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secretgamergirl · 10 months

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How a Computer Works - Part 1 (Components)

I am about to teach you on a real fundamental, connecting up electronic components level, how a computer actually works. Before I get into the meat of this though (you can just skip down below the fold if you don't care), here's the reasons I'm sitting doing so in this format:

Like a decade or two ago, companies Facebook pushed this whole "pivot to video" idea on the whole internet with some completely faked data, convincing everyone that everything had to be a video, and we need to start pushing back against that. Especially for stuff like complex explanations of things or instructions, it's much more efficient to just explain things clearly in text, maybe with some visual aids, so people can easily search, scan, and skip around between sections. It's also a hell of a lot easier to host things long term, and you can even print out a text based explainer and not need a computer to read it, keep it on a desk, highlight it, etc.

People are so clueless about how computers actually work that they start really thinking like it's all magical. Even programmers. Aside from how proper knowledge lets you get more out of them, this leads to people spouting off total nonsense about "teaching sand to think" or "everything is just 1s and 0s" or "this 'AI' a con artist who was trying to sell me NFTs a month ago probably really is an amazing creative thinking machine that can do everything he says!"

We used to have this cultural value going where it was expected that if you owned something and used it day to day, you'd have enough basic knowledge of how it worked that if it stopped working you could open it up, see what was wrong, and maybe fix it on your own, or maybe even put one together again from scratch, and that's obviously worth bringing back.

I'm personally working on a totally bonkers DIY project and I'd like to hype up like-minded people for when it gets farther along.

So all that said, have a standard reminder that I am completely reliant on Patreon donations to survive, keep updating this blog, and ideally start getting some PCBs and chips and a nice oscilloscope to get that mystery project off the ground.

Electricity probably doesn't work like how you were taught (and my explanation shouldn't be trusted too far either).

I remember, growing up, hearing all sorts of things about electricity having this sort of magical ability to always find the shortest possible path to where it needs to get, flowing like water, and a bunch of other things that are kind of useful for explaining how a Faraday cage or a lightning rod works, and not conflicting with how simple electronics will have a battery and then a single line of wire going through like a switch and a light bulb or whatever back to the other end of the battery.

If you had this idea drilled into your head hard enough, you might end up thinking that if we have a wire hooked to the negative end of a battery stretching off to the east, and another wire stretching off to the east from the positive end, and we bridge between the two in several places with an LED or something soldered to both ends, only the westernmost one is going to light up, because hey, the shortest path is the one that turns off as quickly as possible to connect to the other side, right? Well turns out no, all three are going to light up, because that "shortest path" thing is a total misunderstanding.

Here's how it actually works, roughly. If you took basic high school chemistry, you learned about how the periodic table is set up, right? A given atom, normally, has whatever number of protons in the core, and the same number of electrons, whipping all over around it, being attracted to those protons but repelled by each other, and there's particular counts of electrons which are super chill with that arrangement so we put those elements in the same column as each other, and then as you count up from those, you get the elements between those either have some electrons that don't fit all tight packed in the tight orbit and just kinda hang out all wide and lonely and "want to" buddy up with another atom that has more room, up to the half full column that can kinda go either way, then as we approach the next happy number they "want to" have a little more company to get right to that cozy tight packed number, and when you have "extra" electrons and "missing" electrons other atoms kinda cozy up and share so they hit those good noble gas counts.

I'm sure real experts want to scream at me for both that and this, but this is basically how electricity works. You have a big pile of something at the "positive" end that's "missing electrons" (for the above reason or maybe actually ionized so they really aren't there), and a "negative" end that's got spares. Then you make wires out of stuff from those middle of the road elements that have awkward electron counts and don't mind buddying up (and also high melting points and some other handy qualities) and you hook those in there. And the electron clouds on all the atoms in the wire get kinda pulled towards the positive side because there's more room over there, but if they full on leave their nucleus needs more electron pals, so yeah neighbors get pulled over, and the whole wire connected to the positive bit ends up with a positive charge to it, and the whole wire on the negative bit is negatively charged, and so yeah, anywhere you bridge the gap between the two, the electrons are pretty stoked about balancing out these two big awkward compromises and they'll start conga lining over to balance things out, and while they're at it they'll light up lights or shake speakers or spin motors or activate electromagnets or whatever other rad things you've worked out how to make happen with a live electric current.

Insulators, Resistors, Waves, and Capacitors

Oh and we typically surround these wires made of things that are super happy about sharing electrons around with materials that are very much "I'm good, thanks," but this isn't an all or nothing system and there's stuff you can connect between the positive and negative ends of things that still pass the current along, but only so much so fast. We use those to make resistors, and those are handy because sometimes you don't want to put all the juice you have through something because it would damage it, and having a resistor anywhere along a path you're putting current through puts a cap on that flow, and also sometimes you might want a wire connected to positive or negative with a really strong resistor so it'll have SOME sort of default charge, but if we get a free(r) flowing connection attached to that wire somewhere else that opens sometimes, screw that little trickle going one way, we're leaning everyone the other way for now.

The other thing with electricity is is that the flow here isn't a basic yes/no thing. How enthusiastically those electrons are getting pulled depends on the difference in charge at the positive and negative ends, and also if you're running super long wires then even if they conduct real good, having all that space to spread along is going to kinda slow things to a trickle, AND the whole thing is kinda going to have some inherent bounciness to it both because we're dealing with electrons whipping and spinning all over and because, since it's a property that's actually useful for a lot of things we do with electricity, the power coming out of the wall has this intentional wobbly nature because we've actually got this ridiculous spinny thing going on that's constantly flip flopping which prong of the socket is positive and which is negative and point is we get these sine waves of strength by default, and they kinda flop over if we're going really far.

Of course there's also a lot of times when you really want to not have your current flow flickering on and off all the time, but hey fortunately one of the first neat little electronic components we ever worked out are capacitors... and look, I'm going to be straight with you. I don't really get capacitors, but the basic idea is you've got two wires that go to big wide plates, and between those you have something that doesn't conduct the electricity normally, but they're so close the electromagnetic fields are like vibing, and then if you disconnect them from the flow they were almost conducting and/or they get charged to their limit, they just can't deal with being so charged up and they'll bridge their own gap and let it out. So basically you give them electricity to hold onto for a bit then pass along, and various sizes of them are super handy if you want to have a delay between throwing a switch and having things start doing their thing, or keeping stuff going after you break a connection, or you make a little branching path where one branch connects all regular and the other goes through a capacitor, and the electricity which is coming in in little pulses effectively comes out as a relatively steady stream because every time it'd cut out the capacity lets its charge go.

We don't just have switches, we have potentiometers.

OK, so... all of the above is just sort of about having a current and maybe worrying about how strong it is, but other than explaining how you can just kinda have main power rails running all over, and just hook stuff across them all willy-nilly rather than being forced to put everything in one big line, but still, all you can do with that is turn the whole thing on and off by breaking the circuit. Incidentally, switches, buttons, keys, and anything else you use to control the behavior of any electronic device really are just physically touching loose wires together or pulling them apart... well wait no, not all, this is a good bit to know.

None of this is actually pass/fail, really, there's wave amplitudes and how big a difference we have between the all. So when you have like, a volume knob, that's a potentiometer, which is a simple little thing where you've got your wire, it's going through a resistor, and then we have another wire we're scraping back and forth along the resistor, using a knob, usually, and the idea is the current only has to go through X percent of the resistor to get to the wire you're moving, which proportionately reduces the resistance. So you have like a 20 volt current, you've got a resistor that'll drop that down to 5 or so, but then you move this other wire down along and you've got this whole dynamic range and you can fine tune it to 15 or 10 or whatever coming down that wire. And what's nice about this again, what's actually coming down the wire is this wobbily wave of current, it's not really just "on" or "off, and as you add resistance, the wobble stays the same, it's just the peaks and valleys get closer to being just flat. Which is great if you're making, say, a knob to control volume, or brightness, or anything you want variable intensity in really.

Hey hey, it's a relay!

Again, a lot of the earliest stuff people did with electronics was really dependent on that analog wobbly waveform angle. Particularly for reproducing sound, and particularly the signals of a telegraph. Those had to travel down wires for absurd distances, and as previously stated, when you do that the signal is going to eventually decay to nothing. But then someone came up with this really basic idea where every so often along those super long wires, you set something up that takes the old signal and uses it to start a new one. They called them relays, because you know, it's like a relay race.

If you know how an electromagnet works (something about the field generated when you coil a bunch of copper wire around an iron core and run an electric current through it), a relay is super simple. You've got an electromagnet in the first circuit you're running, presumably right by where it's going to hit the big charged endpoint, and that magnetically pulls a tab of metal that's acting as a switch on a new circuit. As long as you've got enough juice left to activate the magnet, you slam that switch and voom you've got all the voltage you can generate on the new line.

Relays don't get used too much in other stuff, being unpopular at the time for not being all analog and wobbily (slamming that switch back and forth IS going to be a very binary on or off sorta thing), and they make this loud clacking noise that's actually just super cool to hear in devices that do use them (pinball machines are one of the main surviving use cases I believe) but could be annoying in some cases. What's also neat is that they're a logical AND gate. That is, if you have current flowing into the magnet, AND you have current flowing into the new wire up to the switch, you have it flowing out through the far side of the switch, but if either of those isn't true, nothing happens. Logic gates, to get ahead of myself a bit, are kinda the whole thing with computers, but we still need the rest of them. So for these purposes, relays re only neat if it's the most power and space efficient AND gate you have access to.

Oh and come to think of it, there's no reason we need to have that magnet closing the circuit when it's doing its thing. We could have it closed by default and yank it open by the magnet. Hey, now we're inverting whatever we're getting on the first wire! Neat!

Relay computers clack too loud! Gimme vacuum tubes!

So... let's take a look at the other main thing people used electricity for before coming up with the whole computer thing, our old friend the light bulb! Now I already touched a bit on the whole wacky alternating current thing, and I think this is actually one of the cases that eventually lead to it being adopted so widely, but the earliest light bulbs tended to just use normal direct current, where again, you've got the positive end and the negative end, and we just take a little filament of whatever we have handy that glows when you run enough of a current through it, and we put that in a big glass bulb and pump out all the air we can, because if we don't, the oxygen in there is probably going to change that from glowing a bit to straight up catching on fire and burning immediately.

But, we have a new weird little problem, because of the physics behind that glowing. Making something hot, on a molecular level, is just kinda adding energy to the system so everything jitters around more violently, and if you get something hot enough that it glows, you're getting it all twitchy enough for tinier particles to just fly the hell off it. Specifically photons, that's the light bit, but also hey, remember, electrons are just kinda free moving and whipping all over looking for their naked proton pals... and hey, inside this big glass bulb, we've got that other end of the wire with the more positive charge to it. Why bother wandering up this whole coily filament when we're in a vacuum and there's nothing to get in the way if we just leap straight over that gap? So... they do that, and they're coming in fast and on elliptical approaches and all, so a bunch of electrons overshoot and smack into the glass on the far side, and now one side of every light bulb is getting all gross and burnt from that and turning all brown and we can't have that.

So again, part of the fix is we switched to alternating current so it's at least splitting those wild jumps up to either side, but before that, someone tried to solve this by just... kinda putting a backboard in there. Stick a big metal plate on the end of another wire in the bulb connected to a positive charge, and now OK, all those maverick electrons smack into here and aren't messing up the glass, but also hey, this is a neat little thing. Those electrons are making that hop because they're all hot and bothered. If we're not heating up the plate they're jumping to, and there's no real reason we'd want to, then if we had a negative signal over on that side... nothing would happen. Electrons aren't getting all antsy and jumping back.

So now we have a diode! The name comes because we have two (di-) electrodes (-ode) we care about in the bulb (we're just kind of ignoring the negative one), and it's a one way street for our circuit. That's useful for a lot of stuff, like not having electricity flow backwards through complex systems and mess things up, converting AC to DC (when it flips, current won't flow through the diode so we lop off the bottom of the wave, and hey, we can do that thing with capacitors to release their current during those cutoffs, and if we're clever we can get a pretty steady high).

More electrodes! More electrodes!

So a bit after someone worked out this whole vacuum tube diode thing, someone went hey, what if it was a triode? So, let's stick another electrode in there, and this one just kinda curves around in the middle, just kinda making a grate or a mesh grid, between our hot always flowing filament and that catch plate we're keeping positively charged when it's doing stuff. Well this works in a neat way. If there's a negative charge on it, it's going to be pushing back on those electrons jumping over, and if there's a positive charge on it, it's going to help pull those electrons over (it's all thin, so they're going to shoot right past it, especially if there's way more of a positive charge over on the plate... and here's the super cool part- This is an analog thing. If we have a relatively big negative charge, it's going to repel everything, if it's a relatively big positive, it's going to pull a ton across, if it's right in the middle, it's like it wasn't even in there, and you can have tiny charges for all the gradients in between.

We don't need a huge charge for any of this though, because we're just helping or hindering the big jump from the high voltage stuff, and huh, weren't we doing this whole weak current controlling a strong current thing before with the relay? We were! And this is doing the same thing! Except now we're doing it all analog style, not slapping switch with a magnet, and we can make those wavy currents peak higher or lower and cool, now we can have phone lines boost over long distances too, and make volume knobs, and all that good stuff.

The relay version of this had that cool trick though where you could flip the output. Can we still flip the output? We sure can, we just need some other toys in the mix. See we keep talking about positive charges and negative charges at the ends of our circuits, but these are relative things. I mentioned way back when how you can use resistors to throttle how much of a current we've got, so you can run two wires to that grid in the triode. One connects to a negative charge and the other positive, with resistors on both those lines, and a switch that can break the connection on the positive end. If the positive is disconnected, we've got a negative charge on the grid, since it's all we've got, but if we connect it, and the resistor to the negative end really limits flow, we're positive in the section the grid's in. And over on the side with the collecting plate, we branch off with another resistor setup so the negative charge on that side is normally the only viable connection for a positive, but when we flip the grid to positive, we're jumping across the gap in the vacuum tube, and that's a big open flow so we'll just take those electrons instead of the ones that have to squeeze through a tight resistor to get there.

That explanation is probably a bit hard to follow because I'm over here trying to explain it based on how the electrons are actually getting pulled around. In the world of electronics everyone decided to just pretend the flow is going the other way because it makes stuff easier to follow. So pretend we have magical positrons that go the other way and if they have nothing better to do they go down the path where we have all the fun stuff further down the circuit lighting lights and all that even though it's a tight squeeze through a resistor, because there's a yucky double negative in the triode and that's worse, but we have the switch rigged up to make that a nice positive go signal to the resistance free promised land with a bonus booster to cut across, so we're just gonna go that way when the grid signal's connected.

Oh and you can make other sorts of logic circuits or double up on them in a single tube if you add more grids and such, which we did for a while, but not really relevant these days.

Cool history lesson but I know there's no relays or vacuum tubes in my computer.

Right, so the above things are how we used to make computers, but they were super bulky, and you'd have to deal with how relays are super loud and kinda slow, and vacuum tubes need a big power draw and get hot. What we use instead of either of those these days are transistors. See after spending a good number of years working out all this circuit flow stuff with vacuum tubes we eventually focused on how the real important thing in all of this is how with the right materials you can make a little juncture where current flows between a positive and negative charge if a third wire going in there is also positively charged, but if it's negatively charged we're pulling over. And turns out there is a WAY more efficient way of doing that if you take a chunk of good ol' middle of the electron road silicon, and just kinda lightly paint the side of it with just the tiniest amount of positive leaning and negative leaning elements on the sides.

Really transistors don't require understanding anything new past the large number of topics already covered here, they're just more compact about it. Positive leaning bit, negative leaning bit, wildcard in the middle, like a vacuum tube. Based on the concepts of pulling electrons around from chemistry, like a circuit in general. The control wire in the middle kinda works in just a pass-fail sort of way, like a relay. They're just really nice compared to the older alternatives because they don't make noise or have moving parts to wear down, you don't have to run enough current through them for metal to start glowing and the whole room to heat up, and you can make them small. Absurdly small. Like... need an electron microscope to see them small.

And of course you can also make an inverter super tiny like that, and a diode (while you're at it you can use special materials or phosphors to make them light emitting, go LEDs!) and resistors can get pretty damn small if you just use less of a more resistant material, capacitors I think have a limit to how tiny you can get, practically, but yeah, you now know enough of the basic fundamentals of how computers work to throw some logic gates together. We've covered how a relay, triode, or transistor function as an AND gate. An OR gate is super easy, you just stick diodes on two wires so you don't have messy backflow then connect them together and lead off there. If you can get your head around wiring up an inverter (AKA NOT), hey, stick one after an AND to get a NAND, or an OR to get a NOR. You can work out XOR and XNOR from there right? Just build 4 NANDs, pass input A into gates 1 and 2, B into 2 and 3, 2's output into 1 and 3, 1 and 3's output into 4 for a XOR, use NORs instead for a XNOR. That's all of them right? So now just build a ton of those and arrange them into a computer. It's all logic and math from there.

Oh right. It's... an absurd amount of logic and math, and I can only fit so many words in a blog post. So we'll have to go all...

CONTINUED IN PART 2!

Meanwhile, again, if you can spare some cash I'd really appreciate it.

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nichirinpen · 7 months

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A Through Z With Nanami Kento

Nanami Kento x Reader

Can also be read here on AO3

Word Count: 14,402

Synopsis- Snippets of your life with Nanami Kento structured through words listed A-Z. Memories in pieces, a mix of Fluff, Smut and a little Angst.

Content Tags: AFAB reader descriptions, Smut, penis in vagina sex, vaginal penetration, Shibuya incident mentioned, cunnilingus

Aftercare

You had one too many to drink at the company party. The drinks had been free and you were sad so of course you overindulged. It had been a send off for your colleague, he was quitting to pursue a different career path. The man was your favorite colleague, even if he didn’t know it.

Nanami Kento, a man who you secretly crushed on in the time he worked for the corporation. 4 years was too short and you had wasted a majority of them just silently gawking at the man.

He was tall, blonde and quiet, everything you could want in a man. Of course he had no idea you existed. At least that's what you thought.

Until you were drunk, on his bed and begging him to go faster. Nanami Kento had surprised you in taking you back home. He had surprised you with a quiet drunken confession. And now he was surprising you with aftercare.

It wasn’t like the two of you had done anything more than intense vanilla sex. The pair of you were too drunk for anything past the breathless fumbling then fucking that had occurred. But the man had stamina, much more than you in your drunk state. Your core ached and you swear you could feel it all the way in your ribcage. Kento hadn’t held back when you had asked for him to go faster, the man happily obliging your cries for more.

“This might be cold.”

You shivered as he swiped the washcloth between your thighs, cleaning the mess he had left behind. Kento’s face was tinged red and you couldn’t decide if it was from the alcohol or if he was embarrassed. He was methodical, almost clinical as he cleaned you.

“Thank you.” The words were whispered, greeted by him nodding as he tossed the used cloth into a nearby hamper.

“Bathroom?” He stood, unbothered by his nakedness, one hand extended. Kento was built, the dull suits he wore hiding a god-like physique beneath. You paused, then nodded, taking it and allowing him to pull you to your feet. Your legs were like jello, trembling the moment you put your weight on them. Kento was quick to hook his arm about your waist, practically carrying you to the bathroom. After setting you on the toilet, he was quick to exit, allowing you privacy. It was surprising. A level of care you hadn’t really experienced before.

As you exited the bathroom he was quick to help you back to the bed. Your legs weren’t total jelly, but you still appreciated the gentle hand on your elbow. Flopping back on the bed, you let out a sigh. Despite still being drunk you knew the next step was the ‘walk of shame’ back to the train station. If they were even still running.

You looked up as Kento sat next to you on the bed, the man passing you your phone. It was as if he were psychic. It was late and at this rate, there was no way for you to make it to the train without running.

You jumped as his hands made their way back onto your skin. Kento’s large hands were warm and you made a noise of surprise as he began gently kneading at your right hip.

“I heard it pop.” He murmured gently, strands of blonde hair hiding his eyes. You flushed, letting out an embarrassed laugh. He had been drilling into you so relentlessly that you didn’t think he had heard.

“Thank you.” Your tone was soft as you allowed yourself to settle back on the bed. In truth both sides of your hips ached. Working in the office left little time for working out and sitting at a desk all day meant tight hips. Kento had stretched you in more ways than one. You had known he was tall, but you had no idea how built he was until you were under him.

“I have tea if you’d like it before sleeping. Might help prevent a hangover.” He looked up from where he sat, one warm hand pressed flat against the soft skin of your stomach. You raised an eyebrow in surprise, still feeling a bit hazy from the alcohol churning in your system.

“You want me to stay?”

Kento shifted slightly, one hand adjusting his glasses as he stared at you. He seemed uncertain, the emotion looking completely foreign on his face.

“I was rough and it’s late.” He paused, swiping a stand of hair from his face. “But I can call you a cab if you’d like.”

You shook your head, quietly murmuring you’d love to stay. It felt strange. You had lusted silently for the man for ages and now he was asking you to stay the night. It felt domestic in a way.

Kento brought you tea, and a freshly baked muffin. He insisted you eat it, noting that you had had more alcohol than food at the party. Sheepishly you accepted, moaning as blueberry and vanilla met your tongue. As you lay in bed he murmured about the bakery he frequented, how it was small but always had fresh items. You ate as carefully as you could, not wanting to spill crumbs everywhere. Despite him insisting you didn’t need to move, you had noted how clean his home was and didn’t want to make a mess.

Despite his normally stand-offish and quiet appearance, Kento was sweet. A lot sweeter than any lover you had before him. After tea and a snack, he crawled into bed with you, murmuring it was lucky neither of you had work the next day. You fell asleep in his arms, feeling warmer and safer than you had in ages.

Biting

You hadn’t ever thought of yourself as someone who liked biting. It had never come up with previous partners and Kento tended to not initiate new things in the bedroom without first sitting down and talking with you about it. Not that your sex life was planned out, far from it, but the man wanted you to feel safe. An appreciated gesture given you had been surprised in other relationships before, unpleasantly so.

Kento also made sure the conversations were lax. There was never any pressure for you to say yes. Nor did you ever feel like you couldn't bring up your own suggestions. He was always open to your ideas. It was just two adults conversing about their wants or needs.

So when he suddenly latched onto the back of your neck, teeth dully pressing into your flesh, you were surprised to say the least. He had you on your hands and knees, one hand gripping your hip with bruising force as he thrust into you. You nearly stopped the movement of your hips, the surprise hit you with such force. In part because he hadn’t ever mentioned it before and because it made you cum without warning.

You gasped as your orgasm hit you, arching against the man as he continued thrusting into your wet heat. His grip on your waist and neck kept you in place as you shuddered through the orgasm. Hips stuttering erratically, your walls fluttered about him, overstimulated as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your back was molded firmly to his chest, unable to move as his cock dragged back then slammed back to the hilt. Kento groaned against your skin, hips stuttering against yours as he quickly followed you, flooding you with his seed.

“Sorry.” He gasped, finally releasing your neck. You fell forward, gratefully curling against the pillows, ass still in the air. His cum dripped down your thighs and you shivered as the cool air of the room hit your still sensitive core.

“Sorry.” Kento sounded stressed, the man quickly cleaning your before gently helping you to your side. His brow was furrowed, fingers gently probing the red mark he had left. He looked distressed, eyes worriedly searching your face for any signs of discomfort. You offered him a sleepy smile, waving off his next attempt at an apology.

“That was nice.”

He seemed surprised at your response, hand frozen halfway to his face, his glasses dangling from his fingers. One eyebrow raised he sat still as you sat back up, stretching languidly. You moved closer, grabbing his glasses and setting them on the bedside table.

“You have time for another round right?”

The man blinked at you, then nodded, offering you a small smile before crawling back into bed with you.

Coffee

Nanami Kento was a man of habit. He woke up at the same time each morning, ate the same breakfast and had the same cup of coffee before leaving. Even on the weekends he followed the same schedule. You knew he did it for a sense of normalcy. All Kento had told you about his new job was that it was a teaching position and apparently his star pupil was also a bit of a delinquent. So the schedule was important and followed religiously.

Except when he slept at your apartment. You barely had a schedule. It was normal for you to snooze your alarm more than once. You often skipped breakfast and coffee was something you got on the way to work. The weekends were even more spontaneous. You woke up when you woke up. No alarm was set and you would often roll out of bed in the early afternoon. It was a schedule of sorts, but one you knew had your boyfriend on edge.

So you woke up as early as you could stand one Saturday morning. He had an odd weekend assignment and had fully intended on returning home after diner. But one thing led to another and the pair of you ended up tangled in the sheets, exhausted and satisfied.

Thankfully, even sleepy and mind hazy from sex, you had had the wherewithal to set an alarm.

It chirped, annoyingly happy as you slid from the warm tangle of sheets and Kento’s arm. He barely moved, the man apparently exhausted enough to keep sleeping.

6:40 am. A cursed time you thought tiredly as you shuffled to the kitchen. The sun was just starting to kiss the sky, orange spreading slowly across the remnants of night’s purple. You flicked on the kitchen light, knowing that even though it spread down the hall, it wouldn’t be enough to wake the man. Coffee was easy enough to make silently, the small pot never making much more than a little bubbling noise. Eggs were a different story. You winced as the metal pan let out a small scraping noise as you removed it from its spot in the cabinet.

“You’re lucky I love you.” The words were whispered as you tiptoed about the kitchen. You hadn’t told him of course. Love was a word you were almost afraid to bring up. It had only been a week since the two of you officially started dating, despite months of passionate sex. In truth you might’ve been happy with just being his fuck buddy. When you originally had brought up dating he had balked at it, unnaturally brushing off the topic. But with time he eventually was the one to bring it up, quietly admitting his job made relationships difficult but that with you, he wanted to at least try.

So you were dating but you were still nervous about admitting to him that you loved him. So instead you were content with small acts of love.

The smell of coffee filled the kitchen and you smiled as you heard Kento’s alarm go off. The man was quick to rise, dressing before he entered the kitchen.

“What's all this?” He genuinely looked surprised, hands pausing before finishing the knot on his tie. It was the same suit as he had on yesterday and you made a mental note to ask if he wanted to keep an extra one at your place. You were certain his students couldn’t care less, but you knew your boyfriend did.

“Breakfast.” You smiled, sliding the two fried eggs onto a plate. He took it quietly, sitting at your small kitchen table as you quickly poured a fresh cup of coffee. Black coffee and two fried eggs. It was an incredibly simple breakfast, one that indicated to you he was always pressed for time. He had mentioned it only once but you remembered.

“Thank you.” He shot you one of his rare smiles, sipping the steaming cup of coffee. You hummed in response, settling across from him with your very sweetened coffee in hand.

Dessert

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, cheeks flushed. Propped up on your elbows, you stared up at Nanami. You were entirely naked, nipples erect and core already dripping wet. Kento was still mostly dressed, missing just his jacket and shoes. He looked serious, tie tossed over one shoulder and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. What was less serious was the can of whipped cream he held in one hand.

The man was uncertain on how to proceed. He wasn’t one for sweets, he had advised as such ages ago. And yet he had been the one to suggest bringing a can of whipped cream into the bedroom.

‘Something I had seen’ He had said. You assumed porn and had agreed wholeheartedly. It was something you had always wanted to try but the idea usually just bounced around in the back of your skull, half forgotten.

Kento shook the can, a look of pure concentration settling on his face as he began to spray a neat circle around your nipple. You inhaled sharply, the cold whipped cream sending goosebumps across your skin. Kento paused at the noise, then continued, cheeks flushing as he covered your other nipple as well. You bit back a laugh, the man looked vaguely concerned as he placed the can to one side.

“How do you feel?” He tugged off his tie, tossing it aside as he took in the already melting cream on your breasts.

“Like a dessert.” You couldn’t hold back the giggle, your laughter growing as the small mounds of whipped cream jiggled with each laugh. Kento smiled at that, a small huff of laughter escaping his lips.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. Anticipation built between the two of you until finally he leaned in.

As with everything, Nanami Kento was a careful man. You let out a low moan as his tongue lapped at one nipple, cutting a path through the light cream and flicking against your nipple. He leaned closer, warm breath against your skin as he wrapped his lips around your nipple.

You groaned, back arching off the bed slightly as his teeth scrapped against your skin. His hands were on your hips, pulling them up, pressing your dripping core against the front of his slacks. You gently canted your hips against his, the rough fabric sending a wave of pleasure coiling through your abdomen.

His hair was coming loose, strands tickling against your skin as he sucked your nipple. Kento pulled free with a pop, laving his tongue across your chest to the other breast. Whipped cream was smeared against his left cheek, the messy sight adding to the erotisism of his actions.

You could feel his erection straining against his slacks. The tent of fabric rubbing at your core as he rocked shallowly into you. The pants were certainly ruined, even without looking you knew he would have to throw them out. Your wet cunt was sliding against his erection easily, the grinding building the heat in your abdomen. It coiled, growing tight as you chased your release.

His grip tightened, pulling you closer as he ran his tongue across your nipple. You moaned, hips bucking wildly in his grip. Your clit scraped across the smooth button of his slacks, sending a burst of pleasure through your veins. Kento felt you shudder, moving your hips higher. He rolled his hips against yours, catching your clit again.

Teeth scraping against your nipple he ground against you, the tent of his erection catching against your entrance. You could feel the slickness of your own arousal sliding down the back of your thighs as you opened your legs wider, the need to be penetrated fueling your actions.

Kento groaned against your breast, lips latching onto your nipple. Warm saliva mixed with the melting whipped cream spread across your chest as he sucked. The man grunting with each thrust against you. You moaned as his erection slid across your clit, shuddering as you finally came. Hips canting into his you moaned, cunt fluttering around nothing.

“Good girl.” He breathed, finally pulling away from your nipples. Kento’s face was bright red, lips smeared with whipped cream.

You snorted, running a finger along his cheek before popping it in your mouth. It was sweet and tasted like Nanami’s kisses.

Eager

Nanami Kento was eager to eat pussy. It was something you honestly weren’t surprised to learn. While you hadn’t been with many men, you had come to realize a constant in your life. Quiet men ate pussy like they were starving. You weren’t sure if it was something that was just a fact of life or an effect you had on quiet men. Either way, you enjoyed it immensely.

What was a surprise was how and when he would initiate the act. Sometimes you were at home, sometimes in the car. It was like he would get hit by lightning, eager and quietly asking for you to spread your legs.

This time was different. Nanami Kento was rarely ruffled by life, always well dressed, hair in place. But when you were asked to the main lobby of your workplace, you found a version of your boyfriend that was almost feral. His jacket was sitting awkwardly on his shoulders, hair mussed and tie shoved into one pocket. If you didn’t know better you would assume he had been in a fight.

He had asked if you could take the rest of the day and you had nodded, concerned something was wrong. Something was, not that he would divulge. His work was something he outright refused to talk about when you asked. You had gotten your purse and quietly followed him onto the sunny street.

Down one street, then another. He had taken your hand so thankfully you didn’t get lost. But in your heels and at the pace he was walking, you found yourself stumbling more than once. Nanami was a man possessed. It was concerning but you were silent, knowing that eventually he would let you in, tell you what was troubling him.

And suddenly, you found yourself in a small lecture room. A map was taped over the chalkboard, a small tv on the lecture table. The room was empty, desks and chairs neatly lined up.

“Kento whats wrong?” You were slightly out of breath, taking stairs in heels was already difficult. Adding in your over 6 foot boyfriend practically dragging you up the stairs and you were surprised you hadn’t fallen.

“On the desk.” It was a command, his voice was husky, eyes hidden behind the colored lens of his glasses. You complied, confused as you watched him strip his jacket off. His side was injured, you realized. As if he had been sliced by a large knife. You gasped, moving to stand and froze as he barked for you to stay put.

Nanami Kento was a strict man, a quiet rule follower. But he had never been this commanding.

“Just please.” His tone softened, the man taking in the rigid set of your shoulders. “Please let me do this.”

You blinked as he kneeled before you, removing his glasses and handing them to you. Taking them gingerly, you searched his face, confused by the desperate look on his face.

“Just indulge me. Please.”

You gave him a nod, setting his glasses to the side and running your hand through his hair. He was sweating slightly and your gaze again drifted to the blood staining his side. Everything within you was screaming to insist he go to the hospital. But his hands were already on your knees, pushing your skirt up.

You lifted yourself slightly, the skirt bunching around your waist. Kento let out a small sigh, large fingers hooking around the waistband of your underwear and pulling.

You squeaked as the fabric simply tore. He had had no intention of sliding them off. No, Nanami Kento had wanted quick access to the trembling heat between your thighs.

His strong fingers dug into the fat of your thighs, holding your legs in place as he inhaled deeply. You flushed, swallowing thickly as you waited for him to make his move.

His nose nudged against your clit as he pressed his tongue flat against your folds. You let out a low sigh, hips canting forward in response as he moaned against your cunt. Nanami licked along your folds, tongue flicking at your clit.

Your fingers slid through his hair, pulling his face closer. His lips found your clit, sharply sucking the bundle of nerves. You moaned quietly, bucking against his face as he gently pulled at your clit.

The quiet classroom was filled with the low noises made by Nanami’s mouth. His tongue lapping through your folds like a man starving. Teasing his tongue around your entrance, he dragged the warm appendage upwards, circling your clit before returning his attention to your entrance.

His tongue pushed gently into your wet heat, the spongy walls easily stretching to accommodate him. Kento groaned as you tugged at his hair, the tip of his nose nudging your clit as his tongue delved deeper within you.

The heat in your stomach was building. Release was always quick when he ate you out. Nanami Kento was skilled with his mouth, the man’s determination drawing orgasm after orgasm from you with ease. Even now, your legs shook, breath stuttered in your chest. The walls of your cunt fluttered about his tongue and you moaned as he tugged your forward, your ass practically hanging off the desk as he fully sat you on his face.

It had to be uncomfortable, but Nanami showed nothing but eager enjoyment. With his hands, he gently rocked you against his face, setting an easy pace that had your clit hitting the tip of his nose dead on.

You fell back on your elbows, hands leaving his hair as you bucked against the warmth of his mouth. Chasing your end, you opened your thighs wider, quietly begging him to fuck you. Nanami ignored the request, pressing his tongue flat against your folds and licking upwards, eyes closed as he drank you in.

Low, husky moans of pleasure left his throat, gently vibrating against your flesh. Kento had once told you that the taste of your juices was like an aphrodisiac for him. The man couldn’t get enough. Each drag of his tongue was just as much for him as it was for you.

You grinded down upon his face, shuddering as his tongue swirled against your entrance, circling before flicking upwards again. His actions became more aggressive, the man licking and sucking at your clit with a sudden fever that had you cumming without warning.

You gasped as you came, legs snapping shut around Kento’s head. The man continued his actions, lapping at your cunt as you moaned and shuddered above him.

“Fuck.” His lips left you finally, face wet and cheeks flushed. Kento swiped his face clean, wincing as he stood.

“Shit! Kento, Your side!” You shook off the afterglow of your orgasm, shakily getting to your feet and tugging your skirt back into place. The man looked at the now larger patch of blood and sighed, nodding once in your direction.

“I have a colleague on the way.”

It was all he offered. No explanation for either the wound or the intense need he had. You settled in one of the free seats, shaking your head when he advised you could go home. He could keep his secret but you weren’t going to leave until help had arrived.

Fever

Some idiot had come to work sick. It had spread through the office like wildfire, making you question how much the people you worked with actually washed their hands. Half your department was out and here you were, head hazy as you squinted at the computer screen. Each word took two or three passes to read. Your eyes didn’t want to focus, the pounding in your head somehow also in your eyes.

A fever. Not enough to be sent home according to your boss. The man had of course told you this via email, merely peeking at you through the privacy blinds in his office.

Somehow he had missed this round of illness. Probably due to the fact that he was never in office. The man had more golf meetings then you had thought possible. No one liked golf that much. But apparently he did, the man practically skipping out of the office not 5 minutes after the email, golf bag in hand.

Normally you would be angry, the fire fueling your work and getting you through the day. But not today. Even blinking was getting to be too much. Each eyelid had to be at least 10 pounds. You found your head weaving slightly, the weight of your hair, your teeth, it was all too much. Letting out a sigh, you leaned forward, placing your head in your hands. It was only 1 pm, you had at least 4 more hours to get through. Your eyes slid shut, a small reprieve from the weight of everything.

“Shit.” You straightened, blinking the hazy fog from your mind. You had fallen asleep. Slumped awkwardly on your desk, forehead stuck to the keyboard. Peeling yourself free, you glanced at the clock.

5:15pm. You had slept past the end of day. Not that anyone had noticed, the few people left in the office were clearly doing as bad as you, sluggish typing away. Logging off, you stood, legs feeling like they were made of pipe cleaners.

Purse in hand you wobbled your way to the stairs and down to the first floor. It was three blocks to the train station. Then 15 minutes to your stop and 2 blocks home. Normally it was travel you enjoyed. End of the work day meant home, food and potentially Nanami. But today?

Today you prayed you could make it home without passing out.

On your pipe cleaner legs, you shakily made your way home. More than once you paused to just breathe, the pounding in your head making it hard to even just exist. You missed your normal train, but thankfully only had to wait an extra 6 minutes for the next one. The train was the easiest part, an older man catching onto the fact that you weren’t doing the best and offering you his seat.

Somehow, you made it to your apartment. You had the wherewithal to lock the door behind you and then you were on the kitchen floor. It was so cool, the tile like a kind hand against the heat radiating from your face. The urge to sleep over took you and shivering, you gave in.

When you awoke again, you were warm. Too warm. Struggling, you realized there was pressure all around you and you couldn’t move your arms. Panic swelled in your veins, overtaking the haze that still clung to you.

“Hey. It's me. It’s ok.” You relaxed as you recognized Nanami’s voice. He had apparently come over and moved you from the kitchen to your bed. Wrapped around you, the man had a book in his free hand, glasses balanced precariously on the end of his nose. It was sweet and you smiled lazily before stiffening.

“You’ll get sick.” You moaned, trying to squirm away from him. Nanami ignored your protests, tucking the blankets more firmly about you. It was hard to fight him. Your boyfriend’s quiet insistence that you sleep was easy enough to indulge. The man was too big and too warm, like the world's best pillow. You found yourself drifting asleep again, head tucked in the crook of his arm. Nanami was the perfect man. He smelled of fresh laundry and bread. As you gave into sleep, you felt his lips against your forehead.

A kiss? Perhaps, but more likely the man was checking your temperature. Nanami was responsible like that.

Gentle

He was always so gentle in everything dealing with you. It was as if he were afraid that you were going to break if he made a single misstep. It was aspects of life you didn’t even always think of, like when he would gently move you mid-sentence a little further from the street corner. Sometimes it annoyed you. Like when he would never let you walk past the opening of an alleyway, making any walk you took a strange tango of you on one side of him then the other. Or how he insisted you wait for him if it were past a certain time at night. No more late night trips to the convenience store, at least not alone.

But as annoying as it could get. He was gentle with you. Soft suggestions, lingering touches, a look that set your heart a flutter. The small odd habits of his were easy enough to ignore. In truth you hadn’t had a boyfriend before that was so gentle. It made you feel special in a way.

So you accepted the gentleness.

Nanami seemed to walk in a world full of harsh and hidden threats. It made you wonder sometimes. Sitting across from him on the rare dates you too made. There were moments between his gentleness where you could see the part of himself he kept hidden away. It was hard, lined with sharp edges and a sharper gaze. And then it would be gone, covered by the Nanami you knew. It didn’t scare you, whatever it was he was dealing with was clearly something larger than life. He had to be sharp to survive it.

“What has you so frustrated?”

You blinked as Nanami leaned forward, eyebrows furrowing as he took in your expression. You could feel the frown pulling your lips down and you let out a small sigh. He was soft again, his hand gently laying over yours on the table.

“Just thinking.” You offered up a smile. He seemed satisfied with that answer, leaning back in his chair and looking out the window again. All of Tokyo bustled by, the streets buzzing with life. You ignored it in favor of him, watching as the gentleness melted again for a second, the sharp look returning to his face.

You hoped whatever it was he was facing, it wouldn’t steal what remained of his gentle soul.

Hair

His hair was always parted exactly the same, perfectly in place. Each strand had a place to be and knew to neatly sit. Had you not seen his morning routine and the careful combing and light gel he used, you would have assumed the man had a psychic hold over his hair. No matter if he had work or not, his hair was always neatly done. You could ask him to run to the store quick late at night and without a doubt, he’d fix his hair.

Habit he had told you. Habit and wanting to still appear professional. Even though he wasn’t a salary man anymore, he still dressed like one. At a glance he blended in with the masses that shuffled through the streets of Tokyo.

His hair being let down was something reserved just for you. When he was sleeping, after a shower and of course during intercourse. You purposefully threaded your fingers through his hair every chance you got.

He had the odd habit of swiping it back in place, even when in the midst of eating you out. It never went back quite right after you had mused it. Golden strands would still hang in front of his flushed face.

“You can leave it down.” You had laughed one evening, breathless from the two rounds of sex you had. Kento raised an eyebrow, gently setting the glass of water he had retrieved on the night stand. On his way to the kitchen he had again slicked his hair back as best as he could.

“Leave what down?” He sat on the edge of the bed, sliding back under the covers. Despite having spent the last hour fucking your brains out he had already snatched his book from the bedside table.

“Your hair.” You laughed again, reaching up to ruffle his hair. Kento gave you a look, free hand already sneaking up to fix what you had undone. Even at his most vulnerable he was perfectly kempt.

Insatiable

You don’t know what had happened that night. All you knew was he came over to your place, stitches along one side and a dark look in his eyes.

“Can I come in?” For the first time ever you hesitated, worry chewing at your stomach as you took in his battered appearance. He looked tired and on the verge of passing out.

“I need to relieve some stress. If that’s alright with you?” He was polite as always, asking for consent before even inside your apartment. You nodded, stepping aside and letting him in.

Stress relief for Nanami Kento was apparently as many rounds of sex as you could withstand.

Despite having his side stitched and bruises, he was a man starved, ignoring pain as he tried to satiate his hunger.

The first round was fine as was the second. By the third your hips were sore and you weren’t sure you could cum again. And by the fourth you were a mess, his cum dripping from between your thighs, drool staining one cheek. Your face was pressed into the pillow, ass in the air as he drilled into you.

“One more.” Kento huffed, the rough pad of his thumb pressed against your clit. You groaned, unable to tell him that you couldn’t, that it was all too much. You had already cum five times. Each one was more intense than the last and now just the sensation of his cock buried within you was too much.

You moaned as his hand left your hip, tangling in your hair and tugging you upright. It changed where his cock was hitting with each thrust.

“You can do it.” His warm breath was in your ear, hips snapping in a ruthless rhythm. You let out a small whimper, hips trying and failing to keep pace with him. He shifted his hand from your hair to your breast, tweaking the nipple roughly.

It was all too much. The tight heat in your belly just kept building with no end in sight. Your abdominal muscles felt weak, stomach clenching weakly as he let out a grunt. The sound sent a shudder through you and you moaned as he brought his fingers to your mouth, sliding them in. You bit lightly on the digits, legs shaking as you struggled to remain upright. He had you locked against his chest, balancing you on his thighs as he thrusted upwards.

Faintly you wondered if you should ask to stop, to check his wound because surely he had ripped some stitches. But your mind was too hazy, drool dripping from your lips as he finally made you cum.

You let out a low groan, cunt weakly fluttering about his cock.

“Good girl.” Nanami grunted, pulling his fingers from your mouth to pull your hips tightly against his. Somehow he still had energy. You fell forward, sighing against the pillow as he picked up the pace, slamming into you with low groans.

He was never very vocal in bed, normally you would get a low huff or moan. But this side of Nanami, the hungry beast who was fucking you like it was the last thing he’d ever get to do. He was very vocal.

Nanami finally came, letting out a low ‘fuck’ as he did so. You flopped onto one side, looking up at him through half closed eyes. His side seemed alright, red near the stitches but nothing seemed to be bleeding.

He was panting, sweat dripping down his chest as he stared down at you. Still kneeling, cum dripped from the tip of his still half hard cock. You noted that his thick patch of pubic hair was soaked from making you cum so many times.

One hand swiped through his hair, pushing the sweaty locks from his eyes. The heavy look that had been in his eyes had disappeared.

“Shower?” He was out of breath, hand going to the stitches on his side. You nodded and then laughed.

“I gotta wait till my legs work.” You laughed again at the expression that crossed his face. An odd mix of pride and apology.

“Bath then?”

You nodded at that, feeling as if your bones were made of jello as he picked you up and made his way to the bathroom. Despite how tired you felt, you let him fuck you again in the bath.

Jacket

You had fallen in love with him in your first week at the office. It was your first corporate job, and you had realized quickly that getting to the train and making it to the office on time required intense time management. On your 4th day, there was rain. You hadn’t bothered looking at the weather ahead of time. And like an idiot, you never bothered with an umbrella in your bag.

Your walk to the train had quickly turned into a run. The sudden rain pelted you, an icy torrent that had you shivering as you skidded onto the train. Your skirt was mostly fine, the black fabric was damp. But your shirt, a plain white blouse that you wore every day, was now see through.

It was a nightmare scenario and you felt frozen. People were staring, the train doors had already closed and you couldn’t stop shivering.

“Here.” A warm jacket was slid about your shoulders. You flinched, turning to see a vaguely familiar face. A tall man, blonde hair and silver glasses. His name was Ken? Or maybe Kensei?

He worked in your office, you had seen him on the same floor as you, often looking as if he hadn’t slept in days. You thankfully slide your arms into the jacket, buttoning the front as best you could. It made the shirt less noticeable and you thanked him quietly. He hadn’t said anything back, just nodded and adjusted his tie.

The rest of the day you found yourself wandering near his end of the department’s floor, hoping to find out what his name was. He was quiet and kept to himself. And it wasn’t until the next day that you found out his name.

“Oh you mean Nanami Kento?” Your colleague looked up from her computer screen. “Tall blonde right?”

You nodded, thanking her and quickly making your way over to his desk. He hadn’t noticed you at first, blinking up at you blearily when you finally mustered the courage to say his name.

“Your jacket, thank you.” You held the garment out to him, noting the dark bags under his eyes. The man took the jacket with a small nod, turning back to the screen before him.

As you walked back to your desk, you realized your cheeks were flushed and that you had a massive crush on Nanami Kento.

Kisses

Your first kiss had been sweet. Kento had leaned in, warm hand tilting your head up to catch your lips with his. It was a quick kiss, you were too nervous to press for anything more. The man had fucked you not 24 hours prior but on your first date you were a nervous schoolgirl again.

Your second kiss had been on the train. He had offered to pick you up after work, the plan was to go to his house for dinner. You were tired, almost too tired to stand for the short ride to his apartment. Kento had been standing in front of you, blocking the crowd that pressed in behind two of you. He had leaned in without warning, pressing his lips to yours. The action surprised you for a moment before you leaned in, hands grabbing the edges of his jacket to keep steady.

Your third kiss had been later that night. After dinner and spending some time reading, you had found yourself in his bed, clothing scattered about the floor and the man buried balls deep in your pussy. You had been the one to initiate the kiss, hands sliding over his shoulders as you pressed your lips against his. He had accepted eagerly, thrusting lazily into you as your lips slid against each other. His tongue had slid into your mouth, laving against the roof of your mouth as you moaned against his lips. Back arching, you licked his teeth, tongue running along his bottom lip. He kept you beneath him that night for hours, his lips finding yours with a polite hunger.

Lace

You wore nothing but lace. The scraps of fabric barely covered your skin. Your nipples pressed against the scratchy fabric and you resisted the urge to move. This was a surprise and you had assumed what you thought was the perfect pose. It wasn’t a special day, you had just felt like treating the man. He was always exhausted and even if all you got was quiet and warm words in response, you would be happy.

The only problem was, Kento was late. Your phone sat on the bedside table, silent. There was the urge to grab it to call him, but in the back of your mind, you were certain the second you moved, he would enter the room.

Time moved slowly and you cursed the man for being so with the times that he had no clock in the bedroom. You had expected it of the man, some clunky square clock that would blare it's alarm. But no, he used his phone like the rest of the world.

Without wanting to you found yourself flopping onto your back with a small huff. Your phone chimed confirming the worst. Nanami had to work overtime. You stared up at the ceiling, hoping he would be safe. Hoping that whatever he would fight would be weaker than him.

“Oh!” You had drifted off, despite being practically naked and on top of the blankets sleep had set in. But now you were awake, hazily clawing yourself from sleep as a wave of pleasure coiled in your gut.

Kento was between your thighs, tongue lapping at your wet folds. The crotchless lace underwear had been the right choice. You sleepy congratulated yourself on that, thighs opening wider to allow him more access.

Kento was naked, fresh from a shower, his glasses perched neatly on his nose. His cock hung heavy between his legs, dripping precum onto the bed. You shivered at the sight, bucking your hips against his face as he made another pass with his tongue.

“You got all dressed up for me. I couldn’t help myself.”

Nanami was a man of few words when it came to sex. A command here of there, the occasional praise. But for the most part he was as stoic with sex as he was with the rest of life.

Tonight something was different. Face buried in your cunt, one hand came up, roughly squeezing your breast. The lace scratched at your nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure straight to your cunt.

Kento groaned into your folds, his other hand sneaking between your thighs, a single finger gently sliding into your entrance. You bucked up against him, gasping as a second finger quickly joined, stretching your walls. Arousal slicked your thighs, dripping around his fingers and onto the mattress.

“Good girl.” He panted, his glasses were fogged, the heat of your core apparently enough to do so. You shivered at his praise, silently moaning as he lapped at your clit. His eye contact was intense, unblinking as he watched you squirm. The hand on your breast kept you in place, unable to escape the gentle thrusting of his fingers or the intent drag of his tongue against your clit.

Your legs shook, the pleasurable throbbing heat in your abdomen building.

“Not yet.” Nanami barked, lifting his head from your folds. His lips and cheeks smeared with your juices. You whined, hips still canting against his fingers as you tried and failed to chase the orgasm that had almost hit.

He sat up, fingers leaving your cunt as he swiped a hand across his face. Kento’s hair had fallen from his perfect part, the messy look adding to the odd fervor thrumming in his veins.

You shifted as he moved closer, letting your legs fall open further as he nestled between them. Nanami was warm, his thick cock standing upright, precum leaking down onto your clit as he steadied himself above you.

For a moment there was silence, Kento’s piercing gaze searching your face. The sharpness and exhaustion that lived in his face lifted for a moment and he offered you one of his rare brilliant smiles.

“I love you.”

You blinked, mind swimming from beneath the haze of arousal as you took in his words. It was a shock, it was exhilarating, you felt your heart in your throat.

“I love you too.”

Miss

After everything that had happened. After all you had been through. Nothing hurt more than the ache of missing him. You had barely made it out alive. Your body had been badly injured, Shoko unable to repair some of the damage, even with her amazing ability.

The joint aches, the burns, the nerve damage. None of it compared to the pain of losing Nanami.

The worst part was how missing him was woven into everything. The simple act of waking up was painful. The bed you had shared feeling so cold and empty.

Walking around the house he had bought, the house you had shared. He was everywhere and nowhere all at once.

The books that made you cry, their spines perfectly aligned, sitting on a desk that grew more dusty by the day. A shared closet full of suits and button ups that sat dark and closed. You had stopped wearing dresses and skirts, not wanting to glimpse the gray and blue that sat within.

Your heart ached whenever you showered, the bottles of shampoo and body wash sitting untouched, save for when you would dare open one and sniff it gently.

It was a pale imitation of the man who would wrap you in his arms. It didn’t carry the warmth he had.

You missed him so much that it physically hurt to be awake. Days were spent in bed, wrapped in one of his shirts until his scent wore off. Your eyes were puffy from crying, body growing weak from your neglect. And none of it mattered because he was gone.

Your rock, your tall blonde who always looked at you as if you were the most priceless jewel.

Shoko tried her best to tend to you. The tired brunette had lost her best friend, had seen her other best friend's dead body walking around, cursed. She was as broken as you were. And yet she persisted.

“It’ll always be there.” She let out a stream of smoke, looking out at the small backyard. You sat with her on the back patio, wrapped in a blanket. She had come over, offering up baked goods and a tired smile.

“It’s like a hole right in your soul. Heavier than anything in this world.” Shoko took another drag, glancing at you from the corner of her eye as she held onto the smoke for a moment.

“The trick is to not let it consume your entire being.”

You rubbed a hand across your cheek, staring out at the night sky.

“What if I want to?” The pain was throbbing, the void where he existed raw and agonizingly empty.

Shoko let out her lung full of smoke, shrugging slightly, “You’ll become cursed or maybe a curse yourself.”

You didn’t say anything, staring up at the night sky. Nanami wouldn’t want this for you. But he wasn’t here anymore.

You existed, in pain and missing him. And how you wished you didn’t.

Night time

Since you had moved into his house, night time had become more enjoyable. Nanami was lucky, his small and tidy house also having a small and tidy yard. It was quaint, a small chunk of earth that felt separate from the rest of the city.

It was better than the small balcony your apartment had come with. The rickety iron and crumbling concrete had meant you only felt safe putting a plant or two out there. For the most part you had ignored it, seeing it as only a means to have to listen to the sounds of the city and smell cigarette smoke.

“Outside again?”

Kento’s voice was low, husky with the remnants of sleep. He had been napping after a mission so you had come outside to bask under the stars.

“Some people would call it moon bathing.” You laughed, setting your book aside. Kento had bought you a nice wicker loveseat for the back patio and you were curled up on it, a heavy blanket wrapped about you.

Shifting, you made room as he sat beside you, the man tugging a corner of the blanket over himself. His hair was down, the blonde strands looking silver tinted in the dim light spilling from the house.

“What are you thinking about?” His voice was low, one arm wrapping around your waist as you snuggled against his chest.

“How the world doesn’t seem real from here.” You looked up at the twinkling stars, hardly believing you were still in the city. This home was untouched by the vicious anger and filth that churned in the city.

“It really doesn’t.” He hummed, resting his forehead against yours.

“Kinda feels like it's only us left.” You murmured, eyes sliding shut as Kento’s warmth soaked into your side. His smell, like clean laundry and warm bread, was lulling you to sleep.

Before you passed out, you heard his whisper of.

“I really wish it was.”

Overtime

You hated overtime. It was grueling, ate into your personal life and usually just fed into a never ending cycle of work that missed its deadline. Your manager was bad at time management, often coming to you an hour or two before the end of day with a project that just had to get done. It was never posed to you as optional. No, with your company overtime was expected and never rewarded.

Nanami Kento hated overtime just as much as you did. It wasn’t often that he had to, usually only on the odd trips his job sent him on. Those weeks you already had it in your mind that you wouldn’t see him so it never bothered you.

But your job? It always ate into your planned dates with Nanami. You would often find yourself messaging him, a scowl on your face. It made you feel like an asshole and like you had no life.

“So. We need this done before end of day.” The stack of paper was dumped unceremoniously on your desk. You somehow managed to keep a straight face, nodding once before turning back to your screen. Your boss would no doubt leave early, the man never felt the need to assist with any of the projects he so conveniently forgot about.

As soon as he left, you texted Nanami, sending along an apology for having to cancel yet another date night. He didn’t respond, the man never usually did when working. With a sign, you took the first file, grimacing as you began.

11:43 pm. That’s how long it took you. Just 17 minutes before the day ended and you managed somehow to get everything done. You were furious however, stalking to the train station to catch one of the last trains to your stop. This job was a never ending cycle of you and others cleaning up the mistakes of your superiors. You stewed the entire train ride home, fingers clenching your purse with a white knuckled grip.

To your surprise, the lights were on in your apartment. You climbed the flight of stairs to your landing and cautiously opened the door. A mixture of exhaustion and anger slightly clouding your mind.

The apartment smelled of warm miso soup and fresh bread. Kento shot you a small smile, gesturing at the spread of food he had set out on the kitchen table. Slice vegetables, miso soup, bread and thin cuts of perfectly cooked fish. All laid out in a way that only Kento would do.

“I hope you don’t mind. “ Polite as always. You laughed, throwing your arms around the tall man.

“Of course not!” Tossing your purse to one side, you sat down, digging in with a groan. You were starved, not realizing it till the first bite of bread practically melted on your tongue.

Kento had already eaten, the man sitting across from you with a book. It was peaceful, the stress of the day melting from you as you silently watched the man. He looked up, catching your eye and making you blush.

“I’ve been thinking.” He set the book aside, reaching out and snagging a slice of cucumber. You hummed, sipping the warm soup slowly as you waited for him to continue.

“About us moving in together.” Kento leaned back, popping the cucumber in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. “I make enough, I have a house. You wouldn’t need to do overtime ever again.”

You stared at him, spoon halfway to your mouth. Was he being serious? Your heart was in your throat, excitement flooding your veins. This was new to you. Only 9 months into the relationship, but you were ready. You had been since he told you about cursed spirits.

“I would love that.” You smiled, feeling a lightness in your heart. Nanami swept one hand through his hair, a gentle smile on his lips.

“I’ll start moving items to make space for you at home.”

You beamed at that, popping a slice of fish in your mouth. No more overtime, moving in with your tall boyfriend who should cook. You were incredibly lucky.

Pull

There was an odd pull to being around Nanami Kento. You weren’t sure what it was, but he had an air about him that made you want to get closer.

Maybe it was the safety in his height, how he was able to peer over crowds, guide you in such a way that you were never bumped into or stepped on.

Or perhaps it was his face. His sharp gaze and even sharper cheekbones. Being half European, he stood out in Japan, easy to find in a crowd. And his look was unique. Deep brown eyes and blond hair had a way of making him look softer in the right light. A balance against the sharpness of his other features.

Maybe it was his voice. Deep and steady, never wavering. He spoke with confidence, always taking the lead in situations, even if he didn’t intend to.

There was a pull to being around Nanami Kento. So when he vanished from the world, you felt it. A hole that would never close opened in your soul.

Quiet

You were quiet, more so than normal. There was always a nice calm between the two of you. Both of you appreciate spending time together silently doing your own things, be it reading or working on projects. But the past few days you had been abnormally quiet. Kento wasn’t used to mere nods and hmms of acknowledgement. You were distant, eyes darting to dark corners of rooms, teeth worrying at the nail of one thumb.

Finally, Nanami broke the quiet.

“What's wrong?”

You were both in bed, you curled on one side trying to sleep, Kento sitting up with a book. A glance up at his face told you he was deeply concerned. Kento’s face was always lined, a mix of exhaustion and whatever secret it was that he kept weighing on him. But this was different as if all the sharp lines of his face were pointed at you.

You chewed at your lip before sighing, looking away from his intense gaze. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to open up to him. Being open and honest was something you always felt you could be with him.

But the thing that had caused you to be so quiet in the past week just didn’t make sense. You felt insane and admitting it out loud was something you weren’t sure you could do.

“I’ve.” You began, shifting onto your back. It would be easier to tell the ceiling than your boyfriend.

“I’ve been seeing things.” It was barely a whisper. You felt your cheeks flush as you kept your eyes locked on the dull white of your bedroom ceiling. Beside you, Kento shifted, the warmth of his legs pressing against your side. He didn’t say anything for a moment, the quiet in the room stretching on unbearably long.

“What kind of things?” His question was soft, no judgment in his tone. It was as if he were asking you how your day was. You glanced up at him, searching his face for any hint of judgment. Of course he wasn’t judging you, far from it.

“Like.” You gestured vaguely, unsure how exactly to put what you saw into words.

“Creatures. Strange creatures.” It was a lame description, one you knew didn’t do it justice. What you were seeing were absolute nightmares. The second you left your apartment you were bombarded with fuzzy shapes that seemed to plague the city. And the ones that weren’t vague blobs were the worst. Demonic twisted forms. Like ideas not quite fully formulated. Escaped nightmares that cackled, whispered and yelled. Every street corner had them, they clung to people like odd backpacks and strange hats. No matter where you turned, you could find one within arms reach.

You had been ignoring them as best as you could. But it was really getting to you. The mental toll of trying to appear normal at work, while ignoring the things that clung to your coworkers and office equipment was too much. Whispers plagued you as you attempted to do your job, the odd creatures speaking their own language as they picked and stabbed at your colleagues. No one reacted. Not on the streets, not in the office. You alone were affected.

“They weren’t there a few days ago. But now.” You felt tears welling in your eyes, lip trembling. Admitting what you had seen finally brought the exhaustion and feelings you had been trying so hard to ignore crashing into you.

Kento pulled you against his chest, silently holding you as you sobbed. He was so warm and so normal, it added to your distress. Tears streaming down your face, all you could think of was how scared you were. How horrifying it was to leave your apartment anymore.

“I don’t know if I should see a psychiatrist or check myself into a clinic.” Your voice trembled as you spoke, breaking on certain words. Kento pressed a kiss against your forehead, thumbs rubbing comforting circles against your side. He was quiet, much too quiet and you lay in his arms, waiting for him to confirm that you were in fact insane.

But he didn’t. Instead he shifted, clearing his throat as you finally made eye contact with him.

“I have something to tell you.”

Riding

“Kento.” You let out a breathy moan, hands planted on his chest as you grind your hips against his. The man had his large hands on his hips, trapping you against him as he thrust up into your wet heat. His cock hit differently in this position and you could barely keep yourself steady. Each thrust landing deep within you, the head of his cock dragging against your G-spot with surgical precision.

Sweat slid down your back and you shivered as your clit caught against his rough patch of pubic hair. Your abdomen muscles burned. Riding wasn’t something you had ever done often, but when Nanami had asked, you had happily obliged.

His hands slide from your hips, grasping the fat of your ass with a bruising force. The man’s face was flushed, eyes locked on your breasts as they bounced with each thrust. He was concentrating on you, hands guiding your hips as he watched your expressions. Kento wasn’t one to think of his pleasure first. The man made it his goal to have you cum first and any after were just a bonus.

You shuddered above him, arms feeling weak as you bounced against him. He slid his hands up your back, gently nudging you to lay down. You obliged, sore arms and abdomen feeling a sense of relief as you lay flat against the expanse of his chest. Your sweat slicked skin slid against together and you allowed yourself to relax, twining your arms around his neck.

“I’ve got you.” His voice was low and warm, breath tickling your ear as he grasped your hips again, thrusting upwards slowly. You allowed him to take control, quiet moans bubbling from your throat as he brought you closer to orgasm.

Not having to hold yourself up allowed you to concentrate more on the heat in your stomach, the building fire filling your veins. Your hips rocking against his, your clit rubbed against the rough hair at the base of his cock, quickly building the tight thread of pleasure within your stomach.

The hard planes of his chest pressed against your soft breasts, your nipples rubbing against his skin with each thrust.

You ground down on him, lips finding the skin of his throat. Licking and sucking under his jaw, you nibbled gently at the skin. Kento let out a low huff of air, hips canting up into yours, his pace quickening.

Placing kiss after kiss, you ran your tongue along the jumping vein in his neck. His heart was racing much like yours, a shiver running through him as you bit down gently.

The bedroom was silent save for the lewd wetness of your juices between the two of you. The occasional breathy moan slipped past your lips as you felt yourself growing closer to your end.

“Cum for me.” A command, his husky voice sending a shiver straight to your cunt as he thrust into you. “Now.”

Kenot’s commands were gentle, but enough to tip you over the edge. You came with a small cry, hips locking in place as your walls fluttered around his cock. He groaned in your ear as your walls milked him, the man spilling inside you soon after.

Sad

He was sad. One day a year Nanami Kento carried a cloud with him. He never made plans on that day, never told you where he went. You didn’t question it, accepting the silent and morose day for what it was.

Those days he kept his distance and you realized that he was stuck in the past. Replaying some event in his mind over and over again. As an outside observer, you felt as if he were punishing himself. He barely ate on that day, too lost in his head to care for his body.

It was on those days, late at night, that Kento would finally show a sliver of the grief within him. Wrapping around you in bed, his head nestled in your neck, Nanami Kento would cry. It was silent, his shoulder shaking as warm tears slid from his face onto your skin. You never gave indication that you were awake, staying as still as you could. A silent rock in his sea of agony.

Taste

He liked to taste you. Tongue lapping against your folds with the same eagerness each time. Kento loved giving but rarely ever asked to receive. You realized it 4 months into dating. The night before had been particularly passionate and as you looked back on it, you realized that with dating him you had become something of a pillow princess. Part of you felt a twist of shame, wondering if the stoic man was just too polite to ask.

But then you thought of how eager he was to just dive in. The man devoured you as soon as you hit the bed, not really giving you a chance to offer anything past your moans.

That morning you showered slowly, purposefully taking your time. Nanami had awoken before you, going to his study to work on whatever it was his job had him do. You had to be careful with your plan of attack. The man had a tendency to sweep you off your feet before you could think.

Stepping from the shower, you were quick to towel off, deciding to forgo clothing as you stalked to the office. It was a bit cold, your skin breaking out in goosebumps as you hurried down the hall.

Your stomach was tight with excitement, a warmth thrumming through your veins as you quietly slipped into the room. Nanami hadn’t noticed, a book in one hand, his other on the computer mouse. For a second you felt bad about interrupting his work, knowing that it was important to him. But you quickly shook it off, crossing to his desk and offering a smile.

The man let a noise of surprise, setting the book down as he took in your lack of clothing. You grinned at him, feeling butterflies of nervousness in your stomach.

Kento opened his mouth and you pressed a finger to his lips. If he spoke, he would have you on your back in his bed within seconds.

You crouched, fingers deftly untucking his shirt and undoing his buckle. Before he could react again, you had unzipped his paint, freeing his growing erection with ease.

“Can I taste you?” You asked, staring up at him through your still damp eyelashes. Kento visibly swallowed, sharp cheeks flushing a light pink. The man nodded, leaning back in his chair, legs opening wider to allow you to nestle between his thighs.

You gave his cock an experimental pump, feeling a little more than pleased at the fact that he was already fully hard. Swirling your tongue around the inside of your mouth, you allowed spit to pool before opening and gently placing your lips on the head of his cock.

Kento let out a small huff of hair, head tilting back slightly as he watched you through half lidded eyes. You ran your tongue over the head of his cock, teasing the slit at the tip. He tasted salty and clean. The scent of soap mixing with his natural musk.

You opened your mouth, sliding your lips and tongue along his length as you attempted to seat him fully in your mouth.

It was impossible of course, Kento’s cock was thick, normally stretching your pussy. In your mouth, you got about halfway down his length, jaw popping slightly as you reached your limit. You didn’t let that deter you, sliding your hand around the rest of his length. Gently, you began bobbing your head up and down, flattening your tongue along the underside of his cock.

Kento’s hand wound through your hair, a low moan escaping his lips as you set a quick pace.

He tasted salty, precum dripping into your mouth and adding to the lubrication as you pumped his cock.

The hand in your hair tightened as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking sharply. Kento’s hips moved slightly, bucking into your mouth. You shifted, allowing the saliva pooling in your mouth to spill out, lubricating his length. With the hand not wrapped firmly around his cock, you gently caressed his balls, squeezing experimentally. The man’s hips jumped at that action, his cock going deeper down your throat.

You almost gagged, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as your jaw began to ache.

“Can I set the pace?” Kento was out of breath, the hand not tangled in your hair, grasping his chair with a white knuckled grip. You hesitated, then let out a noise of agreement.

The idea of choking on his cock was unpleasant, you weren’t a fan of face fucking. But you trusted him to be kind.

The hand in your hair tightening its grip, gently nudging you forward. His hips bucked forward, and he moaned as he tapped the back of your throat. You shuddered, fingers digging into his thighs as he began gently but firmly fucking your mouth.

You watched his face through your damp eyelashes, taking in his heavy lidded eyes and parted lips. He was panting as he thrust into your mouth, the prickly hair at the base of his cock tickling your nose with each thrust.

Kento was close. His tells, the swelling of his chest, the tightening of his grasp, the way his nose scrunched. They were all converging.

Kento came with a low grunt, thrusting into your mouth and letting his seed spill in. He tasted salty, the thick cum dripping out of the corner of your mouth as he gently pulled free. His spent cock lay limp against his pants as he leaned forward, gently grasping your chin.

“Was I too rough?”

You shook your head, swallowing his cum and opening your mouth, showing him it was all gone. Kento’s pupils dilated and you shrieked as he scooped you up, making his way to the bedroom.

Under

The world had fallen under the realm of reality. It was the only thing that made sense. It had fallen from the bright sunny spot it always existed in and flipped. Now the dark underbelly that roiled in the shadows was loose, running rampant on the streets.

You hadn’t meant to be in Shibuya on one of the busiest nights. Yuji had mentioned in passing a horror movie he liked and you had gotten it in your head to put together a gift for the three students that Kento worked with. All of them looked so tired all the time, more tired than kids their age should.

So like an idiot, you went out. The allure of a Halloween discount for horror movies had compelled you. And now, like thousands of other idiots, you were trapped. It made no sense an invisible barrier separated you from the outside world. All of Shibuya seemed trapped as if pulled from the very earth itself.

“They’re asking for some Gojo guy.”

You whipped your head around, trying and failing to find the speaker. Did they mean Satoru Gojo? Surely not.

You looked back at the barrier, running your hand along the invisible wall. Could curses do something like this? You cursed yourself, thinking back on how you had shrugged off Nanami, telling him that your lack of fighting ability meant that there was no real reason to learn more about cursed spirits you could see.

So so stupid.

The barrier shifted to your right and the man who had been standing there stumbled back, gawking at the person emerging from the other side. It was Gojo. His eyes were covered and his mouth set in a thin line. You shivered, feeling oddly cold as he fully stepped into the barrier, glancing about.

He noticed you, hooking one finger around the blindfold he wore and pulling it to expose one eye. His iris was the most brilliant blue you had ever seen and it filled you with dread. He didn’t say anything, quickly jumping and literally walking over the crowd, in search of something you couldn’t see.

You fell to your knees, shopping bag sitting defeated next to you. The look had told you everything in just a second. There was no coming out of this. There was no happy ending for anyone in Shibuya.

You sat there at the barrier for as long as you could, praying that Gojo would fix it, that Nanami would somehow find a way to help you escape. But then the screaming started and you began to run.

You could see them now, the large spirits that had evaded you for so long. They were hungry and violent. And you couldn’t fight them. You ran, breathless and legs burning for as long as you could.

And then the ground shifted and you were falling. Under the city where even worse beings lurked.

As you fell, you faintly wondered if Nanami was safe.

Vibe

“The vibe is off.” Yuji sighed. You hummed in agreement, tilting your head slightly as you took in the store before you. To your right, Kento shot the pair of you a look. A mixture of exasperation and confusion.

Somehow, the ever punctual and always perfectly scheduled Nanami Kento had forgotten a weekend training with his student. You had been almost to the train station when his phone had gone off. By the time you were on the train, he was mid conversation with the student, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as you spoke. When it ended, you knew what he was going to say. Cancel the date and attend to his work. So before he could you had cut him off and offered to tag along. Nanami hadn’t like that, but his quiet protests had been silenced when you tilted your head to the right. There was a barely visible blob, one hazy hand sneaking closer to your own.

The train was always full of cursed spirits. Now that you knew what they were, it was somehow easier to ignore them. It didn’t stop the disgusting little creatures from trying to touch you.

Nanami had relented, his promise of teaching you to get rid of smaller ones had yet to be fulfilled.

“Regardless of the vibe this is the perfect learning opportunity.” Nanami huffed, arms crossed as he stared down his pupil. The boy shrugged, motioning around the room before looking at you.

“Want the big guy?”

You took in the empty store, its many broken shelves and mannequins. It was in utter disarray, the condemned sign on the front door making you wonder if it was due to the cursed spirits or the very large mold spots that seemed to be everywhere.

“What big guy?” You asked, taking in the dusty store again. Little curses crawled here and there, their odd voices ringing out in the nearly silent store. They were watching your group warily, tensed as if awaiting an attack. But nothing you would consider big.

“Ah.” Yuji turned to Nanami, a look of pure concern on his face, “Nanamin, isn’t it a little mean to bring your girlfriend here if she can’t see all the spirits?”

You inhaled at that, shooting your own look at Nanami. While he had explained the existence of what you could see and how jujutsu sorcery worked, he had failed to mention there were curses you couldn’t see.

A similar revelation seemed to be working its way through his mind and you watched as his cheeks went slightly pink. The poor man was no doubt mortified.

Later, after Yuji had fought what to you was a patch of air and the store had been cleaned of the spirits you could see, Nanami did admit quietly that the vibe was indeed off.

Wake

There was a moment some days when you woke up before Kento did. On those days you would quietly turn in bed, nestling closer to him. When he was asleep, Nanami Kento was finally peaceful. The sharp lines and weight that plagued him melted and you could see the quiet reserved man in his entirety.

In the summer, the first rays of light would leak through your blinds, streaming across your bed. They would hit his hair, turning the strands of blonde golden. In the sunlight he looked like he was sculpted from marble. A picture of perfection, wrapped in your blankets as if he were a piece of porcelain.

Nanami usually woke shortly after the sun did, even before his alarm. In the warm sun, his eyes were a gentle brown, small shards of gold and hazel twining together to create a beautiful sun kissed color.

He was always surprised to see you staring, a light flush spreading across his cheeks. Mornings with Kento normally had little spoken between the two of you. Instead it was quiet kisses and soft touches before the alarm pulled you both from the softness of the morning.

Xenial

“This is a nightmare.” You huffed under your breath. Nothing was turning out right. The food looked barely edible and you were pretty sure the alcohol you had bought was just the worst choice. Nanami had, for some reason, wanted to introduce you to his students and a few colleagues. Like an idiot you had offered to host a dinner.

At the time it had seemed like a good idea. Your place was always tidy and you had a game system the kids could use. Nanami had been hesitant at first, lips pressing in a thin line as he considered it. He had relented, seeing how excited you were to cook for his friends.

But now, you were regretting it.

“Can I help?” Yuji stood in your kitchen doorway, rocking on his heels as he took in the haphazard mess you had laid out across the counter. You swiped a stray lock of hair from your face, straightening as you pushed the pan of chicken into the oven.

“It’s ok! I know you guys were having fun.”

Yuji informed you that he was in fact not having fun. The white haired professor, Gojo was apparently hogging the system, trying to ‘Kick everyone’s ass’ at Tekken. You decided to let Yuji help you. The boy seemed happy to be put to work. He told you stories of working with Nanami, the difficulties of learning to be a sorcerer. You listened quietly, smiling at how much he seemed to look up to Kento.

Together you got dinner cooked and served. Your apartment was small so dinner was eaten in the living room. For once, you urge to keep things working in your favor. You dragged your kotatsu table from your storage closet, fluffing the blanket as you set it out.

The night went well. You learned that Gojo was incredibly loud and enjoyed teasing everyone. The other professor Shoko was quiet, eating slowly as she took in the conversation around her. Nanami was a good mix of the two, talking with his students as they loudly joked.

You liked Nobara and Megumi. Together with Yuji they created an interesting trio. Perfectly balanced in a way.

The food was quickly eaten, Gojo asking for seconds and then thirds. The man could really put food away, loudly proclaiming that Nanami should hurry up and marry you so the team could have more of your cooking. The night was a success despite your earlier worries.

“I think everyone had fun.” You were tackling the mountain of dishes, elbows deep in sudsy water. Nanami stood at your side, drying each dish as you passed it over. He seemed more relaxed than normal, the stiff lines of his shoulders gone.

“My mother would call you a xenial person.”

You blinked at that, Kento never talked about his family. It was a topic he avoided more than jujutsu sorcery. You didn’t comment on it, instead smiling and bumping him with your hip.

“Next time make sure I buy double the food.” You laughed as you passed him another dish, “Gojo eats enough for 4 people.”

Nanami rolled his eyes at that, a small smile gracing his lips. “He’s a thorn in my side.”

He paused, placing the glass he had in one hand down gently. Kento seemed to be considering his words carefully. You watched from the corner of your eyes, slowly washing the last glass.

“He’s important. As annoying as he is, without him, the world would fall.”

His lips were pressed into a thin line, the man staring at his hands as he thought.

Something was going on, you had seen it weighing on not just him but the kids as well. There were more curses around the city and they were more clear than they had ever been. But Kento wasn’t ready to tell you what was happening yet.

“Just tell me when and they can all come over.” You smiled at him, handing the last glass to the man. Kento smiled at that, offering you a small thank you.

Yelp

“SHIT!” You let out a strangled yelp, dodging the hooked arm that swiped at you. Kento had been trying to teach you to dissolve cursed spirits and so far you were having no luck. You had cursed energy, at least he said you did. But you couldn’t figure out how to channel it.

There were wisps that would gather and then just as quickly dissipate.

The curse let out a strangle snarl, the spines on its back shaking oddly. You again tried to channel the cursed energy, feeling the weak whisps at your fingertip. Flicking your hand forward, you focused, trying to imagine the curse just disappearing.

You let out another shriek, ducking behind your boyfriend as the small curse lunged forward. Kento clearly had a good grip on his abilities, backhanding the creature out of existence.

You relaxed, fingers still wrapped around his arm as you glanced about to see if there were more of the creatures around. The dingy alleyway was too dark for your liking and you pressed closer to Kento as a rustling noise echoed down the dirty concrete walls.

You stared at your fingertips with a grimace, as if they were alone in the blame for the failure. Kento patted your shoulder gently, offering you a thin smile.

“Not everyone with sight can fight them.”

You sighed at that, vowing to do your best to just ignore the annoying beings. Following Kento back into civilization, you threaded your fingers through his, shooting him a wide smile as he led you towards the train station.

“Good thing my boyfriend is one of the most powerful sorcerers in Japan.”

He mumbled a correction at that, flushing as you shook a finger at him, insisting he take the praise.

Zest

Nanami Kento liked bread, pastries that weren’t too sweet. He had mentioned it in passing one night, clearly not expecting anything to come of it. The knowledge stuck with you however. You were deeply curious. What kind of pastry was his favorite? Was there any bread he disliked?

Of course it was a week in which you didn’t get to see him. Between your own work and his, there was just no time. It was a tad depressing, until you were hit with the idea of baking for him.

It wasn’t something you had much practice in. Far from it given how much time your job ate up. But you were determined to do something nice for your boyfriend.

“How the hell do I zest a lemon?” You stared down at your phone, trying and failing to flick off the flour that was stuck to it. The recipe card gave you no indication, merely insisting you needed the zest of 1 lemon for the lemon curd.

Lemon Blackberry shortcakes had sounded easy enough when you had first glanced at the recipe. The items were easy to find. But zest a lemon?

“Everything alright?”

You jumped at the sound of Nanami’s voice, whipping around in surprise. He was back early. Looking more tired than you had ever seen him. His shirt was dirty and torn in places, the accompanying tie was nowhere to be seen.

“Yes.” You set down the lemon, swiping the flour from the front of your apron. “I don’t know how to zest a lemon.”

He smiled at that, tossing his jacket on the kitchen table. “I do.”

To your surprise he knew quite a lot about baking. Within minutes you found yourself sitting at the kitchen table, his torn work shirt on your lap watching him bake. It was the most domestic thing either of you had done so far.

“We’ve been dating for five months?” You asked, trying to count backwards in your head. Nanami hummed, turning as he whisked the lemon cream, “Four months and 28 days.”

You smiled at that, leaning your chin on one hand as you raked your gaze over his muscles. He didn’t seem to mind, concentrating on the task at hand.

“Do you ever think about the future? About where we might be?” You hadn’t ever really talked about it. Just a few weeks ago you had learned about the existence of curses. It was surface level and you knew that there was more to the situation. A part of you had been wondering if there was a future with the man. You enjoyed his quiet and serious nature.

“I do.” Nanami set the bowl aside, adjusting his glasses. His expression was unreadable, eyes locked on to you. He seemed to be considering his words carefully as if hesitant to verbalize his thoughts.

“Kuantan.” His tone was soft, “A house near the beach. Long walks and reading in the sun.”

Nanami turned back to the pastries, continuing his earlier action. “Maybe a child. If you’re amenable to it.”

You smiled at that. “Kuantan Malaysia huh?” Living outside of Japan wasn’t something you had considered. But the beach sounded nice, warm and peaceful. You glanced down at the torn shirt in your lap, running a finger along the loose threads. Did he think of his future when fighting the curses you couldn’t see?

“I think I’d like that.” You smiled at him. “We can go there when you retire.”

Nanami smiled at you over his shoulder, giving you a nod. The unspoken reality sat between the two of you. There was only one way to retire as a jujutsu sorcerer.

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For Sander van der Linden, misinformation is personal.

As a child in the Netherlands, the University of Cambridge social psychologist discovered that almost all of his mother’s family had been executed by the Nazis during the Second World War. He became absorbed by the question of how so many people came to support the ideas of someone like Adolf Hitler, and how they might be taught to resist such influence.

While studying psychology at graduate school in the mid-2010s, van der Linden came across the work of American researcher William McGuire. In the 1960s, stories of brainwashed prisoners-of-war during the Korean War had captured the zeitgeist, and McGuire developed a theory of how such indoctrination might be prevented. He wondered whether exposing soldiers to a weaker form of propaganda might have equipped them to fight off a full attack once they’d been captured. In the same way that army drills prepared them for combat, a pre-exposure to an attack on their beliefs could have prepared them against mind control. It would work, McGuire argued, as a cognitive immunizing agent against propaganda—a vaccine against brainwashing.

Traditional vaccines protect us by feeding us a weaker dose of pathogen, enabling our bodies’ immune defenses to take note of its appearance so we’re better equipped to fight the real thing when we encounter it. A psychological vaccine works much the same way: Give the brain a weakened hit of a misinformation-shaped virus, and the next time it encounters it in fully-fledged form, its “mental antibodies” remember it and can launch a defense.

Van der Linden wanted to build on McGuire’s theories and test the idea of psychological inoculation in the real world. His first study looked at how to combat climate change misinformation. At the time, a bogus petition was circulating on Facebook claiming there wasn’t enough scientific evidence to conclude that global warming was human-made, and boasting the signatures of 30,000 American scientists (on closer inspection, fake signatories included Geri Halliwell and the cast of M*A*S*H). Van der Linden and his team took a group of participants and warned them that there were politically motivated actors trying to deceive them—the phony petition in this case. Then they gave them a detailed takedown of the claims of the petition; they pointed out, for example, Geri Halliwell’s appearance on the list. When the participants were later exposed to the petition, van der Linden and his group found that people knew not to believe it.

The approach hinges on the idea that by the time we’ve been exposed to misinformation, it’s too late for debunking and fact-checking to have any meaningful effect, so you have to prepare people in advance—what van der Linden calls “prebunking.” An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.

When he published the findings in 2016, van der Linden hadn’t anticipated that his work would be landing in the era of Donald Trump’s election, fake news, and post-truth; attention on his research from the media and governments exploded. Everyone wanted to know, how do you scale this up?

Van der Linden worked with game developers to create an online choose-your-own-adventure game called Bad News, where players can try their hand at writing and spreading misinformation. Much like a broadly protective vaccine, if you show people the tactics used to spread fake news, it fortifies their inbuilt bullshit detectors.

But social media companies were still hesitant to get on board; correcting misinformation and being the arbiters of truth is not part of their core business model. Then people in China started getting sick with a mysterious flulike illness.

The coronavirus pandemic propelled the threat of misinformation to dizzying new heights. Van der Linden began working with the British government and bodies like the World Health Organization and the United Nations to create a more streamlined version of the game specifically revolving around Covid, which they called GoViral! They created more versions, including one for the 2020 US presidential election, and another to prevent extremist recruitment in the Middle East. Slowly, Silicon Valley came around.

A collaboration with Google has resulted in a campaign on YouTube in which the platform plays clips in the ad section before the video starts, warning viewers about misinformation tropes like scapegoating and false dichotomies and drawing examples from Family Guy and Star Wars. A study with 20,000 participants found that people who viewed the ads were better able to spot manipulation tactics; the feature is now being rolled out to hundreds of millions of people in Europe.

Van der Linden understands that working with social media companies, who have historically been reluctant to censor disinformation, is a double-edged sword. But, at the same time, they’re the de facto guardians of the online flow of information, he says, “and so if we’re going to scale the solution, we need their cooperation.” (A downside is that they often work in unpredictable ways. Elon Musk fired the entire team who was working on pre-bunking at Twitter when he became CEO, for instance.)

This year, van der Linden wrote a book on his research, titled Foolproof: Why We Fall for Misinformation and How to Build Immunity. Ultimately, he hopes this isn’t a tool that stays under the thumb of third-party companies; his dream is for people to inoculate one another. It could go like this: You see a false narrative gaining traction on social media, you then warn your parents or your neighbor about it, and they’ll be pre-bunked when they encounter it. “This should be a tool that’s for the people, by the people,” van der Linden says.

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Combustion (Part 2)

Soundwave-centric, gn human reader

CW: Swear words, fearplay, person treated as a pet I guess?

I’m going to stop putting swear words in the CW after this because I don’t really think it’s that important of a warning.

Your heart was pounding. All you could do was hope the thing went away in time for you to escape. Nothing else mattered to you; if this thing caught you it would be all over. You assumed as much anyway, you didn’t actually know what was going on. There were two things you knew for sure: There is a giant fucking robot behind you and your only cover is a big tree.

All that considered, your future was looking grim. You could feel rumbling coming from it now. Calculated and precise movements that shook you to your core. There were plenty of places for the thing to go, plenty of places leagues more interesting than where you were, yet the rumbling only got closer. You held your knees tight to your chest and tried to hold back tears. At least with the rain it wouldn’t be able to tell you were crying. If it knew what crying even was. Or if it could even think at all.

Even in your panic, the vibrations still ripped through your thoughts. They got closer and closer until suddenly… they stopped. A small part of you hoped it had magically disappeared, or got bored and left. Of course, that small part of you was immediately snuffed out when a shadow fell over your quaint little hiding space. You sucked in a sharp breath and screwed your eyes shut. A miniature internal voice silently pleaded to anyone that would listen for some kind of reprieve.

No such reprieve came, unfortunately.

Turns out, the thing didn’t even need to reach down with its freakishly long arms. A long, snake like appendage emerged from its chest, not that you could see it through your eyelids. Unbeknownst to you, your entire body was shaking with fear, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins prevented you from feeling much of anything. Until one of those tentacle things placed its claws carefully between your head and knees… and began to wrench apart your balled up body.

You didn’t stand a chance. No matter how tense you made yourself your limbs were easily manipulated. Finding the will to fight back was tough when trying to dig through the infinite abyss of panicked thoughts in your head. You found it eventually, but at that point it was too late. Those claws wrapped around your entire form and only stopped when you felt like you almost couldn’t breathe. Whether that was from fear or pressure you couldn’t tell.

There were some words coming out of your mouth but you didn’t know what they said. Some desperate pleas for mercy, probably. The thing didn’t seem to care anyway. It tilted the black screen that made up its head in a motion that almost reminded you of a cat. It was kind of cute until you remembered what cats do with the mice they catch.

The world felt so much colder as it carried you back to the horrible black pod it came in.

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Much to Soundwave’s displeasure, the escape pod communications array was fried. Most of the important circuit was fried. That didn’t bode well for his future, he may have to stay on this planet for longer than anticipated. A pity.

The most important thing to him now was finding a way to fix Lazerbeak. That would be hard to do without any energon. Lucky for him the planet he was on seemed to have some deposits… but without a drill it would be difficult to excavate. Nothing that couldn’t be solved with a little brute force.

The little organic he picked up seemed to have mellowed out quite a bit. It sat silently watching him try to fix his pod, though there was a distinct expression it wore he couldn’t quite put a digit on. He wasn’t too worried though. At least it was good company without Lazerbeak to help out. Still, it wasn’t going to magically fix all his problems; that was up to him. As it always was.

His personal energon scanners were still operational, so he set off into the unknown world ahead. He took the organic just in case, for safety. Definitely for safety. It squirmed a little in his grasp but settled down when it realized it wasn’t going anywhere. The deposit wasn’t too far away, close enough for him to walk rather than transforming and wasting energon. The terrain was soft and his pedes melted into muddy soil every step he took. At least its malleability would make it easier to dig.

When Soundwave came across the site he went to hold the organic in another appendage… but realized he’d need all of his limbs to efficiently excavate the material. Well, there was room in his chasis, he supposed. He opened up the compartment Lazerbeak was stored in and tossed his new pet in. The energon was decently easy to recover, though it wasn’t enough to power his entire pod. At least he’d be able to stay online.

By the time he got back to his broken shell of a home he nearly forgot about the new addition to his “family”. He felt a slight tink in his chest compartment as the thing bounced around rather violently. It was getting rowdy which didn’t bode well for its heath, but just as he went to retrieve it he felt something else. A buzz of life from a familiar source.

Faster than ever he took out both the organic and Lazerbeak, and to his utter relief the mini drone transformed into his avian form. He was slow and uncoordinated, but he was okay. He as alive. Strange though, Soundwave figured he would need more energon to come back online. If he didn’t know better he would think the organic had done something to trigger it. But that would be silly.

For now, he could ready easier knowing his closest companion was safe. Safe and happily toying with his other new companion. A golden ember of hope ignited in his spark. Now he could use more of the energon he collected to send a distress call. Nothing could stop him now; the Deception cause wouldn’t falter as long as he was around.

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I got my ass handed to me by creative block this past week. I’m sorry this chapter is so short, it took more than I’d like to admit to fish a story from my sea of (frankly deranged) thoughts. Either way, I hope it’s good and I hope you enjoy it! Still don’t have a name for the AU though lmao.

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BEHIND CLOSED DOORS - SCHLATT

prompt: the reader seeks out schlatt's help to help them beat a level on a game but find him rather occupied. words: 2,799 warnings: nsfw/18+, exhib/voyeurism, oral sex, praise kink notes: gn!reader, no pronouns this is something i had sitting in my drafts incomplete until this ask inspired me to finish this. so thank you !

For several days, Schlatt found refuge in your apartment while urgent maintenance work was underway in his own place. The relentless clamour of hammers and whirring drills disrupted his ability to record videos, prompting him to seek a tranquil space. Grateful for your understanding, he arrived with a sheepish smile and a few bags, apologizing for the inconvenience. He reassured you that he would make every effort to minimize noise and avoid disrupting your daily routine. Being the supportive friend you were, you gladly extended your help. And to your delight, he brought along his affectionate feline companions, who purred contentedly as they familiarized themselves with the new environment.

In the midst of limited space and an unfamiliar environment, Schlatt ingeniously pieced together a reasonably functional and efficient setup in your spare room. Rising early each day, he diligently recorded his videos, making the most of the resources at hand. When he wasn't occupied with errands or work during the mornings and afternoons, he relished the quieter evenings, savouring your company and engaging in late-night conversations over some takeout and games.

Utterly drained and overwhelmed, you slumped back in your chair, fixated on the incessantly flashing screen before you. Determined not to surrender, you had been locked in an infuriating battle with this level of the game that seemed to stretch on indefinitely. Repeatedly respawning at the same checkpoint, you were mercilessly taunted by the similar obstacles and enemies that stood in your path. Your fingers danced with well-practised precision, each button press a desperate attempt to forge a path forward, yet success eluded you. The patterns of each obstacle, the strategies of each enemy, and even the haunting sound of your virtual demise had been etched into your memory. Frustration mingled with weariness, your resolve teetering on the edge of collapse beneath the weight of continuous defeat.

Grasping the weighty controller in your hand, an internal battle waged within, torn between pressing the dreaded Respawn button once more or surrendering to seek out a mentally rejuvenating activity. Though the inclination to surrender loomed large, a flicker of determination flickered deep within your core. Refusing to admit defeat just yet, you delved into the recesses of your mind, desperately searching for a glimmer of hope. And then, as if struck by lightning, an epiphany illuminated your thoughts, flooding them with a burst of inspiration. Without a moment's hesitation, you sprang from your seat and made a beeline for Schlatt's temporary sanctuary. Imagining him facing the frustrations and setbacks that had tested your patience brought a mischievous smile to your lips.

As you approached the door, a pleasant surprise washed over you as you noticed it was slightly ajar. In the days prior, Schlatt had diligently worked behind closed doors, the firmly shut entrance serving as a clear indication that he needed uninterrupted focus. The sight of the slightly open door now hinted at the possibility of a break in his concentrated efforts, sparking curiosity within you. Tentatively pushing open the door, your eyes immediately fell on a frantic and flustered Schlatt. Caught off guard by the scene before you, it was immediately evident that he wasn't simply working on his videos; a mix of surprise and arousal wash over you as you watch him pleasuring himself. His large hand eagerly rubbed at his shaft as he bucked his own hips in an attempt to thrust himself further into his tight grasp. His brows furrowed with concentration, the beads of sweat glistening on his forehead as his hand moved with fervour.

Intently watching the video on his monitor in front of him, he sat with his cock pulled over his shorts almost as if he was reacting on a lustrous impulse and immediately needed to alleviate himself of some built-up tension. His arm moved with hast and vigour, betraying a sense of desperation. Standing there, frozen in indecision, caught between two conflicting desires. Part of you just wanted to immediately divert your gaze and slowly creep out having pretended nothing had ever happened, but another part of you was intrigued. Unequivocally drawn to the possibility that the open door was an open invitation, a tacit acknowledgement of some unspoken tension that had emerged between you both.

Schlatt's attention was completely captured by the video before him, struggling to multitask pleasuring himself as a result; his pace haltering as he watched the screen intently. His breathing became more pronounced as he focused on the monitor, with each soft groan in the form of an exhale serving as a release of tension.

You hesitated, reluctant to make any sudden movements. Despite the fact that he had his headset securely resting over his ears, the mere idea of shifting your weight and potentially causing a floorboard to creak, drawing his attention towards you, ignited a blend of anxiety and anticipation within your stomach. You found yourself caught in a captivating mix of nervousness and excitement, uncertain of how the rest of this would unfold. As you stood eagerly anticipating his actions, he continued to thrust himself into his own fisted grip. Swinging his head back and suppressing a throaty groan that had escaped his lips. His chest heaved as his heart rate spiked, and his breathing was somewhat frantic.

Regardless of the fact that he was sitting facing his computer, you could still discern how flushed and sweaty his face had become as he continued to touch himself, the odd strand or two of hair glued to the thin sheet of sweat that blanketed his forehead. Readjusting himself in his seat, his face contorted slightly with a hint of discontent as he reached for his mouse as it seemed he was no longer interested in the video that was currently playing on his screen. As Schlatt swiftly closed the tab of the video on his screen, your social media page came into view, revealing that he had already been browsing it before your arrival.

Caught off guard by the unexpected sight, a surge of shock coursed through you, causing your stomach to plummet and an instantaneous wave of nausea to wash over you. The sensation was quickly replaced by a rush of warmth that flooded your cheeks, signalling the onset of an intense blush. Heart beating out of your chest, you curiously watched as he casually browsed your page, his gaze fixated on the screen. The mix of curiosity and arousal grew within you, wanting to see what caught his attention. With each flick of his finger, your anticipation heightened.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Schlatt's lips as his eyes settled on a particular photo. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, a subtle signal of his growing desire. You couldn't help but wonder which image had captured his attention, your mind racing with possibilities. As his hand moved to adjust the grip on his still-aching length, his eyes locked onto a picture of you in a revealing outfit, and a teasing smile adorned your lips. The tension in the room seemed to intensify, the air growing thick with unspoken desire. Your phone, nestled snugly in your pocket, suddenly began to ring, as if fate had conspired against you to ruin this moment. The headset that had been previously blocking out all external sound was now nothing more than a feeble attempt at noise cancellation, as it failed to mask the blaring ringtone of your device. In a split second, Schlatt's head quickly swivelled in your direction, surreptitiously sitting forward and using the fabric of his sweatshirt to cover himself. "I didn't hear you come in," Schlatt's lips curved into a smile as he spoke, his eyes betraying a trace of self-consciousness. As you scrambled to silence your phone, you couldn't help but notice the intensity of his gaze. It was almost as if he knew you had been standing there the whole time and was now carefully watching your reaction.

Your face remained fixed on his screen, and his expression became increasingly difficult to read as you watched. His face bore a subtle expression that you couldn't quite decipher, and you found your eyes flitting nervously between the images and his features, searching for some clue as to what he was thinking. There was a palpable tension in the air, not uncomfortable, but charged with anticipation. It felt like a standoff, with both of you silently waiting for the other to make a move, uncertain of what would happen next. "You could have chosen some better pictures of me to jerk off to," you bit, breaking the silence. Schlatt's eyes widened momentarily, caught off-guard by your brazen comment. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned back in his chair. The tension in the room seemed to shift as if a new dynamic had been established. His eyes stayed fixed on you, occasionally flickering downwards to take in the details of your form as you drew closer. "Or, you could just come over here and finish the job." He suggested, rather sternly.

Your breath hitched at his bold proposition, a mix of surprise and excitement washing over you. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as you closed the distance between the two of you, your heart pounding in your chest. With each step, your desire deepened, the line between curiosity and arousal becoming blurrier by the second. Standing before him, you locked eyes with Schlatt, the air heavy with unspoken desire. His gaze was intense, unwavering as he watched you, his hand still delicately shielding his now throbbing length. You felt a surge of confidence welling up within you, empowered by the dominant energy radiating from Schlatt.

Without a word, you slowly sank to your knees. The anticipation grew as you reached out, your hand hesitating for just a moment before gently slipping beneath the hem of his sweatshirt, exposing his hardened shaft to the cool air.

He looked down at you with an intense lustrous gaze, subtly biting at the inside of his lip as he intently anticipated your touch. Feeling his eyes burning into you, you couldn't help but be fueled by his desire. With a hungry glint in your eyes, you wrapped your fingers around his exposed length, marvelling at its warmth and hardness. Slowly, you began to slide your hand up and down his shaft, your touch firm and deliberate. Schlatt's breath hitched as your hand moved along his length, his eyes locked onto the mesmerizing motion. A low growl escaped his throat, betraying the mix of pleasure and anticipation that coursed through his veins. Encouraged by his reaction, you increased the pace, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive him wild.

You could feel the urgency in Schlatt's movements, his body trembling under your touch. With each stroke, you matched his rhythm, giving him the friction he craved. His groans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and desire that fueled your own arousal.

As you continued to pleasure him, your free hand ventured higher, teasingly grazing his inner thigh before cupping his balls. You gently massaged them, relishing in the way his hips spasmed in response. The scent of arousal permeated the air, mingling with the sound of wet slickness as your hand moved rhythmically over his throbbing length. Schlatt's eyes never left you, burning holes into your soul with their intensity. He longed to see you engulf him in warmth and wetness, to have your lips and tongue dance along his sensitive flesh. Unable to hold back any longer, he uttered a strangled plea, his voice filled with need. "Please, take me in your mouth."

A mischievous smile tugged at your lips as you listened to Schlatt's plea, unable to resist his intense desire. Without hesitation, you released your grip on him, moistening your lips before leaning in closer. With your hand still cupping his balls, providing gentle support, you lowered your head towards his throbbing length.

Your tongue began to delicately trace the rim of his tip, tasting the precum that had gathered there. Schlatt's breath hitched at the sensation, his fingers tensing as he gripped the armrest of his chair. Slowly, you took him into your mouth, allowing him to feel the warmth and wetness enveloping him. As you took him deeper into your mouth, your lips forming a tight seal around his length, you felt him grow impossibly harder. Your tongue swirled around him, coaxing every gasp and groan from his lips. Schlatt's grip on the armrest tightened, his body trembling with pleasure.

With each bob of your head, you added a gentle suction, intensifying the pleasure coursing through him. Your hand continued to massage his balls, feeling them tighten in your grasp. In the midst of your passionate actions, the taste of him lingered on your tongue, a delicious mix of saltiness and musk. Schlatt's breathing grew ragged, his hips involuntarily thrusting subtly into your mouth, seeking deeper contact. The sound of your wet slurping mingled with his moans, creating an intoxicating symphony of pleasure in the room.

"That's it, just like that." The words sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine, fueling your own desire. Encouraged by his response, you increased the suction, your tongue swirling around him with fervour. Each stroke of your lips and the tightness of your mouth showcased your eagerness to please him. The sound of your wet mouth moving over his cock filled the room, erotically punctuated by his moans and explicit exclamations.

"You're doing such a good job," he hissed through his teeth, his hips bucking slightly in response to your skilled ministrations. The words ignited a surge of satisfaction within you, spurring you on to give him even more pleasure. The affirmation from Schlatt spurred you on, fuelling your own desire to provide him with even more pleasure. With a newfound determination, you intensified your suction, your tongue teasing and flicking against his sensitive head. Each movement brought him closer to the edge, his hips rocking in rhythm with your mouth.

Schlatt continued to watch intently, his eyes taking in every last detail of your face fervidly taking in his stiff length, glistening with the wetness of your saliva. Your lips moved up and down his shaft, your tongue swirling around his head, savouring the taste of him. The wetness and warmth of your mouth enveloped him, driving him closer to the edge with each passing second. As you continued to worship him with your mouth, the anticipation between you both reached its peak. Schlatt's breathing grew ragged, his grip tightening on the armrest as he teetered on the edge of release. Soft whimpers began to pass his lips, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

The sight of Schlatt giving in to his overwhelming pleasure was mesmerizing. His head thrown back, his soft whimpers filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy that fueled your own desire. You intensified your movements, quickening the pace and taking him deeper into your mouth, eager to push him over the edge.

His climax nearing, Schlatt's grip on the armrest tightened even further as his knuckles began to fade colour. You could feel his muscles tense, his breathing becoming more erratic. The moment hung in the air, charged with anticipation. With one final lingering flick of your tongue, you felt Schlatt's body stiffen and then convulse in ecstasy. His moans escalated into a guttural cry, his release spilling into the warm depths of your mouth. The taste of him, salty yet sweet, ignited your own arousal, a sense of satisfaction washing over you as you continued to pleasure him through his orgasm.

With each convulsion of his body, his moans subsided into deep breaths, his grip on the armrest gradually loosening. As his pleasure gradually subsided, you slowly released him from your mouth, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips. The room was enveloped in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, the air heavy with a mix of desire and fulfilment.

As Schlatt blinked heavily, it was evident that the intensity of the moment had left him temporarily speechless. His respirations began to even out, his body relaxing against the chair. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at having left him in such a state of blissful satisfaction. Schlatt's chest rose and fell with each steady breath, his eyes locked onto yours with a mix of satisfaction and desire. He cleared his throat, his voice raspy yet filled with newfound confidence. "Well, I must say, you certainly know how to please," he stated, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Impressive."

As Schlatt concealed his manhood, the explicit energy in the room began to subside, replaced by a sense of contentment and relaxation. The afterglow of your passionate encounter lingered, your bodies still charged with the remnants of desire. He leaned back in his chair, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "I'll keep the door open from now on."

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