[baniiv]

You’re bouncing on his cock, hips slamming down hard enough that the wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the bedroom, when Satoru lets out a muffled sound.

“Mmmfgh-!”

His head is thrown back against the pillow, snowy hair sticking to his damp forehead, eyes rolled halfway up in pure bliss. Your worn black panties are stuffed between his lips, the crotch pressed right against his tongue so your scent and taste flood his senses with every desperate inhale. He’s lost every ounce of composure, he's a whimpering, trembling mess beneath you.

It had started barely twenty minutes ago in the laundry room.

You’d walked in absentmindedly, only to freeze at the sight of Satoru hunched over the hamper, face buried in the same pair of your dirty panties he’s gagging on now. His blindfold was pushed up, cheeks tinted prettily, cock rock-hard and twitching visibly in his sweatpants as he inhaled you like he’d die without it. He’d startled when he saw you, pulling the fabric away with a quick, surprised blink of those striking eyes.

“Well… fuck,” he’d said, a low chuckle slipping out even as his cheeks stayed faintly warm.

“Didn’t expect you to be back so soon...”

You’d felt your own face burn, surprised and a little embarrassed by the scene before you. Instead of scolding him, you’d stepped closer, plucked the panties from his fingers and dragged him to your shared bedroom.

Now he’s paying for it in the best way. You brace both hands on his broad chest, nails digging into pale skin and ride him harder, lifting until just the fat head of his cock stretches your pussy, then slamming back down, again and again.

His muffled moans vibrate against the fabric in his mouth, drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His hands clutch the headboard above him exactly like you ordered, knuckles white, veins standing out on his forearms as he fights the urge to grab your hips and fuck up into you.

“Such a needy boy, sniffing my dirty panties like a pervert.”

He whines loudly around the gag, hips jerking helplessly beneath you. His cock throbs violently inside your clenching heat. You don’t let up, grinding in tight, nasty circles that rub your clit perfectly against his base while your walls squeeze him tightly.

His whole body suddenly goes rigid. A desperate cry tears from his throat, muffled by your panties, as he starts to squirt, hot clear fluid floods deep into your pussy. It’s filthy, warm and slippery, leaking out around his shaft with every frantic twitch of his hips. He shakes hard through every spurt, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, moaning as he’s completely lost in the pleasure.

You keep grinding on his cock, hips rolling desperately as the warm, messy load he squirted inside you pushes you right over the edge. Your pussy clenches hard around him, thighs shaking as you cum with a soft moan, slick gushing out to mix with his own fluids and dripping down his balls on the sheets.

Panting, you slow down and gently pull the soaked panties from his mouth. He gasps for air, chest heaving, lips swollen and shiny. You brush his white hair from his forehead, still seated on his cock.

“You knew I was coming,” you murmur, watching his face. “You let me catch you on purpose.”

Satoru meets your gaze, still flushed and breathing hard. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his swollen lips.

“Yeah… I knew,” he admits, voice rough and smug.

“Wanted you to walk in on me like that. Wanted you to take over and fuck me stupid.” He lets out a breathless chuckle.

Smiling, you lean down and kiss him.

“You're so dirty...” you whisper. He shivers under you, that smirk still on his lips as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Only for you."

[baniiv]

The most vulnerable you’ll ever catch Megumi is completely naked, stretched out on top of you with nothing between your bare skin and his, just like right now.

His weight feels perfect, heavy in the best way, chest pressed flush to yours so you feel every breath he takes. One of his hands cradles the side of your face, thumb stroking slow circles over your cheekbone, while the other grips your hand tightly. His cock is buried deep inside you and he rocks into you with these slow thrusts that drag against every sensitive inch. He’s never in a rush. Never.

“Megumi…” Your voice comes out shaky as he pushes in again slowly. Your walls flutter around him and he lets out this quiet breath against your neck.

“Shh.. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, voice low and a little rough. He pulls back until just the tip is stretching you open, then sinks back in so deep your toes curl. Every thrust is thought through, his hips rolling in this steady rhythm that grinds his pelvis against your clit on every downstroke. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, breath hot against your skin.

“Look at me.”

You do. Those dark blue eyes are half-lidded and locked on yours. He squeezes your hand harder and thrusts a little deeper, angling his hips until he hits that spot that makes your back arch. A soft, needy sound slips out of you, he swallows it with a slow kiss, tongue brushing yours like he’s tasting how good you feel.

“Fuck, you’re... so perfect,” he whispers against your lips. Your thighs tremble around his waist, yet he doesn’t speed up, he just keeps that same devastatingly slow pace, grinding in circles while he’s buried into you, letting you feel every inch of him stretching you, worshipping you. Your free hand slides down to grip his ass, pulling him closer and he makes this low sound in his throat.

“Yeah… just like that.” He presses his forehead to yours, breathing with you as the pleasure builds heavy in your belly. Every time he pulls out, your pussy clenches like it doesn’t want to let him go. Every time he pushes back in, you feel so full it borders on too much. You’re getting close, your legs are shaking, your breath is coming in short gasps. Megumi notices, of course he does. He shifts just a fraction, changing the angle and starts rocking into that perfect spot over and over, still slow but firmer now.

“Come on,” he says quietly, voice strained. “Let me feel you. I want to feel you come around me.”

It hits you hard, waves of pleasure crashing through your body as your pussy spasms tight around his cock, soaking him. You moan his name into his shoulder, nails digging into his back as he keeps moving through it. Only then does he let himself chase it. His thrusts get a little deeper, a little less controlled, hips stuttering as he buries his face in your neck.

“I love you,” he breathes. “Fuck… I love you.”

He comes with a quiet groan, cock pulsing inside you as he fills you up. He stays there afterward, your bodies still locked together and breathing hard.

Because Megumi never fucks. He loves. And when he loves, he makes sure you feel every single bit of it.

[baniiv]

Gojo fucking loves when you dominate him.

He’d die before admitting it to anyone else, but with you? He doesn’t even try to hide it. The second you tie his wrists behind his back with his own blindfold, his pants are ready to burst. Right now he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, breathing a little too fast. His cock is standing up thick and flushed, leaking all over his stomach. Well, no wonder, he’s been edged for hours.

You’re straddling his thigh, one hand slowly jerking him off while the other is tangled in his messy white hair. You kiss him deep, mixing your spit with his. And every time he moans into your mouth you squeeze his needy cock a little tighter.

“S-shit.. baby.” he gasps against your lips. Gojo tries to thrust up into your fist but the way his arms are tied behind him makes it hard. He just ends up twitching helplessly. You smirk and stroke him faster, thumb swirling over his leaking tip, spreading the mess around. The wet, filthy sound of your hand pumping his slick cock is loud in the quiet room.

“You’re so fucking hard,” you murmur, biting his bottom lip. “Look at you.. legs spread and leaking everywhere like a slut.”

Gojo lets out a shaky laugh that turns into a groan when you twist your wrist just right.

“Only for you,” he breathes, trying to sound in control of the situation but failing miserably. His hips jerk again. “Fuck… your hand feels too good.”

You keep making out with him messily, while you jerk him off nice and tight. Long strokes from base to tip, then quick, nasty ones focused on the head. Gojo’s thighs start trembling under you. His breathing is fucked up, little whimpers slipping out between kisses. You pull back just enough to watch his face. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes glassy and his lips swollen. God, he's beautiful.

“Gonna cum already?” you tease, speeding up your hand. Gojo bites his lip, trying to hold it together, but his cock is throbbing hard in your grip.

“Don’t stop- fuck.. please don’t stop,” he whines, forehead pressed to yours. The cocky bastard is actually begging now.

You kiss him again, swallowing every sound as you stroke him faster. Gojo’s whole body suddenly goes rigid. His abs flex hard and he lets out this desperate moan right into your mouth.

He squirts.

Hard.

Clear fluid shoots out of his cock in messy, pulsing jets, splashing all over your hand, his own chest and your thigh. It just keeps coming while you keep jerking him through it, milking every drop. Gojo is shaking, moaning like he’s losing his mind, hips jerking uncontrollably as he makes a complete mess.

You don’t stop until he’s twitching and oversensitive, whimpering softly against your lips.

When you finally slow down, he’s panting, face buried in your neck, body still trembling from the aftershocks.

“Fuck…” he rasps, voice hoarse. A weak, breathless laugh escapes him. “I made such a fucking mess.”

You kiss the side of his head, still slowly stroking his spent cock.

“Yeah, you did,” you whisper. “And we’re not even done yet.”

Gojo shivers, but there’s a lazy, satisfied grin on his face when he looks up at you.

“Haah... I like the sound of that.”

[baniiv]

The day had been exhausting and the delayed bus only made it worse.

While waiting for the bus, you and Megumi sat on the cold concrete in the middle of nowhere, hungry, freezing and, as mentioned before, tired as hell.

Still, Megumi couldn't help but find it adorable how hard you fought to stay awake. Every few seconds, your head would droop before you forced yourself back up, determined not to fall asleep.

Eventually, the bus arrived, and the two of you managed to grab seats at the back. It hadn't even been a minute before you were fast asleep against Megumi's shoulder.

He didn't know what to do.

It wasn't like you were some random stranger leaning on him. You were his lover, goddammit. And yet he still couldn't shake off the nervousness.

It had always been like this. He'd never been good at expressing himself, especially when it came to physical affection. He figured you didn't want to overstep his boundaries, which was why you never initiated a hug or maybe even a kiss. You'd once told him you didn't mind because your relationship wasn't built on physical affection alone.

And he appreciated that. Truly.

You'd been together for so long and not once had he ever felt uncomfortable around you. You were always so considerate, always making sure he felt at ease. Even so, moments like this happened.

Suddenly, the urge to pull you into his arms and never let go became almost unbearable.

But he held himself back. Initiating physical contact had never come naturally to him.

As his thoughts continued to spiral, his hand moved on its own. Without even realizing it, his fingers found yours. He gently slipped his hand into your tired one, giving it the smallest squeeze as warmth spread between your palms.

His eyes widened.

He would've never expected himself to do something like this. Yet somehow the thought of letting go felt far worse.

So he stayed still.

Without noticing, his head slowly rested atop yours as it lay against his shoulder.

When he heard your usual stop announced over the speakers, he knew this quiet little moment would soon come to an end.

And to be honest, he couldn't bear the thought. When would you guys get another moment like this?

He didn't move and simply sat there, watching your intertwined hands as the bus rolled right past your stop.

The ride continued.

Unconsciously, he began matching your slow, gentle breaths until the two of you breathed in perfect sync.

Your perfume lingered in the air, filling his senses, while the warmth of your body rested comfortably against his side.

If Megumi were to die right then he was certain he'd do so completely at peace. His long lashes lowered as he looked at the peaceful smile on your sleeping face, wondering what kind of dream had brought it there.

Just as he considered closing his own eyes, the bus driver had other plans...

"Ladies and gentlemen, please make sure to exit the bus. This is our final stop. Thank you for choosing our service."

You jolted awake at the announcement, blinking in confusion as you looked around, clearly forgetting where you were. Then your eyes landed on Megumi, panic immediately washing over your face.

"Shit! We fell asleep! Oh my God, we actually missed our stop!"

Startled by your sudden burst of energy, Megumi simply nodded.

The two of you thanked the bus driver before stepping off into the quiet night.

"Ugh, what are we gonna do? It's too late for public transport, that was the last bus! And we can't just walk, it's way too dark! Should we call a taxi or..."

Megumi quietly watched as you rambled through every possible solution.

A pang of guilt settled in his chest. He had purposely let the two of you miss your stop.

But at the same time he couldn't bring himself to regret it. Holding your hand had been worth every second.

Wait...

Holding your hand...

His heart nearly stopped.

You were still holding hands.

"Let's just call Gojo," you continued. "I don't wanna spend my last bit of money on a taxi. Seriously..."

You finally looked over at him.

"Hm? Megumi, what's wrong? Why are you so stiff? Are you worried about how we're gonna get back to the dorms? Don't worry, Gojo will be here in no time and-"

"Hey..."

His voice came out quieter than he intended.

"I... really like this."

His thumb brushed gently against yours.

"Holding hands... I mean... we should do it more often."