The sounds of their voices could be heard, and their laughter echoed down the stairs. Looking at the clock and realizing it was past 11:00, it was impossible for your father to be sober. Your college paper was due at midnight, which explained - at least in part - your presence in the dining room at that late hour.
His voice was deep, he too must have had a few drinks. It was Thursday, and like every week, your father liked to go out for a few drinks with his colleagues, to celebrate the difficult weekends. The door to the living room opened slightly and your hands stopped on the keyboard. You saw your father enter first, followed by his colleague, dressed in a neutral-toned suit, as usual, and a sky-blue shirt with two buttons open. His tie was loose around his neck and his jacket over his shoulder. His raised sleeves let appear the beginning of his biceps. You curled your fingers in the hollow of your palms until you could feel your nails digging into your skin. Every time the same story, every time you saw this particular colleague, you couldn't help but close your legs tightly, feeling the friction of clothes on your intimate part. You could feel a strong contraction in your panties letting a wave of pleasure travel through you.
“Kento! Kento!” your father shouted, certainly waking up the whole neighborhood. “Come in”
Your father met your eyes, and you could see the long process in his eyes before he realized you were awake and in the living room. You always were. Every Thursday, on your doorstep upstairs. Seeing them walk down the hallway to the living room just to catch a glimpse of him.
“What the hell! Aren't you supposed to be in your room?" your father asked.
You pointed to your computer screen, letting him know that you were finishing writing a paper.
Nanami Kento was behind you, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, with a mischievous smile on his face. Your breathing stopped, filling your chest with air, and your head with obscene thoughts. Like every Thursday.
Your father rocked one foot on top of the other before staggering over to the mini bar next to the sofa. He poured himself a drink and looked at Nanami, who made big eyes.
"You know I like to drink, but this is going too far, even for us.
Your father chuckled, sounding like a kid, and collapsed on the sofa, almost spilling the drink. You clicked your tongue, because you knew that it would be up to you to drag him to his room in less than an hour. By the time you returned your gaze to your focus of interest, Nanami had left her position and was now inches away from you, infusing your oxygen with her enticing scent.
“What are you studying tonight?”
The way you’re shaped.
“Just a paper that I have to give before midnight”
He smiled and you could see the inside of his shirt, the way his collarbone danced across his body to the beginning of his pecs. This man was far too fine not to admire him and not to imagine every night how he could thrust into your tight pussy.
His cologne tickled the beginning of your nostrils, and you absolutely could not concentrate, knowing that he was now looking at what you could write.
"I've always hated turning in work.
He said cutting off the torturous silence. He pulled the chair next to you and looked at you, resting his head on his hand.
"You were always very serious. For as long as I've known you, now almost six years? you were always working in silence, like tonight."
That's not true. Most of the time he was at home you'd go and hide under your sheets since you were 18 before licking your fingers and slipping them under the laces of your panties, dreaming of his fingers.
"Looking forward to finishing college?"
"Not really... Considering I don't know what I'm going to do next."
He tilted his head back and crossed his arms behind his head before drawing a small smirk on his face tired from the long day he had just had. You could admire the way his body stretched. You would have given anything for you to get down on your knees now, pull that zip off his beige pants, to release what was definitely on a thick cock.
“Not long ago, I was just like you. So, I kinda know what you mean by that”
Were you really going to have that talk?
“And did you? Find yourself I mean…”
Nanami didn’t answer. He got up and stretch himself before resting his hand on the top of your head and leaned towards you.
“You got it kiddo; you’ll get there at one point”, he replied with a large and tired smile.
You stopped breathing for a second and whole new person took over you. You turned to him before placing a heavy kiss on his pink lips.
He backed off and looked at your father completely wasted on the couch, his glass between his legs. Nanami’s first concern wasn’t the kiss then, but your father. You shut down your computer in a clap and got up. Your heavy step towards him. Nanami turned to you showing a concern look. “I didn’t mean it that way…” he tried to say but you pushed him on the chair he was occupying – maybe regretting to have left it – seconds ago. You placed a leg on each side of his and sit on him like it was a regular thing between you.
His face turned red, and he placed his hands on your lower waist to keep you in place. His eyes turned once again towards your father, but without a word you locked his chin between your fingers to make him look at you. The man who was talking about future minutes ago was speechless.
“Say” you started, licking his cheek, feeling the beginning of an unshaven beard, “did you know that every time you were coming home, with my dad, I was moaning your name in my bed, thinking how good you could make a mess of me”.
You saw his Adam’s apple make a quick jump. His hands were still on you, holding tight. You slowly started rocking yourself on him and saw his eyes dropping towards your belly and under. Oh, he was starting to feel good. His hands were guiding you closer to the bulge forming at the edge of his pants. It was almost forceful. The chair was cracking under both of your weights. You let your tongue out again before putting it in his mouth that this time didn’t try to remove it. Your kiss was sensual and hot, you felt his dancing with yours and caress each other. Little moans from each of you came out, but neither broke the kiss. Your rhythm took a faster pace, and the kiss became messier. His hands started to go down on your butt and squeezed it switching between a firm and a soft grip.
You broke the kiss, letting a stray of saliva still connecting, at the touch of his hands. Nanami wasn’t shy anymore, he let a behavior he didn’t know he had out and slide his hands inside your shorts feeling the skin of your ass. You dive again in this face licking his chin up to his mouth and rolled your tongue with his. Nanami placed his hands under your butt to get up and repositioned himself on the chair so that your clothed pussy would make contact with his eager cock. You could feel your nipples getting harder with excitement.
“Touch me” you let out between your wet kisses. His cold hands caress your burning body and lock themselves on your tits, massaging them softly. He lifted the blue T-shirt you were wearing to see what he was thinking.
“No bra?”
“I’m at home why would I need one?”
He smirked and placed his mouth on your right nipple and his fingers were on the others. Your moans were encouraging him, and he could feel him twitching inside his pants.
You put your unoccupied hand on his needing part, and he clench his teeth on your nipple.
“It’s going to be difficult to back away if we go that way”
“Who said I wanted to back away when I waited years for that?”
“Years?”
“In my dreams you make me cum more than once, do you think you’ll be able to?”
You were playing, he didn’t know what kind of game, but he was too far gone in it to really think about it.
“You’re driving me mad, I’m too old for that”
“Each ones turn” you replied before unzipping his pants.
“Stop” he pointed your deep asleep father.
“So, you’re worrying about that now?”
"I was worrying about that since the beginning in fact”
He zipped back his pants, put you on the table, and looked at you.
“Fuck”, he kissed you. “I’ll need you to show me your room”
You jump from the table. He took his vest and followed you up the stairs.
You entered the room and for the first time the man of your fantasies was behind you. He locked the door and pushed you on it, your back at his disposal. He slowly put his hand under your shirt to feel your skin before removing it completely. While his hands were now wandering on your belly, almost at the begging of your pants, his tongue made contact with the middle of the back making you shiver. He could see your goosebumps as his sensual caresses danced on your skin. His right hand held the door strongly while the other one dived into your pants to meet your already soaked panties.
“This should be illegal” he said showing you his fingers wet of your pleasure. He played with his index and middle finger to show you the trickle of juice that had formed between them, before repositioning them where you wanted them most. You bent over in pleasure to give him more room to do his fast back and forth. Your ass touched the beginning of his erection, reassuring you that he wanted it as much as you did.
The quick movements of those fingers left behind obscene noises, and you shook your legs to let your pants slide down. Nanami used that brief moment to unzip his and let his cock, twitching with excitement, out. He tightened your now-naked-thighs to leave a short space where he inserted himself, gently but easily with the help of your cum that soaked the opening of your legs. You lowered your head to see the tip of his dick appearing and disappearing every time he would go back and forth between your thighs. You could feel his impatience as his movement became messier. His head was so close of your ears that you could hear his little breath and moans of “ah” making you even more excited. Even the creaking floor of the stairs indicating that your father was on his way to his room didn’t slow Nanami down in his quick and dry movements. His cock, with a large vein in the middle that you could spot even from where you were standing, was stroking your clit perfectly. His lips were moaning your name and you could swear to God that it could make you came right now with only his voice.
You heard your father calling you from outside the room.
“I’m going to bed, baby. Have a great night and don’t stay up late too much, ok?”
Well, that was going to be difficult as his best friend and colleague was doing his best to make you cum. You saw a vein pop up on his right hand on the door and you licked it to make him relax a little bit.
You wanted to answer your fathers’ good night, but you were also trying your best not to get caught. Finally, you heard his door room open and closed and you let your voice out, a little bit.
Nanami was massaging your tits while his cock was still driving you mad.
“Bed” you managed to say between two moans.
He withdrew his wet cock from his precum and your juices and lifted you up before pressing you against your bed. His pants were leveled at his knees, and you found this insanely attractive. The eagerness.
He left up your legs and hold them tight as he pushed his dick once again between them chasing his orgasm. His hair was going everywhere, and you were there for it. Your eyes became blurry with the fog escaping from your mouth and your own climax arriving.
You could feel his cock enlarge and each time his – full and heavy – balls smacked the back of your legs he was moaning “cumming”, louder and louder until you felt tips of cum running on your skin and some of them jump on the middle of your belly.
His groans were mesmerizing, and his speed didn’t slow down. You could feel your wave coming and as you were moaning more and more, Nanami place his thumb on your clit and draw little circles on it.
“God! Yes!” you screamed before letting go, toes curling and legs shaking.
He withdrew before searching in his back pocket his wallet. He got out a condom and before he could open it you smashed it away from him.
“Eh eh, what are you trying to do?” he asked you.
“We’re not gonna put this thing when I waited for years to feel you deep inside me”. As the words came out, his dick regained some energy.
“Are you clean?” you continued.
He smiled, “Who are you taking me for? I’m not concerned about that but more about here” he said before placing a hand on your belly.
“I wouldn’t mind” you answered.
“We’re not going there”
“I know, but I want your cum in me, as deep as you can until it will overflow, so what are we gonna do?”
Once again, his dick twitched at the words.
“And I think you want it too” you finished putting a finger on his tip, circling on it. He pinched his lips and you saw him take a deep breath before pressing you into the mattress. His half-opened shirt let you see a ring still attached to a silver chain. You stopped your hand, which took him by surprise and contemplated his chain.
"She's not part of my life anymore" he said cutting off your thoughts.
You didn't answer and looked at him. His hair was completely disheveled, and it was the first time you had seen him like this. What had she done to him? Who could be the woman abandoning the man you had dreamed of kissing since you were 18? Crazy, you thought.
"You need to be taken care of, right?” you started.
"What?"
"I can be the little woman who waits for you every day when you come home from work"
You slowly settled down on his thighs and left your panties aside so that his fully erect cock could make contact with your private part.
"I can be the little wife who waits for you on the stairway quietly"
Nanami grinned with anticipation as your pussy slowly settled on his cock which entered slowly, without need of preparation as you were so wet.
"I don't..." his sentence was cut off by his moans of pleasure that took more and more space "need that".
His hands surrounded your hips to freeze you on top of him before letting his torment take over and give a sharp blow of pelvis to rush deep inside you.
"Ah!" you cried out in pleasure feeling him reaching almost immediately the best gummy part of you.
You gently pushed him on your bed so that he was under your weight, vulnerable to your movements. The shadow of the streetlight outside illuminated your skin and offered a brilliant picture to Nanami.
You placed your hands on his torso to lift yourself up before letting yourself fall completely until you felt his filled balls hit your ass.
"God" he moaned. He continued to caress your hips, gripping more and more to keep from losing control. Your bouncing breasts offered a hypotonic view for Nanami who slowly got up before locking one of your nipples in his mouth and continuing to enjoy your comings and goings on him. His cock explored your parts and continued to work its way in, with each stroke of Nanami's hips. His tip was caressing the entrance of your cervix and you were feeling heat waves that could easily make you delirious. His tongue continued to play with your left nipple, and you ran your hand through his hair to let him know that the massage was doing you good. His little pelvic thrusts turned into dry hip ones, making you lose your balance.
The position was reversed and Nanami was on top. You made a sad face letting your displeasure show.
"I want to be the one who takes care of you” you stated.
"And you think that what is happening now is not?"
"I want to leave such an important trace in your memories that you will think of me as much as I think of you".
"You are already in my thoughts you know? And that's why I have to get you out of my head, or I'll get trapped and do something bad"
"If it's me you can do anything you want".
"No, I can’t, and you know it. You are my best friend's daughter.
He closed the discussion by placing his mouth on yours and letting his tongue find yours. Like two lovers who hadn't seen each other for so many years his tongue captured yours and didn't pull out until he was fully inside you.
"Lock me up in your house and never let me go again” you continued.
He smiled, revealing a Nanami you didn't know. A smile that could terrify some people. A possessive Nanami. He positioned himself in front of you and lifted your legs to provide a narrower entrance and began to pound without measure. His balls slapped against the juices dripping down your thighs and your moans grew in size.
Daddy, Mommy, discover me, you thought. Once the relationship was discovered you would have nothing to hide, and you could be the little housewife waiting for her master.
"There! There! Ye-s! So good!" you cried.
Nanami pressed more and more on your legs, your knees almost in front of your face and his cock strokes took a wild rite. His grunts echoed and you printed them as they echoed around the room. Your old bed creaked with each coming and going and that turned you on even more. Your fingers were desperately looking for something to close on in order to hold you but in vain.
Your name in his hoarse voice was music to you and the more his moans intensified, the more he could feel your pussy tightening around his twitching cock, almost reaching its climax. He could see you seeing the stars and be almost inert as the pleasure took over your body. Your orgasm was traveling through every part of your body leaving you out of control.
He rested your legs and pulled your arms to put you on a sitting position, on top of him. He repositioned himself to finish his deep pounds into you.
"Fuck. Fuck, fuck..."
He could feel himself coming, so hard and all he wanted to do was let his cum sink into you, pregnant or not, he didn't care. He wanted to paint you from the inside and mark his name on your tender skin.
"Cumming" he moaned without stopping to bury himself in you, your cum flowing over his cock. "Cumming!"
"Inside! Please, please! I want everything inside!" You screamed desperately, wrapping your legs around his hips so he wouldn't escape.
"Yes! Oh! Yes!" he grunted before thrusting deep inside you, letting out a big ah of satisfaction feeling his cum slide inside you. He gave a few thrusts with his hips to make sure he didn't slip out anytime soon. Your tongue hanging out you felt his hot cum filling you and smiled letting a line of saliva run down your mouth which he caught with a flick of his tongue.
His forehead was soaked with perspiration and his shirt was transparent after the efforts of that night. He laid your naked, wet and burning body on your bed.
"Take me home with you"
"You are at home" he answered
"My home is where you are”
He laughed at your innocence and kissed you one last time.
"You are playing dangerous games. If you continue, I'm going to kidnap you and never let you be with the people you love.
"Then I'll have won everything because I only see you"
He clenched a fist before releasing it and slipped the blanket over you, in which you quickly wrapped yourself like a hibernating animal.
He quickly put his clothes back on and took one last look at you before exiting your room as if he had never been in. Nanami disappeared with the slow closing of the door and vanished as the light from the hallway seeped into your room. Everything would be alright all you had to do was waiting for next Thursday, like always. Right?
It’s funny how there is always a specific fandom on each social media I use — like here I can see that there are more people who like JJK than AOT and on tik tok for exemple it’s the contrary — just me here saying some facts lmao
⇴ This part contains Smut!! Be aware of that please.
⇴ Enjoy !
He was sitting at the table in silence. Plates placed as usual one for you and one for him. His head was in his arms, thinking and thinking. When he came back around 7 am, after wandering around the neighborhood and stopping at the nearest cafe, he found a little paper on the door letting him know that the door was opened. So careless, he thought imagining the idea of someone finding it before him.He was sitting in silence at the table in silence, thinking about how he would be able to collect the little piece of trust you had in him that he broke earlier this morning. His thoughts cut sudenly hearing the door of your room slowly opening and your heavy footsteps. He stood up, making his chair flicker. You were rubbing your belly, hearing growl of hunger, before meeting his eyes. One second and two seconds passed before you said calmly "Good mornnin'" with your sleepy voice.
He nodded, before sitting back and getting up again.
- Morning.
- You forgot your keys, you continued.
- I did. Thank you for the memo on the door by the way, he cleared his throat.
You entered the kitchen and took the kettle. You shook a little bag of coffee powder and poured it into a cup, you took a second bag and poured it into another cup.
- Coffee i suppose? you asked
- Yes but... uhm can we talk.
You placed your hands on the counter and turned to him.
- I will first then.
He nodded energetically.
- You have to stop drinking that much if you cannot control yourself.
He looked at you shoked that it was your first thought.
- You cannot talk to me the way you did yesterday.
- I won't
- I want to go back to the way we were so I'm erasing from my mind what happened yesterday.
- I... can't because I did something that I won't forgive myself. I hurt you and...
He paused and breathed. He left the table and went to the kitchen to join you.
- Listen, I need to tell you something. I do not care about a lot of things. I usually do things my way and try at least to not bring people in the way I am. But you. You... are in my way but not in the negative part. Hum. His throat was burning. I can't help to care about you and to be sure that everything is alright around you.
- But that is not your job.
- I know but I... can't help it. I don't know what came over me, and it won't happen again, that I can promise you, but I can't just forget and, yes I want you to forget to let me live here... because I like what we have together, but I want to be sure, that you know, that I care about you. And the fact that I hurt one of the most important... I...
You lowered your head. You wanted also that, the idea of him staying, it was comforting. You nodded and smiled, making his heart lighten a little bit.
- Coffee?
-Coffee, he smiled back.
When you turned your back and heared him go back to the living room, you let out the breath you've been holding for a few minutes now. Yes, he had hurt you, but not in the way he thought. He had triggered something in your heart that you thought you didn't want to grow and that was the most painful part. Becoming aware.
The silence was so thick between you, almost touchable. You were siting next to each other and the gaze upon you was heavy.The only thing you could notice was the laugh. Oh, she was trying her best to not laugh.
- So you wanted more? Shoko asked.
- I didn't say that.
She almost died on her inspiration from her electronic cigarette. You looked at her seriously and snatched it from her.
- Hey! she screamed between two coughs.I don't want to mock, but be honest two seconds, it's hilarious.You felt something in your belly right? she asked tickling you.
- What the fuck are you trying to say?
- You're so rude when it comes to him God, try to be discreate about your feelings or he will discover them.
- There is no such thing as a feeling. That's what I'm trying to say.
- Ok but when you asked him to stop it wasn't about the act right? It was about the situation.
Maybe? You had every right to ask him to stop. He wasn't in the right state and you weren't okay with his manners.
Shoko shook her head in despair.
- I don't want you to get hurt, nor him by the way. But if the feelings that developped in your coochie...
- Shoko!
- Then that means maybeeee, you want something more of all that. Try to be clear with that because in the end, if both of you won't talk about what you feel... it's not going to end well.
You knew that. You really knew that. But you didn't have a clue of to figure out what was going on in your head.
You ended up again in the Café where Geto worked, without really knwoing why. The decor - although ugly - was reassuring.
His eyes were, from across the room, locked on you. Something was on your mind and he could tell just by looking your gesture around your tea, nearly shy to dive into it. His shift was ending in less than two minutes and he was still asking himself if it wasn't too much to come talk to you and offer you to pass some time together. After all, you met 24 hours ago, but something triggered in his mind and he couldn't shake it off.
- Are you alright? he finally asked at the end of the two minute. You didn't touch it.
You met his gaze and kindly smile. That was low of you, he thought.
- I don't know why I came so I was wondering about that. But yeah, I'm fine, are you finished?
- I am.Do you have some time, do you want to go walk a little bit?
- I would love to actually.
- Let me grab my vest and we can go.
Silently but not awkwardly, you walked side by side near the river, the one ending in the ocean that was at the entrance of the city.
- We had a fight, if you were wondering...
Could you really call it a fight?
- About what?
You stopped. Maybe it wasn't a good idea talking about that with his best friend. You didn't want them to go in a argument over something you cleared up earlier.
- Minor things about his behavior... Netherless, it's stuck in my head in a bad way and I didn't know where to go so I came here.
You looked at him and for a second you realized that maybe the situation was weird.
- Geto, I'm sorry, it's weird isn't it?
- What do you mean?
- We know each other since what... a day? And here I am running to your workplace when I don't feel at ease.
You had a way to make his heart twist. A day, yes, but it came fast to him, the realization, that he saw this encounter as something more, at least to him... he wanted to believe it.
- You know, a lot of friendship starts like that. A weird way, I mean. Because you decided to sit next to eachother, because you asked a weird question, because you laughed at a bad joke, all of theses situations will always be odd at first, but who cares?
- Still... I am have to manage what is developping in my head or else I would be a burden for you.
Both of them actually.
- Can I say something that could actually sound cheesy? he asked, making you raised your head.
You were already there, seeing the your building in the background.
- Confide in me, he started. Rely on me.
He took your cheek in his hand. It was cold and at the same time so warm. You wanted to hear this. But the little voice inside your head was singing these words "not from him".
From afar, Gojo just left his previous appartment that was in an impeccable state, as if the accident never happened. The temperature had become cooler making him shiver slightly. He looked towards the road to watch the beautiful sunset that was slowly falling and dipping the city in a particularly soft orange. The honeyed colors fell on your hair.
Again that unhealthy feeling grew in Gojo's stomach. His hand. His hand was on your cheek and you didn't fight back. Did he know less about your relationship with Geto than you said? Were you more than just acquaintances who "just happened" to meet? He was sick. That was the only answer he had to his stomach, which had suddenly become very tense.
The key turned into the lock and he could hear you talking to Geto. So what now, you won't come home alone? Never again? Gojo stood up and greeted both of you. He let you saying goodbye to Geto and make your way into your room. "Smells good!" you screamed from your room.
Gojo looked at your door closed and run towards the entrance. Geto wouldn't be far. He called him from the stairs, where his best friend turned to him with a large smile.
- Yo what's up! Geto said.
Gojo looked at him silently.
- What is she to you? he asked without restrain. After all, he had every right to know, he was his best friend.
-What? he asked scratching his head
- You heard me man, common...
Geto took two stairs up towards him.
- It's going to be weird, but I don't know.
- Please don't, don't do that.
-Do what?
-Falling in love with her.
- Okay, Gojo, some strong words. I didn't say that I loved her.
- But you didn't say you didn't like her.
- What does it matter? Geto asked.
-Because if it's you, she would have every reasons to run to you.
Geto looked at him puzzled.
-You're the goal. You are.
Not me, he thought.
- Please find someone else, not her. Everyone but you... he finished before turning back to the appartment.
He felt that the dinner was dragging on. Billie Eilish album in the background was playing. This ill-timed song began.
♫"What the hell did I do?
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through"♫
You talk about the moment of the day when you had seen Shoko, saying that she was always so annoying, without really mentioning the background of your discussion.
♫"Up all night on another red eye
I wish we never learned to fly"♫
The moment of the day you had to help an old lady because the cars weren't stopping at the stop signs.
♫"Maybe we should just try
To tell ourselves a good lie
I didn't mean to make you cry"♫
He could hear you mumble the words of the song. The sensations that sailed through Gojo's body were unbearable. It was growing more and more. He was looking at everything on you. Your clothes. Your mouth. Your hair. Your eyes. Everything in this room was making him sweating. It was too hot.
♫"There's nothin' you could do or say
I can't escape the way I love you
I don't want to, but I love you"♫
He let a little laugh escape.
- It's just like if you're saying you're loving me right now... he said.
-Wh...at? you asked stunned by the words.
Too hot. Gojo got up so abruptly from the table that you slid your yogurt spoon down onto your pajama pants.
Did the gods want to play with him right now?
-Fuck, you mumbled, trying to wipe the white stain from your stocking. Look what you did!
Oh, he was watching.
He left the living room in the direction of the bathroom.
- I don't feel well, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. I'm sorry.
You watched him leave the room without saying a word.
Gojo leaned against the door. Shit, shit, shit. His hand slipped under his jogging suit and he came out with what had been writhing in pain for the last few minutes. He slid his hand along his cock frantically, his weight braced against the door, sliding it out, so that he ended up on his knees on the cold bathroom floor. He thought about last night, about your body under his. His hand continuing its back and forth over his stiff dick. His little moans were starting to grow into whimpers of complaint. He wanted it to be yours that encircled his cock, that it was your tongue that brought him to pleasure, that it was your body that stirred under his penetrations. Oh it was too much. He lifted himself up with all his weight and stepped into the shower abruptly, letting the water run over him, both to calm him down but also to mask his growing moans. His speed was accelerating. He tilted his head back, leaving "ahs" echoing in the bathroom. The obscene sounds of his gestures on his cock had faded under the pressure of the shower.
-Fuck, fuck, he wanted to scream your name.
The temperature of the water was frigid and ran down his frame, yet nothing changed the burning frenzy inside him. He could feel it twitch between his fingers and he applied more and more pressure. He was going to cum using your laughter and your voice, your face and your body as material, and God, it had been so long since he'd had to masturbate in this way. His grunts intensified to the point of release. He placed his left hand on the wall and his right hand finished with slow movements, letting his pleasure fade into the shower drain. Dammit.
Now the stain slightly erased you recovered the things on the table and proceeded to arrange them in the kitchen. The dirty dishes in the sink and the fresh products in the fridge. It was rare for Gojo to leave the dining room without saying anything and without putting anything away. Maybe he was really sick.
You walked past the bathroom and heard unusual sounds coming from the room. You tried not to pay attention, but you couldn't deny that the sounds you were hearing were moans, and not from pain. The feeling you had last night came back and ran through your body.
Who was he thinking of? Was that why he wasn't talking at the table? Was his mind elsewhere? To someone?
~ ah ah ah ~
His moans were particularly bewitching. The sudden sound of the shower surprised you and you locked yourself in your room.
What had just happened? How could you still look at yourself in the mirror after trying to kill Gojo in a moment of initmity? Despite your disappointment with yourself, you couldn't help but feel that warm, lustful feeling come over you. You slumped down on your bed, slipped your hand under your pants and felt your desire transpire on your fingers. You slid one finger in and then two easily. Fuck, it was too good. You could hear her moaning in your ear. Like it was you he wanted, always. You imagined him on top of you, whispering your name, longing for you. Your fingers continued to insert themselves quickly into you. You let your imagination take control. His inside you, thick and precise. He would know where to aim. You could feel your juices slowly flowing down your thighs. What you felt was an aphrodisiac wave. You moved your thighs up to give him more access to your intimacy.
You were completely raving. He was in the room with you, taking you to a powerful orgasm. More, you wanted more. You wanted him inside you. Let him fuck on your own bed, let him bang on the wall to wake up the cranky neighbor. You wanted to scream his name and ask him to go harder. Your head was buried in your blanket and you took a small piece of cloth in your mouth to hide your moans.
Quickly, awkwardly, his fingers touched your pleasure spot. Your name on his lips.
-Go-jo... you whispered. There, there...
You were speeding up - he was speeding up - you could feel yourself coming. More, more. You wanted his heat not yours.
The wave of your orgasm washed over you, without respite, you felt your legs shake, your toes curl.
You let the warmth went away, only to leave you alone in the dark room, all sweaty.
♫"Maybe won't you take it back?
Say you were tryna make me laugh
And nothin' has to change today
You didn't mean to say, "I love you"
I love you and I don't want to"♫
Out of breath, a little tear in the corner of the eye. You were falling in love with him, and denying it was lying.
⇴ This part contains Smut!! Be aware of that please.
⇴ Enjoy !
He was sitting at the table in silence. Plates placed as usual one for you and one for him. His head was in his arms, thinking and thinking. When he came back around 7 am, after wandering around the neighborhood and stopping at the nearest cafe, he found a little paper on the door letting him know that the door was opened. So careless, he thought imagining the idea of someone finding it before him.He was sitting in silence at the table in silence, thinking about how he would be able to collect the little piece of trust you had in him that he broke earlier this morning. His thoughts cut sudenly hearing the door of your room slowly opening and your heavy footsteps. He stood up, making his chair flicker. You were rubbing your belly, hearing growl of hunger, before meeting his eyes. One second and two seconds passed before you said calmly "Good mornnin'" with your sleepy voice.
He nodded, before sitting back and getting up again.
- Morning.
- You forgot your keys, you continued.
- I did. Thank you for the memo on the door by the way, he cleared his throat.
You entered the kitchen and took the kettle. You shook a little bag of coffee powder and poured it into a cup, you took a second bag and poured it into another cup.
- Coffee i suppose? you asked
- Yes but... uhm can we talk.
You placed your hands on the counter and turned to him.
- I will first then.
He nodded energetically.
- You have to stop drinking that much if you cannot control yourself.
He looked at you shoked that it was your first thought.
- You cannot talk to me the way you did yesterday.
- I won't
- I want to go back to the way we were so I'm erasing from my mind what happened yesterday.
- I... can't because I did something that I won't forgive myself. I hurt you and...
He paused and breathed. He left the table and went to the kitchen to join you.
- Listen, I need to tell you something. I do not care about a lot of things. I usually do things my way and try at least to not bring people in the way I am. But you. You... are in my way but not in the negative part. Hum. His throat was burning. I can't help to care about you and to be sure that everything is alright around you.
- But that is not your job.
- I know but I... can't help it. I don't know what came over me, and it won't happen again, that I can promise you, but I can't just forget and, yes I want you to forget to let me live here... because I like what we have together, but I want to be sure, that you know, that I care about you. And the fact that I hurt one of the most important... I...
You lowered your head. You wanted also that, the idea of him staying, it was comforting. You nodded and smiled, making his heart lighten a little bit.
- Coffee?
-Coffee, he smiled back.
When you turned your back and heared him go back to the living room, you let out the breath you've been holding for a few minutes now. Yes, he had hurt you, but not in the way he thought. He had triggered something in your heart that you thought you didn't want to grow and that was the most painful part. Becoming aware.
The silence was so thick between you, almost touchable. You were siting next to each other and the gaze upon you was heavy.The only thing you could notice was the laugh. Oh, she was trying her best to not laugh.
- So you wanted more? Shoko asked.
- I didn't say that.
She almost died on her inspiration from her electronic cigarette. You looked at her seriously and snatched it from her.
- Hey! she screamed between two coughs.I don't want to mock, but be honest two seconds, it's hilarious.You felt something in your belly right? she asked tickling you.
- What the fuck are you trying to say?
- You're so rude when it comes to him God, try to be discreate about your feelings or he will discover them.
- There is no such thing as a feeling. That's what I'm trying to say.
- Ok but when you asked him to stop it wasn't about the act right? It was about the situation.
Maybe? You had every right to ask him to stop. He wasn't in the right state and you weren't okay with his manners.
Shoko shook her head in despair.
- I don't want you to get hurt, nor him by the way. But if the feelings that developped in your coochie...
- Shoko!
- Then that means maybeeee, you want something more of all that. Try to be clear with that because in the end, if both of you won't talk about what you feel... it's not going to end well.
You knew that. You really knew that. But you didn't have a clue of to figure out what was going on in your head.
You ended up again in the Café where Geto worked, without really knwoing why. The decor - although ugly - was reassuring.
His eyes were, from across the room, locked on you. Something was on your mind and he could tell just by looking your gesture around your tea, nearly shy to dive into it. His shift was ending in less than two minutes and he was still asking himself if it wasn't too much to come talk to you and offer you to pass some time together. After all, you met 24 hours ago, but something triggered in his mind and he couldn't shake it off.
- Are you alright? he finally asked at the end of the two minute. You didn't touch it.
You met his gaze and kindly smile. That was low of you, he thought.
- I don't know why I came so I was wondering about that. But yeah, I'm fine, are you finished?
- I am.Do you have some time, do you want to go walk a little bit?
- I would love to actually.
- Let me grab my vest and we can go.
Silently but not awkwardly, you walked side by side near the river, the one ending in the ocean that was at the entrance of the city.
- We had a fight, if you were wondering...
Could you really call it a fight?
- About what?
You stopped. Maybe it wasn't a good idea talking about that with his best friend. You didn't want them to go in a argument over something you cleared up earlier.
- Minor things about his behavior... Netherless, it's stuck in my head in a bad way and I didn't know where to go so I came here.
You looked at him and for a second you realized that maybe the situation was weird.
- Geto, I'm sorry, it's weird isn't it?
- What do you mean?
- We know each other since what... a day? And here I am running to your workplace when I don't feel at ease.
You had a way to make his heart twist. A day, yes, but it came fast to him, the realization, that he saw this encounter as something more, at least to him... he wanted to believe it.
- You know, a lot of friendship starts like that. A weird way, I mean. Because you decided to sit next to eachother, because you asked a weird question, because you laughed at a bad joke, all of theses situations will always be odd at first, but who cares?
- Still... I am have to manage what is developping in my head or else I would be a burden for you.
Both of them actually.
- Can I say something that could actually sound cheesy? he asked, making you raised your head.
You were already there, seeing the your building in the background.
- Confide in me, he started. Rely on me.
He took your cheek in his hand. It was cold and at the same time so warm. You wanted to hear this. But the little voice inside your head was singing these words "not from him".
From afar, Gojo just left his previous appartment that was in an impeccable state, as if the accident never happened. The temperature had become cooler making him shiver slightly. He looked towards the road to watch the beautiful sunset that was slowly falling and dipping the city in a particularly soft orange. The honeyed colors fell on your hair.
Again that unhealthy feeling grew in Gojo's stomach. His hand. His hand was on your cheek and you didn't fight back. Did he know less about your relationship with Geto than you said? Were you more than just acquaintances who "just happened" to meet? He was sick. That was the only answer he had to his stomach, which had suddenly become very tense.
The key turned into the lock and he could hear you talking to Geto. So what now, you won't come home alone? Never again? Gojo stood up and greeted both of you. He let you saying goodbye to Geto and make your way into your room. "Smells good!" you screamed from your room.
Gojo looked at your door closed and run towards the entrance. Geto wouldn't be far. He called him from the stairs, where his best friend turned to him with a large smile.
- Yo what's up! Geto said.
Gojo looked at him silently.
- What is she to you? he asked without restrain. After all, he had every right to know, he was his best friend.
-What? he asked scratching his head
- You heard me man, common...
Geto took two stairs up towards him.
- It's going to be weird, but I don't know.
- Please don't, don't do that.
-Do what?
-Falling in love with her.
- Okay, Gojo, some strong words. I didn't say that I loved her.
- But you didn't say you didn't like her.
- What does it matter? Geto asked.
-Because if it's you, she would have every reasons to run to you.
Geto looked at him puzzled.
-You're the goal. You are.
Not me, he thought.
- Please find someone else, not her. Everyone but you... he finished before turning back to the appartment.
He felt that the dinner was dragging on. Billie Eilish album in the background was playing. This ill-timed song began.
♫"What the hell did I do?
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through"♫
You talk about the moment of the day when you had seen Shoko, saying that she was always so annoying, without really mentioning the background of your discussion.
♫"Up all night on another red eye
I wish we never learned to fly"♫
The moment of the day you had to help an old lady because the cars weren't stopping at the stop signs.
♫"Maybe we should just try
To tell ourselves a good lie
I didn't mean to make you cry"♫
He could hear you mumble the words of the song. The sensations that sailed through Gojo's body were unbearable. It was growing more and more. He was looking at everything on you. Your clothes. Your mouth. Your hair. Your eyes. Everything in this room was making him sweating. It was too hot.
♫"There's nothin' you could do or say
I can't escape the way I love you
I don't want to, but I love you"♫
He let a little laugh escape.
- It's just like if you're saying you're loving me right now... he said.
-Wh...at? you asked stunned by the words.
Too hot. Gojo got up so abruptly from the table that you slid your yogurt spoon down onto your pajama pants.
Did the gods want to play with him right now?
-Fuck, you mumbled, trying to wipe the white stain from your stocking. Look what you did!
Oh, he was watching.
He left the living room in the direction of the bathroom.
- I don't feel well, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. I'm sorry.
You watched him leave the room without saying a word.
Gojo leaned against the door. Shit, shit, shit. His hand slipped under his jogging suit and he came out with what had been writhing in pain for the last few minutes. He slid his hand along his cock frantically, his weight braced against the door, sliding it out, so that he ended up on his knees on the cold bathroom floor. He thought about last night, about your body under his. His hand continuing its back and forth over his stiff dick. His little moans were starting to grow into whimpers of complaint. He wanted it to be yours that encircled his cock, that it was your tongue that brought him to pleasure, that it was your body that stirred under his penetrations. Oh it was too much. He lifted himself up with all his weight and stepped into the shower abruptly, letting the water run over him, both to calm him down but also to mask his growing moans. His speed was accelerating. He tilted his head back, leaving "ahs" echoing in the bathroom. The obscene sounds of his gestures on his cock had faded under the pressure of the shower.
-Fuck, fuck, he wanted to scream your name.
The temperature of the water was frigid and ran down his frame, yet nothing changed the burning frenzy inside him. He could feel it twitch between his fingers and he applied more and more pressure. He was going to cum using your laughter and your voice, your face and your body as material, and God, it had been so long since he'd had to masturbate in this way. His grunts intensified to the point of release. He placed his left hand on the wall and his right hand finished with slow movements, letting his pleasure fade into the shower drain. Dammit.
Now the stain slightly erased you recovered the things on the table and proceeded to arrange them in the kitchen. The dirty dishes in the sink and the fresh products in the fridge. It was rare for Gojo to leave the dining room without saying anything and without putting anything away. Maybe he was really sick.
You walked past the bathroom and heard unusual sounds coming from the room. You tried not to pay attention, but you couldn't deny that the sounds you were hearing were moans, and not from pain. The feeling you had last night came back and ran through your body.
Who was he thinking of? Was that why he wasn't talking at the table? Was his mind elsewhere? To someone?
~ ah ah ah ~
His moans were particularly bewitching. The sudden sound of the shower surprised you and you locked yourself in your room.
What had just happened? How could you still look at yourself in the mirror after trying to kill Gojo in a moment of initmity? Despite your disappointment with yourself, you couldn't help but feel that warm, lustful feeling come over you. You slumped down on your bed, slipped your hand under your pants and felt your desire transpire on your fingers. You slid one finger in and then two easily. Fuck, it was too good. You could hear her moaning in your ear. Like it was you he wanted, always. You imagined him on top of you, whispering your name, longing for you. Your fingers continued to insert themselves quickly into you. You let your imagination take control. His inside you, thick and precise. He would know where to aim. You could feel your juices slowly flowing down your thighs. What you felt was an aphrodisiac wave. You moved your thighs up to give him more access to your intimacy.
You were completely raving. He was in the room with you, taking you to a powerful orgasm. More, you wanted more. You wanted him inside you. Let him fuck on your own bed, let him bang on the wall to wake up the cranky neighbor. You wanted to scream his name and ask him to go harder. Your head was buried in your blanket and you took a small piece of cloth in your mouth to hide your moans.
Quickly, awkwardly, his fingers touched your pleasure spot. Your name on his lips.
-Go-jo... you whispered. There, there...
You were speeding up - he was speeding up - you could feel yourself coming. More, more. You wanted his heat not yours.
The wave of your orgasm washed over you, without respite, you felt your legs shake, your toes curl.
You let the warmth went away, only to leave you alone in the dark room, all sweaty.
♫"Maybe won't you take it back?
Say you were tryna make me laugh
And nothin' has to change today
You didn't mean to say, "I love you"
I love you and I don't want to"♫
Out of breath, a little tear in the corner of the eye. You were falling in love with him, and denying it was lying.
