pilot.

“ladies and gentleman, we’ve made it to our destination. local time and time of arrival is six thirty-three am. for your own safety and others around you, please remain seated and keep the aisles cleared until i announce we’re at the airport gates. thank you.”

“aw, boo,” gojo laments, slowly pulling out of your pussy. a pout unfurls against your glossed lips as you feel suddenly empty. no more thick inches inside. the only thing you felt were the leftover masses of his cum spewing out of you. the seats were a mess, he brings a hand down to strum a few fingers against your entrance and you whine. so soaked, he gifts you with a kiss on your forehead before exhaling. “well, think it’s ‘bout time we part ways, gorgeous.”

gojo helps put back on your skirt and panties and you‘re just laid back with a cute scowl as he assists you off your feet. “i . . can’t walk like this,” and he chuckles at how stiff you were— a few droplets of his cum race down your thighs and you almost moan again. you’re still sensitive, throbbing near every inch of your body before he stands up. he’s so lean and tall. as gojo towers over you, you glance up at him and you’re met with that annoying flirtatious smirk he gave you when his eyes first laid on you. “my panties are practically ripped.”

he turns around to grab his suitcases above him from the cabinet and sighs.

zipping up his exposed fly, gojo leans in to kiss your forehead. “ah, well i can always buy you some more,” and then he pauses. “actually,” he grabs his wallet and your eyes widen once he gives you three hundred dollar bills. “i can buy you more than just panties if ya want, sweet thing,” he slides the bills in between your bra before pressing a kiss against your neck. “you’ve been such a good girl,” and he then hands you his business card. it displays his name and a cheesy saying near the front, all his information in bold blue letters too. before walking away with your bawled up underwear, he leans up to your ear for a final time and whispers, “remember though, it’s satoru gojo, baby. ah, and these panties—i’ll be keeping these as a souvenir.”

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