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[kirisharkima]

Choso gets so lost in the feeling of your pussy that he fucks you till he can’t stop. Tears rolling down his face with his head buried into your neck. The man whimpering and moaning shakily as he neared yet another orgasm.

“Ahh.. Choso baby. G- give.. nngh- give y-yourself a break.”

He shook his head, his thrusts loud and sloppy as he desperately rut into you. His breathing speeding up as he let out an uncontrollable string of whiny cries. “C-can’t!” his voice went up a pitch. “Your pussy, nngh- your pussy, o-oh fuck your pussy feels s-so,” a loud mewl. “so fu..ckkking good.”

Choso pressed his lips onto yours. Messily deepening the kiss as his tears dripped into your cheeks. “Nngh- cummin’! Cummin’ so hard— ‘s so good— so.. so- haah.” burying himself deep into you as he came. Pumping his biggest load into your overly filled cunt.

“More.” he breathed, not giving himself a chance to calm down before fucking into you once more. His hips snapping forward into your tight heat as his cum leaked out of you in spurts. Broken moans leaving his mouth every time you clenched down on his overly sensitive tip. “Wanna- nngh— wanna breed this pussy for..ever, f-fuck.” Barely able to keep himself up as he chased another painfully delicious high.

[kirisharkima]

You Even Make Me Glow(Virgin!Choso x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, dry humping, making out, premature ejaculation, mentions of vaginal fingering, recreational drug use, Choso is Yuji's older brother, AU/canon divergent, age gap(Choso is early 20s and Reader is 18) word count: 1.7k pairings: Virgin!Choso Kamo x Fem!Reader a/n: Here's a little bday gift for the wonderful @dreadsuitsamus! Happy Birthday!!!

Every time you went over to hang out with Yuji, you’d always see his older brother, Choso. Choso was always reclusive and would keep himself tucked away in his room. You’d pass by his room on your way to Yuji’s room every time. It drew you in, even just looking at the door made you intrigued as to what could be going on inside.

Choso loved to listen to loud music. You wondered if he was trying to drown out the world. The concert stubs and mini band posters that plastered the door to his sanctuary gave you hints as to who he liked in terms of music, so you began listening to the same bands. Yuji didn’t seem to pick up on this, which relieved you. You were beginning to become a little embarrassed about your obvious crush on his older brother.

Then you began to linger near Choso’s door a little more every time you would come over. Your hands shaking as you raised them to knock on the door, but you never had the guts to do so. So instead, you’d fantasize about what it would be like to go past the threshold and enter his sanctuary. You began to imagine what it might be like to become his friend, and maybe more. You figured he’d have some experience with intimacy, and he’d have to show you the way.

At night, when the world is quiet and dark, you lay in your bed thinking of what things could be like between you and Choso. You wonder if he even likes girls like you. Girls who are maybe a little softer than his rough edges. Girls who are sweet and hang out with his kid brother. Despite finding Yuji incredibly cute, you know you want to pursue these feelings with Choso. You need to figure it out if it’s only a crush or maybe it’s something even deeper.

It happens one night, when you’re over for your weekly movie night with Yuji. As the first movie ends and Yuji is pretty much passed out on his bed, you decide to go into the bathroom and get a snack. As you pass by Choso’s room, you notice the door is open this time. Your heart skips a beat, then you scurry off to the bathroom. You splash some water on your face a few times, then you make your way back to Yuji’s room.

“Hey kid,” you hear from inside of Choso’s room. “Come in here,”

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you actually heard that or if your mind was playing tricks on you. You look into the bedroom, and he smirks at you. He’s sitting on his bed, the window propped open. You see the smoke swirling in his face before he takes another drag from his joint. He points at you, then crooks his finger to motion for you to come inside the bedroom.

“Yeah, I said come in here.”

You swallow hard, your mind going blank and your mouth getting dry. This was finally happening. Maybe he finally figured out about your little crush. Small steps make you enter his sanctuary, and he gets you to close the door behind you. Then you sit on the bed, careful not to get too close to him.

He doesn’t say anything at first, just hands you the joint. You take it from him, and you bring it to your lips. Just the idea of swapping a little spit like this makes you excited. You take a few puffs off the joint before passing it back to him. When your fingers brush, you have to look away to hide the creeping blush on your cheeks.

The music that is playing is soothing in a lot of ways. It’s a band you discovered through listening to whatever Choso was listening to through his bedroom door. You bob your head to the beat, and Choso smirks when he realizes you like this band as well. Then again, he knows you admire him from afar, so for you to enjoy this band as well was a given.

“You like ‘em?” He asks, playing coy.

You nod your head, “Yeah this band is great. I really like their first album.”

He smirks at you, putting out the joint in the ashtray that sits on the windowsill. The two of you begin discussing music, movies and all other sorts of media you like. You learn that you and Choso have a lot more in common than you previously thought. You’re both buzzing with companionship and the weed is making your senses more heightened.

The conversation dies down, and you and Choso are both eyeing one another. He’s a little shy about all of this; you’re his kid brother’s best friend after all. But you’re so damn adorable. He’s always found you so sweet and kind, but the more you would admire him from afar, the more Choso realized he was attracted to you. And as time went on, this developed into a crush.

He leans in a little closer, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear. With him this close, you feel your heart thumping faster and louder. You look into his eyes, and you see the lust that burns in them. It’s not long before he’s cupping your chin and leaning in to capture your lips in a very sweet kiss.

His hands are shaking a little as he presses you down into the mattress. You’re so small under him, and he’s already got a raging hard-on in his pants. As much as you have been admiring from afar, he’s been doing the same for you. You’re such a beautiful young woman, and you make him excited like nothing else.

“You okay with this, doll?” he asks, the false confidence almost slipping from his facade when you nod eagerly.

“Yeah, this is okay, Cho…”

He loves the sound of your voice saying his name like that. He swears he’s going to keep that sound in his mind forever; something he can use for the spank bank later. He keeps you pinned to the bed, lips on yours once more. It feels so good to be able to kiss you like this finally. You taste so sweet too, like soda and candy.

“Thought I didn’t notice you checking me out, huh?” he asks between hungry kisses.

Your cheeks burn at his words. So he was aware of your little crush. You try not to let on that you’re embarrassed, but your reaction really has his cock throbbing again. He grunts under his breath, and then he begins nipping at your neck. The last thing he wants is for you to find out he’s a virgin and that he’s never had sex before. He’s doing all he can to play it cool. His hands shake slightly, but they do not fumble as he slides them up and down your sides.

This is when you wrap your legs around him, bringing him in just a little closer. You let out a surprised gasp when you feel his hardened length pressed up against you now. He’s really big too, which makes you excited. And now that you’re both this close, Choso decides he’s going to test the waters a little more now. His hips move in a sensual way, rubbing his cock against you. It feels so good, he can’t help the small moan that falls from his lips.

Neither of you say anything else. You just go back to these hungry, teeth-clashing kisses. His tongue is violently thrust into your mouth. The moment it touches yours, you’re both moaning and panting. Your fingers thread through his hair, undoing the updo he usually sports. He grunts once more, this time louder, when you gently tug on his hair.

“Shit,” he pants as you move against him eagerly. He’s trying to slow it all down, but he’s chasing his own high as well. It’s almost a little too much for him to back away from. “Fuck, you feel so good…”

You can barely think straight anymore. Your mind is once again blank from this intense kissing. He sucks on your tongue as his hips grind against yours. You imitate his actions, unsure if you’re actually really doing something to him or he’s just praising you to make you feel like less of a loser.

Choso lets out a strangled moan when you suck on his tongue once again. His balls are drawing up and his breath is coming out in heavy gasps. It’s too late to back down, but he’s trying to pull away to save himself some embarrassment. You cling to him, grinding against him for a little more stimulation.

“Doll, wait—” he chokes out. “W-wait…”

You buck up against him once more, and that’s all it takes for Choso to fall off the edge. With his eyes screwed shut, he humps himself against you for that relief. Pumps of hot, sticky cum begin to fill the front of his boxers. His lips tremble as he lets out the cutest little moans. Then it’s over before he could even take control of the situation. His eyes snap open and he looks so mortified.

“S-shit! I am so so sorry, I didn’t think I would—”

But you cut him off with a kiss. You didn’t think that would happen either, but you weren’t complaining. If anything, you find it super hot that he got that excited just from a little dry humping and making out. He’s confused by your reaction but definitely not complaining. When he pulls away, he gets up from the bed and makes his way into his bathroom to change.

You sit on the bed, trying to figure out what has just happened. Your heart is still racing, and your lips feel swollen from all that kissing. There’s a wetness that’s formed between your thighs that you can no longer ignore. You rub your thighs together for a little relief.

Before you can do anything else, Choso is back and he’s crawling on top of you. There seems to be a renewed sense of confidence in him as he kisses you once more. No longer beating around the bush, he slips his hands into your pants and plays with your panty-clad cunt.

“Now, where were we?”

[kirisharkima]

Heyyyyy 🩷🫶🏾

Ex-husband! Choso who refuses to get remarried because he’s still in love with you. Even though you filed for divorce due to his lack of time, He still comes by the house to take care of the kids and sometimes cooks dinner. You realize that he’s not going anywhere when after every visit he fucks you like the night of your wedding. (NSFw please)?

*ೃ༄ fem!reader, ex husband!choso, overstim, unprotected sex, whiney choso, breeding, praise, mdni. wc: 0.9k

ex-husband choso never stopped loving you, despite the two of you separating.

he couldn’t.

he’s always had a deep love for you, he couldn’t be bothered with trying to move on. he still happily wears his ring, there’s probably never a moment where he takes it off because he’s just that in love with you.

it happens every time. he ends up coming over, claiming he forgotten clothes, wants to visit the kids, anything else. yet once he has you alone with the kids being at your parents house, he shows how much he misses you.

he’s so gentle with his touch—sweet whimpers escape his lips as he creates kiss trails all over your body, savoring your sweet taste that he’s always missed.

“really missed my wife,” he’d mumble out, and his lips felt so soft, tender you started to pulse. it was incredibly embarrassing. yet you and choso both knew he knew every inch of your body. every inch that makes you whine out his name. “gorgeous body. ‘s perfect ‘n all for me.”

“c-choso,” you’d moan, bringing his head close up to your neck. he sucks on your tender collarbone, he’s buried balls deep with you being sprawled out on your back. he’s gripping your thigh, caressing it before he starts to moan against your ear.

you’re nearly losing his mind at how good your warmth swallows him, gripping tight around him, it makes him dizzy. “fuck..”

“hey hey,” he mumbles, hovering over your body, his warm breath wafts against your neck, he’s so addicted to sucking softly on your skin, nibbling it playfully to drag out and elicit the sweetest sounds from your mouth.

“don’t talk baby, jus’ want you to feel me. got me so obsessed,” he goes on to say, and he grabs onto your hand. his hands were bigger than yours, a smooth surface of his palms yet as his fingers interlock with yours, you felt the coldness of the metal. the wedding ring he still wore after all the time brush against his ring finger. “woman, y’don’t know how crazy you drive me..”

choso’s heart pounds the more he stares into your eyes. and he’s always gentle with his rhythm, but with its own sprinkle of roughness.

“can never stay a-away from you,” he moans, rutting himself against you. you’re just tightening and squeezing down on him that his jaw clenches. “baby, ‘m gonna get milked by you again. i-i feel it.”

“kiss me.” you spit out, just yearning for his touch, for more of his taste. at this point, you could care less that the two of you were split. your trembling legs locked around his slim wasist as he’s pumping in and out of you.

your body cutely jerks and jolts against him, your frame he always found out to be so adorable in comparison to him.

he huffs out a breath before furrowing his eyebrows, growing more needy himself. “open your mouth then.”

you do—parting your lips, and choso leans in to kiss you, sloppily. you wrap your arms around him, his soft darkened hair tickles against your forehead, it wasn’t in its usual ponytails. he had it down because after all, he’s always had a thing for you pulling on it.

he moans in your mouth. still jackhammering his hips against yours at full throttle, your legs twitch and rub against his bare back. choso’s so high from your lips, running his tongue, tracing it against yours before you whimper once you feel him reach a hand down towards your pussy to give it a squeeze. he pulls away before whispering against your lips. “tell me you still love me, baby.”

“i-i still love you.” you whined, feeling your orgasm about to reach itself. it was approaching heavily, and your head went back against the pillow. choso’s eyes glimmer at your words, tracing a thumb against your lips before sneaking a kiss onto your mouth.

choso starts panting. “all i wanted to hear,” his muscles flex from his constant friction he creates with his sharp hips. you’re so full, his dick was purely appetizing, all you could even think of was your ex-husband spilling a thick load inside of you like he always does.

it always comes out a lot, thick stringy ropes of cum. his favorite thing to do would be to pull out and let the remains splatter all over your tummy.

“i wanna make you a mommy again so bad,” he stammers out. hiding his head inside of your neck, he’s nibbling near your collarbone once more. his right hand rests on your tummy as he’s still pumping in and out of you, his own strength making him whimper out. “miss seeing your pretty tummy so plump ‘n round. gorgeous body.”

“do it then,” you whined, brushing your heel against his back. his eyes light up, he prepared himself to say something but he just moans instead. choso’s voice, you could listen to it all day, whether he was whimpering or just conversing conversation. “gimme another baby, choso.”

“i’ll give you twins,” he whispers, his voice was undeniably shaky. peppering your nose with kisses. his hips rock back and forth in such a sensual way you find your nails dragging down his back. “but first,” he pauses, stopping mid thrust to bring out your hand, kissing it once. his voice was so gentle, he moans from how tight you squeeze around him.

choso slides off his ring—squeezing it on yours and it was a perfect fit, he leans in to kiss you before letting off a moan. “marry me, again?”

[kirisharkima]

the undone and the divine

Pairing: Swiss x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: virgin reader, first time, PinV sex, oral sex (f! receiving), hand action, ghouls being ghouls

Words: 2,962

Summary: You told him he could make it up to you. So he does.

a/n: sequel to my previous story heaven in hiding so go check that out before you get into this! basically i just think being a ghoul consort would cure me, personally. ghoul bicycle, if you will. ANYWAY.

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You’ve never been in the ghoul den before.

Swiss has you by the hand, gently leading you down a hallway lined with doors until he finally stops at the second one from the end. It’s unlocked as he opens it and ushers you quietly inside. It’s small, but ultimately very cozy. A large bed sits in the center, dark covers hastily made. On the floor to the side stand his guitars. Stacks of books are piled throughout the space, their titles mostly obscured in the dim light coming from his bedside table. The space is so thoroughly Swiss you can’t help but smile despite the nervousness bubbling in your belly. When you finally turn to him, he looks almost as anxious as you do. His eyes dart from yours to the bed and back to you, and he twists his hands as if he’s holding himself back from something.

“I like your room,” you finally say, breaking the silence. “It suits you.”

He laughs a little and rubs the back of his neck. When you take a step towards him, hand extended, he steps backwards slightly.

“We don’t have to do this,” he blurts out. Your little smile fades and your stomach drops.

“Oh,” you say dumbly, kicking yourself. “I’m sorry I thought…because we…um. Nevermind. I’ll just go.”

Cheeks aflame you begin to head towards the door, achingly embarrassed at your presumption. How stupid, you thought. How naive.

Your hand is on the knob when he comes at you from behind, spinning your shoulders and pinning you to the door. The breath is knocked from your lungs as he holds you there, mirroring the position the two of you had earlier in the cloister. You’re shaking like a leaf when he lets out something between a laugh and a sigh.

“You really think I’m going to let you go now?” he finally breathes, fluttering the hairs on the side of your head. As soon as you move your gaze from his chest to his face, you exhale shakily. His pupils are blown and you know yours are too as he leans down to ghost his lips over yours.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Say you want me to stop and I will.”

When he pulls back finally, he cups your cheeks in his palms, tilting your face up.

“I want this,” you whisper, and his knees buckle slightly. “Swiss, I want you.”

His lips are on yours milliseconds after the words leave your mouth, cradling your head in his large palms even as he guides you away from the door. Suddenly, his hands are everywhere - on your shoulder blades, your hips, molding themselves to the curve of your ass. You trip as he continues backing you to the foot of his bed, causing the two of you to laugh into each other’s mouths. Your fist is beginning to ache from how tightly you are holding the front of his shirt, as if you are afraid he’s going to vanish into thin air. His tongue slides against yours as he frets at the hem of your shirt, desperate to reach skin. When you finally part to catch your breath, he’s looming over your half-reclined body with a knee between your legs, tail twitching behind him. Hands trembling, you reach for the buttons on his shirt and begin working them undone as he presses his lips to your forehead. When you stumble, he places his hands over yours to guide you in finishing the job, finally removing the black garment from his broad shoulders. In turn, he tugs at the edge of your shirt, pulling it gently over your head and throwing it aside. When his hands slide over your sides, finally making contact with your skin you both sigh.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Swiss groans as he reaches for your bra clasp. “No fucking idea.”

“You should have told me,” you pant as he slides your bra off and gently urges you back against the covers.

“Didn’t want to scare you off.” The look in his eyes darkens as he takes in your bare breasts, and involuntarily your arms move in a desire to cover yourself up.

“Don’t,” he says softly, placing a large hand on your sternum. “Please don’t hide from me.”

When he finally shifts to cup your breast in his hand, you whine. He brushes his thumb over your hardened nipple and you feel his cock kick in his pants against your leg.

“You like this?” he says with a gentle grin, repeating the motion, to which your hips buck. His smile turns dark as he lowers his mouth to you, lips brushing the underside of your breast. You know you’re making embarrassing noises by the time his mouth latches onto your nipple and his hips rut against you as he sucks. Head falling back you slide your hand into the dark curls on his head and scratch at his scalp, making him moan against your skin. When he pulls away you whine and he laughs, his warm breath dancing over you.

“So needy, huh? I’ve barely even touched you and you want it that bad.”

“You’re one to talk,” you frown, pushing him away slightly, “what was all that in the hallway, huh?”

He hums deep in his throat, nearly a purr, before taking your nipple between his clawed thumb and forefinger and pinching. Your yelp is cut off by his laughter as he slides his hands down your sides to the waistline of your pants. He’s eye level with the button of your jeans, and your cheeks flush deeper than you had thought possible. You’re watching him like a hawk as he unbuttons them and slowly slides the zipper down. He’s grinning when he places a sweet kiss to your belly as he scooches the garment off your hips and down your thighs. When they’re off and abandoned on the ground next to him, you once again fight the desire to hide yourself from his gaze. Swiss notices the way your hands twitch in discomfort and, his smile softening, he brings both of them to his lips. One by one he kisses the knuckles of both your hands and you watch him, half-sitting up.

“You okay?” he asks, all levity gone from his voice.

“Yeah,” your voice cracks when you say it, making you writhe with embarrassment. “Yes. I’m sorry.”

He cocks his head and rests his chin on your belly, gazing up at you with a look so adoring it makes your heart skip a beat.

“You’re okay, babygirl,” he says, fingers stroking your sides soothingly. He presses another kiss to the soft skin of your stomach. “I got you.”

You must have hesitated with your nod, because he’s gripping your hips firmly and looking at you intently.

“Do you trust me? Tell me.”

You take a deep breath and look him squarely in the eyes. Placing your hands over his, you smile sincerely.

“I trust you, Swiss. I’m just nervous but…I trust you.”

He nods, maintaining eye contact as he slips your underwear down your hips, exposing all of you to him. If you thought you were flushed before you were positively glowing now. He lowers his lips to brush your mons and you sigh contentedly.

“Swiss,” you breathe as he presses feather-light kisses at the juncture of your legs. “I need you. Please.”

He groans from between your legs, claws gripping into the meat of your thighs and tail thrashing behind him. When he gently spreads you open and licks the length of your slit, you cry out, hips bucking. He does it again, and again, and your hand flies to the base of his horns and grips.

“Soaked for me,” he growls in between licks, “fucking drenched.”

You nod desperately, watching as he teases your clit with the tip of his tongue. He’s gripping at you tight enough to draw blood but when he slides his tongue inside you and his nose bumps at your clit, you find you can’t bring yourself to care. He’s lapping at you like a man dying of thirst, licking at your wetness desperately. His lips wrap around your clit and when he ever-so-slightly sucks, your back arches off the bed. He’s holding you down with his firm grip, grunting into your cunt as he devours you.

“Swiss, please. I’m gonna–I’m so close–”

He pulls away, mouth making an obscenely wet noise, and gives you a grin full of sharp teeth.

“Not yet you’re not.”

When he leans back and straightens his body, you look up at him dazed. You’re about to protest when you see him move his hands to the button and zipper of his jeans. Sitting up slightly on your elbows, you watch as he slides his pants and underwear down his legs and disposes of them.

Oh.

You’ve forgotten that you’ve felt the length of him before, mere hours ago in the empty cloister. All of a sudden he looks huge to your eyes, much larger than he felt through the denim of his pants. He’s achingly hard, precum beading at the top of his flushed cock and dripping down onto the duvet. You are filled with the sudden, desperate need to touch him. When he slides back up your body, cock grazing the heat of you, you reach down to brush at him. As soon as the palm of your hand makes contact with his heated flesh, his hips jerk. You want so badly to make him feel good again, to hear him sound so desperate against you once more. Sensing your desire, he gently takes your hand and wraps it around him, adjusting your grip to suit him. Slowly, he guides your hand to stroke him, and you exhale a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Once he sets the pace, his hand falls away, leaving you to your task. He looks gorgeous like this, nude and hunched over you, fucking himself into your fist.

“That’s it, baby,” he breathes with a broken off moan, “you’re doing so good. So good for me.”

Just as you had done back in the hallway, you swiped your thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the precum over the reddened flesh. He grits his teeth and bucks into you with a growl, so you do it again. The way your cunt clenches around nothing at the noises he is making makes you feel lightheaded. Addicted. You don’t realize you’re doing it, but your hand is moving faster over him now. He continues to rut into your hand until he pulls away with a choked gasp.

Oh. You’ve fucked up haven’t you?

“I’m sor–”

All of a sudden his head tips back with thunderous, exaltant laughter. You’re looking up at him, eyes glazed over with lust and puzzlement, and he brings his lips to yours. The kiss is rough, passionate, sloppy. His hand is in your hair, pulling, exposing your neck to him. He’s almost vicious as you feel him nip at your skin and soothe the bites with languorous swipes of his tongue. His cock rests against your belly, hard and weeping more than ever, as he continues to mark you. When your legs begin to wrap around him, he finally pulls back, panting as he looks down at you.

“What was all that about?” you query, chest heaving.

“Have to let the others know,” he says, grin sly and toothy, “I had you first.”

The implication that the other ghouls would be having a turn with you makes your stomach swoop with anticipation but before you can even fully process the thought, Swiss is leaning back to drag his cock through your folds. Your hips twitch desperately every time the head brushes your clit, and he seems content to watch you writhe beneath him.

“Swiss,” you whine, “Please. Please.”

“Sound so good when you beg,” he smirks, bumping his cock against your clit once more. He’s riling you up on purpose, so you indulge him.

“Could have said the same thing about you earlier,” you playfully snarl. “Or did I just imagine you cumming in your jeans for me?”

He laughs loudly again, leaning back down to cage you with his arms. With impossible softness, he leans down and kisses you. It’s a sweet thing, full of longing, and your heart swells. When he rests his forehead against yours, you reach up to stroke at the stubble on his cheek.

“You ready?” he asks quietly, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“Yeah,” you say simply, kissing him swiftly again.

When he reaches down between your bodies, you get that swooping sensation in your stomach once more. Gently parting you, he lines himself up and looks you in the eyes. Slowly, achingly slowly, he pushes into you. You feel your body tense up and your cheeks flush, and all of a sudden he’s in your ear.

“I got you,” he whispers as he sinks further into you. You can’t lie, the stretch does pain you but it does not override your desire. When he’s fully seated inside of you, you exhale the breath you are holding, and he stills. You take several deep breaths as he waits for your command.

“Please, Swiss. Please move.”

So he does. Slowly he withdraws from you and slowly he pushes back in, until the sharp ache between your legs fades away and nothing but pleasure remains. He feels so good, makes you feel so full and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in to tell him so.

“Love how you fill me up,” you breathe in his ear as he ruts a little faster, a little deeper into you. When his hands slide up your arms to hold you down to the bed, your cunt clenches and makes him moan wildly.

“So sweet for me,” he pants as he continues to fuck you. “So perfect.”

You keen at his praise and flex your hands under his grip, desperate to touch him. He, however, is still content to hold you down as he takes you with steady thrusts and watches you arch and writhe beneath him. Your moans are getting louder and more desperate with every drag of his cock and his claws bite into your wrists. His steady pace is slowly becoming more and more frantic, more and more sloppy as you continue to clench around him, making him cry out.

“Fuck, baby,” he keens, “that’s it. Don’t fucking stop.”

The spot he’s hitting as he fucks you with almost animalistic passion makes stars dance across your vision. You’re trying to focus on what he’s asked of you, but the ferocity of his thrusts is fucking all knowledge and sense out of your head. When you whine his name he slams his lips into yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing the sweet noises coming out of your mouth. He bites down on your lower lip, and your hips buck in a desperate attempt to bring him deeper within you. Relinquishing his grip on one of your wrists, he slides his hand down to where you are joined and swipes his thumb over your clit. You cry out against his mouth and he does it again, making tight circles around the swollen bud. 

“Swiss…Swiss please, I’m so close,” you moan. 

“I know you are,” he replies with a particularly deep thrust, “I can smell it,”

The knowledge that Swiss can anticipate your orgasm slides right off your brain when the moment washes over you. Your hips are bucking into his frantically as your back arches off the bed and you cry out. Swiss continues to fuck you with even more fervor, desperately chasing his end as your reach yours. You know you’re babbling incoherently at him - words of praise, words of damnation - but through the pleasure you can’t bring yourself to care. Your body feels electric, powerful as you reach your peak. The haze of hedonism slowly begins to wane, but Swiss is still pumping into you at a furious pace. When you lazily clench around him once, twice, thrice he spills inside you with a shout, hips continuing to move even after he has emptied himself. When he frees his grip on your hands, you flex your fingers before moving to cup his cheek. He pulls out of you to roll onto his back and you gasp, his seed sliding down your cunt to pool on the bed covers. A moment of silence reigns as you both catch your breath, chests heaving. Finally, you roll onto your side and scooch next to the multi-ghoul, resting your palm on his chest. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you in closer so that your exhales ghost against his neck.

“And how was your first time?” he asks, hand idly stroking your hair.

“Eh. Not bad, I guess.”

You smile at the pout and furrowed brow that graces his handsome features even as he pulls at your hair childishly.

“Take that back,” he growls, fist tightening in your locks.

“Okay, okay! You were divine, O Wondrous Ghoul. Stunning performance. Definitely leaving a good Yelp review.”

When he rolls his eyes and smiles, you grin sweetly up at him before placing a kiss on his jaw. 

“Thank you,” you say softly and more seriously.

“It was an honor,” he murmurs back. “You gave me a beautiful gift, sister.”

The two of you fall into a content silence and soon, the steady thump of his heartbeat sends you drifting off to sleep. Before your eyes shut, you smile at the thought you have.

He did make it up to you, in the end.

[kirisharkima]

I want to request Sasuke x reader modern relationship headcanons pls

A/N: just a warning, Sasuke is like my least favorite character, but I will try my best to make him seem attractive. Also, try to imagine university age for the majority of my modern fics. If you want more Sasuke (or any characters) headcanons, I will do them, just send an ask. 🥰

Let me just start off by saying that your friends do Not like him. They text you, begging and pleading you not to ask him out, saying it isn't worth it. He's just gonna break your heart, they say.

It's not that they don't find him attractive, because they do. Everyone does. It's just that he's known to have one of the most rotten personalities in the entire university.

He's a total loner, but somehow he's cool with all the groups. Naruto the quarterback defends him in every single fight he gets into. And Shikamaru is always there too for backup.

Come on, Y/N, literally any other guy. Shika? Naruto? Lee? Even that pretentious Neji would be a better choice. Hell, go after his brother Itachi if you're so persistent.

But you were infatuated.

You plan the day out to the minute. Starting with what you are going to wear which is particularly cute for a regular Tuesday. You know he'll be standing outside the science building waiting for Suigetsu to walk to the dorms. It was the only time you two would cross paths during the day.

When you confess to him, he's not surprised. It happens almost everyday that someone asks him out.

But this time it was you. His lab partner freshman year for biology. The girl that sat in front of him in chemistry lecture, typing notes on her old laptop.

The girl that could wear pink or blue or black and still look so pretty as she walked by.

You really expected him to reject you. To leave you sitting there on the bench disappointed, just like your friends warned.

"When do you want me to pick you up?"

"Oh um, how about 6?"

Needs for you to be fashionable at all times. He doesn't want to walk around with you in sweats and a hoodie everyday. You have to match his energy.

"Cool. I'll be waiting outside the dorm. Don't be late."

You're shocked, reasonably so. And he isn't blind to the giddy smile that grows on your lips just as he turns his back to walk away.

You were cute. He had to give you that.

One hundred percent buys you platform doc martens.

Will never let you pay for a date. Ever. He gets so angry when you go to pull out your card in front of a server. Like what? You think he's broke or something?

Also, gets super jealous if any guys talk to you. Is not afraid to threaten them or even beat their ass in the public. His dad is literally chief of police, he doesn't have to worry about the consequences.

Will have movie nights with you, but only movies he approves. He's extremely picky and won't sit through one that doesn't interest him.

Isn't the type to buy you flowers or chocolate. Thinks it's a waste of time. He can show you he loves you in other ways.

Walks you to class, and makes sure you get to your dorm every night safe and sound.

Will fight anyone for you. No questions asked. He hates everyone anyway.

Has definitely fought Naruto numerous times at 7-Eleven. It's where he likes to hang out and sulk when he's up at night. Naruto's just trying to get a slurpee.

He is surprising affectionate in public, but only to show dominance over other men. He thinks you are the most beautiful woman in the entire world and is not afraid to proudly claim you as his and his alone.

Does things like wraps his arm around your waist and kisses the side of your head.

Attempts to like the same music at you, or at least listen to it. Usually though, he would rather sit in silence than hear it.

Laughs at you when you are scared during horror movies but most definitely holds you closer. Is never scared, and if he is, he won't let you know.

He loves you, even if he doesn't show it all the time. He really, really loves you and would be damned to let you go.

[kirisharkima]

Patience | Tsukishima Kei

You'd been in public around people all day and Tsukishima had been secretly telling you how horny he was as the day was ending & he fucks you good when you get back home :)

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, x reader, fem-bodied reader, nipple play, soft dom!tsukishima, cervix fucking, mild dumbification themes, timeskip!tsukishima, praise receiving, orgasm denial

As soon as you both stepped into your bedroom you sit down on the end of your bed, hands eagerly resting on your thighs as you gaze up at your boyfriend. He’s slowly taking off his jacket by the bedroom door with a small smile on his lips, his back towards you. He hangs his jacket up and then finally walks over to stand in front of you, his head cocked to the side slightly with his arms crossed as he looks down at you, his gaze soft and heavy-lidded. So close that your knees press against his thighs, the print of his half-hard cock obvious against the fabric of his pants. He reaches down and holds your face in his hand. 

“You’ve been such a good girl waiting so patiently for me..” He hums, a roughness in his voice as he studies your pretty face, the pad of his thumb dragging along your lips carefully. You whimper as he presses his fingertips to your chest, his other hand snaking to your hip as he leans you back against the mattress. A small smirk turns up his lips upon the sweet noise that leaves you. He presses his palm to the mattress next to you, leaning over you. His right hand trails down your body and reaches under your skirt, hooking his long slender fingers under the fabric that covers your cunt that’s already soaked because of him- pulling them to the side. A pleased smile graces his lips as his fingers brush against your wet folds, already ready for him. He dips the tips of two of his long fingers inside of you, making you shudder. 

“Such a good girl..” He sighs, cheeks flushed as his cock grows. Whimpering beneath him from his touch, his eyes meet yours again as he pulls his fingers from your wet folds, bringing them up to your lips. 

With his eyes on your lips, “Open for me love” He slurs, the softness in his voice intoxicating. You open your mouth and he presses his fingers coated in your slick to your tongue. You close your lips around his fingers, tongue swirling and sucking them with his pleased eyes on you. 

“Fuck, that’s a good girl” He sighs, pulling his fingers from your mouth- his mind running slow and euphoric as he leans down to press his lips to your neck. Hot breath against your skin as the blonde sucks and licks your neck slowly, the moans that leave your lips send blood rushing to his heavy cock. His right hand reaches beneath your shirt, fingertips smoothing over your warm skin before his palm reaches your breast. His fingertips rush to feel your hard nipple that pokes out against your bra, his cock throbs upon the sensation as he pinches it between his two fingers softly, squeezing the rest of the soft flesh in his palm as a breathy groan leaves his lips and grazes your ear between his messy kisses. Your own soft sounds combine with the sound of him, your left hand in his pretty blonde hair while the other snakes under his shirt to grip his back. 

“Want me to fuck you dumb, baby?” He breathes against your neck between heated kisses. Your legs wrap around his, pulling him closer to you. You moan in response to him. Your hips begin to gently move without your control, desperately needing his cock against you. He feels your movement and snakes his hand down to your skirt, unzipping it and pulling it off of you.  

“Words please love.” He hums, distracted. He pulls away from your neck for a moment to pull your shirt over your head. You unlatch your bra and he takes it off for you, throwing it to the floor before rushing to press his lips to your now exposed soft skin, soft moans spilling from his lips like breathing. He pushes your breast into his mouth with a groan- his tongue swirling around your hard nipple. 

“Yes mm- fuck- yes kei.” You whimper beneath him as his left hand finds itself massaging your soft breast in his palm, his long fingers mindlessly playing with your hard nipple as you whimper helplessly under him, only making his dick ache harder for you. Your left hand snakes its way down his sensitive body until your palm meets his long aching cock that pokes unapologetically out against his pants- making the blonde expel a heated moan against your breast, squeezing your left one tighter in his palm- his hips involuntarily roll against your hand. His sweet mouth leaves your chest, roughly pressing his lips to yours. Your hand trails up to his belt buckle, weakly trying to undo it as your legs hook around his waist. He pushes his tongue into your mouth as his hips roll against yours, the friction of his aching dick against you driving him crazy. Small spurts of cum drool from his swollen achy slit as you suck his bottom lip- making him moan into your mouth. Your hands are gripping his back- the task of unbuckling his belt long forgotten about as his tongue swirls hotly around yours with his hips grinding his long cock against your wet cunt like it was getting him drunk. 

“Need my cock baby? Need it to make you dumb?” He breathes, his lips barely leaving yours for a second before he’s licking into you again. 

“Mmm- mhm..” You beg, your pathetic moans breathed into his mouth. 

“Fuck-“ He mewls, his left hand rushing to unbuckle his belt as you suck his tongue- your nails dig into his back desperately in response. You hear the jingle of his belt unclasp and his long fingers frantically unbutton his pants, roughly pulling them down along with your panties. His long cock is already coated with his milky cum- his long fingers wrap around it, sloppily spreading his slick up his long shaft as his groans spill out into your mouth. The fingers of his right hand dig into your hip, positioning you better for him as he pulls away from your swollen wet lips- pushing the head of his long cock passed your soaked folds with a relieved groan as he sinks into you. You gasp, shuttering upon the sudden fullness, raking your nails against his back and shoulders as he falls over you- forearms pinned to the bed on either side of your head as his hips rock against yours slow and deep- making a nonstop slew of desperate moans spill from your lips like breathing. His blonde hair falling against your forehead, his face contorted from the shockwave of the sudden pleasure of having your tight walls squeeze and massage his cock. Soft groans leave his lips as he steadies his pace, his left hand snaking down to your hip to hold you in place. 

“Fuck you feel so good y/n- shit-“ The blonde breaths against your ear, his hot skin glistening with sweat as his rhythm becomes consistent.

 “Kei- Oh F-fuck- Mm-Deeper-“ You whimper, craving the feeling of his cock head pounding against your limit. His chest heaves as the euphoria of his cock inside of you dims enough to snap him out of his trance- a smirk snakes itself onto his lips. His teeth nip at your earlobe, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he roughly slams his hips against yours, the swollen head of his cock hitting the spot that has you seeing stars. You cry out in response, eyes rolling back as your fingers grip his back harsher, nails raking down over his shoulders. Your walls tighten and contract around his aching dick. 

“Kei-“ You mewl breathily, already making you see stars. His smirk grows, pressing wet kisses to your hot neck. 

“Yeah? You sure you want me this deep?” He purrs teasingly, pounding his cock head against your sweet spot at an intoxicating pace- leaving you unable to form words. The only thing able to leave your swollen lips a string of lewd, pathetic moans and whimpers along with his name. 

“Aw.. is my pretty girl dumb now?” He breathes hotly into your ear, his right hand moving from your hip to press the pad of his thumb against your slick covered clit- making your back arch as a pathetic moan spills from your lips. 

“Kei- fuck- mm-“ You whimper, shockwaves flooding your senses as he rubs sloppy hearts against your clit- cock throbbing against your tight walls as he groans into your ear, his hot breath fanning out against your neck. Kei pulls his lips from your ear and slides his glasses off, reaching over to place them on your side table distractedly as he pushes his lips to yours roughly. You immediately moan into his mouth, his pace quickening as his hips slam against yours audibly. Cum drooling from his aching slit from within you as he groans into your mouth. 

“Taking me so fucking good baby- fuck-“ The blonde groans against your lips, saliva connecting the both of you at your tongues before he pushes his back into your mouth. Teeth clicking together as he sucks and licks your tongue hotly. His balls slap against your ass as he rails you faster, his rhythm calculated and selfish as you cry out moans into his mouth, tears starting to form in your eyes from the persistent overstimulation of his cock. The hearts he rubs messily against your clit pull your coil so tight it hurts. He feels as your kiss becomes messier and unruly against his lips, 

“Gonna cum baby?” He rasps against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours. You nod, your hand sliding from underneath his shirt to instead rest against his jawline, pushing his lips back against yours. 

“I love you.” You sob, the tears from your overstimulation drip down your cheeks as the blonde smiles against your lips. 

“Then hold on. I’m not done yet.” He commands- words spilling onto your lips in the form of a breathy groan. Your eyes roll back as he rails you harder all of a sudden, stars in your eyes as you feel your orgasm get closer and closer- whimpers leaving your lips pathetically. 

“Kei- I can’t- mm- too much- g’nna cum-“ You cry, tears running down your cheeks- his face is buried in your neck, teeth nipping at your sensitive skin. Your left hand tugs at his blonde hair. 

“Do your best for me. Just a little more- shit- mm-“ He groans, lips brushing against your ear. 

Cum drools down his aching cock and down your fluttering walls as his face contorts in pleasure. 

“Fuck- mm-“ He slurs, eyes rolling back as his movements against your clit become messier and faster, sending your back arching higher- crying out his name in response, pulling on his blonde hair. He picks up his pace as his own coil pulls so tight, spurts of cum drooling from his swollen slit and dripping from you as his own moans begin to spill from his lips just as much as yours do. The sounds of both of you mixing before he presses his lips to yours once more. He brushes your hair damp from sweat from off your face, raking his long fingers through it. 

“Want me to stuff you full baby? Stuff your tummy full of my cum?” He teases breathily, reaching the palm of his right hand to press against your lower tummy, feeling his cock inside of you. You whimper in response, making his lips turn up again- he’s fucked you so good you can’t even form words. 

“That’s my good pretty girl.” He slurs raggedly, his cock now so deep it pounds harshly against your cervix- your nails rake down his back weakly. 

“You wanna cum?” He teases, taking his left hand and wiping your tears with his thumb. Sweat glistens on his hot skin. 

“Mm-Mhm-mmph- please kei” You whimper, feeling like you might just burst from the overstimulation as you look into his heavy lidded eyes. He smirks weakly, 

“Then cum for me.” He rasps roughly, pressing his forehead to yours. He slams his hips against yours once again and your breathing hitches. Shockwaves pulse through your body as your back arches underneath him, eyes rolling back as your fingers dig into his shoulder, your right hand pulls on his blonde hair as your coil snaps, biting his shoulder. 

“Fuck- good fucking girl- mm-“ The blonde moans shakily, burying his face in your neck as he fucks you through your orgasm- your fluttering walls massaging his cock and sending stars in his eyes. 

“G’na fuck my cum into you baby- shit- mm-“  He groans, pace quickening and then suddenly staggering, moaning as his lips brush against your ear- eyes rolling back as his right hand grabs yours, pinning it to the bed harshly as his long fingers intertwine with yours. Ropes of cum shoot from his messy slit, coating your walls full. His seed dripping from your aching cunt and out onto the mattress as he shutters, his hips still slamming against yours as they shake- pace staggering to a far slower rhythm. A slew of groaned curses spill from his swollen lips and out hotly against the sensitive skin of your neck. His grip on your hand tightening as the other pulls at the strands of your hair his long fingers have threaded themselves in- chest heaving as moans leave his lips generously. Your other hand threads your fingers through his pretty blonde hair, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear- riding out his high just a minute after you. He sighs into your neck, the grip he has on your hand loosening as his hips still. 

“I love you too.” He breathes against your skin, lazily pressing a kiss to your neck as he groans. You smile, dazed as you feel him pepper more soft kisses against your skin- untangling his fingers from your hair to instead rest his hand against your face. “You did so good for me, love.” He coos, pressing a messy kiss to your upturned lips. He starts to pull away but your hands snake to his back, pushing him closer to you again. The blonde smirks, dazed. “What? You want me again?” He teases, lips brushing against your ear as he nips at your earlobe. You nod, the grip your legs have around his waist tightens once again as he feels blood rush to his cock again already. “Fuck you’re a good girl.” He teases, smile on his lips as he peppers your neck with wet kisses. 

[kirisharkima]

DECK OF CARDS.

Minors and ED blogs DNI. Ageless blogs will be blocked. Do not repost or recommend my work anywhere.

Synopsis. Nanami Kento is your classic family man. Neighbourhood barbecues, getaway trips with the wife and kids, a 9-5 job as a forensic pathologist. Only he’s desperate for a catalytic change in his mediocre life - that’s when he comes across an ambitious student, and his desires begin to threaten everything he had worked so hard to build.

Genre. NSFW, alternative universe.

WC. 9.6k

Warnings. DUBCON, infidelity, teacher-student dynamic, university AU, significant age gap, table/office sex, doggy, oral (male and female receiving), overstimulation, exhibition, biting (hickeys), spitting, hair pulling, spanking, unprotected/rough sex, choking, deep throating.

MASTERLIST

Marriage is never a fifty-fifty arrangement.

It always starts off with someone falling in love first, gets hurt first. Only one would ensure that the ship stays afloat while their significant other merely tags along for the ride. The idea of waiting for your person to enter your life is a paradox - people eventually get sick of waiting, and choose to take a chance on the next best option. To be fully seen and loved by someone, almost seems like a human offering, or perhaps a job proposition. Your position would consist of giving your absolute all — your time, your commitment, your youth. But there is no guarantee you’ll receive anything back. No promises that you get a refund of anything you chose to give away. And you don’t get to plan a safety net in advance either. You are completely unprepared for whatever outcome fate has in store for you.

Who would sign up to such a thing?

Marriage doesn’t have a single definition. It is a constellation of interpretations depending on who is involved. Some view it as the most natural state of man, some see it as an institution enforced by the societal norms. Either way, you’ll each try to squeeze yourselves smaller and smaller to fit inside the hopes, dreams and expectations of the other. Until one of you irrevocably falls apart.

Nanami Kento has it all; supportive wife, two fantastic children, a two story house with a mortgage fully paid out, and a flexible teaching job with a stable income. The classic, suburban family man hosts neighbourhood barbecues on weekends, cycles marathons for charity events, rents out a ski resort for his family over the Christmas holiday. He is happy. Content.

His wife had stuck by him every step of the way; ever since he was an undergrad with a waitering job that barely covered the bills and up until he qualified to become one of the top forensic pathologists in the country. He comes back from work every night to a clean home, a warm meal. Children already tucked in bed. Discipline was never an issue when it came to raising them — they were always obedient and had their nose in their textbooks. His job on the other hand? Tolerable colleagues, decent pay and preferred working hours. What else could he possibly ask for?

Nanami Kento is a happy man.

At least that’s what he tries to convince himself.

It was the same routine with every passing day. Get up, kill the alarm, shower, breakfast, drop off the kids at school, get to work, pick up the kids from school to drive them home, then back to work again before finally punching out and heading home to the lights off with everyone already asleep. His usual dinner covered in aluminium foil on the kitchen island with the same yellow sticky note his wife left him. “Hope you had a good day. I love you.”

I did have a good day, he tell himself. Almost offended at the insinuation that he might not have actually had one. In fact, it was a great day, he reassures. Fantastic, even.

The reality lies with the fact that Nanami is absolutely, and without a doubt, miserable. Ironically, there wasn’t a catalyst that had tipped their marital life — one that cannot be measured in black and white terms — into irreparable dysfunction. But coming to terms with what his future would consist of when she slid the pregnancy test results towards him was the moment bile rose towards his throat, and he could still taste the bitterness in his dry mouth to this day.

I love my kids. I love my wife. Nanami chants to himself like a mantra every morning as he blankly stares at himself in the bathroom mirror. A father at the age of 22 when he can barely stand on one leg? A wedding date planned before his graduation day? He married her because of his guilty conscious. She married him because she was blindly in love. Both would eventually end up disappointed.

And he tries. Nanami tries so fucking hard to accept it all with grace. He tries not to flinch when his wife reaches behind him in the bathroom, arms wrapped around him and face against his back. He fights the overwhelming urge to wipe the traces of her lips off his neck when she plants a gentle kiss. He can feel the pressure building up in his abdomen and traveling up to his chest — holding his throat closed like a vice. His skin prickles. But he only gulps and smiles tiredly back, “Good morning.”

“Morning,” She hums lovingly, “I got the kids ready. They’re having breakfast.”

He stares at her from the reflection of the mirror, hands gripping each side of the sink. He hopes she doesn’t notice how white his knuckles have turned. “Thank you. I’ll be downstairs in a minute.”

Emotional indifference is not a marker for superiority, yet it is the opposite of love. It co-exists within him in a tenuous equilibrium. When she leaves the room, calmness spreads within him at ease. He’s no longer drowning in the surrounding air and breathes with steadiness.

Like a record player, slowly yet repetitively, whirring back to life, he looks back in the mirror, exhales and repeats: I love my kids, I love my wife.

“Ethical dilemmas associated with subjective assessment are susceptible to bias on the part of a forensic scientist in a court of law.” You explain firmly. Public speaking was never an obstacle for you. If anything, you fed off the attention of every single person in the seminar room. Not in a narcissistic way of course, those type of attention spans are short lived and futile. But you loved being seen.

“Context clues, context clues..” Someone mutters tediously under their breath. You don’t allow the unsolicited commentary to interrupt your train of thought. It was a class of discussion after all. Stubbornly, you continue without paying any mind to the person. Like a pile driver, hit the point once, then come back and hit it again. “The presentation of a biased testimony is inherently linked to the interpretation of hand written analysis, trace evidence and comparison stages.”

“Inherently.. that’s debatable.” Someone else attempts to argue. Instinctively, your head snaps towards the guy on the front row. Nanami, who was seated on the opposite side of the room in order to open up the floor for you, doesn’t acknowledge the student. He kept his irises fixated on you as you stood in the middle of the seminar room. Your back remains straight, posture unyielding.

“Rearranging facts with the intent to deceive is merely a stepping stone to what I’ve mentioned. It’s biased because it can be used to impeach a witness’s credibility.” You asserted. “I’m not trying to persuade here.”

It was enough to shut them up, and you tried not to smirk in victory as you finished up your presentation. Without a doubt, you were the most hated person in the room. And conceitedly enough, you can’t help but believe it was out of envy. You were competitive, focused and driven. Wasting your time valuing emotional reasoning over logic wasn’t your forte. After all, it was those traits that made you the top of your class consecutively.

As each student shuffles their way out of the seminar room, you grab your bag and walk towards Nanami as he packs up his own belongings. “Well done, miss [Last Name].” He states dryly, his eyes barely meeting yours as he hands you a piece of paper. “Here’s your feedback sheet.”

“Thank you.” You reply as you shift from one feet to the other. You could’ve sworn he nearly sighed out of habit in response to your question, “Hey, teach. Do you have a minute?”

He didn’t like you. He really didn’t like you.

You never understood why Nanami was so indifferent towards you. Teaching was only a side job for him so you’ve only been seeing him twice a week for the past three years. All of your professors appreciated the effort you put into their classes, although you were described as “cut throat” by your peers in relation to your studies, you didn’t display active egocentrism. You were smart, and deservingly so, the teaching staff acknowledged it.

Everyone except for Nanami.

For reasons unknown to you, you never appeased to him. He was always unimpressed by your work and gave you a measly “Well done” after every assignment, test or presentation. Perhaps that’s why you’ve always dedicated 120% in his classes, you’ve held him in a high regard and hoped to work with someone of his stature and experience in the future. Inexplicably, he chooses to not recognise your enthusiasm and commitment towards his class.

“I know you said you don’t like us going off the tangent but I was doing some research the other day? For my work placement? And I came across a study of yours.” He only stares blankly, his back against his desk and arms folded over his chest disinterestedly as you pull out a folder from your bag.

“I wrote an analysis report and was hoping you could read over it? I could use some constructive criticism.” You continued confidently, yet you still found yourself subconsciously shrinking under his gaze as he looked down on you with pursed lips. “So to clarify, you don’t have any questions about today’s seminar?” His voice is monotone, flat. Ignoring the dejection in your chest and lungs, you confusingly ask, “No? I thought it was pretty straightforward.” It wasn’t the first time you attempt to persuade your teacher for additional work, but it would be the first time he outright rejects your request.

“Yet you still bring me work that’s not even part of the the curriculum.”

“You haven’t even read it yet.” You argue back with furrowed eyebrows, “It’s relevant to post-mortem changes and the evaluation of fractures. You specialise in forensic osteology, no?” Admittedly, you had him in a box here. Nanami didn’t like your persistence, how incredibly insistent you can be. And as much as he hates to confess, your persona is an accurate reflection of what he used to be; an ambitious yet vibrant student with so much.. life and cultivated curiosity.

“Let me stop you right there.” He interrupts firmly. He stands upright, adjusts his Tag Heur watch, and decides to set things straight for once. “You’re still an undergrad. Your only job is to pass my module and make sure you submit your portfolio on time. I don’t want you wasting your time on extracurriculars that I never assigned from the first place.”

His words were harsh, and burns worst than the cold that arrives in sheets of ice. Yet Nanami ignores the way your face drops at his statement. It was out of character for him. Normally, he’d only express his disinterest by highlighting his busy schedule or suggesting a different staff member. But today of all days, he was saying no to you.

With one final word, he turns on his heel and leaves you dumbfounded in the seminar room. “If you have any questions that are outside the scope of my teaching, there’s a TA for that.”

It was Friday night.

Nanami loathed Fridays.

It was the day his kids would sleep over at their grandparents’ for the weekend. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his children (like any father would). Their unattended toys fill the home with desolate silence, and he finds himself missing their presence. But the real reason why he holds such great abhorrence against this particular day, is because his wife takes advantage it.

Usually, Nanami would use work as an excuse to stay out as late as he could. Papers to mark, sudden on-calls, etcetera, etcetera. But on a Friday, he has no choice but to sit and tolerate his wife’s pitiful attempts to get him to have sex with her.

As the clock strikes ten at night, he sat on the edge of his bed, wiping his reading glasses. He feels his wife’s footsteps closer as she walks out of the bathroom and towards him from behind. He tries to ignore her presence, keeping his gaze fixed on the glasses in his lap. He was never a believer, but if there was a God somewhere, he prayed that she would just go to bed. That she wouldn’t hold him from behind with her arms around his frame and lips against his ear, hand reaching towards his trousers. He was never forced into anything he didn’t want to, but for the sake of maintaining peace within this house, he does it anyway.

Well clearly, Nanami was right to believe that there wasn’t any entity in the sky listening to him. Because that’s what she does anyway.

“Kids are at my mum’s tonight.” Her words are drawn out, sultry. Nanami chuckles in response, his hand reaching to the arm she has around his neck. His thumb brushes against her skin. He tries to tolerate it, but when her teeth begin to tug at his earlobe, something snapped within him. “I’m sorry, maybe not tonight.”

In an instant, Nanami rises from the bed. He hears her plop back into the mattress as he reaches for a change of clothes. He adjusts his glasses, shrugs off her touch, breaks her heart. Surprisingly, the hurtful look written all over his wife’s visage was a sharp stab to Nanami’s conscious. “What is going on with you lately?” She sputters brokenly with a shake of her head, her arms to her sides almost defeatedly. “Seriously. You barely talk to me o-or kiss me anymore. I don’t understand.”

Nanami’s wife still can’t fathom what made their marriage a case of domestic estrangement. She wasn’t impervious to the social pressures that made most women settle down to play housewife. She did everything she was supposed to do; keep the house clean, look after the kids, make sure everyone’s fed at all times, please your husband at all times. But nothing ever seemed to suffice. And she had already come to terms with the fact that she always has, and will always be, under appreciated in this house.

In a beat, she asks one question that’s been plaguing her mind for the past three years. “Is there someone else?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Nanami almost scoffs immediately, disputing the question without reluctance as he puts his coat on. “Then why don’t you love me anymore?” She asks tearfully. Her voice trembles, and Nanami hates it when she tries to cry her way into his head. It never works of course, and it always ends with him saying what she wants to hear. But for once, Nanami refuses to feed into her delusions, and almost bites his tongue from telling her to start acting like an adult for a change.

She wants to ask him where he’s going at this time of the night, but she knows the answer to it anyway. “You know one day..” Nanami stops in front of their bedroom door, his hand over the knob. He peers at her over his shoulder. He’s unable to read her expression, but her eyes were undeniably empty. “The kids will grow up and go off to college. They’ll have their own lives at some point.” She utters slowly, seemingly meticulous over her choice of words. Her mouth stretches in mourning, her smile barely reaches her eyes before she forlornly says, “And I’ll still be stuck with a man who would rather sleep on his office floor than touch me.”

Silence has an actual sound. It’s the sound of disappearance. The sound of all the love and memories in the air fading into nothingness – an endless void that leaves no traces or history of its existence behind.

It’s the type of silence that fell in the room when Nanami left.

The university’s janitor recognises Nanami from a mile away. If anything, he had predicted the thirty-eight year old to stop by this weekend at some point. He was accustomed to the pathologist’s sudden endeavours ever since he got appointed as a part-time teacher at the university. He keeps it a secret. Not out of particular likeness for the man, but sadistically enough, because he finds it comical that a man as composed and collected as Nanami, can barely keep the instability of his home at bay.

“Oh look, it’s a full house today!” The janitor exclaims sarcastically as Nanami walks past him. He stops in his tracks at his words. The blond quirks his eyebrow, “What are you talking about?”

The man only snickers in return, “You’re not the only one that runs away from home on weekends.”

Nanami doesn’t question him any further. With a confused expression, he slowly walks away from him, ignoring the way he childishly stifles his laughter. The janitor was the only person who knew about Nanami’s late night escapes to his office, and he had hoped it wasn’t another staff member or even a student still lurking around on campus on a Friday night, no less.

Just as he’s about to turn a corner and reach his office, he stops in front of a lecture hall that had the lights only slightly dimmed. Out of pure curiosity, he sneaks a peek through the glass embedded on the door to see who else might have shared the same getaway idea as him.

And ironically enough, it couldn’t have been anyone else besides his least favourite student.

You don’t notice him. And Nanami thinks he should just ignore you, pretend that you were never here from the first place. But his interests gets the best of him, and he finds himself entering the lecture hall without a second thought.

“Miss [Last Name]?” Your head snaps towards the door, a highlighter cap in your mouth. The luminosity of your perched up laptop is bright against your visage, papers splattered all around you as you sat on the floor cross legged. With widened eyes, you slowly take the cap out of your mouth, blinking twice at the man in front of you. “Oh. Hey teach.”

“What are you doing here?” Nanami takes two front steps, the door behind him slamming shut once he removes his frame out of the way. He adjusts his coat in his hand, eyes skimming your surroundings. “Could ask you the same thing.” You mutter as a matter of fact. You were still bitter at the way he spoke to you early this week, but you chose to set your feelings aside. “Promise you won’t rat me out?”

He only tilts his head, urging you to continue before you sigh out in defeat. “I bribed the janitor for a spare key.”

Nanami doesn’t judge. He doesn’t give you a look of disappointment and attempts to lecture you on your professional responsibility as a student. Because to be quite frank, he’s done that too. You prepare yourself for a scolding, but instead he only takes a look around the lecture hall before his eyes land on your frame on the floor once again, “Campus library closed?”

Gulping, you shift in your place due to the intensity of his gaze. “It’s too close to the student union” You shrugged. “They’re very generous with their night events. And my neighbours aren’t exactly the quiet bunch.” Taking note of the look he was giving you, he seemed to be waiting for further elaboration. “I find it better to focus here.” You deadpanned, before arching an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I left something in my office.” He answers without any delay or hesitation. His body stiffens. You suspect the way he had instinctively reacted towards your question, but you pay no heed to it. “Oh, okay.” you nod slowly before diverging your eyes back to the papers laid out in front of you. “Good night then.”

You don’t look up again, but you can still feel his heavy presence. Without a word, he gives you his back to walk away, before stopping at the door again. “You still have that analysis report you wanted me to go over?”

Instantaneously, your head snaps up towards him, eyes gleaming. “You wanna read it?” You don’t realise how high pitched your voice has gotten from the eagerness. “Now?”

“I can spare 5 minutes.” Nanami plainly states, before walking out of the lecture hall. You quickly scramble to your feet, shuffling through your bag for the report that you refused to acknowledge its existence ever since your role model had rejected it with absolute no regard towards your feelings. Yet all in all, you still sought out his approval just as much as you used to.

So when you follow him into his office and the door clicks behind you shut, you couldn’t realistically control the erratic beating in your chest. Nanami doesn’t turn on the lights, he only flicks the desk lamp on the table before lazily plopping himself on the chair. When you seat yourself across him, you only then notice the white strands in his hair and how all the fatigue went to his droopy eyes, the tiny blood vessels littering the whites of them were as prominent as they could be.

He scratches the light stubble prickled across his jaw before meeting your eyes. He reaches towards you from across the table, one palm open. “Alright, lemme see it.”

When you pass the file to him, you allow your wandering eyes to scan his office. You hear him turn a page of your report, but you can’t help and take note of his wedding picture on the wall, before landing on the pillows and blankets lying messily across the brown leather couch. How ironic, you thought. The dark circles significantly marked under his eyes were no doubt from all the sleepless nights he must’ve spent in this very office.

“You.. put some thought into this.” Nanami lowly states. He sighs out wearily, closing the file shut. “How long have you been working on it?”

“A while.” You shrug aimlessly at him, you knew for a fact that he was about to give you another half-assed feedback like all the other times, that he would just dismiss your efforts with a curt “good job.” at any minute. But he doesn’t.

“You deserve an apology.” Nanami says as he leans back into his chair. “Don’t hesitate to reach out if you want me to review any of your works. I’d be happy to help.” You can only momentarily blink at him. Your face is neutral, yet you’re still taken back by the sudden attempt to make amends. Nanami’s expression doesn’t change. His gaze is still firmly intense.

“Thought that was the TA’s job?”

He only chuckles dryly, his hand fiddling with the pen on the table. Clearing your throat, you lean forward with a small smile. “Teach, no bullshit?” Nanami only smirks, and gestures for you to continue. “What’s with the change of heart?” You’ve put all cards on the table, and Nanami doesn’t get to bluff this time. “You barely acknowledge me in class, and every time I ask for extracurriculars you shut me down. I don’t get you.”

His eyes generously scan your face, taking his time to formulate a response. He smacks his lips and says, “You’re a shark.”

With an arched eyebrow, you opt for silence to hear his explanation. “You’re ambitious. You never make a mistake. Unlike the rest of your peers who I have to set up one-on-one meetings with because chasing their own tails became second nature to them.” He continues, before leaning forward, almost drilling the words in your head. “Me not paying attention to you is the biggest compliment you can get from me.”

Bingo. The little rise against the corner of your mouth was more apparent with every passing second. “You think I’m smart?”

“Very.“

“How smart?”

“Fishing for compliments?” Nanami teases. You’re quick to notice the way his eyes travel up and down your frame, the way his tongue pokes out momentarily to wet his lips. “No,” You deny with a small smirk, your hand travels to the necklace laid on your chest, fiddling with the chain agonisingly slow. “But I wonder if you think I’m bright enough.”

“Perhaps..” You continue, “Enough for me to know you didn’t bring me to this room just to read my report?”

Most people find comfort in silence — the kind of empty noise that doesn’t ripple. But this, it was full of tautness, excitement, uncertainty. Minuscule flares of tension were filling the air with the things you two weren’t addressing. Nanami’s expression remains the same, and although he tries to act dumbfounded, his tone deceives him greatly. “Pardon?”

“Oh, please.” You roll your eyes playfully, “We’re adults. Let’s not act coy.” Boldly, you rise up from your seat, taking your time walking around the table as you make your way towards him. He turns in his chair to face you, back still slouched against his seat. He was manspread lazily, and you nearly took it as an invitation to sit on his lap right then and there. “What are you doing?” He questions you silently, voice unmodulated. He’s a terrible actor, you think.

“I know why you brought me here. Do you?” You tilt your head, your knee brushes against his ever so slightly. You were dissatisfied by the way his hands remained on his sides and not on your hips. Touch me, feel me.

“I’ll tell you why,” You dampen your lips as you lean forward, using the arm rests of his chair for support. Nanami’s not phased by the close proximity, he doesn’t let his eyes wander towards your chest when you give him a generous view of how your bralette cups your breasts as it peaks through your v-neck. His gaze is hard, imperishable and firmly fixed on your face. It made you promise yourself that you were gonna break him tonight. “Because you’re a sick man. A sick, old man.”

Nanami’s face falters immediately at your words.

“You brought me all the way here because you wanted to get me alone with you, so you can do whatever you want with me.” You elaborate. He can’t rebuff you, because you were absolutely right. And he tries to backtrack from it. His knitted eyebrows form a crease on his forehead. “Get out. I mean it.”

“I thought we said no bullshit, teach.” You smile arrogantly. You reach towards his collar, adjusting the material before your hand travels down his chest, teasingly playing with the buttons of his shirt. “You don’t really want me to leave.”

He doesn’t. But he also doesn’t like being cornered, much less by a subordinate of his. “You can deny it as much as you want. But the truth is..” You trail off, before jerking your head towards his wedding picture. “You wouldn’t even remember what she is to you after you’re done with me.”

No matter what happens tonight, Nanami will still mindlessly linger around the edge. After being wrapped up in a life that he never wished for himself, the only true power he can achieve for himself is taking the bull by the horns by being in control for once, solely because it makes the helplessness seem more palatable. But eventually, the wind would blow him one way or another. He wasn’t numb because you could see right through his facade and understood his intentions before you even stepped foot into his office, not because you’re giving the impression that you would file a complaint about him to the educational board and get him fired, but because you were in control of the situation. And he didn’t like that one bit.

You take his silence as an opportunity to swing a leg over his lap and seat yourself comfortably like you previously wanted to. His breath hitches in his throat, jaw clenched. He doesn’t push you off, he doesn’t touch you at all for that matter. “I have needs. And when I don’t get fucked, I’m not happy.” You confess with a small pout as you look at him through your lashes. Your lips brush against his, his hot breath mingling with yours. You casually shrug at him, “And if you don’t step up, I’ll just have to find another man who’ll do your job for you.”

“Another man will—“ You pause to longingly sigh out. “Touch me, and kiss me and have his way with me.” It felt like you were in a confession — preparing for an exhortation to repentance. “But I don’t want another man, I want you.”

The ticking clock was the only audible sound when you finished. The air between you two felt heavy and tense. You’ve spilled out all your truths without any reluctance, the ball was in his court now. But Nanami only says three words, “This is wrong.”

Pure vexation and annoyance was visible all over your countenance due to his response. The tone of your voice, once sultry and soft, had a sudden shift as you got up from his lap in irritation. “Don’t waste my time then.” You scoff as you adjust your blouse. “You don’t wanna be man enough to own up to your shit, then so be it. I have a vibrator at home with bigger balls than you do.”

What a waste, you think as you turn on your heel to walk away. A calloused hand suddenly grabs your forearm, your ears perking up to the sound of the chair being pushed back against the wall when Nanami pulls you against him angrily. You snap your head towards him, his face was contorted with visible animosity. His glare hardens, “You don’t talk to me like that.”

“No?“ You challenge him, yet you make no effort to pull away from his touch. “No.” Nanami snarls, his jaw tense. “I don’t know what the hell you were thinking, but for your sake I hope this was some sick joke on your end. Otherwise you can forget ever stepping foot on this campus again, let alone having a career after this.” You nearly bursted out laughing in his face, finding it difficult to take him seriously. He tried to play a game of cat and mouse — he thought you were vulnerable enough for him to use and get off on. But once the tables have turned, it’s suddenly game over?

“Is this a threat?“

“You’re my student.” He emphasises, “What did you think was gonna happen? That I was just gonna let you throw yourself at me like this?” Nanami grits his teeth as he yanks you closer, the carnal desire painted all over his face overwhelmed the palpable tension of the room. “Don’t you have a single care in the world?”

Your eyes shamelessly wander to his lips again. You don’t address his statement, or his sudden acquisition of a moral code to keep you from seeing the animalistic side of him. You only point out his hypocrisy by inching closer to him before whispering provokingly, “Why’d you lock the door then?”

He’s speechless. Nanami was never one to consider himself a hot-head, but he found himself getting even more antagonised by the second, evidently enough from the way his grip tightens. “Fuck me.” You flatly tell him. “Bend me over this table and fuck me. Otherwise let go of my arm.”

Like any other negotiator, Nanami was playing a dangerous game with the stacked deck of cards he’s been dealt with. One second. One second was enough to make a decision that would alter the trajectory of his life. Regardless of whether he chooses to bluff about his hand, either he wins with the king, or lives on a joker.

And with that, he threw the dice.

The space between you two explodes when he slams his lips against yours. He doesn’t give you a chance to breathe, doesn’t have the courtesy to give you a second to register what was going on. He had already pulled you closer with one hand at the back of your head and the other on your lower back. You could smell the lingering Tom Ford perfume on his clothes and the aftershave on his face from this morning, and then his tongue was in your mouth. There was no sophisticated harmony with the way he was kissing you; it was fast, angry, hot and heavy as you moan into each other’s gaping maws.

Your hands are on autopilot as they travel to his scalp to grab a fistful of his hair, remembering all the times you’ve dreamed about doing it. About how he’d bend you over this very table, skirt flipped over as he makes you his from behind. Nanami kisses you like he wants to devour you alive, ruin you beyond repair. Every stroke of his hot tongue against yours began to tug at an unknown innervation in your belly.

There were heavy groans and nails scraping against skin. There were cool hands slithering to your ass, squeezing the flesh before moving back up and grasping your face. When you yank on his shirt and let the buttons fly off as they bounce off the wooden floor, he lets you. And when you feel up the soft hairs littering his chest and the muscle built underneath his abdomen, he lets you again. His self-control is entirely lost to your curious hands. He kisses you deeper, sinks his teeth into your bottom lip before slipping his tongue to taste you again.

Nanami turns you around so your back’s against the edge of the table, his hips pinning you against the wooden material. You take the liberty to sit on the edge of it as you claw at each other; desperately feeling up each other’s bodies and messily kissing, uncontrollable moans making the situation altogether more perverse. “Take this off.” He mutters against your mouth as he helps you remove your shirt. He doesn’t hesitate when he frees your breasts from the restraints of your bralette, and surely doesn’t care where he disregarded the material somewhere on the floor. Because he had already drawn one of your nipples into his mouth, hand gripping the other as he licked and sucked before leaving a hungry bite that has you tugging at his locks. Your head’s thrown back, eyes fluttered shut with your mouth ajar. Your legs shamelessly spread open, and Nanami takes this as an invitation to lean you further back, no doubt you feel his cock hardening as it strained through his trousers.

His mouth only momentarily leaves your chest before it begins to trail hurried kisses up towards your neck and mouth. He gives the skin on the side of your neck a perverted lick before pressing his lips against yours again. You breathlessly laugh into the kiss when he begins to frantically unbuckle his belt. “I heard people say I look prettier with my mouth full.” You murmur as you help him unzip his trousers before it pooled at the bottom of his feet. “Wanna see?”

“God, yes.” Nanami breathes out, before pushing you further down, your back flat against the table this time. “But I wanna taste you first.”

When he tugs your trousers and underwear down your legs, he’s quick to push your knees against your chest for a greater view. With him on his knees and his mouth on you, his tongue is warm and slick as it drags itself upwards right from your orifice to your throbbing clit. You’re whining underneath his touch, teeth sunk into your bottom lip to keep your erotic sounds to a minimum. It was a futile attempt anyway, because when Nanami’s lips wrap themselves around your clit and give it a small suck, your moans only get louder. His licks don’t have a fixed pattern — it ranges from slow and teasing to hard and long, taking turns with his lips as it presses sloppy kisses all over your weeping cunt. When you shoots his hot tongue inside of you, you were writhing against his mouth.

“Oh, fuck. Do that again.” You moan out as you throw your head back, the most parching thirst ran through you, making you cry out for more. His mouth is merciless; spitting on your sex before trilling his tongue against your clit in a way that has your thighs quivering. Your toes curl in anticipation, belly coiling into knots as you struggle to breathe through the myriad of gasps leaving your swollen mouth. “R-Right there. Shit.”

Amongst the lewd sounds of your moans and the relentless lapping of his tongue, you can hear him fumble with his boxers as he pulls it down to his ankles. Nanami takes his throbbing cock out with one hand, the other still forming a vice grip on your leg. He keeps his head between the crux of your thighs, only momentarily removing his mouth from you to use the wetness and spit collected as a lubricant for his dick. He shamelessly fists himself as he eats you up, groaning into your cunt in never-ending satisfaction.

You shake in his hold, legs quaking before you tense up, and when your orgasm washes all over you, your body unwinds from the sudden surge of euphoria. His languid licks cease in tempo, his tongue flat against his chin as he laps up your release ravenously. “C’mere.” You tell him breathlessly as he rises up from his knees. You immediately pull him to your lips as you sit up, tasting yourself on his tongue. It was crude, erotic, perverted. How you can barely keep your hands off each other for a millisecond without your lips locking again in despair and want. But, it was the knock against the door that snapped you both from your prurient daze and back to reality.

The gasp of surprise that leaves your mouth was barely audible. Both of your heads snapped towards the door, eyes as wide as a deer in headlights . When you look back at Nanami, his gaze is still fixed on the door. He’s visibly tense; chest heaving and mouth parted. His blond locks a discernible mess from all the tugging and pulling you’ve been doing when he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

“Hey, man.” A male voice called out, it was no other than the university's janitor behind the door. He’s still here? You think. “Have you seen that girl around? I need my keys back.”

Mischievously, you smirk as you whisper to Nanami, “Tell him.” Your teeth nibble on his earlobe before brushing it with a small lick. “Tell him how good I taste.”

Out of trepidation of being caught, Nanami slaps his calloused hand over your mouth almost immediately, “Shh.” But you were too absorbed in his spit slicken lips to prioritise your newfound secrecy. Nanami looks back at the door again before clearing his throat, “No, I didn’t. Sorry.”

Although you can still feel the janitor’s presence outside the door, you were clearly out to cause trouble. Because your hand reaches towards Nanami’s cock, your fingertips teasing the head before you started moving your hand up and down with a minimal amount of pressure. Nanami’s breath hitches in his throat, he presses his hand against your mouth even harder, an unspoken emphasis for you to cut it out. A look of warning glazed over his face, yet you only blink innocently at him.

“Alright.” The janitor sighs out, his footsteps fading out into the distance. When Nanami removes his hand, you stifle a laugh at the encounter. He doesn’t find the situation comical at all, if anything, he thought you were careless for the stunt you just pulled. “Are you insane?” He hisses at you. You don’t answer him, instead your feet goes up to his stomach, gently pushing him back before spreading your legs again for him. “Don’t keep me waiting, teach. You know how impatient I can get.”

He’s not entertained by the slightest, and the austere look he gives you is enough to let you know about the predicament you just got yourself into. With one swift motion, Nanami yanks you down the table from your ankles, you grip on his shoulders for support as you stand on your feet with a yelp of surprise, but he doesn’t give you any time to gain your balance before he’s already turned you around and bent you over the table, exactly how you wanted him to. “You wanna get fucked?” Nanami seethes, his hand grips your hair from behind, yanking on the follicles from your scalp as he forces you to crane your neck up. “Is that it?“

As he adjusts himself from behind you, you can feel his wet cock glide between your legs. “The world doesn't need an asshole like me. So why can't I just do whatever the hell I want to you?" Nanami mutters impatiently, the head of his dick nudging your entrance.

“Baby—“

“Be quiet.” He snaps with callous disregard for your feelings. He pushes his cock past the ring of muscle surrounding your entrance without any preambles, stopping halfway through to let out a loud moan. ”O-Oh, God.” He lets go of your hair, your right cheek now against the table. His hand comes down to slap your ass and you mewl at the action. Desperate for more, he grabs your hips with such strength you were sure it would leave purple splotches on your skin, ones that you would have to deal with in the morning. He pulls your ass closer to his cock; he’s fully inside you now, his balls pressed firmly against your butt before pulling out and slamming back in. Hard.

His low, gluttonic grunts are on repeat as he relentlessly fucks you from behind. Everything on the table is shaking; the pencil holders, his name plate, the desk lamp near your head. The sloshing sounds of his dick delving in and out of your wetness rings in your ears, his balls slapping against your sex. You were clinging onto the table for dear life as your nails scrap against the material, your sobs of pleasure increasing with every thrust. “You’re getting louder.” Nanami points out with shallow breaths, before slowing his momentum to lean down to your level. You feel his fingers reach for your pulsating clit, swirling his digits around the nub. His lips brush against your ear, “You want him to know how good I make you feel?” He’s referring to the janitor. You didn’t like the power dynamic he was displaying, how the moment he had you bent over in full submittion to him, he was giving you a taste of your own medicine.

Humiliated, that’s how you felt. You turn your head away from him to look in the opposite direction in an attempt to quell your sounds. But Nanami only chuckles at your poor attempt to preserve any silly notions of decency left. “Don’t hide from me now.” He mocks, his cock stills inside of you. “Answer me.”

Conscious breathing was your only anchor at this point — Nanami’s words and touch had such a profound effect on your body your natural senses had shut down and your lungs found it difficult to do the only job required of them. “Or don’t.” Nanami says with a small chuckle in response to your wordless whimpering. “I can just—“ He stops to straighten his back, “—Fuck it right out of you.”

Every jolting thrust followed by his rueful promise had you squirming beyond belief. You wanted to be hard headed, to keep your desperate sounds contained. Albeit, broken moans eventually escape the confines of your trembling lips at the pace and robustness of his pounding. One torturous fraction of a time, his cock’s embraced by the soft folds of your cunt, before he pulls out to the tip and pushes his inches all the way back in with one swift motion. As if the arousal coating his manhood and pubic hair wasn’t enough, Nanami spits right at where you two are connected, letting out a quiet “fuck” at the sight before resuming to his harsh thrusts.

Pleasure and pain was ricocheting throughout your nerves. Your knees were trembling, face as dried as a prune from all the tears you were shedding as you hiccup on choked whines. “I-It hurts.” You cry out indistinctly, “It hurts so good.”

“Yeah? You like that?” Nanami pants from behind you, before stopping to grab your right leg. He bends it slightly before hefting it up on the edge of the table. His hand remains on your knee, keeping it in place. The position was uncomfortable, given how your right knee was now in line with your core and had you stretched wide open for him. But Nanami doesn’t take your comfort as a concern for the slightest, he grabs your bum with his other hand, gripping the flesh of it before landing another hard smack that left you sore. The silky slither of every frenzied glide after that was even worse, the head of his glans was reaching a deeper crevice this time. His firm, yet heavy gonads slapping against your skin with every shallow thrust. He stops every now and then to pull on your hair or slap your ass whenever he felt like it, and you let him do it anyway.

Just when you thought he couldn’t get any crueler than that, he grabs your neck. You wheeze as he presses on the sides of your oesophagus with minimal pressure, before shoving two of his fingers into your gaping mouth. “That’s it.” Nanami says sadistically as you splutter your own saliva all over his digits, “Gag all over it.”

You were throbbing and clenching down on him as you thrash underneath his hold. When his wet fingers find their way towards your engorged clit again, you could’ve sworn you were on the edge of losing your self-composition altogether. Your weak Please’s merely feel on deaf ears as Nanami fucked you into oblivion. “I-I’m gonna cum.” You cry out. He pants and heaves from behind you, his fingers don’t stop rubbing circles on your clit until you’ve come undone. With nails gripping onto the table and pointless wails erupting from your mouth, you felt your own slick ooze out of you and all over him.

You think it’s definitely over now, but when Nanami remains inside of you, he only takes a minute to adjust himself before speaking. “I think..” He speaks slowly, taking his cock out and rubbing the head around your opening. “You can go again.”

By no means you weren’t ready for another round, but you just needed a minute. One minute to get yourself together; to catch your breath and at least try to control your erratic heart rate. You’ve wanted to be with him, like this, ever since he walked into that lecture hall three years ago. To have your limbs tangled, your own sweat and each other’s odors clinging to your bodies after multiple rounds of meaningless, dirty sex.

You should’ve been careful with what you wished for.

“Wait—“

“Shut up.” Nanami snaps, you gulp at his tone, knowing you couldn’t weasel your way out of this unless you explicitly say no. But you didn’t want to do that either. You wanted him to fuck you and use you as many times as he wanted to on this very table. You wanted to leave your print in this room so that every time he walks in here, the only thing he could think of is you. “You’ll get what I fucking give you.” He spits out, before you feel the wet muscle of his tongue on your genitals from behind, and no shocker there, another slap on your buttcheek. “And you’re gonna keep taking it.”

Mentally thanking the Gods above, he had let go of your bent knee before it gave you an embarrassing cramp. Nanami pulls you up from your arms, turning around so you’re facing him. “Sit up. I’m gonna fuck you again.” He mutters nonchalantly as he hoists you up onto his office table, carelessly pushing his desk lamp off as it crashes onto the ground to make more space for you. Although you were stark naked, it bothered you how he was still in his shirt (buttons undone thanks to you from earlier), but he doesn’t try to stop you when you push the material off his shoulders. His lips latched back on yours, standing closer in between your legs as your tongues danced. The gasp that leaves your mouth when he enters you again was embarrassingly loud, he let out a low groan at how your insides were hugging him instinctively again. Your entrance was accustomed to the ridges of his length as he nestles himself inside of you, littering kisses across your chest before withdrawing his hips and plowing back in.

When his mouth finds his way to your nipple again, he’s generous with the way his teeth nibble on the surrounding skin. It leaves a sting that has you hissing amongst your moans, but Nanami’s quick to soothe the ache by licking and prepping kisses all over his love bites. His hands never seem to stay in one place, wanting to leave his mark everywhere as he reaches to grip your hair again, yanking it back as he pounds into you over and over again, your walls spasming and contracting. “Take it all, baby.. fucking take it all.” Nanami pants, sheathing you with long deep strokes that has his cock covered in your own wetness.

“Please.” You manage to choke out a beg, your own release hanging precariously over your head. His movements were brash and quick when you tighten around him, your legs wrapping around his waist to have him impossibly closer. His body glistened with his own sweat, a rosey pigment dusted across his nose and cheeks. Nanami’s usual slicked back hair was now matted and wet against his forehead, his lips parted with every grunt that leaves his pink mouth. The table was shaking increasingly, salty tears clinging onto your lashes. “You wanna cum?” Nanami questions with a heavy breath, his fingers reaching your sensitive clit again, rubbing fast, dirty circles. “Come on. Let me see it. Let me hear you cum all over me.”

“I can’t.” You cry out as he plundered your core. The squelching noises dominated the room with every passing minute. “I can’t stop cumming. Oh, God.” He makes a noise mixed with greed and possession when you crumble in front of him. Your chest heaves as you struggle to catch your breath. Your body was beyond weak and flimsy — a mere ragdoll in his hold as you could barely stand on your feet without your knees betraying you by giving out. “Hey,” Nanami lightly taps your cheek with his hand when he notices your droopy eyes, before tightly grabbing your face to have your focus back on him. Your lips pucker up at the action. “Still with me?”

You can only lazily nod at him, dazed by the inebriety of your sexapade. “Good,” Nanami clips, seemingly satisfied by your answer before pushing you down from your shoulders. “Get on the ground.”

He didn’t need to instruct you any further than that, because you were already so eager to please him. Your fingers wrap themselves around his cock, your digits already sticky from your own slick coating his manhood. He makes a noise of approval when your tongue darts out to lick off the pre-cum trickling down the underside of his member, lavishing his length with wet kisses. With your lips curled over your teeth and your cheeks hollowed, you take in his girth as much as you can. The salty taste and the heaviness of his cock on your tongue had you moaning with your mouth full. Drooling and breathing heavily as you bob your head up and down his dick. “Let me get in that throat—Oh, fuck yeah.” Nanami moans out, his hips sputtering in response.

Your mouth then moves down to his firm gonads, sucking and licking on his scrotum, your hand simultaneously catering to moving up and down his cock, making sure to brush over the head with every swift movement. When you look up at Nanami through your eyelashes, the sight nearly causes a new pool of wetness to form between your legs. He had his head thrown back, his neck carotids visible from how stiff his body was. The layer of muscles visible underneath his hard abdomen was glistening with glowing sweat, his happy trail matted against his skin. A low grown vibrates through his chest as he suddenly grabs your head and begins to fuck your throat, his balls slapping against your chin.

“Your sweet mouth’s gonna make me cum.” Nanami moans turns raucous, his eyebrows knitted together as he chases his own orgasm. You choke and gag all over him, your own saliva making a mess all over your chest as you struggle to keep up with his pace. He holds your face to his pelvis one last time, cock lodged into your throat momentarily before pulling himself out of your mouth. You desperately gasp for air in return. “Stick your tongue out.” He says breathlessly, before beginning to jerk himself off to your mouth. You do exactly as he says, tongue out and eyes blinking away your tears as you look up at him from your knees. He feels a coil form above his crotch. And with one final moan of relief, he tenses, stills. Then releases his warm load all over your breasts.

The heavy air between you two dissipates like a sugar cube dropped into a hot cup of tea after that. Reaching both your highs had seemed to alleviate your bodies’ needs for tonight, because neither of you exchanged any unnecessary words. When you’ve cleaned yourself up with tissues and got properly dressed, Nanami was back in his boxers and unbuttoned shirt, seated aimlessly on the couch. He hears you snatch a post-it note and a pen from the floor, but he doesn’t look at you. And he doesn’t look at the gold band wrapped around his ring finger either. But if walls could talk, they would condemn the man and woman that just tore a family apart.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell anyone.” Your words cause him to snap his head up, you can never seem to interpret the look on his face. Although his lips were still rosy and hair matted, his eyes were blank and impassive. Clear of any remnants of the lust-filled stupor he had on earlier.

“But if you wanna see me again..” You trail off as you stuff the yellow note that had your number scribbled into his breast pocket. When you press your lips against his for a goodbye, he reciprocates the kiss. “Good night, teach.” You call out over your shoulder before leaving his office. The door clicks shut behind you.

Nanami only sighs. There wasn’t a fragment of guilt or remorse coursing through him from what just happened. His consciousness was free of encumbrance, and he didn’t feel any less rotten than he previously did two hours ago. So when he grabs his phone to check the time, his heart beat remains within the average range at the sight of a missed voicemail from his wife.

“Hey.” Her voice was croaky and adenoidal; evidently from all the crying she’s been doing ever since Nanami walked out on her. “I-I don’t know how to put this. I’m sorry for accusing you, I know work’s probably been tiring you out lately and you just needed some space. I don’t know what got to me tonight.”

There are all kinds of ways a relationship gets tested, even the ones that seem to be already irreversibly damaged. It’s the outcome that we can never find ourselves prepared for.

“I want us to be better.. to be happy again. Not just for the kids, but for us. As selfish as it sounds.” Her words were life’s cruelest irony. “Just.. come back home, okay? Please?” She nearly begged, her voice quivering. She sniffles, clears her throat, and gets herself together. “I love you, Nanami.”

If Nanami was a good person, he would’ve physically made you leave his office rather than use baseless threats he knew he wouldn’t go through with. And if he was a good husband who wanted to dedicate himself to his marriage and kids, he wouldn’t have had his way with you tonight. He wouldn’t have finally let go for a change and did something that he wanted, not the independent reality that works on behalf of him.

To claim that selfishness isn’t an inherent human trait, would be fruitless. Because when humans think they are entitled to something, they have no qualms gambling the existence of others to get it. Your person could be holding you like the world in their lap, but in a brief moment, they can downplay you into a mere paperdoll of the past. They’ll chew you up and spit you out, they’ll point their finger square at your chest and shamelessly tell you that there will be no consequences for their actions. Because this is what they want; it’s about their needs, their wants, their interests. You were never included in the equation.

Infidelity within marriages, family estrangements, betrayal amongst friendships; it all stems from the same root. When you are morally bankrupt, everything else is collateral damage.

Physical eros is simply a mirage, and love is just madness without any written rules. So it comes as no surprise how fast Nanami’s feelings have changed within a split second as he listened to his wife’s voicemail in the middle of his office.

How he can feel absolutely nothing towards her.

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Story Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Hidden Child Trope, Childhood Friends to Lovers

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From childhood friends to lovers to mere strangers. Your love story with Satoru Gojo was one from a fairy tail, until it wasn't. When you were twenty-one, Satoru left you without an explanation.

Five years later, you meet again but nothing is quite the same.

Too many things need to be explained, especially the fact that there's another Gojo that Satoru has yet to meet.

[Chapter 1] Ikebana

[Chapter 2] Time

[Chapter 3] Reunion

[Chapter 4] Sayo's Insistence

[Chapter 5] Evening Off

[Chapter 6] Explanations

[Chapter 7]

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Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 1] Ikebana

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Morning Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Handjob, Spitting, Praise Kink, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Shower Sex, Death (Not Major), Slight Angst, Fluff

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Satoru doesn’t remember much about his childhood– Not the parts that didn’t involve you anyway. He remembers playing with you when you were kids, but apart from that, he can only remember pivotal moments. Important moments that to no surprise, always managed to involve you.

When Satoru was five, he walked into his kitchen with a scraped knee, searching for help from someone that worked around the house. That’s when he saw a girl around his age, and he got excited. So excited that he forgot about his scraped knee. The girl hadn’t noticed him though, as she tried to get her mother’s attention. 

“Hi! I’m Satoru” were his first words to her. That’s when you turned to see him, and you like to think that a beautiful friendship blossomed.

Satoru never really understood why you lived there, or why his parents never acknowledged you when you two played together. They’d address Suguru, one of his closest friends, or literally anyone else that would come over from school. Just not you, even though you’d play together every afternoon.

When Satoru was seven, he understood that your mother was a servant and lived in the servants’ quarters along with the other people that worked in the house. Satoru didn’t quite understand how important his family was or how rich they were at that time. 

When Satoru was eight, he was turning into a spoiled brat. He was already spoiled before but he wasn’t quite a brat. He’d throw tantrums more often, and not only was he rude to his friends, but especially to you. That attitude went on for months until you said,

“I don’t want to play with you anymore.” which made Satoru realize that maybe he wasn’t being the best person to his friends. That same afternoon you received your first flower. A lily that he picked out from his mother’s garden, something that if she knew, she’d be livid. That was the first time Satoru ever apologized to anyone, and the first time he gave a girl a flower.

When Satoru was ten, he remembers how his parents started to argue about topics he didn’t quite understand. He just remembered being uncomfortable as he heard their aggravating yelling, and feeling embarrassed because you’d be there playing with him. As an adult, Satoru wonders why they decided to argue so close to his room when they lived in a literal mansion. He guesses it’s not their fault that their bedroom was right by Satoru’s. But in the end, Satoru is grateful because you decided to help Satoru out by dragging him out of the room.

He remembers being annoyed at first, claiming he didn’t want to play outside. The playroom was close to his parents’ bedroom as well. There was nowhere he seemed where he could escape, although the house had a multitude of rooms. You dragged him to your mother’s room and showed him the few toys you had. You still had fun, and Satoru was able to forget about his parents’ problems.

When Satoru was eleven, he begged his father to allow you to go to school with him. The problem was that he went to a private school, and the tuition was something your mother could definitely not afford. But he begged and begged until his father finally pulled some strings and got you into the school, and the Gojo family paid for your school’s tuition.

When Satoru was twelve, his father’s work was in vain. Satoru’s group of friends didn’t really like him hanging out with someone else so much while at school, especially a girl who was just the daughter of a servant. Satoru got defensive about it at first, until he wasn’t. He stopped hanging out with you at school, ignoring you at lunch or whenever you found yourselves in the classroom together. You didn’t understand Satoru’s cold behavior until you heard one of his friends talk about you to him.

“Why do you even keep looking at her? She’s probably all dirty.” And those words broke your heart. You knew what he meant. You also remembered Satoru not saying anything. 

You didn’t try to talk to him back at his home, and he really didn’t mind. From that moment on, your friendship deteriorated since Satoru wouldn’t try to talk to you, locking himself in his bedroom.

When Satoru was thirteen, he thought he got his first crush. It was one of your friends from school, he recalls her name being Shoko. He found her cute, and thought about asking for your help to ask her out, but you two didn’t talk anymore. You didn’t acknowledge each other, even though you went home together. 

When Satoru was fifteen, he no longer had a crush on Shoko. He doesn’t know if he ever actually liked her or if he just liked the fact that she was so close to you. Satoru found himself missing the friendship you had, wondering how he could get it back. It had been three years since it came to an end. He didn’t know how to get that friendship back. During the summer, he did the same thing that he did when he was eight years old: picked lilies from his mother’s garden and gave them to you. That was the second time that you got flowers.

“Hey!” Satoru yelled when he spotted you walking around the backyard. It confused you because Satoru doesn’t talk to you anymore.  What confused you even more was Satoru holding two flowers from his mother’s garden. He walked up to you, and you stared, trying to figure out what he’s planning.

“Mr. Gojo… What do you need?” You asked him. He extended his arm, attempting to hand you the flowers. But you didn’t take them.

“I want to apologize. I haven’t been… the best person to you. You were my best friend for seven years and now I don’t even know your interests. All because I listened to some stupid boys.” He said, and you pouted. You took the flowers from him before you wrapped your arms around him. “I miss you as my friend.”

“I miss you too, Satoru.”

A friendship formed again, but it wasn’t quite like the one you had ten years ago.

When Satoru was sixteen– Sixteen was a weird year for Satoru. He had gotten his friendship with you back, yet it was awkward. Not because you missed being friends with each other for three years, but more because Satoru had some weird feelings toward you. He thought it was just tension because of his past behavior, but he realized how upset he got when Suguru confessed that he had a crush on you.

“Why do you even like her?” Satoru immediately asked, his blood boiling. The moment those words left his lips, Satoru knew that the reason everything was so weird was because he liked you. When he was sixteen, Satoru finally realized he liked you.

When Satoru was seventeen, he fell in love. He fell in love with the way you expressed yourself, the way you dressed, your interests. He loved the way your face lit up whenever he asked about what you liked. The way you excitedly spoke and stumbled over words. It’s creepy to even say that he loved the way you smelled. Yet Satoru never bothered to confess, scared to be rejected, also because his best friend still liked you.

When Satoru turned eighteen, he got tipsy on his birthday. Even though he invited you to the party, you didn’t show up. You chose to spend the night with your mother because in the end, you wouldn’t fit in with Satoru and his friends. 

He wasn’t having the fun he planned on having, he was just thinking about you. He knew you were around, but he didn’t want to drag you out of your room to spend time with people you don’t like that much. He debated on not celebrating at all, but then he realized how suspicious it’d end up being. He didn’t want you to realize how he liked you. 

His plan was to move on past it all, although it was hard because he was literally so in love with you. The thought of you with anyone else made him sick. He just didn’t know how to tell you, fearful of rejection. He tried to have fun, drinking along with his friends. 

“Satoru, where are you going?!” Suguru yelled as Satoru began to walk away from everyone else, heading to the servants’ quarter. Suguru thought about following him, but he stayed behind when he was approached by some of his friends. Satoru just had a single thought in mind. You.

He remembered your mother’s room clearly, it was the third door to the left. He was about to knock, but he paused. Then he heard your voice, and he wondered if he was hallucinating until he turned and saw you.

“That’s not my room anymore. My mom asked your mother if I could have a separate room… Around five years ago.” You told him as he slowly walked towards you. You stood confused because he didn’t bother to speak. Until his hands cupped your face and he looked down at you. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how beautiful you are.” He began, and you looked up at him– At first utterly confused. But it hit you. Pretty quickly you realized why Satoru was so distant. You then thought that you were thinking way too highly about yourself, especially when the breath of alcohol passed your nose. 

“Satoru… You’re drunk. You should go to bed. I can tell everyone else to go home.” You offered while Satoru smiled.

“Drunk? No way. Maybe just a little tipsy.” He dragged out his words and you’d be laughing if his hands weren’t on your face. He forced you to look at him, and his face got closer and closer to yours. “I just want to kiss you right now.”

“You’re really confident.” You responded. Satoru has never exerted this type of confidence before. 

“May I kiss you?” He questioned, and your face got warm at his question. Your gaze lingered on his glossy pink lips, and you wanted to accept. But you knew better because Satoru isn’t in his right state of mind. Maybe he wasn’t drunk but he was definitely leaning more toward being drunk than sober. 

“You’re not thinking straight.” You said. “Don’t do something you’ll regret, Satoru. I can put you to bed.”

“I’m not a child– I know what I’m doing.” He answered. He licked his lips, while he continued to look down at your lips. “Please.”

“Why would you even want to do that?” You asked, blinking slowly as you watched Satoru. Satoru bit down on his lip as he tried to come up with an answer. Maybe he’s tipsy, but he isn’t dumb enough to humiliate himself like– He’s no better than that.

“Because I love you. I love you so much.” And with that, Satoru kissed you. It wasn’t his first kiss, but it was for sure the most memorable one of his life. He knew he’d regret it the next day, but he couldn’t live his life without at least having kissed your sugary soft lips once in his lifetime. Even if everything ended up awkward between the two of you.

When Satoru turned eighteen, he ruined his friendship with you. But in the end, it all worked out. He ruined his friendship because you ended up as his girlfriend instead, which is more than he could’ve asked. At eighteen, Satoru got his greatest gift.

And now, Satoru is twenty-one, thinking about proposing to his girlfriend. You’re no longer eighteen, so of course a lot of things have changed. Instead of staying in the Gojo house, you’re now hours away at college, while Satoru finishes a useless degree at the best university in the world. 

He’s so close to finishing his degree, but time seems endless when he’s in a different country from you. He can’t wait till he gets to wake up each morning next to you, it feels like that day isn’t soon enough.

“How’s school, baby? Nothing too stressful I hope.” Satoru says, looking at the small device in front of him that displays your face. It really does you no justice. He’d give just about anything to be with you right now, but he’ll be flying you out soon so you’ll spend some quality time together. The more time you spend apart, the more romantic your reunion ends up being.

“Annoying. Boring. Stressful.” You list, and he chuckles. “I can’t wait to see you, baby. It’s what motivates me nowadays.”

“Aw, I’m flattered. It’s the same with me though. I’m just thinking about you all day and night. I can’t wait to see your pretty little face.” He tells you.

“You’re seeing me right now, aren’t you?” You respond, and he ends up rolling his eyes before he laughs. Every time you call each other, you talk on the phone for hours, and Satoru never gets bored of it. Usually, the call ends with one of you falling asleep, and this time it ended up with you falling asleep.

“I love you.” Satoru says, his eyes droopy as he hangs up the call. He smiles, thinking about spending the rest of his life with you. He can’t wait to propose, just thinking about giving you the ring he bought for you. 

He succumbs to slumber, not hearing as the phone rings. He doesn’t return the call the next day either, assuming that his parents don’t have anything important to say. They never do.

Satoru waits eagerly at the airport, his eyes looking around to find his love with her luggage. You texted him when you were on the plane, and texted him once you landed, so it’s now a matter of time for him to find you. He anxiously glances at his phone every thirty seconds, waiting for you to send him a text. He’s hoping that you’re okay and you haven’t gotten lost.

“Satoru!” You yell, and Satoru’s eyes brighten up as a smile overcomes his face. He waits for you with open arms, and you run to wrap your arms around him. Two months since your last encounter, your lips meet his in a sweet kiss. He doesn’t want to pull away, but he knows he has to before he ends up doing something that he shouldn’t be doing in an airport. 

“My love, how was your flight?” He asks, taking the luggage from your hands so you can walk without having to carry anything heavy. You begin to walk toward the elevator.

“It was good. There was a baby crying the whole way here though, I was a bit annoyed not gonna lie.” You share, and Satoru almost laughs, but he feels as if it’d end up insensitive. He offered to get his parents’ jet, but you refused. You don’t want to shove the relationship in their faces, knowing that they don’t like you– His father does, however, Mrs. Gojo doesn’t.

“You have all day to rest. But tomorrow we have our schedule all packed.” Satoru says, causing you to groan. You get into the elevator and Satoru clicks on the third floor to go to the floor he parked at.

“I’ve barely landed and you’re already making me think about work–”

“It’s not work if it’s fun… Unless you don’t like getting massages.” He cuts you off, and you quickly change your mind. You were wrong. “You know I’m not going to make you work while you’re with me. Ever.”

“Then why am I getting a degree?” You question as the two of you exit the elevator and begin to walk to Satoru’s car. 

“To kill time before you can officially become Mrs. Gojo.” He answers, and you fight back a smile as you think about the possibility of marrying Gojo. When you were thirteen, you liked him, but you thought that getting with him was impossible. Now he gets on your nerves because he can’t stop saying how much he loves you.

“Why do you think I’d change my last name?” You ask as he opens the passenger door for you. You get in and he leans down to peck your lips before he says,

“Why would you pass up on the opportunity of becoming Mrs. Gojo?” He replies, and before you can say anything, he closes the door. You weren’t going to say anything anyway, you don’t want to offend his mom by saying that you’re afraid that by getting the last name, you’ll end up like her. Satoru knows that his mother isn’t the easiest of the bunch and he often complains about her, but you doubt that he’ll like hearing you complaining about her.

You check your phone while Satoru puts your luggage in the trunk. You don’t have many messages except the ones from your mother asking you how the flight was. You begin to text her back while Satoru gets in the driver’s side and turns on the car.

“Are you hungry?” Satoru asks and you shake your head. “Are you sure? I don’t have anything that you can snack on at home.”

“You don’t have to lie to me.” You answer. You know that Satoru frantically went shopping the previous day, and if he didn’t have anything, he’d order anything for you. He squeezes your thigh as he begins to drive.

“I just want to make sure you eat something before getting home. It’s an hour-long drive.” He informs you, and you still shake your head before you kiss his cheek.

“Thank you for caring about me.” You tell him. He grins from ear to ear. “Right now, all I want to do is take a nap.”

“You can nap while we drive back to my apartment. Then you can sleep for the whole afternoon.” He says, his hand caressing your thigh.

“I want to spend some time with you though.”

“We have all week to do that. Sleep a little bit.” He responds. You don’t have to hear him twice before your eyes shut and allow yourself to relax for the rest of the ride.

When you wake up, you’re in Satoru’s soft bed, and the sun isn’t out anymore. You slept the whole afternoon. You were barely awake while walking from the car to the elevator, and from the elevator to his apartment. You fell asleep on Satoru’s couch, and he carried you to his bedroom.

You see light coming from the bottom of the door, and you stand up and walk towards the door. The aroma of the food he’s cooking fills up the area, and it brings you to smile, knowing that he’s cooking something up. He usually tells you about the great meals that he’s learned how to cook, and you never believe him. Every time you’re reunited, he’s usually back at his house so he can’t cook for you, but he finally has the opportunity to show off his skills, so he’ll do so.

You walk to the kitchen to find him cutting up some tomatoes for dinner. You walk over to him, trying to be as quiet as possible since he hasn’t noticed you yet. You love scaring Satoru, and you’ll take every chance you can take to do it. You wrap your arms around him, hugging him from behind. He jumps up a little, startled. You kiss his shoulder before you say, “I was dreaming about you…”

“Really? Was I shirtless? I hope so.” He says, causing you to laugh. “Dinner is almost ready.”

“Good. I’m starving.” You tell him. “Where’s everything? I want to start setting the table.”

“You can sit down and watch some TV. You’re not lifting a finger this whole week.” Satoru tells you, and you certainly can’t complain. You never have had the chance to sit back and relax, and since your boyfriend wants to give you that opportunity, you’ll take it. “I still haven’t made reservations for tomorrow’s dinner, do you want anything specific?”

“I really haven’t thought about anything. You can pick.” You answer. You surf through channels, trying to find something that you’re entertained by, and when you finally find the right one, Satoru announces,

“Everything is set. You can come now.”

You stand up and walk over to the table and take a seat. You look at the food and your stomach growls at the sight, causing Satoru to chuckle. He serves your food while you comment on how delicious everything looks.

“I have so much for us planned.” Satoru shares as he passes you your plate. You begin to eat without waiting for him, simply too hungry to wait for him. He laughs, seeing how eager you are to eat. “I’m not sure if we’re going to do it all.”

“Why not?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“Do you really think we’re getting out of the house much when you’re not so tired?” Satoru asks, and you feel your face warm up. You sheepishly smile at him, then you focus on your food to try, trying to hide your embarrassment. He notices and tries to change the topic, “I’ll be visiting home soon too.”

“Really? I can’t wait. One week isn’t enough.” You say. “You should come by more often.”

“Staying home isn’t that fun, baby. First day is fine but then my mom gets annoying.” He responds. “When I move back I’ll get an apartment for the two of us. Or maybe a house so we can start a family right away.”

“A family? Aren’t we too young?” You question, and he chuckles. If only you knew all the plans he has already made in his head, all of them to be completed within five years. “Not that I’m opposed–”

“If it were up to me we’d get married tomorrow.” He interrupts you. “But of course, we have to give it some time. However, I’m not moving back till a year or so, you might change your mind then.”

“Really?” You respond. You love Satoru more than you could ever imagine loving someone, but you have a couple of other priorities that come before starting a family with him. “I’m not opposed to getting married soon, but I do think we should wait before starting to have kids and such. We’re still so young, even if it’s in a year.”

“Well–”

“Plus, your mother would probably want us to have a lavish wedding, even if she doesn’t like me. Lavish weddings take a long time to plan. We can’t have a child out of wedlock, can we?” You argue, and he ends up sighing defeated.

“You’re right, baby. You win.”

Sunlight peeks in through the gap between Satoru’s curtains, and they hit you directly. You fell asleep without a problem last night, and now when the sun has barely risen, you’re awake. You feel a large arm wrapped around you, and smile as you hear Satoru’s heavy breathing. You take in his fresh, clean scent before you attempt to escape his embrace to begin getting ready for the day. But he doesn’t let go. He pulls you close to him, burying your face into his bare chest.

“Where are you trying to go?” He murmurs, barely comprehensible. “You’re not getting up from here until I’m ready to wake up as well.”

“I can’t just spend all day here in bed. You’re going to take a while to wake up.” You respond, yet he doesn’t let go. You’re not going to fight it, after all, Satoru is much stronger than you. You spend around five minutes, laying in bed, doing nothing before you tell him, “Toru… C’mon.”

“You’re really going to wake me up?” He replies while your fingertips begin to trace down his sculpted body. Your fingers feel featherlike running down his body, and it certainly doesn’t help keep him awake. That’s until your finger hooks on the waistband of his briefs. But you don’t do more than that. “Aren’t you going to continue?”

“Aren’t you sleeping? I don’t want to disturb you.” You say, and he grabs your hand, guiding it inside his briefs. Your hand wraps around his shaft and he begins to move it.

“I’m wide awake, baby.” He responds, and your hand begins to move at its own pace. He takes his hand out, moving it inside your pajama shorts to tease your clothed cunt. Your lips go up to meet his, your tongue pressing against his bottom lip before it enters his mouth. Your hand works ever so slowly on his shaft, and he’s groaning in your mouth. 

You pull away from the kiss and take your hand out, spitting on it before going back to stroke his dick. You’re slowly picking up speed, and Satoru moans with your every move. His mouth lands on yours again, trying to suppress the embarrassing sounds that escape his throat. He also pushes your panties to the side, two fingers running through your folds to gather your slick, while your tongue presses against his. 

Once he gets his fingers wet enough, he pushes them into your cunt. You moan into his mouth while he slowly begins to move his thick fingers in and out of you. This is what you miss most about being with Satoru, the fact that you’re left to play with yourself as if it could compare to what Satoru gives you.

Satoru curves his fingers so they hit just right, while his thumb begins to play with your clit. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, and you’re not focusing as much on stroking his cock. Satoru begins to thrust his hips, doing your job for you. You bite down his bottom lip before pulling away from the kiss.

“Hmm– It’s so fucking good, ‘Toru.” You moan, holding your breath while his fingers work their magic. You shut your eyes and try to take it all in. You completely stop moving your hand, but Satoru gets himself off, he’s moaning as he approaches his release. You feel the pressure build up as your orgasm approaches. “I love it, baby– Fuck–”

“Moan my name, baby. It’s so pretty when it rolls off your tongue.” Satoru mutters in your ear, his low raspy voice nearly enough to make you come. You begin to moan his name over and over again as your orgasm looms closer and closer. 

You’re so focused on yourself that you don’t feel his cum that has soiled his briefs. Your hand stays wrapped around his cock while he makes sure to make you come. You get louder by the second until you finally come.

Satoru takes his fingers out and brings them up to your lips before he presses his fingers against them. You open your mouth and take his fingers in, and you begin to roll your tongue around them. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

He takes his fingers out of your mouth and then shoves them into his mouth. You watch him, taking off your pants before you get on top of him, your knees on either side of him. He takes his fingers out of his mouth while he looks up at you. You begin to rub yourself on his briefs.

“I want more, ‘Toru.” You tell him, while his hands go to your hips. Your lips go down to meet his, pecking him a couple of times before he responds,

“Then takemore, baby. I’m all yours to use.” He responds before you push down his underwear. Your hand strokes his cock a couple of times before you push your panties to the side and you align his dick with your entrance.

You slowly lower yourself on his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. If his fingers are long and thick, his dick is even better. You’ve been waiting for this for so long. You take as much as you can get before you begin to move up and down his cock, making the man groan.

“What a sweet little pussy. I’ve missed you so bad, baby.” He says while you bounce on his cock, your hands on his chest for support. You bite down on your bottom lip, trying not to be too embarrassingly loud. You don’t want the neighbors to get the wrong impression of you, “Have you missed me? The same way I’ve missed you?”

“So bad.” You respond. Satoru’s hands go to your ass, his nails digging into the flesh. He looks up at you, watching your facial expressions as you take it all in. “Been thinking about you nonstop, ‘Toru.”

“That’s what I like to hear from my girl.” He says as he spanks your ass. He begins to move for you, setting a much faster pace than the one you were going at. Your eyes shut as you take it all in. His hand goes to play with your clit, getting you to the edge even faster. His cock alone is enough to make you come, but he loves making you putty in his hands as fast as he can. “I really miss you so bad, baby. I need you to be on my side all the time.”

“Satoru–” You moan, not really paying attention to the words that leave his lips anymore. He’s just making you feel so good on his cock, hitting every right spot, your thoughts are forming anymore so you’ll agree with anything and everything Satoru says. Even when he says,

“I’ll just give you a baby so you’re forced to be with me. Wouldn’t you like that? Don’t you want to carry my baby?” And all you can manage to yell is, ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ which brings a smirk to Satoru’s lips. “I’ll give you my baby. I’ll give you as many as you’d like.”

“Fuck–” You feel yet another orgasm take over, making you completely weak. Your nails dig into the skin of his chest while you’re on the edge of another orgasm. “Satoru, it’s so good.”

“I’m gonna give you my baby, make sure you’re stuck with me.” He continues, while you throw your head back. He feels your cunt tighten around him, and it drives him crazy. His voice is so whiny when he says, “Fuck… Baby… I need you by my side every day.”

“Satoru!” You loudly moan before you reach your orgasm, your legs spasming. Satoru praises you for it,

“Making a mess all over my cock… Oh, you’re such a good girl.” His hand smacks your ass again while you realize how much you love being praised, especially when what you’re doing is already giving you so much pleasure. 

Satoru chases his release, and he gets so close to it with every movement. Your pussy feels so nice and warm around him… He doesn’t want to finish any time soon, he just wants to stay buried inside of it for the next six days. But that doesn’t stop the fact that he’s so close to finishing. “I’m gonna give it all to you, baby. Gonna give you my baby.”

He mutters a couple of words about knocking you up, making sure that you’re by his side for the rest of your lives before you feel the warmth in your cunt. His seed fills you up while your head falls onto his chest. 

You both try to catch your breaths, his hand running up and down your back. He remains buried inside of you, and he won’t take it out unless you ask him to. 

For a moment you just lay down, listening to each other breathe. But your stomach growls, and you feel your face get warmer than it already is, but this time of embarrassment. You speak, “We should eat something for breakfast.”

“Let’s wait for another five minutes.” 

And while you two wait, Satoru’s phone rings. He reaches over to the nightstand to grab his phone, and he rolls his eyes before declining the call.

“Who is it?” You ask him. You heard his phone ring a couple of times the previous night, and each time he declined it. You genuinely wonder who it is, and you doubt that Satoru is seeing another woman so infidelity is not on your mind. He loves you too much.

“Just my mom. You know how annoying she can be.”

Satoru has shown you that he loves you a million different ways, but this, this by far is the best way that he has expressed his love. You get a pedicure and also a manicure. Satoru sits right next to you, also getting a pedicure. You commented how you were thinking of going to the nail salon before coming to visit him, but you didn’t plan it out. So here you are because your boyfriend is attentive.

He’s also having the time of his life as his feet get massaged. You exchange a few words every now and then, but neither of you is really in a talking mood. Until Satoru asks, “Where do you want to go for dinner? I still haven’t thought of any place.”

“I haven’t either.” You answer. “You should be the one to take me somewhere since you know the area.”

“I guess you have a point…” He responds, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s indecisive and he’s scared he’ll pick the wrong option. “But I planned this lovely day…”

“I think you can pick something else… It’s not a life or death decision, you just have to pick a restaurant. You couldn’t even help me pick a nail color, it’s the least you could do.” You tell him, and he chuckles before his eyes glance at your pink nails.

“I told you that you should do blue. You just didn’t want to listen.” He argues, and you laugh in response because he’s right. He did try to help you pick a nail color, he just didn’t pick one that you liked enough. “But fine, I can–” He unintentionally kicks his foot during his foot massage. He apologizes before he continues talking, “I can pick a restaurant.”

“I can’t wait for the massage…” You change the topic, and he hums in agreement. His phone begins to ring again, and he looks at the phone only to decline the call again. You look over at him and furrow your eyebrows before asking, “Your mom again?”

“She’s more annoying than ever. It’s like she knows that you’re here.”

“Maybe it’s something important. You should pick up the phone.” You say and he shakes his head. 

“I just want to have a relaxing day with you, and she’ll ruin that. I’ll call her tonight.”

When you get back to Satoru’s apartment, you’re rushing to the bathroom to take a shower and begin getting ready for dinner. Satoru told you that he barely managed to get reservations at a nearby restaurant and that it’s one of the best restaurants in town. He told you the dress code, and you’re worried that you won’t have anything in your suitcase that fits.

Satoru thinks about joining you, sitting on the edge of his bed. It’ll slow you two down and possibly make you late, but that’s a risk that he’s more than willing to make. He thinks about it for a moment, until he ultimately decides that you can always eat somewhere else. He takes off his clothes as he walks to the bathroom, more than ready to delay today’s plans. He walks into the steamed-up room and sneakily makes it into the shower.

You’re spooked when you feel two hands land on your chest, and he squeezes your breasts. You turn to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed before you say, “Next time make sure to announce that you’re joining me or I might just die.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” Satoru says before he pecks your lips. He’s stepping forward, making you step back until the water is no longer hitting you and your back is pressed against the wall. “Since you don’t care about where we go for dinner, we might as well change plans last minute.”

“We can make it fast.” You respond before his lips land on yours. His tongue presses against yours while his hand feathers down your body until they reach your pussy. His fingers run through your folds while he pulls away from the kiss and moves down to your neck. He begins to suck on your sweet spot while he slips a finger into your cunt. A moan leaves your lips when he does so, and because he sucks on that sweet spot in your neck that’s enough to drive you wild.

He continues kissing down your body while he inserts another finger into your cunt. Just like earlier in the day, he curves them so they hit just the right spot, and you’re rolling your eyes. He’s on his knees, and his tongue begins to lick your cunt.

He focuses on your clit, and you have you bite your bottom lip so you’re not too loud. His tongue flicks your clit just right, and you’re barely able to stand. 

“You’re doing such a good job.” You praise him, your eyes shutting as one hand grips his hair. Satoru eagerly licks, loving the taste on his tongue. God, he fucking hates the fact that you’re in a completely different timezone than he is. He really wants you by his side at all times. 

He takes his fingers out and his tongue stops flicking your clit. His tongue moves down and it enters your cunt. His thumb begins to play with your clit while he moves his tongue around, and you’re not able to hold back your moans anymore. You feel your orgasm approach, and you grab a handful of his hair, pulling it. He doesn’t even notice, just enjoying the taste of you on his tongue.

“Fuck– I’m gonna come…” You tell him. His thumb works on your clit so well, and you praise him for it, which serves as his encouragement. He looks up at you, so adoringly, but you’re not looking at him. You get louder and louder until you finally come on his tongue. He takes his tongue out and kisses your clit before he stands up and kisses your lips.

You’re about to get on your knees and return the favor, but you both hear Satoru’s phone ring. He’s about to ignore it again, letting his mother get tired of calling, but the phone keeps ringing and ringing that it makes you say, “It must be important, ‘Toru. Go pick it up.”

“It’s probably nothing–” He begins but you cut him off.

“She’s very insistent, Toru. She’ll continue calling through dinner. Just check what she wants and I’ll finish my shower.” You peck his lips and he sighs in response before getting out, grabbing a towel, then grabbing his phone. 

“Hi mom.” He greets her, a little too unenthusiastic for her liking. First, she asks where he has been and he responds, “I’ve just been resting after so many exams. I need to relax once in a while, y’know?”

“Your father is sick. Very sick.” His mother says, which makes the man freeze. “I’m not sure if he has much time left… He just suddenly– I don’t know.”

“What– I’ll be there first thing tomorrow.” Satoru responds, hanging up the call before he barges into the bathroom. You’re getting out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap it around yourself and Satoru announces, “We have to go back home tomorrow.”

“Oh? Why?” You ask, following behind him while he goes to his closet to begin packing essentials; he doesn’t need much since he has pretty much all he needs back at his house. “Satoru, is everything okay? Why do we have to go back so soon?”

“My dad is… sick.” Satoru says, slowly realizing the gravity of it all. His dad has never been sick, from what he can remember. He wonders how he’s so sick and how horrible it has to be for his mother to call. He sincerely thinks of the worst, and he hopes that in the end, everything ends up okay with his father. “I’m sorry for ruining your vacation but… If she’s calling me, it’s because it’s bad.”

“No, no. It’s okay, Satoru. He should be your priority.” You respond before going back to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable since your plans have clearly changed, and to pack up your suitcase once again. You didn’t expect your week to be over so soon.

“Dad…” Satoru says, barging into his parents’ room. Satoru paid for the next available flight and you flew out. Now you’re both at his parents’ house since you’re still on vacation and you’re not planning to go back to your apartment near your university yet. You’re with your mother, while Satoru sees his father to figure out just how bad it is. 

He walks over to the bed where his father lies. His father isn’t looking too well, he looks so pale and exhausted. He’s definitely lost some weight too. Satoru walks to his father’s side before he sits on the edge of the bed. “How are you holding up? Mom didn’t tell me about you being sick before–”

“I asked her not to.” His father cuts him off. “I want you to focus on your studies so you can take over as fast as possible.”

“For how long have you been sick?” Satoru asks. This clearly isn’t something new, it was just kept from him. His father is rarely around, even when Satoru is visiting, so he never had the chance to see just how  his health deteriorated.

“That doesn’t matter now, does it?” His father responds. “It doesn’t matter, really. I want to hear about you, Satoru. I know nothing about your life except that you were friends with one of the maids’ daughters.”

“Yeah…” Satoru chuckles, unsure of how to talk about it. His mother knows about the relationship, but he hasn’t talked to his father about it yet. Truth be told, he didn’t tell his mother, she just figured it out. “We’re not really friends anymore… She’s my girlfriend.”

“I know…” His father confesses with a chuckle before he begins to cough. He reaches for his handkerchief and covers his mouth. After a minute, he stops and his father grabs his glass of water and chugs majority of it before he speaks again, “I knew you two would end up together the moment you begged me to pay so she could go to school with you. That’s why I offered to pay for her college.”

“Wait, you’re paying for her college?” Satoru is taken aback by this but his father shakes his head.

“No. She turned me down. Told me I had already done enough.” His father shares, which makes Satoru wonder why you would say no to him, but it’s fine. It’s nothing too bad, he would’ve appreciated you sharing him though, “I like her. I don’t believe in love or soulmates all that much, but then I remember on your eighteenth birthday when I caught you two kissing, and maybe, I believed in love.”

“You don’t believe in love, dad?” Satoru questions, as he realizes this is about the most that he’s spoken to his father. He knew that his father and mother never really loved each other, at least not romantically. He realized it when he was around fifteen, but he didn’t expect to hear it from his father ever.

“I loved my father. My mother. You, ‘Toru. The day you were born was my happiest day, you were my little boy. But I never loved your mother in any type of way.” He confesses, and Satoru just inhales, swearing that he’ll never live like that. He can’t imagine living his life without you. “I appreciate her. She’s a very smart woman that’s kept everything afloat. She gave me you and I could never thank her enough for that. But apart from that, I never grew to love her. She’s a cold woman, and I wasn’t made to love a woman like that.”

Satoru just bites his bottom lip, unsure of what to say at his father’s confession. He expected something similar, but he still doesn’t like the confirmation that his parents were stuck in a loveless marriage. He hates knowing the fact because his father is on the brink of death and he’s probably never experienced love– That he knows of. Satoru often forgets that his father lives a whole different life and that he knows none of the details.

“How did you see me kissing– Oh.” Satoru begins and realizes quickly why his father was in the servants’ quarters. “Please don’t tell me it was–”

“Wasn’t with her mother. Don’t worry. She’s not my type.” His father assures Satoru, which somewhat helps him but still grosses him out. Satoru decides to change the topic, about to confide with at least one parent because he knows that his mother wouldn’t approve.

“I’m thinking about proposing to her soon.” He brings up, and his father grabs his hand and squeezes it. “I know I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her, so I don’t think I should waste too much time. She wants to get engaged after we both graduate.”

“Do what you think is best. Just hold tight to her and don’t let her go.”

“I love you, dad.” Satoru holds back tears as he hugs his father. His father hugs him back, patting Satoru’s back.

“I love you too, son.” His father responds, and he believes that it’s the first time he hears those words leave his father’s lips. He hates that he’s only heard this so late in life from his father, but he loves it, and he’s sure he’ll miss it.

A month after coming back, you’re back at college and Satoru is at his parents’ house, patiently waiting for the horrible day. He accepted his father wouldn’t make it, so he made sure to savor every moment. He’s barely talking to you, and you understand that he’s upset, so he’s distant. You still try to check up on him as much as you can, even when he barely tries to communicate. 

One April night, right at midnight, your phone rings, waking you up. It’s Satoru, and your heart drops knowing why he’s calling. He calls you sobbing, and you try your best to calm him down. While you do so, you begin to get changed to head to his place, which is hours away but you’ll get there before sunrise.

“I’ll get there in a few hours, baby. Try to get some rest.” You tell him before you hang up the phone. And just as you promised you were in his house within hours, hugging him as he cried. He finally fell asleep in your arms, and you fell asleep shortly after. 

Around six in the morning, he randomly wakes up, and you wake up as well. He pecks your lips before he says, “I want to marry you.”

“I want to marry you too.” You answer. Things change up and he becomes the big spoon before you both fall asleep again. Satoru is woken up and he sees his mother in the doorway, enraged at the sight.

“Satoru! My office, now!” She yells, and he’s forced to get up and follow behind his mother, who has taken the loss of her husband quite well.

After his father’s funeral, you go back to college and try to check up on Satoru as much as possible. He’s more distant than ever. He isn’t bothering to even text you back anymore, which you understand since he needs time to process everything. 

A month after everything, you receive a call from Satoru out of nowhere. You think that he’s slowly going back to normal, and you exit the bathroom to calmly take the call. When you pick up the phone, you immediately hear his gloomy voice,

“Hey…”

“Hi, baby. How have you been holding up?” You respond. The last time you received a text from him was three days ago. “Are you back–”

“I’m fine– Oh I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt.” He says. 

“Oh no. It’s fine. I’m glad to hear that you’re fine.”

“How have you been?”

“I’ve been feeling sick. I think I might be–” You begin but he cuts you off.

“I haven’t been feeling my best, and I think we should take a short break.” He says, and your heart drops. “I love you, but I don’t think I’m in the right headspace to be in a relationship.”

“Oh– Okay… Okay.” You feel the tears well up before you hang up the phone, not letting him say anything else. You doubt he has much to say anyway. You’re about to take a seat but then you remember the test in the bathroom, and you’re forced to walk back inside to read the results. 

You gasp, a tear escaping your left eye before you grab it and throw it in the trash.

You’ll wait before breaking the news to Satoru.

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。2:09 AM — GOJO SATORU. (rich boy! au)

contents. college au!, rich boy! gojo, established relationships, alcohol consumption (gojo), mentions of his rude dad tryna break y’all up >:(

it’s test night. meaning you have a very important test that will heavily weigh on your grade coming up at 8:30 am sharp. gojo should know not to bother you—you’ve told him at least one million times (maybe one billion) that you absolutely will not be coming over.

but judging by the insistent knocking on your door, he’s failed to listen to your warnings and decided to come to you instead. so you decide you’re going to kill him as soon as you open that door—you’re going to walk up, open the door, cup his cheeks and take one last good look at that beautiful face, and then you’re going to kill him and bury him somewhere where no one will find him.

except when you open the door, ready to scold your painfully irritating boyfriend, you’re greeted by his best friend instead. geto has gojo slung over his shoulder with a tired enough look on his face that you almost feel bad for him even after he’s ruined your sleep. almost.

“it’s two am,” you say, unimpressed. gojo perks up as he hears your voice, slurring your name as he tries to take a step towards you—if not for geto’s arm around his waist, you’re pretty sure your boyfriend would face plant onto the floor.

“yes, and i’ve dealt with him until this long. it’s your turn,” geto grumbles.

“just take him home, i don’t want him,” you wrinkle your nose. gojo whines in disbelief, still too drunk to stand on his own two feet or form proper words. you raise a brow and then promptly decide to ignore him.

“well, i don’t want him either,” geto huffs, “and he doesn’t want to go home. he went at it with his father again.”

“then make him sleep in his car.”

“he’s your boyfriend,” geto insists.

“he’s your best friend. you’ve known him longer.”

“you know him just as well,” he argues, “plus, you fuck him. that’s way more than what i do.”

“suguru!” you sputter, earning a sly grin from the dark-haired jerk standing before you—maybe you should kill both of them and hide their bodies in your freezer.

but then again, your tiny freezer in your run-down apartment that you can hardly afford as a tired, overworked college student couldn’t possibly fit two oversized men with abnormally large limbs. so instead, you offer geto a not-so-appropriate hand gesture (that he graciously returns) and grab gojo from his arms.

and instantly, gojo brightens.

“baby!” he slurs, kissing your cheeks with sloppy, scattered pecks. you crinkle your nose at the smell of alcohol surrounding you as soon as he enters your personal space.

“he’s your problem now,” geto mutters, rolling his eyes at the headache he’s had to supervise for the entirety of the night. you suppose you can feel a little bad for him—but only a tiny bit.

“wanna crash on the couch?” you ask sympathetically. it earns a soft smile from geto before he shakes his head.

“nah, i’ll go home. thanks.” with an affectionate flick to your forehead, he turns and walks back to his car, leaving you with the lanky, drunken mess leaning half his body weight on you.

you really should kill gojo satoru—and you should do it before 8:30 am.

“didn’t i tell you i have a test?” you grumble, dragging him to your bedroom.

he flops unceremoniously onto your mattress, snuggling with the stuffed bear by your pillows. and you should stay strong, but before you can help it, you smile softly at the sight.

“i won this for you,” he grins, his sunglasses crooked and falling to the tip of his nose. you grab them from his face and set them on your nightstand.

“yes, i know,” you roll your eyes, “i was there.”

“you kept it,” he giggles, words still slurred and messy.

“yes, satoru,” you snort, “i kept the stuffed bear my boyfriend won me. it’s not a surprise.”

“‘s right,” he nods, “‘m your boyfriend. best one you ever had, huh?”

“sure,” you sigh, pulling him by the arm to sit up. he puckers his lips as soon as his face is close enough to yours, looking at your expectantly.

“gimme a kiss. i need a kiss,” he demands.

“satoru, you’re drunk,” you sigh, trying to work the sweaty button-up off his body, “and you smell like beer.”

gojo is well built—he doesn’t seem like it because he’s a bit lanky and has an awful sense of fashion that doesn’t do his figure any justice, but he’s well built. you try your best not to stare at the sculpted abs and the curves of his pecs—especially not the slight sweatiness of the skin that makes it almost glisten.

nope. you keep your eyes trained on him, not his shirtless torso.

except gojo satoru is nothing if not observant even in his drunken stupor—he grins that shit-eating grin of his that you hate so much but fall in love with every time, noticing the way your eyes wander back to his chest every few seconds for a fleeting glance.

“you don’t have’ta sneak a look, baby,” he slurs smoothly, chuckling, “‘m all yours. wanna feel?” and because he’s an asshole, he grabs your hand and lays it flat on his chest. “i’ve been working out with suguru. can you tell?” he winks.

“no,” you say flatly, pushing him back onto the mattress once you’ve worked his shirt off, “now sleep.”

“can’t sleep unless i’m in boxers,” he pouts, “can you take my pants off for me?”

and he even dares to bat his long, unfairly pretty eyelashes at you, putting on his best innocent face. you see past him, though—you see the smirk he tries to hide and the amusement in his clouded eyes.

you’re definitely going to hide his body in your freezer.

“you’ll live,” you huff.

“please,” he pouts deeper, “can’t sleep in these. too uncomfortable.”

“fine,” you hiss, and for a brief moment, you mourn the sleep you should be getting right before the most crucial midterm of your life.

you glare at his cheeky grin as you work his belt off, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down his legs, grumbling curses under your breath. this time, you make careful work not to stare at his lower half—you refuse to give him the satisfaction.

“are you ready for sleep now, your highness?” you ask with a raised brow. he giggles and nods, holding an arm out for you.

“c’mere.”

and….well, you can’t exactly complain once you’re nestled comfortably in his arms, cheek pressed against the bare skin of his chest. his arm wraps around your body tightly, pulling you close as he plants a wet kiss on your forehead.

“you’re a handful,” you sigh, “did you bother suguru too much?”

“nope,” he shakes his head, “i was on my best behavior.”

“you’re never on your best behavior,” you grin, rolling your eyes. and because you love him, even when he calls you as you study and crashes your apartment as you try to sleep, you lean up and kiss his jaw sweetly, making him hum happily. “goodnight, satoru.”

“you forgot to say i love you.”

“i hate you.”

“so mean,” he whines, making you giggle.

“i love you,” you murmur, “i’ll love you a whole lot more if you let me sleep for my test.”

“kay,” he yawns, wrapping his arms tighter around you, “i love you too.”

it’s silent for a bit, just the steady breaths from gojo and the loud air conditioning ringing in the distance. you’re sure he’s asleep from the way his chest seems to rise and fall under your cheek slowly—until he speaks up quietly, almost as if he doesn’t want you to hear.

“‘m never breaking up with you,” he whispers, “promise. no matter what that old man says.”

you hold your breath as his warm lips press against your forehead—you’re certain he thinks you’re asleep, and you’re also certain that you were never meant to hear those words in the first place. so you swallow, trying not to give away that you’re still very much awake and very much aware of his words.

and then it hits you—suddenly, you remember the way gojo refused to go home, the way geto mentioned he’d gotten into an argument with his father. it clicks all at once that the subject of this argument must’ve been you—gojo’s father has never been subtle about his disapproval, and it’s no secret he’d greatly prefer that the heir of his company stopped dating someone entirely out of his realm—someone like you.

“you’re it for me,” he mumbles softly. you think he sounds a bit more sober as he speaks the words against your forehead—and for a moment, you think that gojo is it for you too. 

maybe you’re not so mad about your sleep anymore. maybe, as he kisses your forehead one last time, as his breath slowly evens out and his grip loosens slightly around your body, you fall in love with gojo satoru a little harder. 

stab dadjo and stan suguru ‼️

ps here’s a little part 2

[kirisharkima]

Geto: Can we turn the light on?

Gojo: I don’t need to, you’re the only light I need in my life.

Geto: Satoru please, I can’t see.

[kirisharkima]

hi! could you please do something related w/ rich!geto please? idk like being childhood besties with him and how their relationship (meaning from bff to lovers) would blossom after he becomes heir of the company,, have a nice one i love your writing <3

Rich bf! Geto

A/N: STOPPPP this is such a cute idea I love it! 😮‍💨💗 also this finally pushed me out my comfort zone since I’m always writing 20 chapter long slow burns instead of writing it in one 🤣

You guys became friends when you were 13-14. Awkward teens who spotted each other on the way to school. Geto saw you shoving 2-3 chicken nuggets in your mouth while running to school. It was hilarious in his eyes. To satisfy his curiosity of you, he offered you a ride on his bike, which you easily agreed to, but in return the raven haired boy started to call you ‘chicken nugget’. And since then you were attached to the hip.

You were Geto’s sweetheart, his dearest friend. The slightly strange but sweet girl who he didn’t miss a chance to hang out with, whether it was sneaking your cowardly ass out of class, or giving you a ride home.

And even as you both grew up, and hit puberty, the affection only grew stronger. But now there were butterflies that would grow when your eyes would meet. Or when he’d catch a glimpse of your cute smile, or when your eyes would land on his broad chest when he pulled you for a hug.

Geto always knew he had feelings for his favourite chicken nugget girl, but he didn’t believe he deserves you.

“Bro what do you mean you don’t deserve her? She wants you too bro, trust me” Gojo would reassure him, but that’s because he didn’t understand. Nobody understood how perfect you were, and how he didn’t want to fall short of being perfect for you.

And so at night, while staring at a picture he took with you from a tacky photo booth, he’d promise to make you his girlfriend that day he graduates and takes over his dad’s company. The day he is rich and powerful enough to give you the world.

And so the raven haired man continued life, knowing his ulterior motive. Mastering his degree, shadowing his father at the firm, making connections.

But he’d also watch you continue life too, slightly different to his. He’d scroll through your Instagram, watching your average life with some average nameless men.

It didn’t affect him though, you could post with as many of these basic, nameless men, but he already knew you were each other’s endgame. Till fate brings you back to him, he’ll wait through your phases.

And one day, fate was delivered.

Geto: hey, sorry to hear about your breakup nugget

Your eyes widened like saucers. It’d been a while since you spoke to your first love, Geto. Sometimes you’d imagine if life would be different if you were brave enough to confess to him. You wish you didn’t simply hold hope to the words he uttered the day he moved away for uni.

‘One day, I’ll come back for you’

His voice was so soft, and his smile so sweet, yet it seemed like a distant dream now.

You cant help but laugh at the nickname he kept for you dearly ever since you were kids.

‘Thanks’ you reply casually. Not expecting his following text.

Geto: I’m back in town soon. You free to meet up doll?

At a rooftop cafe, as the sun set, the newly appointed CEO held your hands dearly, whispered sweet nothings and made confessions of love.

And the rest was history.

It wasn’t long until Geto convinced you to move into his penthouse. Holding your hand is he guided you through the luxurious place.

Placing his chin on your shoulder, “this is your home now doll” he says.

Being the girlfriend of the rich heir Geto was peaceful. You’re his pretty angel that he loves to spoil, he never wants you to be sad or deprived of anything, especially since he’s now a millionaire.

He loves taking you to buy luxurious dresses, but he always wants you to wear it again once you’re home. With a tilt of his head and a sly smile, he’ll shamelessly encourage you to change in front of him, eyes like a hawk as he seats himself on a chair watching you undress, softly muttering dirty thoughts, making you flustered as you change.

Even as he completes paperwork at night, you’re seated on his lap. His large hand caressing your thigh, sometimes slipping his hand underneath your silk night dress to make you blush.

He’ll also occasionally look away from the work to appreciate your sleepy face, smiling before encouraging you to sleep on his lap, nudging your head onto his shoulder, kissing and cooing you enough to fall asleep in his warm muscular arms.

“Goodnight angel”

[kirisharkima]

Gate… close.

Wendell Berry / Tim Seibles / James Baldwin / Mahmoud Darwish / Mary Oliver / Mahmoud Darwish / Octavio Paz / Madeline Miller / Florence + the Machine / Trista Mateer / Ocean Vuong / Akutami Gege, Jujutsu Kaisen

[kirisharkima]

Happy Valentine’s Day

[kirisharkima]

jujutsu kaisen is about two men with such godawful personalities that they are literally the only people who can stand each other. and then they break up and decide to make it everyone else’s problem

[kirisharkima]

On the train

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SEASON 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!