AS MUCH AS I WANTED TO FUFILL YOUR WISH I COULDNT STOP MYSELF FROM MAKING scenemo king!gojo insteadš„¹ HOPE U LIKE IT AND THIS IS HIGHKEY MY FIRST TIME POSTING MY ART >_<
when FIRELORD ZUKO takes a liking to AVATAR AANG'S mysterious new BRIDE.
TORN BETWEEN TWO ROADS ! ā aang x reader x zuko
PLOT. republic city is finally at peace, and katara allows herself to hope that maybe now, after everything, she and aang can finally become something real. but when aang returns after eight months, he isnāt alone. he comes back with you at his side, introducing you as his wife. suspicious yet helpless, his friends do their best to welcome you, even as nothing about this sudden marriage makes sense. but while everyone else keeps their distance, one person doesnāt. and perhaps Zuko gets a little too comfortable with the avatarās new wife.
CHARACTERS. AANG and ZUKO.
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, smut, angst, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps. reader is 21, dark themes, sexual assault, mentions of rape (not aang or zuko dw), established relationship, yearner aang, infidelity, depression, mentions of suicide, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not canon compliant to legend of korra, wip.
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CHAPTER ONE
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps. reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang but follows the characters, not canon compliant to legend of korra, not proofread.
CHAPTER TWO
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps. reader is 21, established relationship, mean sokka (no hate for him please, i am just a bitch hahah), little arguing (lowkey fight), fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.
CHAPTER THREE
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, some 'arguing' with zuko, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps, reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.
CHAPTER FOUR
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, smut, angst, hurt with comfort, small argument (i don't think it even counts), penetration sex, no protection (do they even have protection?), my own version of plan b used, pregnancy talks, slightly insecure reader (regarding katara), takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps, reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, kinda proofread.
CHAPTER FIVE
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, implied sexual assault, fight with zuko, zuko is kind of a prick ngl, protective aang, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps, reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.
CHAPTER SIX
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, blood, stab wound, cauterization, lots of fire, a little tension, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps, reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.
CHAPTER SEVEN
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, slight panic attack, a very bad injury (not detailed), takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps, reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.
Summary: Being the tutor of frat boys Eren Jaeger and Satoru Gojo has gotten you quite a few jealous stares, but they were nothing more than hot acquaintances to you. That changes when they both invite you to a frat party they're hosting.
Content: College au, fratjo, frat!eren, fem reader, alcohol usage, characters are tipsy, making out, oral sex, spit, cum eating, choking on dick, penetration, no condom, kind of an Eiffel Tower?, positions are weirdly placed, yumihisu mentioned, mostly proofread
A/N: Art by @mochikuyo on Twitter!
WC: 3k
Eren Jaeger and Satoru Gojoātwo of the most well-known men throughout your entire college campus. The reasons for their popularity weren't all good, but most were decent.
The two were notorious frat boys, ones that would throw parties that would have students talking for days after they took place. Having attended a few, you could admit they were pretty exciting. Eren and Satoru were both fun and pretty nice, at least to you.
To be fair, they sort of had to be nice to you. You were their sweet tutor who took time out of your day to help them in categories they struggled with academically. The pay you received from them was pretty nice as well.
Eren on Tuesdays, Satoru on Thursdays. Maybe an extra day thrown in if either one had an exam coming up.
Now, both men were seated in front of you, personally inviting you to their frat party on Friday night to make certain you would show up.
"I'm confused." You started, crossing your arms. "Why are you inviting me in person? People usually just show up to these things."
"Because inviting you in person would make you feel for compelled to attend." Eren answered, leaning forward in his chair. Satoru nodded in agreement.
After taking a moment to recall on whether or not you had anything planned tomorrow night, you sighed. "Alright, I'll be there. Do you mind if I bring a friend?"
"Not at all!" Satoru clapped his hands together, a small grin on his face. "The more people, the better. Bring whoever you want."
Starting to slide your textbooks into your bag, you gave the two a small nod.
"Okay, then. I'll see you both tomorrow." You exited the library after giving Eren and Satoru a wave, heading to your dorm. It felt a bit odd to you that you got some special, personal invitation. Perhaps you were overthinking the whole thing; it was just a party.
"Ymir!" You called to your roommate as you entered your dorm. She was by herself, which was a shocker; she was almost always with her girlfriend, Historia.
Ymir looked up from her phone, turning it off. "What's up?"
"Do you want to come to Eren and Satoru's frat party with me tomorrow? You can bring Historia if she wants to come."
Ymir raised an eyebrow, lips turning up into a small smirk. "Eren and Satoru? Those two boys you tutor? What, did they personally invite you or something?"
"They did, actually." Leaning against the wall, you give Ymir a look. "Do you think I'm some loser with no social life?"
"It's not that, it's just they don't really invite people. They just go around advertising their little party knowing people will come."
Ymir was right about that, no doubt. "Whatever. Are you two going to come with me or not?"
Ymir stands up, turning her phone back on. "I'll text Historia about it right now. The answer is probably going to be a yes."
"What do you think I should wear?" You say after a beat of silence. Ymir shrugs, not looking up from her screen.
āWear something youād wear to a party, I guess.ā She said it like the words seriously provided some form of help. āThat little tight minidress seems fitting.ā
That was a good option, also one of your only few options. You would opt for it, though.
āHistoriaās going. Sheās going to stop by here tomorrow so we can all go together.ā
āAlright, nice.ā You go to sit on the edge of your bed. Ymir glanced over at you with eyes that said your conversation wasnāt over yet.
āSo,ā Ymir says, as if reading your thoughts. āYou have to like one of the boys, no way you donāt. Do you like both?ā
āWhat? Of course not. Theyāre nice friends, of course. But I canāt see myself getting into anything intimate with them.ā
Ymir chuckles, but that quickly turns into loud laughterāan obvious sign she thinks youāre bullshitting.
āI promise you, tomorrow night youāre going to be getting undressed by at least one of them. Go to their dorm, though, because Iāll be in here with Historia.ā
āDo you seriously thinkā¦?ā Your voice dies down; youāre not in the mood to argue with Ymir and her delusions.
She doesnāt budge on the matter. āTwenty bucks says you donāt sleep with one of them. Forty if itās both.ā
Itās not a good idea to feed into Ymir and her stupid little bets by any means, but part of you wants so badly to prove her wrong. āFine.ā
āYour poor wallet.ā She frowns sarcastically, laughing to herself as she goes back to texting Historia, probably telling her about the whole bet.
It didnāt matter; Ymir could tell whoever she wanted. You were going to win this bet.
The air was buzzing with the faint scents of alcohol and weed, the bright, colorful lights so flashy you swore you would have had a seizure if you were epileptic.
Ymir had an arm slung tightly around Historia's shoulders, keeping her smushed against her side as she eyed the crowded party, as if she was searching for any danger.
"Glad you made it!" A deep voice rang out from your right. It was Eren; he was heading over with Satoru, who was clenching a cold beer in his fist.
It was now your noticed how absolutely ripped they were. I mean, you acknowledged it before, sure, but something about this stuffy, hot setting made their biceps look more appealing to the eye.
"I swear you guys made this bigger and louder than all the last." You snap out of your daze, scratching the back of your neck, awkwardly looking to the side. "Oh! I brought my friends, Ymir and Historia."
Moving to the side so the boys could get a better view, you notice Ymir glance warily at Eren and Satoru.
"Hi! I think I've only ever talked to you both once before! This is great!" Historia was practically beaming, giving them a wave that was much too friendly for Ymir's liking.
"I'm glad you think so!" Satoru smiles, and Ymir rolls her eyes.
"Alright, Historia and I are going to go get drinks." Ymir starts to leave but pauses to say something to Eren and Satoru first. "By the way, I'm marrying her. So back off."
The three of you laugh simultaneously, watching the two girlfriends walk off; Eren directs his attention back to you.
"Nothing study-related tonight, got that? You're here to have fun." Satoru nods in agreement.
"Fine by me, as long as you two stay by my side. It's quite rowdy in here." You gesture to the loud group of partying kids.
Satoru slings his arm over your shoulders, starting to walk with you while Eren trails next to him.
The music became louder the further you got in, to the point you were wondering how such a loud sound came from one speaker. Eren has a drink in your hand before you even think to ask for one.
After two beers, you slowly started to become looser on your feet, gently swaying to music while Eren and Satoru danced with you, encouraging you to move more.
The room started to become hotter and somehow even more crowded, but your mind was starting to fuzz--you didn't even notice more people joining the party.
Two drinks turned into four, four turned into who knows how many. The only thing your mind is currently processing is the two hot, ripped men in front of you, sweaty and just as drunk.
Eren's hands are gripping your waist from behind, grinding your ass against the bulge in his jeans. Satoru in front of you both, phone in hand, recording the whole interaction.
"You're so warm." Eren breaths into your ear, lips faintly touching the skin. Despite your sweat, his words send a shiver down your spine. Eren gives you a gentle nudge away from his crotch, wanting to save cumming for later.
"Go give Satoru some love, babe." Satoru's phone is in his pocket as soon as he sees Eren nudge you towards him.
He pulls you into his chest, and now your lips are on his. The kiss is bitter-tasting and messy, spit pooling at the corner of your lips while Satoru's tongue works inside of your mouth.
You moan into Satoru's mouth, arms wrapped around his neck. Your head is pounding; you don't know if it's because of the deafeningly loud bass in your ears, the alcohol, or the sudden desire for sex. What you do know is that it's becoming hard to endure.
"My head..." pulling away, you point to your skull. Satoru takes the hint, motioning for Eren to come closer.
"Our girl has got a little bit of a headache." Eren looks down at you, taking another sip of his beer.
"Let's get her out of here, then." Eren grabs your hand, leading you and Satoru to the exit.
The pounding throughout your head comes to a still once you step away from the party. Eren's hand is still gripping yours, Satoru taking the liberty of placing one on your back.
"Satoru... come here." You mumble, attempting to bring Satoru's lips back to yours. He almost lets you kiss him, but is stopped by Eren.
"Slow down, both of you. Let's at least go back to my dorm."
Pouting, you let Eren pull you away from Satoru. The walk up to Erenās dorm is a drunk mess, the three of you stumbling over nothing an embarrassing amount of times.
Breathing a sigh of relief when you enter Erenās dorm, you kick off your shoes, inviting yourself to go lie down on his bed.
Eren and Satoru look down at you, hungry eyes roaming over your body, as if plotting how the rest of the night would go. Catching their gazes, you sit up.
āCome here, both of you.ā
Both boys are sitting at your sides immediately, eager eyes boring into your face. Your gaze flicks between their faces as you decide which one you should go for first.
"Eren, stand up. You're going to watch for a minute."
Eren's mouth opened to complain, but he reluctantly agreed. He got up off the bed, arms crossed as he looked down on you and Satoru.
Tugging at your short dress, you pull it up and off your body, leaving you half naked for Satoru. He swallowed nervously, cocky demeanor from earlier gone once he saw you in nothing but undergarments.
You unclasp your bra, letting your tits fall free. Satoru and Eren's eyes are fixed on the soft flesh; Satoru wants to touch, but he doesn't dare to. Not yet.
"You have a good tongue." You murmur into Satoru's ear, moving to lay back on Eren's bed. His cheeks were bright red, understanding the task you wanted him to complete even with his hazy mind.
Swallowing hard, Satoru got down between your legs, staring at your clothed pussy.
"Come on, Satoru. Are you scared?" Impatience growing by the second, you tugged at your panties, egging him to pull them off the rest of the way.
Not wanting to hear shit from Eren, Satoru reached up, sliding your panties to the side; that was all that was needed for him to eat you out.
Satoru pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in slow circles that had soft whimpers falling from your lips. Your noises gave him courage, and his mouth was latched onto your pussy just mere seconds later.
His warm tongue slid in and out of your wet hole, tastebuds tingling with the taste of your slick. Both of your hands were tangled in his soft hair, tugging every time his tongue did something right.
"Ngh... right there, right there..." You whispered, the pitch of your pretty voice growing higher with every skilled flick of Satoru's tongue.
Eren was watching with wide eyes, palming his erection through the fabric of his jeans. He was painfully hard, wanting nothing more than to fuck you full of his cum.
"You c-can take those off, E-Eren." That's all he needs to hear before his shaky hands are fumbling with his belt, tossing it onto the floor. Eren shoves down his jeans and boxers, hard cock springing free.
Satoru's mouth is still working hard against your cunt, tongue as deep as physically possible. He's nothing short of pussy-drunk, his eyes closed while he ate you out like it was animalistic instinct.
His hips were grinding down into the mattress in search for friction against his cock, while your hips were bucking up into his mouth. Eren's hand was working fast on his cock, languid up-and-down motions producing loud sounds of skin-against-skin.
"S-Satoru, I'm close, fuck! I'm gonna cum!"
Satoru tilts his head to the side at your words, giving himself a better angle to bring you to climax. Soft, small praises leave his lips, muffled against your folds.
"Cum for Satoru, baby." Eren mutters from the sidelines, hand coming to a slow on his dick. He didn't want to cum, not yet; he was only going to finish if it was inside you.
With a loud cry, your sticky cum floods Satoru's waiting mouth, coating his lips and chin. He pulls away when the pace of your breathing becomes steady again, his cum-covered lips a pretty sight.
Satoru licks his lips, savoring the flavor of your arousal. Eren walks over, running two fingers up your sensitive folds, bringing them to his lips. He sucks them clean, nodding at the taste.
"You taste as good as you look." Eren chuckles, obnoxiously smacking his lips.
"Eren, do you think we could all fit on your bed?" You sat up, raising an eyebrow. Eren shrugged.
"We'll make it work, sweetheart. Whatever you want."
Joining you both on the bed, Eren flipped you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto all fours.
"Get in front of her, Satoru." Eren nodded up towards the top of the bed. It was a tight fit, but the proximity only added to the sexual tension.
Eren hoisted your panties from your side, down to your knees, leaving you fully bare for him from behind. In front of your face, Satoru was undressing his lower half, cock free and quite intimidating.
You could feel the fat tip of Eren's cock prodding your ass from behind, precum glistening on the skin of your ass. Satoru's erection only seemed to grow as he looked down at your dilated pupils and confident expression; you were certain you could take both boys at the same time.
Eren slid his large cock in between your asscheeks, waiting for you to take his best friend's dick into your mouth.
Satoru inched forwards, the tip of his cock barely grazing your lips. Eyes glazed over, you took his length into your mouth.
"Good girl," Eren smirked, deciding to let you have what you wanted. He slowly pushed into you from behind, fat cock filling you up.
Moaning around Satoru's cock, you bobbed your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks. Satoru tilted his head back with a groan, eyes squeezing shut.
Eren thrusted his hips forwards, starting slow before picking up the pace. He bit down on his lower lip, watching the flesh of your ass ripple every time it made contact with his hips.
Each thrust from Eren from behind sent you forward on Satoru's cock, forcing you to take him further down your throat. Already trying to stop himself from fucking your throat, Satoru shot Eren a glare; if he kept shoving you forwards, you'd suffocate on his dick.
Eren's fingertips dug hard into your hips, grip deep enough to leave marks that would be visible for days. Nothing but strangled moans could be made out from your throat while you struggled to take Satoru, choking on his dick.
Spit dripped from your mouth onto the bed, eyes starting to water as Eren fucked you harder from behind. Satoru was a moaning mess, too guilty to watch you struggle to take him and Eren at the same time.
"Eren... slow down, fuck." Satoru grunted. His pleas fell upon deaf ears; Eren gave your ass a hard slap, feeling you tighten around him already.
"Mmmphf..." you were close to cumming with no way of voicing your needs. The only thing left to do was let Eren fuck you until he came.
Something that didn't take long.
Eren's hips slapped against your ass, the lewd sounds of skin-against-skin filling the room. Satoru's hips rocked forwards in small motions, tip hitting the back of your throat. It was a miracle you hadn't puked by now.
He reached around, rubbing your neglected clit to bring you to your orgasm with him and Satoru, who was watching your fucked-out eyes roll back.
"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna fill you up, okay?" Eren's voice was strained as he spoke, movements becoming more rigid. With one final, hard thrust that sent your body forwards, Eren came hard inside of you, moans loud and pornographic.
The feeling of your mouth squeezing Satoru's cock sent him over the edge next. Hot ropes of cum shot down your throat, the burning sensation borderline addictive.
Satoru pulled out of your mouth immediately, letting you breathe for a second. Catching your breath was interrupted, however, by your orgasm ripping through your lower stomach.
A mix of moans and strained coughs poured from your mouth as you came, saliva dripping down your chin.
Eren pull out of you, giving you the freedom to collapse onto the bed, body spent and shaking. Eren and Satoru admired you from above; how your hair stuck to your sweaty forehead, how your tits looked all splayed out.
They were undeniably proud of their work.
The two joined you on either side, letting you rest in between their toned bodies, each one having an arm draped over your chest.
Shit.
The bet.
There was no getting past Ymir. She knew the morning-after expression of someone who had just gotten laid a little too well. Knowing you were about to lose forty bucks, you let out an exasperated sigh.
CAMPUS HEARTTHROB!GOJO X BESTFRIEND VIRGIN!READER. [suggestive 18+. secret pinning from both side, gojo is obsessed with you]
CAMPUS HEARTTHROB!GOJO who is your bestfriend. And somehow everything he does is infuriating to you, from the way he is always with some rowdy bunch to whinning to you about every minor convenience in his life, he is infuriating. especially the part where he knows, he is hot.
CAMPUS HEARTTHROB!GOJO knows. That's the thing about Gojo Satoru that everyone eventually figures outāhe's fully, completely aware of exactly what he looks like and exactly what that does to people. The smirk when he catches someone staring? Intentional. The way he stretches after practice, arms over his head, shirt riding up to expose those carved abs? Calculated. The slow once-over he gives girls at parties, those impossible blue eyes dragging from their heels to their hair like he's cataloging every inch? Absolutely deliberate.
And why shouldn't he own it? Six-three, built like he spends every spare moment in the gym (he does), face that belongs on a magazine cover (he's been asked), and enough money behind him that he'll never worry about a thing. He's the whole package wrapped in designer cologne and that infuriating confidence, and he knows it.
The frat brothers worship him. The basketball team follows his lead. The campus throws themselves at his feet and he just steps over them with that grin, enjoying the game because why wouldn't he?
And its hard being around him. Its hard being his bestfriend when he is the most dangerously attractive person you have been close to.
You've watched him for yearsā watched him charm, watched him flirt, watched him take girls home and send them floating on clouds the next morning.
You've heard the rumors, the whispers, the reviews. And lately? Lately you've been thinking. Because you're twenty years old and still haven't... you know gotten dicked down by someone or if we are talking upto gojoās standard, your guts have not been rearranged.
Not for lack of opportunity, exactly. More for lack of someone you actually trust. Someone who already knows all your embarrassing stories and likes you anyway. Someone who's clearly very, very good at things, if campus gossip is anything to go by.
Or maybe itās someone for whom you have been denying your feelings for years, but we donāt go there yet, thats alot to unpack and for now the task at hand is more important
You've been working up to it for weeks. The question. The ask. The thing that's going to change everything between you or absolutely destroy it. but you pursue your lips and take a deep breath āso you know..ā
āHm?ā Gojoās ears perk up at your voice but his eyes are still focused on the game, console in his hands. you are both at his place, you often swing by but today is a bit different cause you have some filthy intentions. Not that he knows, yet.
ācan you sleep with me?ā
CAMPUS HEARTTHROB!GOJO almost chokes to death.
Like, genuinely. One second he's relaxed, thumb mashing buttons on his controller, half-paying attention to whatever racing game is on the screen. The next second you've justā you've just said something, words tumbling out so fast he almost misses them, but he didn't miss them. He heard every single syllable.
Can you sleep with me?
The controller slips. Falls right out of his hands onto the floor. He doesn't pick it up because he's too busy coughing, sputtering, trying to remember how lungs work while his entire face goes hot.
āWhat?ā
His voice cracks. Cracks. Gojo Satoru, campus heartthrob, who has smooth-talked his way through countless situations without breaking a sweat, just cracked like a fourteen-year-old going through puberty. He clears his throat roughly, finally looking at you, and fuck.
You're right there. On his couch. In his room. Looking at him with those eyes, cheeks slightly pink, lips parted like you're waiting for him to say something. And all he can think about is how many nights he's lain in this exact spot, staring at the ceiling, imagining you right beside him before he took you up like last meal on earth.
Because here's the thingāand it's a thing he's never told anyone, ever:
CAMPUS HEARTTHROB!GOJO is absolutely, pathetically, disgustingly in love with his best friend. you.
Has been for years. Since before the height, before the shoulders, before he figured out how to use this face and this body to get literally anyone he wanted. Anyone except you. Because you're you. You're the one who knew him when he was all limbs and awkward phases. You're the one who laughs at his stupid jokes and calls him out on his bullshit and looks at him like he's just Satoru, not the campus phenomenon.
And yeah, okay, he's thought about it. Of course he has thought about fucking you till all you remember is how his flushed big cock feels inside you, He's thought about it so much it's practically a second hobby. he is disgusting.
He's thought about pulling you close on this very couch, your legs tangled with his, his mouth on your neck. He's thought about what sounds you'd make, how you'd say his name, whether you'd let him take his time or whether you'd be just as desperate as him.
He's thought about mornings after, waking up with you in his arms, your hair a mess and your face pressed against his chest.
He's thought about kissing you so many times he's lost count. Soft kisses. Desperate kisses. Kisses that start gentle and turn into something entirely. his hands in your hair, your back against the nearest wall. your legs around him as you feel him get hard only for you.
do you even know how many times he has almost slipped up your name while he was fucking some other girl? how he would close his eyes and imagine its you who is dragging their tongue against his veiny shaft, god he felt like a fucking pervert, felt so awful about jerking off to you till he was flushed red just like the tip of his cock.
He's thought about being inappropriate with you in ways that would make every porno seem vanilla. And now you're sitting here, looking at him, asking him toā
āSleep. with. you,ā he repeats slowly, like he's testing the words. His voice is lower now, rougher. The shock is fading, replaced by something else entirely. Those blue eyes narrow slightly, studying your face, looking for any sign that this is a joke. āYou want me to sleep with you.ā
He leans forward, elbows on his knees, bringing himself closer. Close enough that you can probably smell his cologne, see the way his pupils have dilated just slightly.
āBecause there's sleeping,ā he murmurs, voice dropping to something dangerously soft, āand then there's sleeping with me. And I need to know which one you're asking for, sweetheart.ā
The pet name slips out before he can stop it. you have no idea how hard is his heart pounding. oh god.
"Because if it's the second one..." He reaches out, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face, touch feather-light. His eyes track the movement, then find yours again. "You should know I've thought about it. A lot. Way more than a best friend probably should."
A pause. That infuriating smirk tugs at his lips, but there's something vulnerable underneath it, something real.
āSo be really sure before you answer. Because if you say yes, I'm not gonna be able to go back to just being your friend after.ā
The word barely leaves your lips. that small, trembling yesābefore Gojo Satoru moves.
His hand finds your jaw, fingers curling along your cheekbone. The other anchors on your waist. He pushes, and you're sinking into the couch cushions, his body curving over yours like he's been waiting to be this close for years.
CAMPUS HEARTTHROBE!GOJO stops. His lips hover a breath away. His eyes are dark, fixed on your mouth, and the pause stretches. One second that feels like an hour. Like all the almosts and not yets. Like every time he watched you cry over someone else while dying to be the one you cried for while he was inside you drawing needy thrusts.
āYou have no idea,ā he breathes, voice wrecked, āhow long I've wanted to do this.ā
He crashes into you.
His mouth is hungry, desperate, years of wanting poured into a single kiss. His hand slides into your hair, tilting your head. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him until there's no space left, nothing but his lips and the way he kisses you like you're the only thing keeping him alive.
You gasp, and he swallows it. Makes a sound low in his throat, almost whinyā that you feel straight to your core.
He pulls back, forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathless. his knee pressed further against your clothed cunt as he looked directly into your eyes
āOne second,ā he rasps. āYou took one second to say yes. Felt like I was going to lose my mind.ā
The same week your beloved cat goes missing, Gojo Satoru enters your life. Itās uncanny how similar this man looks and acts to your cat. Itās almost likeā¦no thatās impossibleā¦right?
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Before you found Snowbell, you never had an interest in pets.
You owned a fish as a child. By that, you mean your parents felt the great misfortune of watching you clamber through your childhood home with a gap-toothed smile and a carnival fish trapped in a plastic bag that screamed, āIām your problem nowā. At your current age, you wondered how it was even legal to let a child win an arcade game that gave them a living, breathing thing to take care of. Back then, you were just happy watching your newest source of entertainment float around in a glass tank, going āblub blub blubā, unable to understand why your parents looked more exhausted by the minute.
From what you could remember, it lived a long, happy life. It lived the rest of its days happily swimming around next to the TV. Despite barely meeting the basic requirements for sentience, your parents were determined to give it a proper life. The words āThis life is our responsibility nowā cycled throughout your home. They did well to instill a strong sense of responsibility in you that has carried on to this day.
When you grew up, that remained. As much as you gushed over cute kitty videos or dogs that knew tricks other than āsitā, you werenāt invested in the concept of a pet. Taking care of a fish already seemed like a daunting task the moment you entertained getting one.
If Snowbell hadnāt come along, you mightāve eventually gotten a foster animal. Or, you wouldāve rescued a senior dog. Something small and not too barky.
You werenāt initially planning on keeping the cat. When you brought him home, you thought at most he wouldāve stayed the night before you dropped him off at the local shelter. One night turned into two. Two nights turned into a week. Before you knew it, Snowbell became the second member of your household.
You tried to do the right thing, at first. You knew Snowbell probably had an owner who was worried sick looking for him. There was no way that wasnāt true. Despite the grim, sooty conditions you found the cat in, it was clear he was well-cared for and domesticated. His sweet blue eyes and long white fur were clear indicators that he wasnāt the average streetcat. As much as you tried to look for his original owner, nothing came of it. For the time being, Snowbell was stuck with you.
He never once hissed or scratched at you. He was such a sweet kitten, perfectly happy to lounge around on your bed or your sofa, dutifully waiting for you to come back home. You never had any problems other cat owners had with their cats scratching up their wooden furniture or making litter accidents. Life with him was peaceful and domestic. Idyllic, even.
Still, there was something strangely off-putting about Snowbell. You could never fully explain it. As pretty as his crystal-blue eyes were, you felt like there was something more underneath. Sometimes, it really felt like Snowbell was laughing at you. There were times he did things that were too human and less animalistic. Pet owners often overestimated how smart their animals were, but you were sure there was something about Snowbell you could never put your finger on.
Maybe that was the issue. You personified him too muchāhumanized him.
Snowbell disappeared through an open window one sunny day, just like any other cat would have.
You had been an emotional wreck that night. You cried all throughout the night and barely got any sleep. Pathetically, you cuddled the spot of the bed Snowbell used to lie on, as though his lingering warmth would be nestled in the pillows. You almost called in sick for work the next morning before inevitably deciding to sludge your way through the day. You hadnāt even remembered opening that window, but it wasnāt like Snowbell sprouted human hands and pushed it open himself. Guilt for being a shitty pet owner clung to you like dirt.
Snowbell disappeared on Monday. That night, you called every shelter you could think of in search of him. The volunteers on the other end assured you theyād call you if they saw anything, but you doubted anything would come of it. On Tuesday, you and some of your friends went out on a failed search. On Wednesday, you left out food and your shirt outside your apartment in a feeble attempt to lure him back. On Thursday, you went out to search for him again, but alone.
Snowbell disappeared on Monday. By Friday, you were starting to lose hope of ever finding him.
The door rattled as you shut it behind you. You were supposed to call the landlord about it ages ago, but you never got around to it. Non-urgent, but extremely annoying. Yet another thing tacked onto this terrible day.
Tomorrow was the weekend. You knew you wouldnāt spend it lounging around your apartment, catching up on that show you put off. You would be outdoors, continuing your search for hidden corners and pockets.
On the way out, you ran into your neighbor. Tachibana smiled at youāthose pitiful little smiles youād give to someone who got drenched by a speeding car careening over a puddle. Perhaps, in her eyes, there wasnāt much of a difference between the current you and someone like that.
Her daughter lingered just behind her. She was a sweet girl. Last you remembered, she was about to enter elementary school. She wore her hair in a trimmed bob with a bright blue headband. It reminded you of Snowbellās bright eyes, the way he would track your movement across the apartment with such intelligence.
You were close enough with Tachibana and her daughter to exchange greetings. Some type of small talk. Tachibana gracefully danced around the glaring topic because she had lived in society for quite some time now.
Dani was less perceptive towards social norms. She peered up at you with big softened eyes.
āHave you found him yet?ā She asked before her mother could hush her.
Despite the ache in your heart, you smiled down at her.
āNot yet,ā you said, ābut Iām sure heāll turn up soon.ā
You werenāt the only one dealing with the loss of Snowbell. The few times you had to leave for a last-minute trip, you often left your cat in the care of the Tachibanas. Dani adored that cat, snuggling him every time she saw him. Snowbell mostly tolerated it. He got along well with most of your friends and neighbors.
Dani frowned, clearly not convinced, but she said nothing more about it. She gave a wave as she and her mother brushed by you and back into their apartment. You smiled until their door shut and locked behind them.
The act was exhausting. You were glad you didnāt pass by anyone else as you wandered out the glass doors, onto the busy streets of the city. People brushed by you, completely oblivious to your misery. You didnāt fault them. Why would anyone pay attention to a stranger? You certainly wouldnāt.
You glanced down at your phone. There was nothing. No alerts, no beeps, no missed calls from someone having found your pet. You expected it. It still sank your heart.
You tucked your phone in your pocket, shuffling around with the missing cat posters under your arm. It was your last batch. Once you put these up, you promised yourself you wouldnāt make any more.
You didnāt want to spend Friday night like this. Not many people would. Your friends tried to talk you out of it, encouraging you to go out with them like you were grieving a break-up. Maybe to them, thatās what you were doing. Maybe they thought you needed a break from your misery.
But the thought of Snowbell being out there, alone, lost, and cold. Completely helpless. Injuredāmaybe even dead. It was all too much for you to think about abandoning the search for even one night.
By the time you stapled the last poster, the sun had already sunk well below the horizon. Oranges and reds streaked across the sky. In a few hours, it would be well into the night, limiting your vision.
If that wasnāt enough, it started to drizzle. The smell of rain hit your nose. The air started to mist ever so slightly, causing the area around you to take on a faint-blue hue. Apparently, everyone was smarter than you. The streets were empty, with the few people left carrying umbrellas or coats. Cold drops hit your hands, your face, your clothes. It wasnāt enough to soak you, but the dark marks on your clothes got more and more prevalent as the seconds passed. For lack of better words, this severely dampened your mood. You knew all those hours of you putting up missing cat posters would turn into soggy, unreadable scraps by the end of this storm, whisking away into the drain to never be seen again.
It was as though the universe itself was telling you to give up.
Youād try again tomorrow. Hopefully, by then, the rain would clear up. You pulled out your phone to check the time when you stumbled. Your fingers slipped, and you lost your grip on your phone, lips pulling up in a cringe when it crashed onto the ground and slid away from you.
You cursed to yourself as you made your way towards it. You really hoped it hadnāt cracked in the fall.
Pale, lithe fingers reached down and plucked it off the pavement.
Itās like he stepped off a runway. His clothes were expensive just from the look of the fabric itself. Despite the drizzle, he remained perfectly dry. His white hair framed his face perfectly. You couldnāt see his eyes, covered by black sunglasses. He might have been the most beautiful man you ever saw.
He silently offered your phone. You accepted it with grateful hands.
āThank you.ā You told him. Where had he even come from? You thought you were alone on this side of the road.
Pink lips curved into an easy-going smile as he towered over you. The stranger hadnāt stepped back once he handed your phone back. Instead, he leaned forward ever so slightly.
āCute wallpaper.ā He commented.
You glanced down at your phone. Your lock screen showed Snowbell in mid-stretch, baby-pink paws reaching towards the sky as he lounged on your bedsheets. Youād had many pictures of Snowbell, but you thought that was your favorite snapshot.
It was one of the few things you had left of him now.
You feigned a smile.
āOh, thank you.ā
The stranger didnāt register your clipped tone. āHow long have you had him?ā
āBarely a few weeks.ā You honestly said before wincing. āIā¦Iām actually looking for him soāā
When people comment on your catās disappearance, thereās often a twinge of pity somewhere in their eyes. It made you feel smallāpathetic. You steeled yourself, readying for that same look before he finally left you alone.
Thereās none of that.
āI was about to ask.ā The stranger hummed. āI thought he looked familiar. I think Iāve seen him before.ā
Your eyes snapped up to his face.
āYouāve seen him?ā What followed was a barrage of questions: Where was he? What did he look like? Was he injured? How long ago was it?
The stranger barely even flinched at your demands for answers. Even as you leaned into his space, he barely backed up. His smile grew wider as he opened his mouth to speak.
You jumped at the clap of thunder. The already darkened sky swirled with angry gray-blue clouds. The drizzle threatened to intensify.
He glanced up and clicked his tongue.
āHow about we talk somewhere indoors?ā
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As soon as you stepped into the restaurant, the weather got ugly.
Rain thumped against the window, spraying water onto the soaked concrete sidewalks and roads. Puddles grew across the ground. Thunder rumbled as lightning streaked across the sky every so often. The wind aggressively blew past your shelter, changing direction every few minutes. Youād hate to be stuck out there at that very moment.
Compared to the storm's harshness, the restaurant was a haven. The warmth heated your cheeks as you shrugged off your coat. It looked a bit on the expensive side. Warm candlelight illuminated each table. You sat in a comfortable chair with a red plush seat, watching the waitress happily fill your cup with fresh water.
He was already glancing at the menu as you awkwardly sat across from him.
āWhat are you thinking of getting?ā He asked as he flipped through the laminated pages. āOh! The eel here is to die for. Youāll love it, promise.ā He assured you.
You pursed your lips. āIām not actuallyāā
āThis also seems good.ā He shoved the menu in front of your face, and you reflexively flinched back. āWanna try it?ā
You forgot how you even got to this point. When he suggested talking indoors, you thought he meant a brief shelter from the rain.
āAre you ready to order?ā the waitress cheerfully asked.
āYes!ā He said before rattling off a long list of various foods and treats. He then turned to you with a questioning hum.
āJust the water is fine.ā You told her, and she happily gathered your menus before she hurried off.
āIsnāt this place adorable?ā He asked you. āI found it a while ago. I think a nice, quiet dinner with rain right outside sets the perfect tone.ā He leaned back in his chair.
You stared at him and tried to figure out what he was even talking about.
āYou said you saw my cat, right?ā You changed topics. āWhere did you see him?ā
āI definitely saw him!ā He told you. āA couple of times, actually. Trust meāwould never forget that face. Heās really easy on the eyes, huh?ā
Your eyes flitted down as you thought of pretty white fur and sparkling blue eyes. You spent hours a week grooming him, fluffing out his soft fur, and making him the best version of himself he could be. He was the prettiest kitten youāve ever laid your eyes on, and you couldnāt help but make him even prettier.
āHe is,ā you agreed. You found yourself smiling just thinking about him.
āReally?ā He leaned forward. A mischievous smile spread across his lips. āHeās handsome, right? Really handsome?ā
Your eyes narrowed as you continued to eye him. Why was he trying to goad you into complimenting your cat?
āOf course he is,ā you responded. It felt more and more like he was making fun of you. Were you wasting your time here?
He leaned back, looking oddly satisfied.
āIām sure heād be happy hearing you say that,ā he told you. āCats are really good about these things, yāknow. Emotions and all that.ā
āRight,ā you said, hoping to ease him along into the conversation you really wanted to have. āSo, again, you said youāā
āOh, foodās here!ā He cut you off and pointed excitedly to somewhere behind you. āIām starved.ā
Sure enough, the waitress stepped into your vision with a friendly smile pressed on painted lips. You watched as she set down pretty porcelain plates and bowls, most crowded in his direction. The smell of steaming veggies and heaps of rice drifted into your nose. Your lips twitched into a frown as the plates continued to pile up before the waitress set something right in front of you.
You moved, quick to correct her blunder. āOh, I never ordered anythingāā
Your words caught in your throat when you realized it was your favorite dish.
āYou should try it!ā The man urged. āThey make it really well here.ā
You watched him for a minute. He paid you no mind, continuing to chow down on his meal. How did he know this was your favorite meal?
When you asked him, he stopped eating, looking amused.
āNo way, I was right?ā He laughed, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. āYou seemed like the type of person who would like this type of stuff. I guess Iām good at reading people.ā
So it truly was a coincidence. You glanced down at the meal. Compared to how you made it at home, the restaurantās version was immaculate. You werenāt too upset. After all, you werenāt a chef. The scent of the food reminded you of all those times you had to fight off Snowbell. Heād go wild anytime you made it. He would constantly appear in the kitchen, eager for a tasty swipe. Youād feed him scraps, letting him enjoy your hard labour every once in a while. You didnāt do it too often, afraid he might get sick, but you secretly appreciated how much he liked it.
In those times, he felt more human than cat.
āWhat are you waiting for?ā A voice snapped you out of your thoughts. The man gestured to your plate. He was halfway done with his own meal. āThe food wonāt eat itself.ā
It wasnāt like you could refuse, right? Heād already ordered it. You felt it was rude to reject his offering, no matter how strange this man was.
You took a bite.
āItās good,ā you said. You took another one.
He nodded along. āI told you!ā
His voice quietened a bit after.
āStill, I think itās better homemade.ā
You agreed with him.
You took another bite. Then, you took another. After your tenth bite, you suddenly realized how little youād been eating lately. Your free time was spent thinking about Snowbell and worrying about him. You barely had time to sleep, let alone eat a hearty meal.
Sometime after that, your belly was full, the plates were cleared of food, and it was still raining. You found yourself perched right at the doors, hearing the murmurs of the other restaurantās patrons behind you. You watched as the rain lightly tapped at the crystal glass. The more you thought about the way this night ended, the more humour you found.
Earlier, you had been stuck out in the rain before being picked up by a strange man. It almost paralleled the night you found Snowbell.
(You stumbled onto him one random evening after work. You were hurrying home, eager to get out of the rain. The umbrella you held kept most of the moisture off your clothes, but you could feel water drip through your shoes and up the cuffs of your pants. You could almost imagine chucking them off and enjoying a nice warm shower.
Just then, you saw a streak of white.
Barely a glimpse. At first, you thought it was a plastic bag hurtling into an alleyway. You should have pressed on and ignored it. For whatever reason, you followed the gut feeling nestled deep inside of you.
It was a filthy alley. Trash littered the walls and splattered across the ground. The rain made the smell of garbage even more pungent. You scrunched your nose as you peered around.
Something rattled right behind a garbage can. You crouched down as you tried to steal a peek behind the dumpster.
āCome out here.ā You clicked your tongue, trying to be as enticing as you could. You thought it was a small dog, at first.
A shadow peeked out of the dumpster.
The prettiest kitten youād ever seen blinked at you.
Despite the rain that soaked it to the bone, you could make out pure white fur that was tarnished by mud and water. Flattened ears and a pink nose.
The most notable feature of the animal was its eyes.
The brightest blue youād ever seen.
Like the cloudless sky on a summer day. The color of a calm, peaceful lake, with barely a ripple of disturbance. There was so much life packed within those eyes. They almost put you in a trance, and momentarily made you forget the rain and the harshness of the wind. The warmth and peace that lingered beneath those irises was enough to push away the cold.
A smile spread across your face as you crouched even lower, hoping youād make yourself seem less threatening.
āHi there.ā You cooed at the cat, who only stared right back. āAre you lost?ā
When you reached out, the creature barely flinched. It appeared more confused than anything as you stroked the top of its head before dropping down to scratch its cheek.
Eventually, your affections seemed to win the cat over to your side. Before long, it leaned into your touch, as if enjoying your petting. Happy at the progress you made in such a short time, you attempt to lift it from the grimy ground. Thankfully, the cat allowed you without much fuss. You tucked it under your arms, keeping it in the shelter of your umbrella. Considering how well it did with strangers, it was clear the cat was domesticated. Did it slip away from its owner when they werenāt looking?
āPoor thing.ā You were awed by the sweet little kitten. āWhereās your owner?ā
You continued to observe it. No collar. No distinct marking of a claim. You debated going online on missing pet forums. Maybe someone reported the poor guy.
How long had the poor thing been outside? It couldnāt have been any more than a day. The cat was practically a white beacon begging to be noticed. Thereās no way this cat wouldnāt have been snatched up by a predator if you hadnāt stumbled upon it. In the harsh city environment, it was utterly helpless.
You hummed, glancing up at the sky.
āLooks like weāre both caught in this weather.ā You talked out loud. āItās a good thing we found each other, right?ā
The cat continued to stare at you with large blue eyes. You smiled before tucking it into the warmth of your coat.
āYouāre okay now.ā You told it. āIāll keep you safe.ā
You knew you were just seeing things, but you swore the cat understood you, somehow.)
āDoes it look like itās going down?ā A voice asked.
The man stood by your side, peering out the same window you were. You watched as his sunglasses crept over his nose, close to dropping down, before you glanced away.
āNo.ā You told him. āI donāt think the rain will stop for a long while.ā
He hummed in agreement. āIf we waited for it to stop, weād probably be stuck here for hours.ā He didnāt sound too upset at that, you couldnāt help but note to yourself.
You nodded along. Just like the rest of the week, tonight had ended in a bust. No Snowbell. No cat. You were stuck in a warm building after eating a delicious meal, while your cat was probably out in the cold somewhere, waiting for you.
Something stung in the back of your eyes.
You were a shitty pet owner.
āI saw him yesterday.ā
Your eyes snapped up to meet his. He stared right at the glass. You waited for him to say something more, but he remained silent.
āWas heāā You swallowed. Your mouth felt dry. āWas he okay?ā
āYeah.ā He told you. āHe looked great. You took great care of him. I can tell.ā
Relief snagged at your heart, weighing your shoulders down with a type of pain youād never felt before.
āI tried to catch him, but he was a bit too slippery for me.ā He clicked his tongue.
You failed to muffle your laugh. Snowbell had easily coaxed himself into your arms the first night you found him. You shouldnāt have been proud of this, but you felt something oddly like pride to know you were the only person he cuddled up to.
āThank you.ā You told him. āFor the meal and for letting me know you saw him. It was really nice of you to do all of that.ā
Outside, the rain dwindled ever so slightly. In the morning, a light fog would drift over the city, suffocating the streetlamps and the roads. The potholes in the streets would be filled with soot and water far into the afternoon with the sun blaring overhead. A bare heat would fill the city, gentle from the rain, but still warm.
āYou really miss the guy, donāt you?ā He asked.
You didnāt bother to answer. Itās not like you ever tried to hide your desperation. Everyone in your life thought you were crazy for losing it over a pet as you had in the past days. No one told it to your face, but you knew thatās what they thought. To others, you were some cat-crazed person who wandered the streets. You did miss him. You missed him more than anything.
āI donāt think the rain will stop anytime soon,ā you said, āI'd better go before it gets too late.ā
āI could drive you back,ā he suggested.
You shook your head, insisting youād be fine. You expected him to push back at your refusal. He seemed to take your rejection in stride, reaching out with something in his lithe fingers.
āTake this, then.ā He settled the bundled-up umbrella into your limp hand. You recognized what it was after you instinctively grabbed it.
āNo, itās fineāā You tried to insist, but he waved you off.
āJust take it. Iād hate for you to walk out in this weather without one. You shouldāve had an umbrella in the first place.ā He berated you, but thereās no real heat in his voice.
āJust give it back when we search for your kitty.ā
You blinked up at him.
āWe?ā You repeated his words.
He nodded eagerly. āYou planned on searching for him tomorrow, right?ā
Of course you were, and the day after that, too.
āIāll come with you.ā He declared. āTwo heads are better than one, right?ā
What was so appealing about skulking outside, searching for the slightest hint of white fur? This man was such an enigma; you didnāt understand him. You knew you shouldnāt look a gift horse in the mouth. The more eyes you have, the better. Yet, you couldnāt help the feeling that rested in your stomach.
āWhy?ā You asked, but it sounded more like a demand. āWhy do you want to help me?ā
The man tilted his head downward. The softest laugh left his lips at the same moment his sunglasses slipped down his nose.
His eyes.
The brightest blue youād ever seen.
Like the cloudless sky on a summer day. The color of a calm, peaceful lake, with barely a ripple of disturbance. There was so much life packed within those eyes. They almost put you in a trance, and momentarily made you forget the rain and the harshness of the wind. The warmth and peace that lingered beneath those irises was enough to push away the cold.
They looked familiar.
āI knew somebody who lost their pet, once,ā He told you as his lips quirked up. āItās a sad thing. No one should go through that.ā
Everything he said sounded like a joke, but you saw the sincerity in his eyes.
āThis person.ā You glanced outside when the sear of his gaze got too much. āDid they ever end up finding their pet?ā
He nodded. You didnāt know why that gave you so much relief.
āIf you have time tomorrow, then yes,ā you said, āIād really appreciate the help. Thank you.ā
āGreat!ā He clapped his hands together before pulling out his phone. āLetās exchange numbers, so we can meet up tomorrow.ā
You agreed, wordlessly handing him your phone before you realized something.
āI donāt even know your name.ā You said out loud.
He laughed again.
āGojo Satoru.ā He introduced before raising a finger in the air to point at you. āBut you should call me Satoru.ā
You hesitantly received your phone from his hands. The contact name āSatoru :3ā stared back at you.
āWe should speak more comfortably with each other. After all, weāre gonna be kitty hunting buddies, right? ā
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(The best thing about Snowbell was how sweet he was.
Not just to you (but mostly to you). He was loved by everyone on your floor. Children like Dani adored him, and often asked about him whenever you ran into her. Youāve read that cats were often aloof and hated strangers, but Snowbell wasnāt like that at all. He was liked by everyone and everyone loved him.
And then, Hatori came along.
Youād known Hatori for a while, actually. You two werenāt friendsābarely a step up from acquaintances. He was a nice guy and you two were similar in age. Whenever you passed him by in the halls, you made small talk but you never went out of your way to do anything more.
So when you briefly mentioned having a plumbing issue and Hatori offered to take a look at it, you accepted immediately.
āThanks again.ā You told him as you led him into your apartment. āSeriously, itās been driving me up the wall. All that noise.ā
āI get it.ā He assured you. āThe one in your kitchen, right?ā
You nodded. A fluff of white caught your attention. You were about to point your cat out to Hatori when all Hell broke loose.
Snowbell made a sound that was almost demonic before he rushed at Hatori. You barely stopped him before he could get to Hatoriās foot, holding him up by the scruff as he thrashed around in your hold. You kept him to your chest as your cat continued his onslaught. If looks could kill, Hatori wouldāve been dead ten times over by now.
āIām sorry.ā You told Hatori as Snowbell continued to thrash and struggle. It was getting harder and harder to keep a hold on him. āHeāheās usually not like this.ā
Hatori stepped closer to the door.
āI should go.ā He concluded.
āIām sorry.ā You told him again.
Snowbell didnāt stop until Hatori was long gone. His fit was bad. At one point, heād even hacked something up because of how stressed he was. You coddled him the best you could, apologizing to him over and over. He settled in your arms hours later and peacefully purred into your chest as you stroked his head.
Youād never seen him act like that before, but maybe you were wrong about him liking everyone. Maybe he had a bad experience with men and thatās why he acted like that? You should probably bring it up to your vet the next time you go to the clinic.
Either way, this was the last time youād ever bring Hatori over.
You kissed the top of Snowbellās head. His pretty blue eyes blinked up at you.
āDonāt worry,ā you cooed, āyouāre the only man for me.)
Twenty minutes later, Satoru still hadnāt arrived.
You crossed your arms as you lingered near the streetlight. People meandered their way through the busy street all around you. As the minutes ticked on, you grew more and more frustrated. You should have expected this. From the short while youād known Satoru, he was not the most punctual guy in the world.
He turned up eventually, practically skipping up to you with a smile on his face.
āDidnāt have to make you wait too long, right?ā He grinned, completely ignoring the frown on your face.
āI was about to leave.ā You chastised. āYou need to be more respectful of peopleās time.ā
He raised his arms up in a semblance of an apology.
āWhoops, my bad,ā he said, āI swear Iām not doing it on purpose. Iāve been swamped at school. Lots of stuff to catch up on ācuz I took an unprompted vacation a few weeks ago.ā
He mentioned being a teacher a couple of times, but you canāt imagine him doing that. Sitting around and grading papers doesnāt seem like the type of job Satoru excelled at, but maybe that was just because you saw this side of him rather than anything professional.
āOkay!ā He clasped his hands together. āSo far, weāve checked the area around your apartment. Maybe we should broaden the search a little.ā
āWhat do you mean?ā You asked, your initial frustration waning.
āMaybe we should stop thinking like humans and start thinking like cats.ā He told you with the utmost seriousness. āPlaces like underneath bridges and dark places scared little kitties might crawl into for shelter.ā
That was a pretty good point, actually. There was a chance Snowbell wandered off somewhere, maybe in a crevasse you wouldnāt think to look for him in.
With a plan secured, the two of you set off. You and Satoru checked wherever you could think of: underneath bridges, in the park, and on the outskirts of a clump of trees. Each time, you came up empty. Any cat you did see never resembled Snowbell in the tiniest bit. They were often so skittish and wary of humans, shrinking away when you came close.
You still left a bit of wet food for them when you turned away. Maybe it had to do with your lost pet, but any stray cat chipped away at your heart.
Satoru passed the time as he often did, talking and yammering about anything he could. So far, the two of you had gone āhuntingā five or so timesāeach trip ending in nothing. Despite how disappointed you were after every failure, Satoru was more chipper than ever. Most would find how talkative he was absolutely annoying, but you didnāt mind one bit. His upbeat attitude felt comforting, like it was his own way of assuring you everything would be okay.
You often felt like you knew him forever. However, it was more realistic to assume youād known him for three weeks at most. Maybe even less. He was just that type of person. That personality of his reminded you of Snowbell. He was a little like that too, yowling like he was trying to start a conversation with you even though you didnāt understand his language.
Lots of little things Satoru did reminded you of Snowbell, actually.
A couple hours into the search, Satoru suggested taking a break. You didnāt argue.
āThereās a cafe a little ways from here.ā Satoru suggested. āI love their coffee.ā
Youād seen the surgery contraptions he calls ācoffeeā and youād rather not relive that experience. Also, everytime Satoru brought you to a restaurant, he always insisted on paying, leaving you more and more guilty for taking advantage of him. These outings were starting to feel less like searches and more like dates.
You almost laughed, but you held your tongue. Ridiculous. He was just being a nice guy.
āMy place isnāt that far from here,ā you said as you turned to him. āLetās just stop there and I can make us something to eat.ā
For the first time, Satoru genuinely looked lost for words. He blinked at you behind his sunglasses.
āYou never let me pay.ā You explained. āThe least you could do is let me cook for you.ā
āOh.ā He cleared his throat. āSure! Letās go!ā
You eyed him. He reeled himself back.
āItās been awhile since Iāve had a home cooked meal,ā he told you.
āHm.ā You walked away, not at all fighting the urge to tease him a bit. āSo, what. Youāve just been surviving on instant noodles this whole time? Poor baby.ā
āI eat.ā He told you after he caught up to your pace. āHow else do you think I got these muscles?ā He playfully flexed but even underneath those baggy clothes you saw his bicep. You forced your eyes away and hoped he didnāt notice.
āLetās just get you something before those precious muscles of yours get all flabby.ā
You let him into your house ten minutes later. Satoru walked in and slipped off his shoes. He placed them next to yours before he looked around.
His steps were slow as he surveyed your home. You watched as he walked up to a window, hands drifting over the glass.
ā...Smaller than I remember.ā You heard him say.
āWhat?ā You asked.
He pointed out the window.
āFrom the ground, the buildings look a lot bigger, right? But when weāre up here, they are a lot tinier,ā he said.
Right, of course thatās what he meant.
He wandered to your photographs, scanning over the various knick-knacks and other things youāve kept over the years. He smiled when he caught the lone picture of Snowbell, framed and proudly displayed. He lightly tapped on the glass.
āWhat a cutie,ā he told you.
You agreed, stepping closer to admire the picture as well. Snowbell had always loved attention and he was oddly very photogenic. Anytime you whipped your camera out, he would stretch and purr and create these adorable poses for you to snap away at. You often wondered if you should make an instagram for him so more people could enjoy his adorableness.
Maybe you missed your chance.
āSeriously, the cutest little guy.ā Satoru continued. āTerrible name choice, though.ā
You rolled your eyes. This argument again. You couldnāt tell if he did it on purpose or if he genuinely had a personal vendetta against the name āSnowbellā.
āItās a cute name,ā you argued back.
āItās uncreative. Especially for a work of art like that.ā He pointed to the picture of your cat. āLemmeā guess, youād name a black and white cat oreo.ā
āCow would be cuter,ā you thought, but you decided not to give him more ammo.
āIt just stuck. Besides, I didnāt come up with the name. My neighbor did.ā
It was a couple days after you brought the cat home. Back then, you werenāt sure if you were keeping him. His original name was even more uncreativeāāCatā. Then, when you were helping Tachibana lug up groceries, her daughter asked if she could see photos. After showing her the numerous pictures you snapped of āCatā, Dani excitedly exclaimed how similar āCatā looked to the cat in āStuart Littleā. Thanks to her, āCatā turned into āSnowbellā.
āAh,ā Satoru said after your tangent, āSo Dani came up with the name, then.ā
You nodded, but then you blinked.
āHow did you know her name?ā You asked.
āYou mentioned her,ā Satoru breezily replied.
āNo, I didnāt.ā
āYes, you did.ā
āNo, I didnāt.ā
āPretty sure you did.ā He smiled. āHow else would I know?ā
Your mouth opened, when a knock came from the door. You decided to table the discussion for now.
You smiled when you saw who it was.
āHatori!ā You greeted. āWhat brings you here?ā
Hatori lingered by the door, polite and reserved as always. He gave a pleasant wave.
āHey, hope Iām not a bother,ā he said, ājust hoping I could borrow a cup of sugar.ā
You gave a smile. This isnāt the first time he asked for favors like that. You didnāt mind. It was nice to see a sweet tooth that doesnāt go overboard with his sugar like somebody you knew.
Like heād been summoned, Satoru appeared behind you. You bumped into his chest just as you were about to let Hatori inside. He was so close. You could feel his breath on your back. His faded cologne lingered in the air.
You glanced up. Through his sunglasses, Satoru full-on glared at Hatori.
Heād never looked that upset before. Usually he was all goofy and happy-go-lucky. Now, he was stiff, coiled up like a spring.
āSorry.ā Satoru gave a smile filled with sharp teeth. Had he always had fangs? āWeāre all out.ā
Hatori blinked. So did you. He reacted first.
āSorry.ā Hatori narrowed his eyes and he looked between you and Satoru. āWho are you exactly?ā
āDonāt worry about it.ā Satoru reached past you and slammed the door in Hatoriās face.
You remained frozen even after Satoru retreated back into the apartment, slumping onto the couch.
āUh, what was that?ā You demanded after a bit of recovering.
āWhat?ā Satoru whined, immediately going back to his usual attitude. You wondered if you imagined it all. āHe was bothering you.ā
You narrowed your eyes at him.
āHe wasnāt bothering me. Heās my neighbor.ā
āYou should stay away from him.ā Satoru finally told you.
You stared at him as he lounged over your couch as though he owned it. Sunlight streamed through your window, illuminating his hair.
You should have been mad at him. You should have kicked him out. And yet, you could still remember his presence imprinted on your back as he kept you on him. You wondered when your heartbeat would slow down.
āWhy?ā
āHeās bad juju,ā he responded. āI can feel it.ā
You gave him a look. āRight. Okay.ā
āI can tell with these types of things!ā He argued back. āStay away from him. Heās bad news. He might make spiders crawl out of your sink!ā
You rolled your eyes and turned away.
āDo you want food or do you just want to make more conspiracy theories about my neighbor being a spider whisperer?ā
āFood, please.ā Satoru immediately sprung up from the couch and followed you into the kitchen.
Again, you knew you shouldāve been more upset with him. Yet, you werenāt.
It oddly felt familiar.
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The cold made the alcohol bearable.
It warmed your stomach, flushing your cheeks with heat as you felt the burn travel down your throat. When you were younger, you despised the taste of alcohol. You could never understand why anyone would willingly drink the stuff.
These days, you still didn't understand, and yet you drank anyway.
You had to stop soon, but for now, you tossed your head back in reflex, taking another gulp. The bar remained sparse of people. There was nobody in the corner you stashed yourself in, surrounded by empty glasses. You preferred this. You donāt want anyone seeing how miserable you were.
Six weeks had passed since you last saw Snowbell. Truthfully, you stopped looking for him by the second. It was clear what happened to him.
He was dead.
If the universe was merciful, his death was quick. Maybe a predator snatched him up before he blinked. Other deaths sounded far more gruesome: eating something poisonous and collapsing on the hard floor of a cold alley, being hit by a car, or just starving to death.
A more hopeful part of you still believed he might have been picked up before you could send those missing posters out. He was a pretty kitty. His white fur was long and his fluffy tail curled so elegantly. His sweet blue eyes were wide and earnest. The chance of someone seeing him out and about and falling in love with him the same way you did was highly plausible.
Maybe they had seen the posters and just didnāt want to give him back. You think you would be fine with that. You just wanted to know he was okay. A sign. The slightest hint ofā
ā-Started without me, I see?ā A voice teased from your left.
You didnāt bother looking up.
āYou donāt drink.ā You reminded him, but you didnāt argue when Satoru slipped into the seat across from you.
āStill, it hurts to be left behind.ā He arched his plush lips into a faux pout before his mischievous smile was back on his flawless face.
You didnāt even tell him youād be here, and yet, he showed up anyway. That was always the thing with him. He always just showed up, no matter where you were.
His outfit mirrored the cold that lingered outside of the bar. He was dressed in an expensive looking coat, something that nicely shaped his shoulders and torso. His fluffy white hair contrasted with the dark sunglasses he always wore on his face as he surveyed the mess you surrounded yourself in.
You thought you were about to receive a lecture from him. His smile faded ever so slightly.
āYouāve been crying.ā
You didnāt bother denying it. Slowly, you reached up, brushing at your face. Your eyes felt raw, your skin felt open and vulnerable. Your nose felt oddly stuffy, like you were recovering from a fever.
Satoru watched you. You gave a helpless shrug.
āItās the same thing Iām always crying about.ā You admitted. Thatās all you really wanted to say, but the words suddenly started pouring out and you couldnāt help yourself.
āI know how stupid this all looks. Trust me, Iām aware.ā You started, looking into the glass of your golden brown drink because looking at him would be too much. āHe was just a cat. Thatās what everyone says to me.ā
āYou need to move on,ā āYou should get another cat if you care that muchā. Youād heard all those things and more. You couldnāt even bring yourself to hate the people whoāve said that to you. They wanted to help, in their own way. To them, it was more like watching a child bawl over a lost toy. They didnāt understand.
āHeā¦he wasnāt just a cat to me.ā You bit your lip. āHe was family. So yeah, the thought of him out there in the cold, miserable. Iā¦I just really hope heās happy.ā
You thought you felt tears prick into the corners of your eyes. You blinked them away.
When you looked at Satoru, you felt yourself frowning.
āStop doing that.ā You told him. Your voice was tight and stern.
āStop doing what?ā Satoru repeated.
āStop smiling like that.ā You insisted. āYou always do that. Youāyou always get this really big smile whenever I start gushing about him.ā
āIām not smiling.ā Satoru denied, while still openly smiling.
āLiar.ā
You rolled your eyes, but you didn't complain much further. He had this trick he liked to do sometimes. You just looked at him, and you instantly felt better, even a bit.
Snowbell used to have that effect on you, too. Anytime you cuddled with him, his presence washed away any stresses you had. There was just him and his soft fur.
Satoru laughed and shook his head.
āThe way you speak of himā¦itās nice.ā He told you. āItās nice to hear that. Your catās lucky to be so loved. Iām sure heād be overjoyed to hear how much you missed him.ā
You stared up at him.
āYou think so?ā You asked, your voice hushed.
He nodded. āYeah.ā
He did that often, too. He talked about things like he knew more than he let onālike he knew a secret you didnāt.
Or maybe thatās just the way he talked. Heād always been so odd and eccentric. From the short time youād known him, he always dragged you from one place to another. He was constantly rambling about things you couldnāt catch onto. Youād call him ditzy if you didnāt know any better.
āYou know what I think you should do?ā Satoru suddenly piped up.
You looked up at him questioningly.
āI think you need something to get your mind off of the whole thing. Clear your head!ā
You glanced around at where you were, what you were doing. Yeah, this was getting a bit pathetic.
āOkay.ā You agreed. āLike what?ā
His smile curled in mischief.
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āWhat am I supposed to be waiting for, again?ā
āJust hold on.ā Satoruās muffled voice came.
You crossed your arms, but you stayed put. Satoruās apartment was huge. Even from your place on the lavish couch, you could see the wealth sprawled across his place. A bit empty, like he barely lived there.
Presently, he had tucked himself inside his room and told you āItās a surprise!ā You had no idea what he meant by that, but knowing him, he was probably going to come out in something extremely ridiculous. Your imagination took off without you. You could totally imagine him waltzing out after stuffing himself in a hot dog costume.
He didnāt come out in a hot dog costume. Somehow, his surprise was both less and more mortifying than that.
He still wore his usual black clothes, but there was a new accessory he styled himself with. On top of his head sat two white, fluffy ears. You stared at them in disbelief.
āTada!ā He posed like he just unveiled something.
You got up.
āIām leaving.ā
He was in front of you in a flash, reaching the door before you could. A nervous smile spread across his face as he tried to usher you back inside. Youād never seen him look so unsure before, it almost caught you off guard. With those fake cat ears on he looked even more ridiculous.
āJust hear me out for a second.ā He tried to say. You glowered at him, but you relented, flopping back down to the couch.
āThink of it as a therapy exercise,ā he finally suggested
āA therapy exercise,ā you repeated, incredibly suspicious.
He nodded before sitting himself in the space next to you.
āStudies have shown that petting animals reduces stress in humans and all that, right?ā Satoru pondered, but a part of you wondered if he was pulling all this out of his ass. āSince we donāt have a cat right now, wellā¦this is the next best thing!ā
You stared at him, wondering if he truly thought you were this stupid. His glasses were off, abandoned back in his bedroom, so the blue of his eyes could stare right into you.
āTry it!ā Satoru suggested, tilting his head down to show off his new ears.
Well, Satoru has always been a bit weird, right? He was strange, constantly blabbering about things that never made sense, but he was harmless. From the short time you knew him, heād never revealed himself to be anything but that.
You sighed, but you reached up and gently patted his ears, hoping that would be the end of it.
They were softer than they looked. Almost delicate in nature. The fur was clearly fake but it was smooth and silky and the blooming pink hidden underneath the fur of the ears had such a deep resemblance to your own lost kitty.
āThere.ā You told him as you pulled away, albeit a bit reluctantly.. āIs our therapy session over?ā
āNot yet.ā He cheerfully replied. āWe got movies too! Youāll love this one! Itās about a cat who wastes all his previous eight lives, and now heās on his ninth andā¦ā
You tuned out of his rambles, already knowing how this night will end. Truthfully, you didnāt mind a movie night with Satoru. He was fun to hang out with. Maybe a movie night would be good for youāit would cheer you up.
You thought it had to do with those eyes, mostly; they were why you were so agreeable to go along with his whims. A part of you thought he was well aware of your kryptonite, but you could never prove it.
An hour or so later, you were well into the movie when you glanced down at your lap. The setting changed. Satoru ordered pizza a while back and inhaled three whole slices before you finished even one. Half-finished cans of soda laid on the table. When the movie started, you and him sat at a respectable distance between each other.
Now, Satoruās head settled on your lap with your hand absentmindedly drifting across his hair and faux ears.
The shade of the cat ears almost blended into ivory locks. His hair was soft, just as silky and smooth as that stupid prop he still wore. You wondered what products he used, if he used any at all when Satoru caught you looking at him.
He blinked slowly at you, like heās fighting off sleep. Ivory, white lashes fluttered closed to meet the rounded parts of his cheeks before that brilliant blue spilled out open all over again. It was something Snowbell used to do. Once, you looked it up and discovered it was a way cats showed silent affection towards their owners.
You smiled. Satoru caught it.
āWhat?ā He questioned.
You shook your head even before your mouth opened up.
āDo you remember the night we met?ā You asked as the movie faded into the background.
He nodded and you wondered if he thought of the same night you wereāthe night when you were cold and wet and miserable and Satoru was a stranger holding out your phone with a smile you couldnāt decipher.
āItās really strange.ā You admitted. āYou pop out of nowhere. You know my favorite foodsāyou know things I didnāt even know about myself. Youāre always there when I need you the most.ā
Your voice trailed off to a whisper when he rose up to meet you. He was so close and you realized just how many colors his eyes have. Colors youāve named before: deep navy, rolling cobalt, the softest sapphire, the brightest tanzanite.
He looked into your eyes, too, and you wondered if he did the same thing you did.
āIām good at reading people.ā His voice was equally low and hushed.
āAre you?ā You asked.
He tilted his head.
āAm I?ā He repeated.
Itās like the world around you disappeared. The TV, Satoruās living room, the bustling city, faded into irrelevance the longer you stared at him.
āThereās something about you.ā You continued because there was nothing left to say. āI think Iāve felt it since the day we met, but I donāt think I could internalize it until now but thereās something familiar about you. Iā¦ā
āI know Iām going insane, but I think you might be my cat.ā
The words sat on your tongue, but you couldnāt bear to say it. It was all so ridiculous even as this full grown man sat in front of you wearing cat ears looking at you like you were everything in this universe. You wanted to laugh. Then, you wanted to cry. So much happened in just days and yet nothing happened either.
You were not sure who leaned in first, but neither of you pulled away.
His lips were soft. It was like his hair but a different texture. They were plump and full of life and adoration as he kissed you. A hand reached up to grab your cheek, holding you in place as he continued to kiss you.
You sighed into his mouth and Satoru stopped kissing you and started to eat you whole.
He pressed you into the sofa and you went down with a small āomphā that he swallowed up too. Greedy, was the only word you thought as he kissed you again and again. He wanted it all, and he wouldnāt stop until he got it.
He only stopped when your head was spinning and you gave a low whine. Even then, he pulled away with such reluctance you could still taste it lingering on your teeth.
You were panting, heavy and needy and hot all over. He barely looked affected. His expression was oddly blank, like he was dazed. You wouldāve believed he thought nothing of the kiss had it not been for the tight way he still held you, like he was terrified youād disappear if he wasnāt constantly holding on. That, and theā
āYou have no idea how long Iāve wanted to do that.ā
āYeah?ā You breathed. Your eyes trailed down to watch his Adam apple bob with anticipation.
The longing in his voice, it almost matched the intensity of his mouth. He burned so hot, you should have been afraid heād burn you.
Instead, you reached up to pet the fluffy ears that rested just on his head. He shivered, eyes closing in a way you swore he could feel your fingers tickle the fur.
The slightest of smiles tugged at your lips. A tease.
āWhat else were you waiting for, pretty kitty?ā
His eyes sharpened, thereās the softest hitch in his breath before he was on you all over again.
Rougher, pressing into you like he wanted to imprint his pattern all over your body so you could never forget his space and shape. Teeth that might have been fangs tugged at your lips as his fingers played with the hem of your shirt.
You shuddered as his long, lithe fingers crawled underneath your shirt, pushing it up and over your chest. The fabric pooled around your neck, proudly showcasing your tits, barely covered by the flimsy bra he was clearly eager to rip off.
His hands were cold as they pressed against your feverish skin. You felt goosebumps rise at just his touch as he reached for your bra to feel your tits. The fabric fell away and left you bare and utterly vulnerable to him.
He cursed, barely pulling back from devouring your lips to glance down at his unveiled treasure. Fingers tapped at your chest, eager to explore.
āCan Iā¦?ā He asked like youād say no himālike you ever could.
Your nipples were hard and tender to the touch. A whine left your throat when he gripped them, squeezing at your supple flesh. It almost felt perverted and lingered on desperation.
āYouāre so soft.ā His tone almost made you laugh. It was like he could hardly believe it himself, needing to touch you more in order to truly prove that fact of the world.
You want to say something teasing when his mouth is dropping down again to lavish your jaw, trailing all the way to your neck and chest. He mapped your body with his lips and tongue before they finally landed on his prize.
āSatoru..ā You could only sigh because he was barely touching you and you already felt everything. You relaxed against the pillows and the leather fabric, completely giving yourself to him. Heat pooled at your core as you twitched underneath him.
āHm?ā He asked, still lapping away at your skin. āIt hurts, baby? Want me to make it better?ā
He swirled his tongue over your nipples, flicking over them like heās teasing the flesh. Eventually, he couldnāt help himself anymore. He took your entire nipple into his mouth, groaning as he did so, his voice vibrating your skin.
You felt like you were on fire, and yet, it was not enough. Your body was sparking and bursting into flames as you reached up to grab Satoruās hair, keeping him there as he nuzzled and adored your tits. Heād barely done anything and you already felt like you were high. Your head was up in the clouds as he continued to ravish you.
āSatoru.ā
Your voice was pitchy and drowned in want.
āPlease please please.ā You begged, uncaring to anything else. āNeed you.ā
He lifted himself from your chest with a loud, debaucherous pop. Your chest bounced lightly with the movement, nipples shiny and perky from his actions. You could already feel the ache on your skin. You were going to wake up tomorrow with marks all over youāyou just knew it.
āYeah?ā He asked. His eyes were darker now, twinged with a type of hunger that should have scared you. His cheeks were flushed, dappled with the prettiest red youād ever seen.
āNeed me?ā He repeated, hovering closer to your mouth, just inches away.
You nodded. His mouth curled.
āGottaā use your words. Cāmon, you can do it.ā He goaded, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. You heard the condescension in his voice. In any other scenario, you mightāve just rolled your eyes. In this one, you wiggled your hips, helpless.
āNeed you, please, Satoru,ā you told him, āneed you deep ināin my pussy.ā
He shuddered at your words. There was the tiniest breath, a sigh of excitement, before he was pulling away to curl up at your hips. Eager hands gripped at your flesh, pulling down your shorts with a practiced ease.
āOh, anything for you,ā he said as he pulled apart your thighs to look at your vulnerable flesh.
āAnything.ā
You were almost embarrassed at the way he looked at you. He practically drooled, licking his lips like he was trying to taste your heated scent. You expected him to rip off your panties the way he was clearly dying to, but instead he spread your thighs wider to lick up a stripe at your inner thigh. You jolted at the hint of teeth so close to your cunt.
āBad kitty.ā You tried to scold but it came out more like a whine. āKitties donāt bite.ā
āThis one does.ā He purred into your skin before biting you once more.
Just when you were about to complain again, he finally decided to put his mouth to proper use. Satoru eased off your panties, dragging them down your shaking thighs. He didnāt get them all the way off, like he did with the rest of your clothes. Instead, they tangled up your legs, leaving you completely exposed.
He took his prize like a vulture, swooping down to your cunt. His long tongue licked up and down the entire length of your pussy. Words melted back into your tongue as he worked your wet slit.
āOh.ā You sighed as Satoruās head disappeared in between your thighs.
You thought he was saying something back. Something rested in his voice as he lapped deeply into your cunt lipsāa dark tone you canāt place. You didnāt care. It didnāt matter as your thighs tightened around his head, like you wanted to keep him trapped there forever.
āSatoru.ā You barely managed out as he licked the nub of your clit, lightly suckling on it as you felt a wave of tremendous pleasure roll down your back.
āFeel good, gorgeous? Donāt be shy, lemme hear you.ā He said, his voice slightly muffled as he continued to eat you out.
As though to coax more sounds from your lips, his fingers delved into your pussy lips to rub slow circles onto your clit as his tongue entered your walls. You give him what he wanted, arching your back as your voice got louder and louder. You could hear the debaucherous slick sounds emanating from his mouth licking away at you. They were barely covered by your own moans of pleasure.
āThatās it. Fuck.ā He hissed into your trembling thighs as you felt yourself tense up.
āYou sound so cute when you feel good.ā Satoru purred. āIām so glad Iām the one who made you feel like this. All for me.ā
You barely registered the darkness in his words. At some point, your legs were propped up on either side of his shoulders. Your fingers fisted into his hair, coaxing him deeper into your wet, needy heat. Satoru barely needed the extra encouragement, eating your pussy like it was all he was made forālike heād die if he did anything else.
Your whines crested into something else. Satoru picked up on it, eagerly moving forward and picking up his pace as your pussy walls trembled from the constant attention he gave you.
āGonna come for me?ā He pressed. āSā okay. Let go, gorgeous. You can do it. Just a bit moreāā
Your back arched, but Satoru anchored your hips, keeping you in place as your orgasm rushed through you. It was the strongest youād ever come, wave after wave of pleasure fizzed up your toes as they flexed and curled to assuage the intensity.
Satoru kept going until your body flopped down, exhausted by his ministrations. Even then, he only pulled away when your whines turned into pathetic begs of ātoo muchā. You watched him rise from in between your legs with bleary eyes. He wiped away his mouth with the back of his hand, never taking his eyes off you.
You must have looked like a mess as you lied there, breathless. He wasnāt much better. His cheeks were dappled in pinks and red as his blue eyes simmered with ocean foam.
āCome here.ā Your arms felt like cement but you reached up anyway, caressing his hot skin, coaxing him down. He followed like he was leashed, tethered to your fingers, crashing his lips onto your own.
You could taste yourself on his tongue, sour and sweet. You wondered what he was tasting as he ate your pussy, absolutely relentless. It felt like heād happily suffocate in between your thighs, lapping away at your folds for the rest of eternity.
That didnāt sound too bad. A part of you hungered to push his head down to your clit again, let him worship your cunt in waves of ecstasy.
But another part of you felt something hot and heavy rest at your thigh, barely obscured by the denim of his jeans.
āWas I good?ā He asked between feverish kisses, bringing you back to him.
āMmh,ā you agreed as his teeth nibbled on your bottom lip. āYou were so good,ā Itās all you could say, mind muddled and soupy by the orgasm.
Satoru moved down, lavishing your jaw and upper throat in kisses.
āSuch a good boyāgood little kitty.ā He practically melted at your words, whining at your throat as you stroked his hair and fluffy ears.
āYeah?ā He asked, lips pulling away from your collarbone.
You nodded. āThe best boy.ā You continued as you wiggled your hips with need. āBut Satoruāā
āI know.ā He pulled away, and you mourned his warmth before you saw the way he straddled you as he fiddled with his belt.
āIām hurtinā too, gorgeous. Waited months for this.ā Months? But hadnāt you met Satoru five weeks ago?
You ignored every alarm bell ringing in your head just in time to see his cock bob between his strong thighs. He looked painfully hard. Precum leaked from a mushroom-shaped tip as his cock touched your bare thigh.
Your mouth watered.
āReady, baby?ā That growl in his voice was back again as he leaned over, chest hovered above your own.
You never broke eye-contact as you licked your lips. You could still taste remnants of him in your mouth.
āFuck me, Satoru.ā
His eyes flashed. He was going to ruin you. You couldnāt care less. You wanted him to.
His cock slipped through your folds, teasing at your clit, still wet from him earlier. Your eyes rolled back into your skull at the first press of him at your battered pussy. You hissed at the same time he did, but you still managed to keep your eyes on him, wanting to admire what you did to him.
His expression was almost pained as he eased himself deeper into your cunt. His eyebrows were pinched together, and his jaw was clenched like he was physically holding back from crying out at the mere touch of your warmth. It looked like he was doing everything he could to stop himself from coming the moment he entered your pussy. Eventually, he couldnāt take it anymore, collapsing into your shoulder to whine at your shoulder.
āIāI canāt do it.ā He whined but you could still feel his cock stretching out your hole. āYouāre so warm and tight. Feels likeālike Iām home.ā He babbled.
You tried to laugh, but it came out as a strangled moan.
āDonāt say stupidā-- You barely stifled a moan as he pushed himself deeper inside youāāthings like that.ā
He bottomed out with a stuttered gasp, clinging onto you like you were his lifeline. Youād never felt more full in your entire life. He pressed all the way into your womb. If you looked down, you were half-afraid youād see his cock imprint itself onto your belly.
āFuck.ā Satoru hissed in your ear. āLook at you. Youāreā¦youāre a perfect fit.ā
If you could speak, you mightāve agreed. His cock stretched you out oh so nicely, each curve nestled into the deepest, wettest part of you. A spit of precum dribbled out of your stuffed hole, lecherously coating your pussy lips.
āYou okay?ā Satoru asked when you shuddered underneath him.
You nodded, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.
āCan I move?ā
āPlease.ā Your voice was soft and keening. āPlease, please move, ātoruāā
āShit, quit that.ā He lightly berated. āIām tryna hold back but your voice drives me crazyā¦moving, so hold on, gorgeous.ā
You moved on instinct, rather than on his order. A particular thrust left you gasping, making you reach up and cling onto his smooth nape. Satoru barely flinched at you clawing at him, curling his lips as he continued to stuff you full.
The way he fucked you was messy, bordering on desperation as he drilled you into the couch. The stretch against your walls left you breathless and panting for more. The cool air of Satoruās apartment felt like aloe against your heated skin as he picked up the pace, filling you up with his cock over and over again.
āShit. You feel like heaven.ā He said through gritted teeth. āYouāre squeezing me so goodādo you feel good? Am I making you feel good?ā It didnāt even feel like dirty talk. It felt like he was genuinely asking, scarfing down any lick of praise as he continued to drill you against the sofa.
Your pussy spasmed around his cock, bearing down on him like you never wanted to let him go. Your thighs were painfully clenched as you wrapped your legs around his narrow waist. A hand dropped down from Satoruās neck to your clit.
Before you could relieve the pressure, Satoru snatched it up. He grabbed your wrists holding them above your head. He reached down with his other, circling your clit with his thumb and turning your head into mush all over again.
āOh, yes,ā your eyes rolled up as his cock pistoned into you. āSatoru itsāitsāā
āI know, baby.ā Satoru lowered himself so his cock hit something deep and spongy inside of you. āJust gotta hold on a bit more. Iāll take care of you.ā
Something rumbled in his throat. It almost sounded like he was purring as he rutted into you, and maybe that should have been your final sign, but you could hardly care less as you creamed around his cock. Your mind floated as he fucked you the way he wanted to, the way you begged him too. It was an endless build up that seemed to last for centuries.
Your orgasm hit the minute he slammed his cock into that spot all the way inside of you, rolling away at your clit at the same time. Your back arched as you came around his thick cock. Your pussy milked him for all its worth, gushing around him as Satoru staggered and swayed above you.
He didnāt last all that long after. There was a feral snarl before his cum sprayed all the way inside your womb. There was so much of it. Some dribbled out of your sore pussy all over your cunt lips.
Minutes later, when you barely put yourself together after that mind-numbing orgasm, you could still feel Satoru deep inside you. His head settled into the crook of your neck as he tried to regain his breath. You felt butterfly kisses across your skin as he lavished you in exhausted affection.
You stopped him when he tried to pull out, using the last bit of your strength to cinch your legs around his waist.
āStay,ā you mumbled, āāfeels nice.ā
He smiled against your neck. You felt his arms wrap around your waist as he laid down with you. The couch was probably a snug fit considering how tall Satoru was, but you could hardly care less.
āYeah?ā
You hummed. You thought he said something else but you were too tired to care. Nestled in the arms of a man who fucked you silly was a good position to pass out in.
Just before you fell asleep, you noticed the funniest thing.
Between the pussy eating and the rapid fucking, those stupid, fluffy ears still remained on top Satoruā head.
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You woke up to sore legs and an aching body.
Your stiff limbs complained whenever you moved. Blearily, you opened your eyes. Sunlight poured in through a window. It was late-morning, at the very least.
Your environment also changed. The last thing you remembered was falling asleep next to Satoruās warm chest on his sofa. Now the only thing you felt below you was a springy mattress and fluffy pillows. You laid naked underneath a bulky blanket.
Satoru was nowhere to be found, but the spot beside you was warm. Outside the room, you distantly heard a muffled phone call. Bits and pieces.
āLost the curse user? Thatās fineā¦got really curious about theā¦nah, it was my fault for getting caught up in thatā¦yeah, I guess things mostly worked outā¦should thank him, honestlyāā
You must have dozed off. When you opened your eyes again, Satoru was underneath the sheets with you. He watched you with a strange smile on his face, propping his chin up with his hand. His white hair was tousled like heād never left. He was shirtless, proudly showing his bare skin when the light marks you left on him. With slight disappointment, you noted his cat ears were gone.
āWhat?ā He asked, noticing your souring mood.
You scowled and turned away from him.
āYou bit me,ā you said, pulling an excuse out of the air. āāCanāt believe you did that. Get out. Iām banning you from the bed.ā You lightly nudged him with your foot.
Neither of you acknowledged that it was his bed in his apartment. Instead, Satoru whined, slumping over you in a bear hug.
āIām sorry!ā He kissed your shoulder, lightly licking over a mark he made the night before. āPlease forgive me!ā He caught onto your smile. āYouāre into groveling? Iāll keep that in mind for next timeāā
āShut up.ā You lightly scolded, but you sank into his hold regardless.
āCan I use your shower?ā You asked after a few minutes of cuddling. As much as you liked this moment, your skin still felt clammy from last night.
āI can draw us a bath.ā Satoru rubbed his cheek against yours with a satisfied sigh. āI got lavender scented bubbles and everything.ā
āThat sounds nice.ā You nodded, but neither of you moved.
He practically invited himself into your shower time, but you didnāt mind. It was a little cute how eager he was. Or maybe that was just you missing every sign in the book. After all, this guy spent weeks and weeks helping you skulk around outside searching for your cat. Maybe you shouldnāt have been so surprised he was this forward.
Speaking of your catā¦.
āSatoru?ā You called.
There was a hum against your skin as his head buried into the crook of your neck.
āI donāt think I need to worry about Snowbell anymore.ā You tell him. āIā¦think heās fine. Wherever he is.ā
āYeah.ā Satoru said in this voice that you couldnāt read. āWherever he is.ā
You needed to shower, but he was so warm and the bed was so soft and perfect. You couldnāt help but drift off again, letting Satoru cling onto you. Distantly, you wondered maybeā¦.
ā¦maybe next time, you could convince him to wear a tail, too.
warnings. NSFW no minors! please read at your own discretion, explicit/18+ smut, passionate sex, fingering, msub, rough ish sex (lowkey hardcore pounding), freaked out gojo, lots of titty love, gojo is a sucker for calling you baby (i apologise)
a/n. i'm a bit late on nerd gojo whoops, credit: @/yinartss
ā§ riding him so good in his bedroom while he's trying to study
you pushed him back onto the bed with a playful shove, ignoring the open textbooks scattered across his desk. "babe, youāve been staring at that page for twenty minutes," you teased, straddling his lap and grinding slowly against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. he groaned, pencil still clutched in one hand, eyes fluttering as you rocked your hips just right, the friction making his breath hitch.
"iāi need to study," he muttered weakly, but his free hand was already gripping your thigh, fingers digging in as you rode him harder, taking him deep with a satisfied sigh. the pages of his notes fluttered to the floor unnoticed while he tried (and failed) to focus on anything but the way you felt wrapped around him so warmly.
ā§ how he looks like waking up beside you š³
even in sleep his body remembered you; his cock was already half hard, pressing insistently against your thigh as he instinctively pulled you closer, long arms wrapping around your waist in a sleepy hug. a soft, needy little hum escaped him when he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, warm breath tickling your skin.
his test was in less than two hours, advanced quantum mechanics, the one heād been cramming for all week, but right now his hips gave a lazy, unconscious roll against you, that morning wood twitching as if begging for attention.
his eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, those bright blue irises focusing on you with that shy, eager smile he always wore when he first saw you. āmorning, my loveā¦ā he murmured, voice raspy and low, one hand already sliding down to gently squeeze your hip while his hard length rubbed slowly against your thigh.
āi know i have that testā¦ but you feel so good right here. just five more minutes? orā¦ maybe ten?ā he pressed a lazy kiss to your collarbone, clearly torn between responsibility and the way his body was already craving you again.
ā§ videos he'd send you when he misses you, you'll come home as soon as you can, right? ;(
he was supposed to be studying again, but the second you left for the day his focus completely shattered. late at night your phone buzzes with a new video from him. the thumbnail already makes your heart clench: his bedroom dimly lit, him shirtless on the bed youād been riding him on just hours earlier. When you press play, his voice comes through soft and a little shaky, eyes glossy as he looks straight into the camera.
"babyā¦ i miss you so much already,ā he whispers, biting his lip. the angle stays as he slowly strokes himself, the same cock youād taken so deep earlier now flushed and leaking in his hand. ālook what you do to meā¦ i keep thinking about how good you felt riding me, how warm and tight you were. fuck, i canāt even study without getting hard again.ā
he lets out a quiet, needy whimper, hips twitching up into his fist. āyouāll come home as soon as you can, right? pleaseā¦ i need you here. iām saving it all for you.ā the video ends with him panting your name, looking equal parts desperate and embarrassed, the screen fading to black while your own thighs press together in response.
ā§ he's your good boy, gently sucking on your soft tits while hugging you, he's been studying sooo hard after all!!
after you finally came home, he melted into you the second the door clicked shut. āi studied so hard todayā¦ just like you wanted,ā he murmured, voice shy and sweet as he nuzzled against your chest. you guided him gently to the bed, letting him climb into your lap and wrap his arms around your waist in a tight, needy hug.
he was such a good boyāyour good boy. with a soft sigh, he tugged your shirt up just enough, pressing his face between your soft tits and latching onto one nipple with the gentlest suck. his eyes fluttered closed in pure comfort, tongue swirling lazily while he hugged you even tighter, as if afraid you might disappear again. every slow, worshipful pull made his body relax more against yours, little contented hums vibrating against your skin.
āmissed youā¦ missed this,ā he whispered between delicate sucks, cheeks flushed pink, completely lost in the warmth and closeness heād been craving all day.
ā§ gojo licking your pussy reeaaal good, "it's my first time..." he says. yeah right...
gojo was visibly nervous at first, cheeks burning red behind his slightly crooked glasses as he settled between your spread thighs on his cluttered bed. āitās my first timeā¦ā he mumbled shyly, pushing his glasses up with one finger while his other hand gently held your hip. but the second his tongue touched your pussy, something in him flipped.
he let out a soft, surprised hum and suddenly became so eagerālicking long, hungry stripes through your folds like heād been starving for you. his inexperience didnāt matter at all; he was naturally, ridiculously good. his tongue moved with perfect pressure, flicking and swirling around your clit in tight circles that made your back arch instantly.
ālike thisā¦? tell me if it feels good,ā he whispered breathlessly between licks, but he barely waited for your answer before diving back in, sucking gently on your swollen bud while his tongue dipped inside you, lapping up every drop of your wetness with messy enthusiasm. he was moaning into your pussy the whole time, glasses fogging up, white hair falling into his eyes as he gripped your thighs tighter and ate you out like it was his new favourite subject.
within minutes you were trembling, because even though heād never done this before, gojo was already so fucking good at it, totally eager and focused, and completely lost in pleasing you.
ā§ he prefers holding and pleasuring you more
gojoās favourite thing wasnāt rushing toward his own release, rather, it was this. holding you close, arms wrapped securely around your waist as he pulled you against his chest, keeping you safe and warm while his fingers worked between your legs. he preferred pleasuring you like this, slow and devoted, fingers gliding slightly rough through your folds with his slender fingers that made your thighs tremble around his head.
ājust let me take care of you,ā he murmured softly against your ear, voice muffled and sweet, one hand stroking your pusst while the other held your hand, fingers intertwined. even when his own cock was aching and hard against the sheets, he ignored it, focusing only on the way your breath hitched;
he loved feeling you squirm and moan in his arms, loved being the reason your body melted for him. āi could do this all night,ā he whispered, pressing another open mouthed kiss to your temple, content to hold you and worship you until you fell apart for him.
ā§ loves teasing your tits, especially facing a mirror, that way he can see every expression and hear all lewd sounds you make
gojo loved teasing your tits more than almost anything, especially when he could make you watch. he pulled you onto his lap facing the full length mirror in his bedroom, your back pressed against his chest as one arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in place. his other hand slipped under your shirt, slowly pushing it up until your soft breasts were fully exposed to both of you in the reflection.
"look at you,ā he whispered hotly against your ear, eyes locked on the mirror as his long fingers began to tease your nipplesācircling, pinching lightly, then rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until they stiffened under his touch. he grinned at the way your face flushed and your lips parted in the glass, drinking in every little whimper and gasp that escaped you.
"such pretty soundsā¦ keep making them for me, baby.ā He tugged gently, then soothed with soft strokes, all while forcing you to watch how your body reacted, the way your back arched, your thighs pressed together, and your eyes grew hazy with need. his cock was already hard against your ass, but he ignored it, too focused on playing with your tits and savouring every lewd expression and moan the mirror let him see and hear.
ā§ fingering and licking your pussy at the same time
gojo kept you firmly on the edge of his bed, one of his large hands stayed on your tits, lazily teasing and rolling your nipples between his fingers, while his other hand slid down between your spread thighs. ākeep your eyes on me, baby,ā he murmured against your neck, voice low and teasing.
he dipped two long fingers through your slick folds, coating them before slowly pushing them inside you, curling them just right to stroke that sensitive spot deep within. at the same time, he shifted lower, leaning forward so his mouth could reach your pussy. his tongue joined his fingers, licking slow, messy circles around your clit while he pumped his fingers in and out, the wet sounds filling the room along with your helpless moans.
he groaned against you, the vibration making your hips jerk. āfuckā¦ youāre so wet for me,ā he whispered between licks, sucking gently on your swollen clit as his fingers thrust deeper, faster, never stopping the gentle torture on your tits with his other hand. he could see everything, the way your mouth fell open, your eyes fluttering, your chest heaving, and really, it only made him more eager to push you over the edge.
ā§ you're especially needy and desperate for his attention while he's gaming, not that he minds though.
you couldnāt help itāyou were feeling especially needy tonight, sitting on the edge of his desk, gojoās was deep in a ranked match, headset on and fingers flying over the controller. āsatoruā¦ā you whined softly, he didnāt even pause the game at first. āshit, babyā¦ youāre really that desperate for me right now?ā he chuckled lowly, eyes still on the screen, but his voice had that amused edge.
he didnāt mind one bit, in fact, when you pushed his head down towards the wet slick, he muted his mic for a second, leaning in to suck your cunt with his mouth.
āgo ahead and ride my fingers if you need it that bad,ā he murmured around your nipple, you moaned louder, desperate and dripping, while he kept playing like it was nothing, occasionally glancing at your flushed, needy face with a smug little smirk, clearly loving how badly you craved his attention even when he was ābusy."
truthly, he never minded. you can take him anytime, anywhere.
ā§ fucking you in his room, starting off nice and slow.... and before he knows it he can't hold himself back ā it feels too good to stop, you understand right? ā¤ļøā
gojo had every intention of taking it slow tonight. he eased into you with a deep, shaky breath, burying himself inch by inch in your tight, welcoming heat while you lay beneath him on his messy bed.
āfuckā¦ you feel so good,ā he whispered, forehead pressed to yours, hips rolling in long, gentle strokes that made your toes curl.
his hands cradled your face so sweetly, blue eyes half lidded with affection as he kissed you softly between thrusts. but the way your walls clenched around him, the soft little moans spilling from your lips, the way your nails dug into his back... it all hit him harder than he expected.
before he knew it, his pace was picking up, thrusts growing faster, deeper, more desperate. ābabyā¦ iām sorry, i canātā fuck, it feels too good,ā he groaned, voice breaking as he slammed into you harder, the bed creaking beneath you.
his control had completely snapped, hips snapping against yours with raw need while he buried his face in your neck. āyou understand, right? tell me you understandā¦ i just canāt stop when youāre this perfect for me. i'm so sorryā so sorry... nghā he was panting now, relentless, chasing that overwhelming pleasure while still holding you close, completely lost in how incredible you felt wrapped around him.
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Your family sets you up with potential husbandsā¦.. rich, influential JJK menā¦ for a business marriage. You try to scare them off by acting weird but it backfiresā¦ and now you have 4 men obsessed with you.
Pairings : Yandere JJK men x Reader
Ft. Gojo, Sukuna,Toji, Nanami
A/n: MDNI, 18+, I've decided not to include Geto Suguruš. I'm sorry cuties
Part 1 - part 2 part 3
Your mother has this particular way of smiling when she's about to ruin your life. It's not malicious per se. She loves you, in her own way. She also happens to see you as an asset that's been sitting on the shelf too long, depreciating while your cousins pop out heirs after heirs
āWeāve found some potential matches for you,ā your mother said over breakfast on a random fucking Tuesday āYour father and I think itās time you settled down.ā
The coffee you were drinking nearly comes out your nose, which wouldāve been unfortunate because you were wearing white and also because aspirating liquids hurts like a bitch.
āAbsolutely the fuck not.ā
Your mother didn't even blink. Sheād perfected selective hearing around the same time youād discovered the word āfuckā could be used as a noun, verb, adjective, and general life philosophy.
āFour young men from very good familiesā¦ā
"We're not in the Bridgeton, mother. Arranged marriages aren'tā¦ā
"Business marriages," your mother corrected, sipping her tea "The Kang family did it last year. Their daughter is very happy in Singapore now."
"The Kang daughter cries on Instagram Live every other Tuesday." You stared at her
"She has a Birkin collection. Tears dry, sweetheart. Leather lasts." She stareed back
āMother, I canātā¦ā
Your father finally lowered his newspaper āThen weāll need to reconsider your position at the company. And your living arrangements.ā
Ah. There it was. The threat wrapped up in a neat little bow .
Agree to this circus, or lose your cushy job (where you mostly online shopped). And your apartment (paid for by your parents)
You wanted to tell them to shove their arranged meetings up theirā¦.
But you also really, really likedhaving money. And not having to eat instant ramen for every meal. And your bathtub. Youāve gotten very attached to that bathtub.
So you smiled āOf course. When do I start?ā
Your motherās face lit up āWonderful! Weāll have the files sent over.ā
Files.
They had FILES on these men.
Nothing says true love quite like a background check and a financial statement.
ā
Four names: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento
Four strangers
Fuck that.
If they wanted you to do this, fine. But nobody said you had to make it easy. Theyād be begging their mothers to call the whole thing off by weekās end.
And thatās where your brilliant, genius, absolutely foolproof plan came in.
(It's going to blow up in your face spectacularly, but you don't know that yet.)
The files arrived the next morning. You spread the folders across your kitchen counter like you were planning a heist instead of four dates.
Dates. Meetings. Whatever.
ā
Folder 1
FUSHIGURO TOJI, 28
His photo looked like a mugshot.
Okay, it wasnāt actually a mugshot, byt he had that vibe.Scar on his lip. Expression that said āIād rather be literally anywhere else and also fuck you.ā
Technically the heir to a massive Zenin equity firm.
Technically. Because apparently Toji was the family disappointment. Estranged from his relatives, only showed up when he needed money. Multiple failed business ventures. A reputation for being a fuck up who lived off his family name while giving them middle fingers in return.
Ah. A broke rich boy.
His social media accounts existed but were barely used. Most photos were him tagged by other people at bars, looking annoyed. One photo of him at what looked like an underground fight club.
Wait.
You zoomed in.
Was that blood on his shirt?
Jesus Christ.
Day 1 - Toji Fushiguro Tuesday, Hotel Bar, Shinjuku
Operation: Bimbo infiltration
Strategy: āThink born yesterdayā
Toji shows up at the restaurant looking like he'd rather be literally anywhere else. Hes only here because his family threatened to cut off his credit cards.
He doesnt give a shit about marriage or alliances or any of this corporate dynasty bullshit. He likes money. Thatās it.
He's not even trying to hide itā¦ slouched in his chair, jacket thrown carelessly over the back, phone out on the table. He barely looks up when you approach.
Perfect. This should be easy.
āOhmygod, hi!ā You chirp āYou must be Tojiā
And then you trip over absolutely nothing on your way to the table, catching yourself on the edge with a little yelp.
"Oops!!! Iām such a dum dum,ā you giggle, batting your eyelashes.
He raises an eyebrow. "You okay?"
"Fine, fineā You wave your hand and somehow knock over the water glass in the process. Ice and water spill across the table, dripping onto his lap.
"Fuckā¦ "
"Oh my god, I'm SO sorryā You grab a napkin and start dabbing at his pants, which puts you in very close proximity to his crotch. "I'm such a mess, I can't believe I did thatā¦.ā
He grabs your wrist, stopping you. "It's fine. Justā¦ sit down."
You sit, face arranged into earnest distress.
"I'm really sorry. I'm just so nervous. These meetings make me all jittery and I get butterfingers and then I do stupid stuff andā¦ā You take a breath. "Sorry. I'm rambling. I do that when I'm nervous. Ramble, I mean. Just talk and talk andā¦.ā
"Got it.ā He cuts you off āYou're nervous." He takes a long sigh then and looong sip of his drink.
"Super nervous. You're really intimidating, you know?ā You laugh, too loud. "But I'm sure you're really nice underneath, right? Like a, um, a cinnamon roll. Tough on the outside, soft on the inside?"
He stares at you.
āOr not.. That's okay too. Not everyone's a cinnamon roll. Some people are just, um, bread. Regular bread. Which is also good!!! Bread is great."
"Are you done?ā He finally snaps
"No. I mean yes. Im sorry." You bury your face in your hands. "I'm so bad at this. I don't know why my parents thought I could do this, I can barely order coffee without messing it upā¦ "
The waiter appears. You manage to mispronounce three items on the menu before Toji takes over and orders for both of you.
"Thanks," you smile brightly "I'm not good at fancy words. All those French names, you know?"
"It's Italian."
"Ohh, silly meā You laugh again.
Toji pinches the bridge of his nose.
The hour continues like this. You rambleā¦. while Toji's expression shifts gradually from bored to annoyed to something approaching existential despair.
By the time you finally stand to leave (knocking your purse off the bar in the process), he looks like he's genuinely considering faking his own death to avoid a second meeting.
"This was so fun" you smile brightly, gathering your scattered belongings. "We should totally do it again.
He grunts and it might be the sound of his soul leaving his body.
One down
Folder 2
Nanami Kento, 26
Oh.
He lookedā¦ normal? Everything about him screamed āresponsible adult.ā
Investment banker. Impeccable reputationā¦ and they really emphasized IMPECCABLE in the file.
No scandals. No messy breakups. No public relationships at all.
Every article described him as āthe perfect gentlemanā with 3 Pās ā¦ Punctual. Professional. Polite.
He was too perfect. Suspiciously perfect.
Day 2 - Nanami Kento Wednesday, French Restaurant, Roppongi
Operation : Make the Gentleman Squirm
You're five minutes late on purpose.
Nanami is already seated, of courseā¦ in his perfectly tailored suit, checking his watch with a small furrow between his brows.
"Mr Nanami, I apologize for the delay," you say sweetly, sliding into your seat.
"It's fine." His tone suggests it is very much not fine. "Traffic, I assume."
"Something like that." You lean forward on your elbows, knowing exactly what that does to your cleavage. āYou're even more handsome in person."
Those hazel eyes meet yours, then quicklyā¦ very quicklyā¦ drop to the menu. āThank you."
"I mean it." You let your eyes drag down his body, slow and obvious. "That suit fits you really well. Custom, right? Must do wonders for your shoulders."
A faint flush creeps up his neck.
Gotcha.
"I... yes. It's custom."
"I bet you work out." You tilt your head. "You look like you work out. What's your routine? No, waitā¦ let me guess. You're a morning gym guy. Up at five type ."
"Five thirty, actually."
"Close enough." You grin "I'm more of a 'stay in bed until the last possible second' type myself. We're practically opposites.ā
He clears his throat. "Perhaps we could order?"
You order something lightā¦ you're not really hungryā¦ and spend the entire time making unnecessary eye contact with Nanami.
"I read that you've never had a serious relationship. Is that true?" You ask
He stiffens. "I've been... focused on my career."
"Mmm." You lean closer. "So you're not really experienced then. With women." You trace the rim of your wine glass with one finger.
His eyes follow your finger. Then snap back to your face. āI wouldn't sayā¦.ā
"It's okay." You reach across the table and pat his hand. Let your fingers brush. "I can work with that. I have lots of experience."
His hand jerks back like "That's... very forward of you."
"Is it?" You bat your eyelashes.
The flush has spread to his ears now.
You spend the rest of the date making increasingly suggestive comments.
The food arrives. You eat slowly, making a show of enjoying every bite. At one point you let out a small soundā¦ and watch Nanami's knuckles go white around his fork.
He sets his fork down. Picks up his water. Takes a very long sip.
By the time the check arrivesā¦ he pays, of course, because he's āpoliteāā¦ Nanami Kento looks like he's been through a war.
"Call me." You wink. ā I had fun.ā
You left him standing there, looking like he needed a cold shower and possibly a priest.
Two down.
Folder 3
Ryomen Sukuna, 29
His photo wasā¦ intimidating.
Tattoos visible even in what was clearly a professional headshotā¦ which, props to whoever convinced him to sit for that. Expression that suggested he was mentally planning your murder.
CEO of a luxury hotel chain with international reach.
Also: multiple arrests.
Three assault charges, all dropped. One arson investigation, dismissed. Suspected ties to organized crime, never proven. The Itadori family's lawyers are apparently worth every yen, because this man should be in prison, not on a dating profile.
You switched to social media. His accounts were private, but fan accounts existed. FAN ACCOUNTS. For a CEO with anger issues??
Rich and dangerous. Probably bored of women throwing themselves at him.
Day 3 - Sukuna Ryomen Thursday, Private Members' Club
Operation: Gold Digger
You walk in wearing every piece of designer clothing you own. Dress with the Dior label clearly visible.
Sukuna makes no move to stand or pull out your chair when you arrive.
āHi!ā You slide into the seat across from him, dropping your designer bag on the table with a heavy thunk. ā Sorry I'm lateā
He nods onceā¦ crimson eyes dragging over your outfit with absolutely zero expression.
Not impressed. Not disgusted. Justā¦ nothing.
āThis place is so fancy. Is it expensive? It looks expensive." You lean forward, smiling brightly.
āYes.ā his expression doesn't change
Okay. Man of few words. You can work with this.
Silence.
The kind of silence that would make most people uncomfortable.
You push through it.
"So," you continue, "I looked you up. Your family is like, really rich, right? What's that like?"
His eyebrow raises slowly. Like he couldnāt believe youād just asked that. āIs that relevant?"
"Well, yeah." You laugh "I mean, that's why we're here, isn't it? To see if we're a good match? And I think lifestyle compatibility is super important."
Something that might have been disbelief crosses his face.
You flag down a waiter and order the most expensive thing on the menu.
"I love nice things," you explain. "and I can always tell quality when I see it. You can't really put a price on quality, you know? This dress, for exampleā¦ā You point at the dress āā¦.twenty eight thousand yen. Pre season Dior. I have a personal shopper who gets me things before they hit the regular collections.ā
The waiter returns with the champagne. You make him pour you a glass and immediately hold it up to the light, examining it critically.
"This is the '98, right? Not the '02? Because I can tell the difference."
You absolutely cannot tell the difference. You bought your last bottle of wine from a convenience store.
"You're quiteā¦.. direct," he says finallyā¦. watching you with an expression that's impossible to read. Disgust? Annoyance? Homicidal intent? All three?
Three words this time! Progress.
"I just believe in honesty." You take a sip of champagne. "I know what I bring to a relationship, and I know what I expect in return. Fair trade, right?"
"And what do you bring?" Sukuna asks, and you can't tell if hes genuinely curious or just morbidly fascinated by your audacity.
You gesture to yourself again, "Isn't it obvious?"
Sukuna picks up his wine glass and drinks half of it in one go. He spoke maybe twenty words total throughout the entire meal.
By the end, he looked ready to flip the table.
"This was fun," you say brightly as you leave. "We should do it again sometime. Maybe somewhere with better champagne?"
He just stares at you like you're an alien species.
āIāll wait for your messageā You give him a little wave. āCiao!ā
Three down
Folder 4
Gojo Satoru, 27
āOh fuck offā The photo alone made you want to throw your wine at the wall. Gorgeous didnāt even cover it. He looked like someone had designed him specifically to make women stupid.
You kept reading, already annoyed.
Heir to Gojo Enterprises. Worth billions with a B.
There were photos. So many photos.
Gojo at charity galas with models. Gojo at clubs with actresses. Gojo at a beach in Monaco with someone who was definitely an Instagram influencer.ā¦. always with beautiful women who looked like theyād never eaten carbs.
Rich, bored, and fucking everything that moves.
You grabbed your laptop and did what any sane person would doā¦ went full stalker mode on social media.
His Instagram was a goldmine of red flags. The comments were even better.
āMarry meā
āI volunteer as tributeā
āHe can ruin my lifeā
Jesus Christ.
This man has probably seen more lingerie than a Victoria's Secret buyer.
A manwhore with a trust fund
Day 4 - Gojo Satoru Friday, the Peninsula Hotel
Youre going to vomit.
Not from nervesā¦ well, maybe partly from nerves, but mainly because youāve stress eaten an entire sleeve of crackers in the Uber.
Also, your shapewear was cutting off circulation to your legs.
Why did you wear shapewear under a modest funeral dress? What were you even shaping? The outfit is practically a potato sack.
Too late now.
You're dressed like you're going to a funeral. Or church. Or a funeral at a church. Currently clutching a small cross pendant you borrowed from your grandmother's jewellery box.
You push open the doorā¦ which is heavier than it looks and you nearly face plant, great startā¦ and immediately spot him.
Gojo Satoru is impossible to miss. Jesus fucking Christ, those eyes.
He's scrolling on his phone, completely at ease, probably sexting three different women right now.
He looks up when you walk in and smiles
Oh no.
"You must be my future wife," he says, and his voice is warm honey poured over gravel. "I have to say, the photos didn't do you justice."
Don't react. Don't react. You're a good Christian woman who doesn't react to sinful men.
You arrange your face into something you hope reads as "scandalized."
"Thank you for taking the time to meet with me," you say, voice soft and earnest like you're greeting a pastor.
āOf course.ā He pulls out your chairā¦ gentleman points, you supposeā¦ and gestures. āPlease.ā
You sit, immediately folding your hands in your lap like you were at a prayer meeting.
He settles back into his chair, still smiling. That smile hasnāt faltered once. Is it surgically attached to his face?
āCan I get you anything?ā he asks. āCoffee? Tea?ā
āJust water, please.ā You smile sweetly.
The waiter brings water. You thank him quietly, taking small, delicate sips like you were in a Victorian novel.
Gojo leans back, completely comfortable. āSo, I have to admitā¦ I was curious when my parents mentioned this meeting.ā
āOh?ā
āYeah.ā That smile somehow got wider. āThey said you wereā¦ different from the usual arrangements.ā
Different. That could mean anything.
āDifferent how?ā you ask, tilting your head innocently.
āJust different.ā His eyes are doing that sparkly thing. Is he always this sparkly? Its unsettling. āBut Iām already intrigued.ā
Oh, he was intrigued now.
Just wait.
āThatās very kind of you,ā you say, voice still sweet and soft. āI should probably mention something upfront, though.ā
āOh?ā
āYes. Mr Gojoā You fold your hands more carefully, sitting up straighter
"Satoru, please." He sits back down, legs crossed, "Mr Gojo is my father. And he's an asshole, so."
You don't laugh. "I believe in traditional values."
"Oh?" his smile flickers
You pull out your phone and show him your lockscreenā¦ a stock photo of a church you found on Google last night. "I actually volunteer with my local congregation here. We do purity workshops for young women."
"Purity... workshops?"
"Mmhm. Teaching them to save themselves for their future husbands." You tilt your head. "Do you go to church, Mr Gojo?"
āNo.ā
Just flat out āno.ā Not even trying to soften it.
āOh.ā You bit your lip, looking concerned. āThatāsā¦ we might need to work on that. I could help you.ā
āAnd I should mentionā you add, voice dropping to a more serious tone ā We should have a chaperone for our dates until weāre engaged.ā
āA chaperone? Why?ā
āJust to avoid temptation!!!! Once weāre engaged we can spend more supervised time together.ā
Gojo drained his entire coffee in one long gulp.
The server came by to check on you. Gojo looked at them like they were a life raft. āActually, could I get another coffee? Double shot.ā
Every time Gojo tries to steer the conversation toward something normalā¦hobbies, work, interestsā¦. you bring it back to your values.
By the time youre finished, Gojo looks like heās aged five years.
āIāll be praying about this,ā you add brightly. āAbout whether God is calling us together. Iāll let you know what He reveals to me.ā
āRight. God. Sure.ā
āHave a blessed eveningā You give him your sweetest smile and leave him standing there, probably questioning every decision that has led to this moment.
All down
ā
Now you just had to wait for them to reject you.
The week that follows is blissfully silent. No calls. No texts. Youāve done it. Youāve successfully repelled four of the most eligible bachelors in the country through the sheer power of being a fucking nightmare.
You wake up on the eighth day, the morning sun streaming through your window, a victorious smirk on your face. You stretch, feeling lighter than you have in weeks.
The war is over
You reach for your phone on the nightstand to check the time.
And freeze.
Four notifications. Four messages. All received within minutes of each other, night.
Your heart plummets into your stomach. No. No, no, no.
With trembling fingers, you open them.
From: Gojo Satoruā¦ Round two, sweetheart? My place, Friday. Donāt worry, Iāll be on my best behavior.
From: Ryomen Sukuna Name your terms. Iām interested.
From: Nanami Kentoā¦ I would like to continue our discussion. Are you free Thursday evening at 7:00 PM?
From: Fushiguro Toji Hey. Youāre weird. Iām in.
You drop your phone on your face.
Fuck.
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the bedroom smells like warm vanilla and the desperate sweetness of your heat.
your fluffy bunny ears are wilted sideways, twitching every few seconds like they canāt decide whether to hide or beg. your little tail is practically vibrating against the sheetsāpuffy, white, and so sensitive that even the brush of kentoās sleeve against it makes you squeak.
āk-kenā¦ kento kento kentooooā¦ā you whimper, voice all syrupy and broken. your thighs keep trembling open wider even though theyāre already shaking from the last three rounds. āitās so warmā¦ ās not fairrrā¦ā
kento exhales slowly through his nose, suit jacket long discarded, tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows. his glasses are slightly fogged at the edges from how close heās been kept to your feverish skin. heās tryingāgod, heās trying so hardāto stay composed for you, to give you what you need.
āi know, sweetheart,ā he murmurs, voice low and velvet. one big, warm palm strokes down the length of your twitching ear; you immediately lean into it, melting. āiām right here.ā
kentoās not a small man any means, in fact the few women heās slept with throughout his life, most recently and consistently you, have always emphasised how much they struggled to fit him in. but now itās just not enough.
even when heās buried so deep you can feel him in your tummy, even when heās already filled you twiceāthick, hot pulses that make your toes curl and your fluffy tail thump-thump-thump against the mattressā itās never enough.
no knot.
no swollen, locking stretch to press right against that achey little spot thatās been screaming for pressure for hours, or tether to keep everything inside while your body tries to milk him dry. only him pulling out, and the warm slip of his release dribbling down your thighs, and the immediate fresh wave of empty heat that makes you cry all over again.
āneed moooore,ā you sob, grabbing at his broad shoulders with smaller hands, nails digging in to cling like youāll fall apart without him. āneed it to s-stayā¦ needāhicāneed you to stay i-inā¦ā
he hushes you gently, pressing his forehead to yours.
āiām not going anywhere,ā he promises, even as heās already hardening again against your soaked folds. he, too feels sensitive all over, and heās pretty sure heāll be shooting blanks soon if you donāt take a break, but heāll do just about anything to help you. ānot until this heat breaks, bunny.ā
he slides back in with one long, slow glide, and your poor overworked pussy flutters so eagerly it makes him groan low in his throat. you squeal, ears flopping forward to brush his cheek.
ās-so fullā¦ but not full enoughhhā¦ā
āi know, baby.ā He kisses the spot between your ears, then nuzzles the base of one velvety lobe until you shiver. āi know itās not the same. but youāre taking me so well anyway, arenāt you? my good little bunny.ā
you nod frantically, tears clinging to your lashes. āyour good bunnyā¦ ām yoursāyours yours yoursāā
he starts moving again in deep, deliberate rolls of his hips that make your thighs jump and your hip buck against him, making his hands holding you down to stop with the squirming. every thrust pushes more of his previous loads out around his cock; the wet, filthy sound mixes with your hiccuping moans and itās almost too much.
almost.
but not quite.
ākenā¦ knotāpleaseāp-please ..pretendāā you beg, voice cracking into the sweetest little sob. ājustā¦ just hold really still afterāreally deepāpleaseeee?ā
he can only groan in response, because how is he supposed to deny you when you ask like that?
so he gives you what he can.
pushes in to the hilt, grinds until youāre arched and gasping, then stays buried, arms caging you, chest pressed to your soft breasts, letting you feel every inch while your walls ripple and clutch around him like theyāre trying to pull a knot that isnāt there.
ālike this, sweetheart?ā he whispers against your tear-damp cheek. āis this what my bunny needs?ā
āi wonāt,ā he soothes, kissing your quivering mouth. āiāve got you. all night if I have to.ā
and he does.
again. and again. and then a few more times after that too.
pumping you full until youāre leaking, soothing you with pets and kisses and murmured praise, holding so still and so deep when you beg for itāuntil your heat finally starts to softenā¦ just a little.
just enough until morning, anyway.
because bunnies, heās learning, are very greedy little things.
thinking of a p2 where he asks to borrow his neighbours hybrid to knot herā¦ā¦ā¦.. snow leopard toru or doberman toji? š¤
the gap moe is gojo satoru, number one gaming youtuber in japan, and how he crashes out loser style whenever people hit on his vlogger girlfriend. (thatās you, by the way.)
content: language, crude humor, crack fic, modern au, youtuber au, everyone is an adult, hints of reverse harem
