#you are helpless. helplessly in love you softie

[tired-needs-sleep]

sara profusely denying they have a crush while hasumi gives a very knowing look at her trainer

[alaskasmonsters]

𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖜𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖞 | 𝖕𝖙. 2 (gojo satoru)

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader

content: reader has amnesia, pining, oblivious reader, not actually unrequited feelings, misunderstanding, clown behaviour (gojo IS in it after all), fluff, gojo being a softie

w/c: 7.069

summary: your amnesia still wasn't getting better and your confusing feelings for satoru, a man you didn't even remember, didn't help at all. and why did he keep acting so...weird?

a/n: happy april fools! instead of pranking you with a not funny joke like the majority of the internet i decided to give you a gift! the second part you’ve been waiting for for months haha…🥲 i hope the word count makes up for it a little as this did end up long!! i completely underestimated how much work this would be so forgive me for the v long wait 🙏🙏 i hope i didn’t forget to tag anybody!!this time i also can finally say that this is being posted on April fools because gojo is a jOKE! peace and love on planet earth ❤️ alsoo i coloured the header myself as a little extra hehe.

part 1

So. You were in love with Satoru. No biggie. 

You had fallen in love before, maybe even times that lay beyond the reach of your current memories. Loves that weren’t him. Loves that had been lost in the darkness of the six years you couldn’t remember anymore. Years that you feared you would never get back again.

Six years. 

You stared back at the reflection in your mirror, hands absentmindedly picking at your hair. You’ve been trying to make it look nice for the past half an hour but whenever you felt like you were happy enough with how it looked you made up your mind and started tugging at it again. 

You just couldn’t decide how to wear it, whether to smooth it down or mess it up, or maybe use any product. You couldn’t remember how you used to wear it. This haircut wasn’t familiar to you. Hell, not even your face was familiar to you. Your cheeks used to be rounder, your eyebags weren't as prominent before and you couldn’t tell whether you looked tired or you were just growing old. 

“26 isn’t old, you dork”, is what Satoru had told you when you had complained to him about it. It was, though, when you couldn’t remember anything past twenty. 

You sighed, dropping your head against the glass of your bathroom mirror, the glass fogging where your warm breath hit it. 

Yeah, that you were in love with a man you couldn’t remember was only the tip of the iceberg your ‘life-past-amnesia’ ship was steadily heading towards. It was already a mess by itself, sure, but things were worse, way worse than they seemed at first glance. At least they were in this new life that included curses and amnesia spells.

It wasn’t just that you didn’t remember Satoru. Not how you’ve met or how you’ve fallen in love with him. All the moments that had slowly tipped you over the edge or maybe. Maybe there was only one moment that had made you fall for him. Brutal and quick, like a punch to the face. You had a few pictures, the doodle and the promise of the bowl of rock candy. The candy that you were allergic to but Satoru loved. Candy you probably bought just for him to grab handfuls of it and stuff it into his pockets when he came over to visit. 26-year-old you must be helplessly in love. 

The tip of the iceberg though? You didn’t think Satoru returned your feelings. Or the 26-year-old you's feelings at least. Considering how he’s behaved after finding out about your amnesia you were certain that the man only saw you as a friend. Sure, maybe he’s been trying to distance himself from you emotionally, because you not remembering him was hard for him, but that didn’t mean anything. After all, if Satoru felt the same way, if the both of you had been more than friends…wouldn’t he have told you? 

Yeah, he was very strict with the “Don’t tell Y/N anything about the past 6 years” rule but certainly, this would be an exception.

Which meant your love wasn’t just helpless, but also unrequited. 

You sighed, burying your fingers in your hair again and suppressing the need to rip your hair out. 

26-year-old you was such a loser. 

You gave yourself a minute to grieve the loss of your nonexistent coolness, then you straightened up again, carding your fingers through your hair to fix the mess you just created.

You’ve been losing your mind about this issue for way too long already. It’s like you couldn’t think about anything else anymore but Satoru and your feelings for him. Which was ridiculous.  You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about this since last week when you’d first realized that you had liked him, back in your living room when he’d confirmed to you that it was him who drew that ugly sketch for you, the one that looked like the drawing of a child.

Well…it wasn’t ugly…it was kinda cute. Knowing him you could imagine he was doing it to annoy you…or maybe because he tried to make you laugh? When thinking of the little sticky note you could almost picture his wide grin and the way he must have praised himself for drawing such a wonderful masterpiece just for you. Maybe he’d poked your cheek and made fun of your annoyed expression. Maybe he had kissed your cheek right after you’d told him to stop being a menace, giggling against your skin, breath warm and tickl…

Not that he’d done that before. Kiss your cheek. Why did you picture him doing that?

You shook yourself out of your thoughts. This was getting pathetic. Now that you remembered your feelings for him it was almost like they were trying to rush back into your body, like a wave being pulled back to land with force. And with the feelings, the wishful thinking, the yearning, came.    

Not that any of it was real. Your feelings were just a projection of your subconsciousness because you knew you were supposed to have them! And your thoughts were just you being a hopeless romantic, imagining sweet moments between you and Satoru that never happened. 

You barely knew the man. After all, it's been three weeks now, since that day you’ve woken up without your memories. Three weeks. And nothing. Your memories hadn’t returned and you were unable to recall anything from the past 6 years. There was only this stupid feeling of deja-vu you had when Satoru had shown you his eyes and the instinct to call him by his first name when you scolded him. And now those lingering romantic feelings. 

But that didn’t count. It was not enough. 

Why did you like Satoru? Why were you in love with him? You wanted to know so badly you felt like you were going insane. It couldn’t be just because he was pretty, right? You weren’t that shallow, right?

Not that he hadn’t displayed any good qualities so far. He was funny and attentive, he knew your favourite foods and paid attention to what you told him. At the same time he was one of the most annoying people you remember ever meeting and a little infuriating about 50 percent of the time…okay maybe more like 70 percent. And he thought it was funny, too, when he was being an annoying asshole. He always laughed at your sour expression. 

But…his laugh was kind of cute. Even if he was being a prick, you couldn’t stay mad at him for long when you heard him laugh because he kind of snorted when he did and it was ador…Stop.

You grit your teeth and spun around to leave your bathroom. You’ve been spending way too much in there trying to fix your hair, anyway. You were starting to behave weirdly, thinking about Satoru’s laugh and his eyes and his everything. 

Fuck. This was bad. Were you actually in love with him now? Not 26-year-old you. But this you. Even without your memories of him? Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. 

You stomped through your bedroom, glancing at the clock on your nightstand, the time reading 2:30 PM, before ripping open your closet. You had another 10 minutes. You can’t believe you’ve wasted so much time just being distracted with your hair and thoughts. You were sure that when you had entered the bathroom it had only been around 2 PM. 

You quickly grabbed some pants and a shirt, deeming both acceptable before slipping into them, almost stumbling over your feet as you tried to climb into the pants and then almost hitting your elbow against the closet door as you pulled your shirt over your head. One look in the mirror and you pulled the shirt over your head again. It looked stupid. Not a good fit with the pants.

You started rummaging through your closet again, internally scolding yourself for even bothering that much. You were only going out to grab food with Satoru. It wasn’t a big deal, you were sure you’d done that all the time.

Satoru had told you he’d pick you up. He hadn’t told you where you were going because it was supposed to be a “surprise” but knowing him it wouldn’t be anything too fancy. At least you hoped it wasn’t. He would have told you if it was, right?

You stopped and looked down at your pants. They would work, right?

You shook your head. Again. You did that a lot now. 

You finally decided on a button-up shirt, a little bit too big on you but the material was soft and it looked good. You had to roll up the sleeves a little but then you only had to slip into some shoes and you were ready. 

Just in time, because that was the moment you heard your front door open and Satoru’s voice calling your name in a sing-song voice. 

You groaned, having half a mind to stomp out of your bedroom and throw him out of your apartment. 

“Just because you have a key doesn’t mean you can just come in!” You called through your closed bedroom door – you had expected him to wander into your apartment unannounced.

His laugh was just as cute when the door’s wood muffled it.

“I told you I would be here by 2:30, Yn-chan. I’m on time!” 

You looked back at the clock to find he was right. He was on time. Didn’t mean he didn’t have to knock. This was your apartment, after all. He didn’t live here. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror one more time, giving your outfit a once-over and letting your fingers smooth down your hair one more time before you opened your door and stepped out of your room. 

“One day you’re gonna walk in on me naked and you will not survive that because I will kill you,” you scolded Satoru, waving your finger at him in a warning. 

The man just snickered at your comment, grinning widely as his eyes fell on you. His eyes were neatly hidden behind his sunglasses yet again. Still, you didn’t miss the way they looked you over, studying you with badly concealed amusement. 

You frowned, tensing. Did you look weird?

“Any special occurrence I don’t know about?” Satoru asked innocently, cocking his head at you.

You blinked. “What? Why?”

He didn’t answer immediately but his grin didn’t waver. 

You looked down at your outfit again, wondering if it was too fancy. You knew this wasn’t a date or anything but you couldn’t help but put a little effort into your looks. Maybe it was a little more than you’d usually wear but you didn’t think it was too on the nose. 

When you didn’t seem to understand what Satoru was referring to he took pity on you and stepped closer. 

“Where did you get the shirt from?” He asked, tone light, as he reached out to tug at our sleeve.

You looked down at it, wondering why he wanted to know so badly. The shirt looked like any other. There was nothing really special about it. Maybe it was a little bigger on you but you had plenty of oversized clothes.

“I don’t know. My closet.” You shrugged.

Satoru rolled his eyes beneath his glasses.

“Try to remember!” he insisted, tapping your forehead.

You sighed, tired of this specific game. Still, you knew you had no choice but to indulge him. He was only trying to help you, after all. 

“A gift,” you suggested.

Satoru smiled.

“Very good.”

“Really?” you asked, surprised but excited.

He hummed. “It used to be mine.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. Well…that was something. 

“And you gave it to me? Why?”

Satoru cocked his head to the side, looking at you expectantly. 

You groaned and hit his arm lightly. “I don’t know! Just tell me.”

The grin that snuck on his face was mischievous with an edge of…something. Something that made you feel a little dizzy. When he answered his voice was deeper than before, an edge of huskiness to it. 

“You look cuter in it than I do, Yn-chan.”

You caught yourself before your mouth could drop open, and you could do something stupid like actually swoon. Instead, you scoffed and turned your back to him, pretending to reach for your bag, giving you an opportunity to hide your reddening face from his prying eyes. 

Why did he have to say it like that? Was he trying to be a little shit?

Satoru chuckled as if he knew what you were doing. It didn’t help at all with the warmth in your cheeks. You grind your teeth as you slung your bag over your shoulder, then decide against it, only grabbing your keys and wallet to stuff into the pocket of your jacket. You let out a quiet breath to collect yourself before turning back towards the man. He waited patiently with a small grin on his lips.

“Are you ready?” he asked. 

You hummed and moved past him to step towards the door. You reached for the handle, then you paused. Feeling Satoru’s gaze linger at the back of your head, you touched a hand to your hair again, fiddling with a strand in the back you felt was not sitting right. 

Your lip jutted out in frustration and you had half a mind to excuse yourself to the bathroom to return to your earlier attempt at making your hair sit okay. Before you could do it, you heard Satoru approaching. 

Turning back, the apology you were about to mutter died on your tongue as you saw him leaning over you. His expression was serious as he caught your wrist between your fingers and moved your hand to the side before he started softly moving his fingers through your hair instead. You froze, standing still as he combed down once, twice, giving a harsh tug to one of your strands before he pulled back with a satisfied smile. 

“Here we go. What would you do without me?”

His voice sounded so so soft. 

You swallowed, trying to calm your fluttering heart down as you blinked up at the man who was regarding you with warm eyes. Oh no, oh no no no. 26-year-old you had a point. They had a good point. 

“Does it…look better?” You asked nervously, your hand moving up to touch your hair carefully before Satoru batted it away and chided you for trying to mess with his good work.

You glared at him, knowing full well your gaze had lost its heat, and he just chuckled.

“Your hair looks beautiful as always, Y/n chan, I just helped improve it,” he soothed you, waving his hand with a silly grin.

You bit your lip, averting your gaze.

“I guess it’s just different from what I remember.”

He hummed noncommittally. Then he opened the door wide, waving his other hand to motion you to go first. The crooked smile resting on his face at that moment did not leave your mind all night.

—

“You’re such a chicken, Yn-cha,” Satoru teased.

You gasped, offended. “Am not!”

He poked your cheek with a soft chuckle. “Such a chicken!”

You batted his hand away, contemplating for a second if you should just bite it. You had quickly noticed that Satoru drove one to measurements like those. Would you ever consider biting anyone else’s hand? No, not in a million years. But the man was so infuriating sometimes it just awoke this urge in you.

Satoru grinned like he knew exactly what you had thought, wiggling his fingers in the air between you as if to dare you to do it. Sometimes it really seemed like he could read your mind. You blamed it on your apparently close friendship before the whole amnesia thing. 

When you didn’t actually attempt to sink your teeth into his skin he let his hand fall to the side and stuck out his tongue. You punched his arm with a huff, leading him to let out a dramatic whine.

You couldn’t believe you actually liked this dork. It was still a mystery to you, even now that you’ve finally accepted your fate. After the not-date, it was hard not to. The night wasn’t very eventful, you had only visited a little ice cream parlour and walked around the city a little. 

Satoru had been an absolute menace and dragged you into all kinds of souvenir shops – like he didn’t live here in Tokyo…

But he’d been funny and charming despite everything. He had opened doors for you and had insisted you linked your arms together. “So I don’t lose you,” he had joked but it had sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach regardless. You had even ended up sharing a milkshake because Satoru had insisted. 

It had felt like a date. It really had. But it couldn’t have been. Satoru would have told you. If there was anything going on between the two of you he would tell you. He wouldn’t keep something as big as you two being in a relationship to himself. Amnesia rules be damned. 

But even if it wasn’t a date, it had only made you understand 26-year-old you’s affection towards him more. How were you meant to not fall in love with Satoru if that was how he treated you all the time?

Didn’t mean you could let him know about that, though. 

The man was still pestering you, digging his finger into your side and making you squeal and squirm away.

“Come on, tell me,” he urged you with a whine, “Who is the better-looking sorcerer? Me, and you know you want to tell me, you have to  follow your heart, or boring businessman Nanami?”

Yeah…that was what Satoru has been annoying you about for the last five minutes on your way to Shoko’s office. Five minutes. And only because you had passed Nanami on your way there and Satoru had noticed your eyes following the man after he had nodded politely at you in greeting and given Satoru a deadpan stare before he walked past you. 

Since then Satoru was relentless in his quest to find out if you thought Nanami was more attractive than him because well…Satoru was a menace. And his ego was apparently very fragile. 

“And I told you, I cannot answer this question honestly because your ego wouldn’t survive the fall, now cut it out, you big baby,” you teased him and pushed his hand away.

Satoru shook his head, not ready to give up yet. If the shit-eating grin on his face was anything to go by. 

“You’re such a chicken, Yn-chan. You’re just too embarrassed to admit how attractive you think I am. You think I’m gorgeous. It’s okay to admit I am the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen.”

You rolled your eyes, hating that he was right. Nanami was a very attractive man. Unfortunately, you’ve found yourself more drawn to pretty men with gorgeous eyes and annoying personalities and an ego the size of all of Tokyo. Skill issue on your part.

“Sure, that’s it,” you deadpanned and Satoru hummed with delight.

“Admitting this takes strength, I know.” He gave a solemn nod and reached to pat your shoulder but you shoved him and sent him stumbling to the side, laughing.

You had to hide your smile.

You arrived at Shoko’s office only a little bit later. Satoru knocked but barely waited until the woman told them to come in before pushing the door open and sticking his head through the gap, giving a cheerful greeting.

You heard Shoko groan before being dragged into the office by Satoru, his grip around your shoulder as he pulled you in front of him. The woman’s features softened at your sight, the lines in her forehead smoothing out again. You waved at her with a small smile, understanding the annoyance Satoru was able to awaken in people. 

“I’ll leave them in your hands,” Satoru announced, grabbing both your shoulders and pushing you forward like a mother presenting her child.

“They’re not a child, you idiot,” Shoko sighed.

The man’s only reply was a smile, as he patted your shoulders innocently. You glared at him and called him a jerk and Satoru laughed. Before he finally let go of you again he gave your shoulders a squeeze as if to ensure you he’d be back, then he retracted towards the door. 

“Remember! No memory discussion! Alright, bye. I’ll pick you up in an hour.” He waved at both of you before slipping out of the office and closing the door behind him.

“I feel like I was just handed off to daycare,” you sighed and Shoko snickered. 

“He’s very protective of you.” She said it in a voice that sounded neither like she was excusing his behaviour nor like she was scolding him.  “Could be less annoying about it, though.” 

You hummed in agreement, taking a seat on the small sofa in the corner of the room. Shoko watched you quietly from where she was sitting behind her desk, tapping her fingers against the wood.

“I can imagine you’re getting frustrated by being asked this so much, but do you remember anything yet?”

You sighed, having expected that question. It’s been almost a month, after all. You knew that this was probably going on longer than any of them had expected. “No? I mean. Other than a few deja vus, if that counts.”

She nodded, staring thoughtfully at the screen of her computer. 

“Any other symptoms? Headaches? Nausea? Blackouts? Any physical pain? More tired than usual? Numbness?”

You shook your head, a small smile on your lips. “No, Doctor, no other symptoms.”

Shoko blinked, looking taken aback. Her eyes darted back towards you, then she burst out into quiet laughter. 

You frowned, confused.

“You’re still calling me out even without your memories,” She mused to herself when she calmed down, “Can’t help it, really.”

You leaned back into the cushions of the couch, feeling warm at the sound of Shoko’s laugh. For some reason, you felt incredibly pleased. 

“So you do this a lot then. Turn on the doctor mode,” you asked her with a teasing tone, wondering if you could get any information out of her without Satoru being around to shush her.

She rolled her eyes. 

“You complain about me mothering you too much when you get sick. But wouldn’t have to if you weren’t such a difficult patient.” 

You lightened up, grinning. “Mh, yeah, I like to ignore my illnesses until they go away.”

Shoko gave you an unimpressed look, seemingly displeased by how unashamed you were about it. You just shrugged. The woman decided to let it go, only muttering something to herself you couldn’t hear from the distance but were sure was about you being a brat. 

“Has Satoru been pestering you a lot about the memory thing? I bet he is, that idiot.”

Your smile fell. 

“No, actually, he barely asks about it,” you admitted, your eyes falling to your lap. “I feel like he’s pretending to be less bothered by it than he actually is.”

“Oh?” Shoko asked, but she didn’t sound surprised by your observation at all. 

You narrowed your eyes at her. “You know.”

“Why Satoru is holding you at arm’s length? Take a guess.”

“I don’t know. I barely know him.”

Shoko shook her head, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“You know him quite well. You just don’t remember. At least consciously.”

You frowned, sitting up. “What do you mean?”

Shoko leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, regarding you with a calm gaze. 

“You said you were having deja vus?”

You nodded, telling her about when you had called Satoru by his first name for the first time and the feeling you’ve had when the man had pulled off his glasses and showed you his eyes. How you’d felt like it hadn’t been the first time. 

That last part brought an amused smile to the women’s lips. “Of course, he’d try to copy that.”

You perked up at her words. “So that did happen before!”

Shoko hummed. “Which just proves my suspicions. Subconsciously you still remember the past six years.” She raised her hand and motioned towards you. “You instinctively know how to engage with your environment and with the people you are close friends with. You recognise familiar situations and you still seem to feel the same way towards us. You just fail to consciously access your memories.”

You frowned, not quite understanding what the woman was saying. Were feelings connected to memories? Could you being in love with Satoru be a sign that your memories weren’t as removed as you had first suspected? 

Shoko, who noticed your confusion, explained further, “Y/n, I remember when you first got here. It took you months until you opened up to us more and started warming up to Satoru. Even though you are now affected by amnesia you didn’t revert back to that state. You still act as you did a month ago before you lost your memories.”

So the loss of memories wasn’t really the issue, you just couldn’t access them.

“So…what do you think I should do?”

She shrugged. “Trust your instincts.”

You sighed. Right. Your instincts. Like you could trust them when they were so ridden with your wistful yearning. What if you told Shoko that your instincts were screaming at you to wrap your arms around Satoru, bury your head in his chest and stay there? That your instincts were screaming at you to grab his face and kiss him. That your instincts were telling you that the two of you should be dating and that it was unfair how you were stuck with those feelings instead of 26-year-old you who actually knew how to deal with them.

Shoko clicked her tongue and let out a snort, making you look up with panic. Had you said any of that out loud?

“What?”

She shook her head. “I can’t believe that jerk pulled the eye move but not that stupid hand thing with Infinity on you.”

“Infinity?” you questioned, feeling like the word felt familiar to you. 

“It’s one of his curse techniques.” Shoko looked up to the ceiling, pursing her lips.

Then she started to explain to you, as simply as possible, what Infinity was and how it worked. You listened to her with wide eyes, feeling yourself grow a little dizzy. 

“Infinity?” You echoed.

“Infinity.” Shoko repeated again, raising an eyebrow at your pale face. “I know you don’t remember anymore but there is no need to look so terrified.”

“So no one…can touch him?” 

“Without his permission, yes. The jerk turns it off sometimes when he pleases.” She rolled her eyes.

At your silence she turns to you, a frown twisted her face. “What is wrong?”

“I just…we’re kind of touching all the time.”

Shoko gave you a look and you blushed, cheeks exploding in warmth. That sounded…not like you had wanted it to sound.

“No…not like that, it’s just- casual, I guess. But…”

Shoko grinned. “I see.” Then she burst out into laughter.

You felt yourself blushing even more, lips jutting out in a pout. “What’s so funny?”

“The asshole always turns it off around you. It’s probably subconscious at this point.”

You blinked. “He does?”

Shoko lifted a brow, giving you an amused look. “Surprised?”

“I- of course!”

Why wouldn’t you be? You wouldn’t put it past Satoru to turn on Infinity whenever you hit his arm or shove him just to annoy you.  

Shoko just shrugged, eyes twinkling with mirth as she told you, “Some motivation to remember I guess.”

“Shoko!” You whined.

The woman just chuckled again. “You could try to surprise him. Touch him when he doesn’t suspect it. Just to test the theory.”

Yeah…maybe you’d do that. 

—

You sighed, watching Satoru empty the bowl of rock candy you’d just restocked the other day, grabbing a handful of them before throwing himself back down on the couch. Your eyes followed his fingers as he skillfully unwrapped each candy with one hand before Satoru stuffed them into his mouth. He hummed appreciatively every time. 

You couldn’t believe a 26-year-old you was so desperately in love with him to be indulging this behaviour. 

“I didn’t stock them up just for you to eat all of it within a day.” 

Satoru turned his head a little in your direction but his glasses were hiding his intended side-eye. 

“But you got them for me, didn’t you?” 

He grinned as you stayed silent, knowing he’s seen right through you.

“You’re so sweet, Y/n-chan.” 

You huffed. “Shut up. Who says I got them for you?”

“You’re allergic and as you’ve said before I am the only one who’s shown up to your apartment the past few weeks. Who else would you get them for?”

You leaned back in the chair, eyes resting on the bowl on your desk. “My secret boyfriend obviously.”

Satoru hummed. “I thought you came to the conclusion he didn’t exist.”

You bit your lips, glad he has turned with his back towards you again so he couldn’t see your conflicted expression. Maybe you’d just come to the conclusion that you wished Satoru was the secret boyfriend…

You couldn’t stop thinking about that conversation Shoko and you had had that day. About Satoru’s distance, about your lingering feelings despite the memory ‘loss’ and about Infinity. Especially that last part hadn’t left you any peace. What reason was there for Satoru to shut it off around you? Even when you threatened him with your chopsticks? Or was it just another amnesia rule? Did he want you to remember Infinity by yourself?

You frowned, eyes gazing towards his seat on the couch. He was still happily munching on his candy, his back exposed to you.

What had Shoko said? You should try to test him by touching him when he didn’t expect it? This way he couldn’t just shut it off at the last moment. This way you’d know for sure if he automatically disabled it around you.

Your fingers itched and you balled your hands into fists to stop yourself from tapping them against your thighs. You were sitting close enough that if you leaned forward you would be able to touch him. He was still busy with the candy, making happy noises.

Your eyes zoned in on the uncovered patch of skin on his neck, a pale stripe peeking out between his hair and his collar. 

Satoru made a questioning sound in the back of his throat and you realised he was still expecting an answer. 

“How do I know you’re not just keeping him away from me? Maybe it’s just another one of your amnesia rules.” You tried to joke, keeping your voice steady. 

He snickered, shoulders shaking as his head fell forwards a little, exposing even more skin of his neck.

You stared at it, feeling your heartbeat out of your chest.

“Though I definitely have the power to do that I don’t think-”

You pushed your finger against the skin of Satoru’s neck.

The man stopped, neither flinching nor moving away. He just waited.

Your eyes went wide, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your finger. He hadn’t activated Infinity. He couldn’t even have known that you would touch him. Your mind was reeling.

“Sorry, you-uh-there…there was a hair!” You yelled out, voice rising an octave, as you swiped your finger down his skin to pretend like you were brushing it away.

Then you quickly snatched your hand away.

“I see. Thank you.” Satoru’s tone was unreadable again. And he still didn’t turn around.

Not that it would have helped ease your mind to see his expression, not when the glasses were hiding his true feelings by covering his eyes. 

“Of course.” You laughed awkwardly, now wanting nothing more than to bend forward and press your lips to the spot you had just touched. 

You shock yourself out of that thought. Get a grip.

You cleared your throat. “So you have… the power to keep my secret boyfriend away, huh?”

It was meant to lighten the mood, maybe get rid of the sudden tension you felt between the two of you. But Satoru stayed quiet for a while.

“I’m the strongest.” He said it like it was a fact and for some reason, you didn’t doubt him. 

You smiled. “Maybe he’d get very upset if he found out you ate all his candy and would try to fight you.”

“I’d win,” Satoru insisted, finally turning around to look at you, a smirk lifting the corner of his lips. 

And then with one smooth move, he bent over the back of the couch and snatched the bowl of rock candy from your desk. You gasped, watching in shock as the man dug his hand in the contents and fished out even more candy than he had before.

You jumped up, reaching for the bowl.

“Give it to me.”

“Nope.” Satoru laughed, holding his hand out of your reach.

You bent over the back of the couch, stabilising yourself on his shoulder as you climbed half over the backrest, Satoru’s laughter filling the air with your annoyed yells.

“Satoru stop being a little shit. I just bought these. That’s way too much sugar for you.”

You reached over him, catching his wrist and almost losing balance and falling but were able to catch yourself in the last moment, luckily not smashing your foreheads together in the process. Wait…foreheads?

You froze, hands still holding his wrist as you realized that you were now sitting in Satoru’s lap. 

Like actually sitting in Satoru’s lap. Butt on thighs. Sitting. 

You…what? 

You couldn’t move, you tried to will yourself to do something. Anything. But your body didn’t respond, too overwhelmed that you were sitting on Satoru’s lap. 

The man looked unbothered, eyes twinkling with mischief as your cheeks exploded with heat and you kind of wanted to slap him because what the fuck? 

You let go of his wrists and quickly tried to move back and out of his lap but had to have Satoru save you from losing balance and almost falling backwards in your attempts. Which he did by grabbing your waist with his hands and pulling you back in his lap, letting go of the candy still in his hand. The sound of them clattering to the floor filled the following silence. 

“Careful,” he chided you, voice playful. 

You stared at him, eyes darting between the dark lenses of his sunglasses and across his face as you tried to work out what was happening. 

“See something you like?” he teased, hands still comfortably resting on your waist.

That’s what you noticed suddenly. He hadn’t let go of you. No, he was keeping you in his lap, like he wanted you there. And what he just said…was he flirting? 

Seriously flirting? 

You reached forward, not knowing what possessed you as your fingers traced the frames of Satoru’s glasses before softly plucking them from his face. The man didn’t stop you. He remained still, unblinkingly staring up at you with those blue eyes that mirrored the sky. You folded the glasses absentmindedly and clipped them to his shirt before your hand reached for his face again. The cap of your finger brushed the skin of his cheek, barely able to notice the softness of it when you came back to yourself. What the fuck were you doing.

You reeled back, almost falling out of Satoru’s lap again if it wasn’t for the man’s grip around you.

“Why are you fighting it?” His voice was suddenly serious.

You blinked, overwhelmed by what had just happened, what was still happening.

“Fighting what?” You breathed out, flexing your fingers in his grip.

Without much explanation, he pulled your hand back to its previous position a few inches away from his face before letting go again.

“Trust your instincts and stop fighting them, otherwise your memories will never return.”

You swallowed.

“What if it’s not instincts?”

He cocked his head. You didn’t continue your sentence.

What if it was merely your feelings for him? What if you messed things up for 26-year-old you?

Gojo sighed, shoulders falling and for a second you saw disappointment fleet through his gaze before it was replaced with a feigned expression of amusement.

“You’re such a chicken.”

He straightened up and you realised that he was letting you go, that you could get out of his lap now. Instead, you did something stupid. 

You grabbed his face with both of your hands and waited long enough to see him perk up in surprise, eyes wide as they stared up at you, and then you leaned down to press your lips against his. 

Satoru didn’t even wait until your lips were fully connected before he pushed forward, head tilting until your mouths could slot together perfectly. Something in your chest fluttered as he pulled you closer against him, your chests being pressed together. You gasped into his mouth. He used that opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips and you followed his guidance, letting yourself sink into the sensation. You shuddered against him, overwhelmed with the feeling of him but at the same time, it felt normal…a little bit like you were coming home.

You both pulled back to catch your breath, not moving far away, noses still close enough to almost touch. This was insane. You couldn’t help staring at him, his eyes looked so bright and a little crazy. You just noticed how impossibly blue they were. Bluer than the sky even, like they contained a whole other universe in them.

You swallowed, tongue darting out to wet your tingling lips, the taste of sugar lingering there.  You didn’t pay any attention to it, too distracted by the excitement that bloomed in your chest when Satoru’s eyes darted down to follow the moment. 

A laugh bubbled past your throat at the absurdity of it all. Only yesterday you wouldn’t have thought it possible that Satoru would let you kiss him, much less kiss you back. That you’d been sitting here in his lap, all because of…well…

“You deactivated it.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. 

“Mh?” 

“When I touched your neck. Infinity.”

His eyes widened, finding yours. “You remember that?”

You gave his cheek an apologetic squeeze, “Shoko told me.”

He visibly deflated. “So you still remember nothing?”

Yeah…there was still that. Your memories. You swallowed, eyes darting down to his lips again and you remembered what Shoko had told you. What Satoru had just told you. You have to trust your instincts.

“I can’t tell if it’s a memory or more of a feeling. But I think we’ve kissed before.”

“Oh yeah?” Satoru teased, visibly brightening up again. 

“Satoru.” 

He hummed, fingers squeezing your waist as he pulled you closer against him. Your thumb brushed his cheek and your noses brushed. 

“Do feelings count as memories?”

Satoru lifted an eyebrow.

“You’re getting philosophical with me.”

You softly pinched his cheek.

“Would you let me kiss you again?”

His eyebrow quirked up. “Would that help with your memories?”

“Would you let me even if it didn’t?” You whispered, already leaning closer. 

“Are you asking these questions to figure me out or because you want to kiss me?” he asked, but his voice sounded hoarse and you could tell that he wanted you to kiss him just as badly as you wanted to kiss him.

“I’m following my instincts,” You muttered and leaned back in to connect your lips again.

Yeah. This was like coming home. 

—

After that afternoon you became bolder. Pulling Satoru down for kisses, reaching to hold his hand, sitting close enough your legs were touching, snuggling up to him when you were watching a movie. 

To your pleasant surprise the man was accepting your touches with ease, Infinity still shut off around you. You didn’t talk about it at first, happy to just enjoy this new but somehow familiar dynamic you had. But there was really just one explanation for this. 

“We’re dating.” 

Your statement didn’t seem to surprise Satoru at the very least.

“Is that a question or a statement?” he mused, not even turning around as he prepared your food at the counter of your kitchen.

You closed the distance between the both of you and slung your arms around him, testing, and just like you’d expected, he let you. Not just that, it almost felt like he was leaning into your touch.

“I’m pretty confident,” you hummed, tightening your grip and pressing your face into his side.

“You’re remembering?” Satoru asked but he didn’t sound convinced.

You scrunched your face. “Did I ask you out?”

Satoru tensed and peaked down at you, eyes narrowed suspiciously. 

“Are you guessing?”

You grinned. “I asked you out but you kissed me first.”

His eyes widened. “Y/n…”

Your grin softened into a smile at his hopeful eyes. 

“It’s not really remembering, I think. It just…feels right. It’s like I just know it.”

He sighed, reaching out to twirl your hair between his fingers. 

“Are you even trying?” He sounded so whiny. It made you giggle again.

“You’re such a jerk. Why didn’t you just tell me we were dating?”

“You need to remember yourself for the curse to wear off,” he justified, but then admitted what you had already suspected, “It was also very funny to watch you squirm and be all flustered around me. You were so embarrassed for wanting to see my eyes.” He giggled to himself. “And to hear about that secret boyfriend of yours you buy those candies for was very entertaining. “

You rolled your eyes. “And you were that secret boyfriend the whole time.”

Discarding the food at the counter the man turned around in your grip so he could sling his arms around you as well. He rested his head on top of yours.

“You never told me you were allergic.”

You shrugged. “You would have made fun of me for being so smitten with you.”

“Because you are! You love me so much!” he sing-sang, rocking you in his arms, making you laugh. 

“Yeah, I do,” you agreed softly.

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Day 2 of @niecest-weekend-2023

“Mmmm, Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang purred when Nie Mingjue appeared in the doorway, dishes in hand. “You are so good to your didi.” Nie Huaisang's smile was like the cat's when it got the canary, and even though his brother's face didn't change much, he could see the first signs of pleased embarrassment.

“Don't push it,” Nie Mingjue growled. The younger man still lazing in the bed just smirked; his brother's angry behavior never really worked on him. He would give in the grumpy growls and loud orders when needed, but when it was just the two of them, he knew there was nothing hurtful Nie Mingjue would do to him. His brother was a big softie, just for him.

“But Daaa-geee,” he whined, “you really are so good for your weak and helpless didi! You make your didi feel loved and adored. You are so good at being the best Da-ge in the whole world!”

The blush spreading on Nie Mingjue's face, starting at his ears, then covering the tip of his nose, was even more delicious than the breakfast he put down on the bed. Who cared about sweet congee, savory soup dumplings and perfectly fried meats and vegetables when he had his strong and huge brother being so sweet.

He wanted to bite into something other than the tender pork or the crunchy bamboo shoots.

But not yet. His Da-ge woke up early just to bring him his favorite dishes. First, food, then he could say thank you in his own way.

He looked up to his brother, helplessly blinking with deliberately huge eyes he knew his Da-ge could never say no to. “Feed me?”

“YOU…!” Nie Mingjue roared, and Nie Huaisang made himself to wince. His brother stopped, looking stricken.

“I'm sorry,” Nie Huaisang whispered with a convincing pout on his face, “I’m trying, but it hurts to move my arms…”

“If you'd practice more, your arms wouldn't hurt! You never listen to me when I tell you to go to saber practice! You would deserve to not only feed yourself, but to go out and hunt your food for yourself!” Grumbled Nie Mingjue.

His words would have been more convincing, if he wouldn't have sat down next to Nie Huaisang, grabbing the tray of food into his lap to choose the best bites for his beloved didi.

Nie Huaisang sniffed pathetically just for a good measure, and while Nie Mingjue rolled his eyes, he also pinched a piece of pork between the pair of chopsticks, lifting it to Nie Huaisang's lips. Was it really surprising that the Second Young Master never listened to any of the verbal or nonverbal threats when he had years of evidence that Nie Mingjue would never hurt him? No, not even just that; he had evidence that Nie Mingjue would do anything in his powers to spoil and pamper him rotten.

He opened his mouth, letting his brother put the pork into his waiting mouth, then deliberately licked the chopsticks as Nie Mingjue pulled them away. The meat was perfect, just the way he liked it.

“Good?” Nie Mingjue asked with a strange edge in his voice.

“Mmm,” the younger man nodded. “Yes, Da-ge! Thank you, Da-ge!”

“Hm,” his brother huffed, pretending to be unaffected, but Nie Huaisang knew it better. He could see how proud the older man was to be able to provide for his didi.

Honestly, every time Nie Huaisang whined and pleaded, and pretended to be weak and powerless, was for Nie Mingjue's sake. His big brother needed to be needed, and if he wanted to take care of somebody, why would he need to look for somebody else, when Nie Huaisang was there, ready to be the pampered spouse of a Sect Leader he was born to be? He was nice like that; self-sacrificing, even!

“Don't get used to it,” mumbled the flustered Sect Leader, putting another bite of food into his didi's waiting mouth.

Nie Huaisang shook his head, lying through his teeth, “No, of course not.”

After everything was gone, Nie Huaisang laid back on the bed, yawning lazily. “Thank you, Da-ge, you made your didi very happy!” He made sure he had his brightest smile on him, so the wince he made would be even more prominent. “Ouch.”

“What happened?” Nie Mingjue asked worriedly.

Biting into his lips, Nie Huaisang said with a pout on his face, “My feet hurt.”

“Didi…”

“Da-ge!”

The Sect Leader sighed, kneeling down next to the bed. “If you'd just listen to me once…”

“Yes, Da-ge,” murmured Nie Huaisang, both of them knowing not meaning it. He lifted one dainty foot, placing it into his brother's hands, who immediately dug his thumbs into the arch, finding the most painful points. Nie Huaisang leaned his head back against the bed, enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure. Nie Mingjue massaged his feet and calves so perfectly, his hands pulling out indecent moans out of the pampered Young Master.

“You are so good for your didi,” he said softly. “You deserve a reward, don't you?”

A whine torn from Nie Mingjue's chest. Nie Huaisang leaned forward, taking his brother's chin into his palm, watching as the embarrassed blush spread.

“A-Sang,” his brother whispered, broken.

“Not yet,” he purred, patting lightly on his brother's cheek, then leaned back. Nie Mingjue complied to the unsaid order, and continued rubbing the smooth skin.

“Ah! Ahhh, yes, more…” Nie Huaisang hummed with pleasure, his toes curling as his brother pressed and stroked all the way from his toes to his knees.

“Demanding brat,” grunted the kneeling man, never stopping his movements.

“Your demanding brat,” grinned Nie Huaisang, pleased and proud of the fact.

“Indeed…” Nie Mingjue muttered, changing from one foot to another. It could never stop excite Nie Huaisang how different their bodies were. He was tiny and graceful, while his brother was huge and strong, and this contrast was even more prominent. Even with Nie Mingjue kneeling on the ground, he towered over his didi; his hands could cover Nie Huaisang's tiny feet. He could easily break the younger man, he could hurt him and tear him apart, and yet…

There he was, obeying every demand of Nie Huaisang. The power he held over his brother was a heady feeling, humbling too. Too bad he was never humble in his life.

“A-Jue!” Nie Huaisang moaned, feeling his brother's tongue sliding over his foot from heel to toe. Nie Mingjue took his didi's big toe in his mouth, sucking on it before biting down just hard enough to be felt, but not breaking skin. “Da-ge…” his voice was hoarse, wishing his brother's mouth would engulf another part of him.

“You are so good,” Nie Huaisang moaned. “You are such a good Da-ge, you can have your reward now!”

Nie Mingjue purred, “Didi,” unwrapping the lazy Second Young Master from his night robes. Nie Huaisang didn't move much, he let his brother do the hard work.

His cock was fully hard and leaking, ready for Nie Mingjue to take his reward. The older man pulled his brother closer, spreading his knees so he could have more space, then glanced up, asking for permission.

“Good Da-ges deserve their rewards. Go for it!” Nie Huaisang allowed, and his brother didn't need anything else. Hot lips closed around his aching cock, licking and sucking, making Nie Huaisang melt in the flames of his passion.

“Touch yourself while you suck me off,” Nie Huaisang ordered, his voice trembling like his legs around Nie Mingjue's head. His brother brought one hand off of his knee, down to his own cock. Nie Huaisang's heels dug into broad shoulders, trying to get his brother to come closer, urging him to speed up. He was gasping for breath at the pleasurable feeling; his Da-ge was always so good at taking care of him. He was so close, teetering on the edge of coming, his back arching, body trembling as he kept himself from coming too soon.

“Make me come before you come and when I recover, you can ride me,” rumbled Nie Huaisang. His brother moaned, and the sensation from the hot mouth and the sound's vibration pushed Nie Huaisang over the edge. He came, deep down on Nie Mingjue's throat.

“Ca- can I…?” breathed Nie Mingjue, and Nie Huaisang nodded, knowing exactly what his brother wanted. The older man stood up, towering over Nie Huaisang, and after a few strokes, he came over his didi's body. Not needing to be told what to do next, he bent down, licking aways every drop of his own cum.

The younger man yanked his brother over him; the heavy body pressed him into the bed. It felt delicious to know Nie Mingjue could suffocate him or crush him with his body, but would never do that. Indeed, Nie Mingjue was already bracing himself on his arms to lessen his weight on his brother. Leaning forward, Nie Huaisang pressed their lips together, kissing the older man deep, tasting the mix of their cum. They parted with a wet sucking sound, noses brushing together as both tried to catch their breath.

“Didi, my didi…” murmured Nie Mingjue, as they settled down, him laying on his back and Nie Huaisang curled up on his chest.

“You make me feel so good. You are always so good for me,” Nie Huaisang murmured sleepily.

“Don't get too used to it, you spoiled brat,” Nie Mingjue grunted, running his fingers through his didi's hair.

Nie Huaisang grinned cheekily and lied, “I would never!”

“Brat.” Nie Mingjue's voice was more fond than annoyed, as Nie Huaisang hid his face in his chest, trying to merge them together.

[switchdnp]

Puppy Love

Summary: 1714 words of self-indulgent petplay with extremely sappy aftercare

Warnings: d/s themes, punishment, degradation n humiliation, fucking leg humping bc idk, use of the word slut, some praise tho, pain kink, sex toys kinda?? i think thats all

A/n: i discussed this concept with morg at like 12am in the morning so blame them for this

Phil doesn’t even need to ask when he wants to play, Dan knows by now the signs of him slowly slipping into subspace. Stress can cause it, Phil loves getting to let go of his anxieties and worries, even if it’s only for an evening with Dan. It gives him a special kind of respite from every day life, one where he can relax and simply let Dan take care of him, think for him, and let him trust in the knowledge that he’d be safe no matter what. Even after it’s over, he feels more ready to take on whatever was troubling him before.

And it’s good for Dan to, he’s a control freak at heart, and getting to have his boyfriend utterly at his will got him going in a way that used to make him feel guilty, worry he was too demanding or overbearing. Nowadays there was no shame, Dan loved to control, and Phil loved being controlled, if only for the scene.

Today play started in the morning, Dan could tell Phil needed a break, the week had been overwhelming for him, and he deserved to be taken care of. He woke Phil up with his lips around his cock, eyes shooting open, adrenaline rushing from the unknown stimulation. Dan knew he was okay with this, he’d proclaimed his love for being woken up by a blowjob or rimjob numerous times, more times than Dan could count in fact. It made him feel subby instantly, legs forced spread and cock throbbing helplessly, all while he could hardly even think, mind still clouded with being barely awake.

Phil’s thighs started trembling, and Dan popped off; he could tell he was getting close, and Dan had better, longer plans for today than just a short and sweet orgasm. Phil whined and pouted his lips when Dan pulled away, but held his hips still when he told him to.

“Alright lovely, I’ve got a plan for today, do you wanna be my little puppy? Let me make you feel good?” Dan explained, running a soothing hand up and down Phil’s thigh. Phil nodded, and Dan squeezed the soft flesh like a confirmation that he’d take good care of him all throughout the scene.

“Okay, I’m gonna go out, get some chores done, why don’t you get yourself nice and ready for me while I’m gone?” Dan said, voice soft and cooing, almost overly sweet in the way it purred in Phil’s ear. He liked it that way, just a little bit condescending, a little bit patronizing, but still full of fondness.

“Yes Master, how do you want me to get ready?” Phil asked, smiling when Dan’s fingers trailed higher up his thigh, almost daring to slip under the pant leg of his boxers.

“Just a shower, stretch yourself, and get yourself in your puppy gear. You’ll look so pretty, my lovely pup.” Dan praised, kissing Phil’s forehead and ruffling his hair, the soft affection almost teasing when Phil couldn’t get what else he had planned for him out of his head. They stayed like that for few more minutes, just Dan gently pushing Phil further and further into subspace, until he actually did have to get going. There were genuine chores to be done, after all.

He pulled away and Phil whimpered, only reassured by the knowledge that Dan would come back, and a tiny head pat.

“I’ll be back before you know it puppy, just be good for me, okay? You know your rules.” Dan instructed as he left, blowing Phil a kiss because he was a softie at heart, and closing the bedroom door behind him. Phil got to work as soon as he was gone, undressing himself and hopping in the shower. He resisted the urge to stretch himself then, knowing it would probably lead to full-on shower masturbation—and that was against Dan’s rules. Instead, he simply shaved, and put extra conditioner in his hair, knowing Dan would be running his fingers through it a lot tonight.

After the shower, he got himself in his puppy ears—floppy, tan, and absolutely adored by Dan—and laid himself down on the bed, dipping his fingers in the lube Dan kept on their dresser, and circling his rim. He slipped in two at once, wanting to get the process over before he risked getting too turned on. It felt so good, too good, and Phil couldn’t help but get carried away with the pleasure, ending up fucking himself fervently on all four fingers. He bit down onto the sheets, ears bobbing each time he rutted back against his own touch.

Growing frustrated with himself, Phil pulled his fingers out, needing a better, stronger stimulation. He grabbed his tail plug, and pressed it quickly past his rim, wincing at the tiny bit of pain his own impatience brought him. Grabbing the remote hidden in Dan’s bedside drawer, he turned on the vibrations, yelping at the sudden jolt of pleasure. He was never allowed to use the vibe without Dan’s permission when they were in play, but he was desperate, so hard it hurt, and Dan wouldn’t be back for some time. Or so he’d thought.

Just as he was nearing his orgasm, Dan opened the door, the stern frown on his face making Phil shiver with shame. He sat up and turned to face Dan, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but choked off by Dan’s fingers wrapping around his throat. The pressure was gentle, barely even pressing on the arteries, but combined with the way Dan’s eyes were practically burning into his it made Phil light headed.

“You’ve been a very, very bad puppy, do you know that Phil? You’re going to have to be punished.” He chastised, tightening his grip on Phil’s neck. Phil’s heart was thrumming in his chest—Dan rarely had to ever punish him, but the few times it did happen, he was left sobbing and shaking in the best way possible. Dan’s hand left his neck in favor of his hair, tugging harshly and forcing Phil to look down to the ground.

“Get on the floor, slut. You can hump my fucking leg to come, like the dog you are.” Dan commanded, voice not leaving any room for noncompliance. Phil shuffled off the bed instantly, cheeks flushing hot as he rutted against the rough material of Dan’s denim jeans. He tried to stare at the floor, lips parted and eyes fluttering shut as he let himself get lost in the sensation.

“Faster, bitch, humiliate yourself for me.” Dan growled, pulling Phil’s hair and forcing him to look up, eyes wide as they made contact with Dan’s. He did as Dan asked, grinding his hips faster and whining at the slight burn on his cock. It felt better than it should have, the pain really only making him leak more precum, wet and warm on Dan’s leg.

“You’re getting me all dirty puppy, lay on your back, I’ll get you off with my shoe.” Dan said, voice a bit softer, a bit gentler as Phil laid back for him, legs spread and absolutely helpless. He knew it was difficult for Phil to relax like this, he was so exposed and unguarded, but he knew Dan wouldn’t ever dare to really hurt him, and that was enough to calm his nerves.

Dan nudged Phil’s thighs a bit more open, and then grinded down hard into his cock. The sole of his shoe was rough and demanding on Phil’s cock, and it drove him even further into subspace. He was so weak, so pitiful before his Master, and Dan was absolutely loving it, loving giving and giving until Phil couldn’t take anymore. He pushed harder and Phil squirmed, legs jolting shut around Dan’s ankle on reflex, trembling harshly. Dan leaned down and gently pulled them apart, not feeling the need to reprimand him when he was taking his punishment so well.

Phil’s legs started quivering and Dan knew he was getting close. He ordered Phil to rut up against his shoe, smiling and praising him when he quickly bucked up his hips.

“Master, Master, it feels so good, love when you’re—fuck!—rough with me. Can I come please, Master? I need to come so bad.” Phil begged, voice high and frantic as his release started building in his stomach. He wasn’t sure if he could hold it back, and he didn’t want to disappoint Dan again.

“Come for me puppy, you’ve been so good, you deserve it.” Dan assured, moaning under his breath as Phil came under him, back arching off the floor and whole body convulsing with each wave of pleasure. His cock throbbed, the last spurts of cum weakly dribbling down and staining Dan’s shoe.

Dan gathered up in his arms once he came down from his high, sitting them both up on the bed and stroking his sore, shaking thighs. Phil relaxed into the contact, eyes half-lidded and head nuzzling against Dan’s chest.

“Did so well for me, my good little puppy.” Dan praised, rubbing a warm, big hand up and down Phil’s back. He pulled out the plug and took off Phil’s ears, patting his head and giggling when Phil pulled down his hand to kiss at his fingers. He opened his eyes fully just to look up at Dan, take in the fond, all-adoring expression on his face, and how it was all meant for him, and only him.

“”M sleepy,” He sighed, going even more pliant in Dan’s lap.

“Go to sleep love, Master will keep you safe.” Dan cooed, kissing Phil’s forehead as he dozed off, knowing when he woke up Dan would still be there to give him more love, more affection. His heart fluttered with soft, familiar love, and it felt like warmth and safety and home. He was at home in their mutual love, and really, what more could Phil ask for?

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