‷ ă SYNOPSIS ËËË In which Robert is sick of playing eye tag with you, and decided that SDNâs annual Banquet is the perfect time to make that clear...only, you seem to make it your goal to make him as worked up as possible. :: AFAB!reader x Robert R.
CONTENTS - everyone seems to keep you away from Robert grrr, oral sex m!rec, multiple creampies (wrap it up), ridiculous tension, exhibitionism and dumbification if you squint, z-team cameo, light choking, marking, p in v, porn with plot, nervous Robert blink and you miss it, spanking, fingering f!rec, deepthroating, slight breath play, Robert is obsessed with your eyes/eye contact, idek this shit just raunchy...
GENRE & WC - smut, 11.1k (oops..)
authors note: not fully edited lawddd, but enjoy
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â The faint buzzing in your purse caused you to perk up ever so slightly, hands reaching into your small purse to dig out your phone.
The buzzing seemed to catch the attention of your teammate, and âdateâ, Victor. His large bat ears twitching as he glanced over at you for just a moment before returning to the back of the drivers head.
âRobert?â Victor questioned, his gaze still locked forward. He was fully aware of whatever weird HR violation you and Robert had going on, often being subjected to hear you ramble about it after work every dayâŠhence why heâs even your date tonight in the first place. You want Robertâs attention, his jealousy. So of course he would help you, like any good friend.
And dammit, if Victor wasnât ecstatic at the opportunity to piss off Robert. Two birds with one stone.
âGod, i hope so.â You grin, biting your glossed up lip as you open your phone, the bright glow causing you to squint for a moment as it illuminated your face in the dark car, all the while you pointedly ignoring the small head shake and snicker Victor gives you. Though the moment your eyes land on your message notifications, they practically light up.
Robert : 8:38pm â
â Hey.â
âOn your way yet?â
You scan over the text quickly before your fingers are flying over the keyboard, typing up a response so uniquely you that youâre sure Robert rolls his eyes when you send it.
You : 8:39pm â
âWhy? Do you wanna see me that badly?â
You wait impatiently for his reply as you watch the 3 bubbles pop up in the corner of your text, heeled foot tapping against the floor of your Uber. Meanwhile Victorâs getting invested now, his blinded gaze finally leaving the back of the drivers head as it makes its way to you. âWhatâd he say?âActually, what did you say?â He questioned as his eyes narrowed for a moment.
âJust waitâŠheâs typing.â You huff in response, to which Victor holds his hand up in mock surrender.
Robert : 8:41pm â
âMaybe. Is that an issue?â
You nearly squealed like a school girl. You were an absolute sucker for your ridiculously hot ( and miserable ) boss-of-sorts. The way he seemed to handle your attitude and teasing so easilyâŠthe idea of it made you dizzy and fuzzy in the legs. You quickly shook off the thoughtsâyou had to reply; and fast.
You : 8:43pm â
âMmmâŠno.â
âJust wanted to hear you say it.â
You grinned at your own reply, but before you could even think at what he would say, his reply was sent.
Robert : 8:43pm â
âThought so. Let me know when you get here.â
It's like he nearly predicted your text.
What he couldn't predict? The fact that you wouldn't listen.
You've arrived at the banquet with not as much as a text to Robert about your arrival, your arm was snuggly wrapped around Victors as the two of you walk inside, allowing yourself to admire the large ballroom.
A gorgeous high painted ceiling with dangling chandeliers, your eyes darting around the circular ballroom to the velvet-floored hallways, each leading to a guest's suite, your rooms keycard now snug in your purse.
"Hey...i'm gonna leave you alone for just a sec, alright?" Victor suddenly speaks up, his tone suspiciously sheepish.
"Victor-?" You spoke up, only to see a small white baggy peak from his pocket as he walked off, his arm untangling from yours. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.
"I'll meet you at the table!" He calls over his shoulder, giving a small wave before he disappeared into the crowd.
"Asshole.." You muttered, letting your gaze scan the room, eyes lingering for an extra second on familiar faces...and when the eyes you felt burning into the back of your skull became almost unbearable, you finally crane your neck, looking over your shoulder to meet the gaze of familiar-dark and serious, eyes.
Just as a grin began to form on your lips, you were suddenly tugged forward when a familiar Australian accent rang out in your ears.
"Late, as always," Malevola teased, pulling you along to dance. "Y'know, Robert's been looking for you since he got here,â She snickers, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as the two of you swayed.
"I know, he texted me." You replied with a grin, taking the moment to glance back over your shoulder.
And you couldn't hide the shiver you felt when you realized he was still looking right at you.
You decide to play it off, flashing him a smile before turning back to Malevola, your conversation inaudible to Robert from across the room as he narrowed his gaze in your direction, almost desperately trying to read your lips.
"If he keeps this up, he'll burn two holes into your head at this rate," Malevola spoke up over the music, almost sighing as she shakes her head.
"You think so? We've played longer games of whatever this is, believe it or not." You replied, nearly grinning to yourself as you swirled the wine in your glass--which you had swiftly taken from a waiters tray when he breezed by with the quick offer.
"Maybe you should give him a break? Actually speak to him?" Malevola questions, almost, just almost, feeling bad for Robert with your obvious teasing.
"Probably...I was hoping he'd decide to come up to me..but I guess he's being patient," you huffed, cheeks puffing for just a moment before looking back at Robert. only to find him seated at a table. Alone.
"...But I've never been patient, honestly." You shrugged, giving Malevola a swift wave before turning on your heel and making a beeline for Robert, eyeing his black satin button up and the way it fit him in a way that was almost sinful.
When you finally made your way over to Robert, you sat down beside him, your chair facing his as you leaned an elbow onto the table.
"You never texted me," Robert spoke up the moment you sat down, forcing himself to keep his gazed locked on his drink. "Was it on purpose? Or do you just enjoy fucking with meâ?" He questioned, his tone laced with sarcasm as usual, but a hint of something else was in his voice. restraint, maybe?
"Maybe. Is that an issue?" You mocked, quoting his text from earlier with a shit eating grin on your face.
His gaze immediately narrowed, biting back whatever slick comment was on his tongue. "Don't even start being like that. Youâ.." He cut himself off, whatever he was planning to say dying on his tongue almost immediately when he felt your heel graze the inside of his calf.
He nearly gave a sigh.
"Don't what?" You spoke, honeying your tone as you played oblivious, heel running up and down his leg slowly.
"Don't...just don't be an ass, yea?" He suddenly spoke up, rough hand grabbing your ankle under the table to stop youâand to give himself a moment to think about anything but the way you look in that dress. "Quit it, will you?" He mutters, keeping your ankle firm in his grasp.
But you didn't miss the way his thumb ran across your skin for just a moment.
Before you could speak, he sighed, pressing his forehead against his own glass of wine, his eyes shutting for a moment before they opened to find your gaze. "By the way, you...you lookâ" He began, his eyes trailing down your form before he was cut off by a voice behind him.
"Well! You've finally Arrived, Phenomenal!" Katon speaks up, his chest puffed out and confident as usual. Meanwhile Roberts eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at the interruption.
But It was Katon, Phenomaman of all people. You wouldn't choose him over Robert, that much Robert knew. You knew it too.
So when you agreed to his invitation to dance, you didn't miss the way Robert nearly shattered his glass in his hand at being blown off for the umpteenth time tonight. He was seething.
Dammit, he was needy. And you in that god forsaken dress wasn't helping him at all right now.
You spared him a singular glance over your shoulder, giving him a look and a wave before you blended into the crowd with Katon to dance.
But to Robert, you did the exact opposite. You stood out in the crowd to him like a sore thumb. Your figure swaying along with Katon--and it was pissing him off immensely. You should be dancing with him, you knew that.
So why were you so insistent on being difficult?
He saw you. Saw the way you kept glancing back over in his direction. The way you swayed a little more when your back faced him. He saw it all.
So when you excused yourself from Katon to the ballrooms balcony, he was on his feet following you.
You gave a deep sigh as you leaned on the balcony's railing, the air refreshing on your lungs and the breeze cooling down your skin, until you were suddenly warm again, looking down only to find two arms on either side of you, the familiar black satin rolled up to the elbows to reveal the even more familiar scars.
"Robert,â"
'"What the fuck are you playing at? Huh?" He suddenly snapped, his voice warm against your ear. "You've been acting up all night, the hell's your problem, huh?" He adds, grabbing you firmly by the waist as he spins you around, his gaze burning into yours.
"...Been driving me crazy all god damn night, care to explain why that is?" His voice just barley above a whisper as he speaks, his gaze dropping down to your lips for just a moment before returning to yours, quietly waiting for your response.
You had to fight for your damn life to fight back the smirk that threatened to form on your lips. You had been driving him crazy all night...and you loved the way it was turning out. "I don't have a clue what you're talking about Robert, I've been socializing, who says ive got time to be worrying about you?â"
Roberts grip tightened on your waist, tugging you closer till your noses nearly touched. "Don't give me that bullshit right now. I've been keeping my eye on you. you know I have." He spoke, the end of his sentence sounding almost breathless as his hair gently blew with the wind. His gaze locked on yours.
"I know," You whispered in return. Your own gaze unwavering, stone hard against his own as your hand moved to caress his shoulder, pulling him closer ever so slightly.
"God dammit," He sighed, pulling away as he stepped back, running a hand through his hair then down his face as he turned away from you for a moment, taking in a deep breath--like he was trying to control himself, undoing the top button of his shirt before finally turning back to you. "youâ"
"What're you two doing out here? Party's inside, bitches," Alice's voice suddenly rang out, her half pink and half blue bob seeming brighter under the balcony lights, causing a grin to fall onto your lips at Roberts frustration. he looked like he was about to snap.
"Yea...weâ" You began before Robert spoke over you, his gaze still locked on you as he spoke over his shoulder. It seems no one could finish their sentences right about now.
"We..were just about to head back inside." He spoke, his tone suspiciously measured as he raised his brows at you in silent warning.
Only when Alice walked back inside did Robert Practically pounce on you, leading you back inside by the wrist as he kept his gaze cool and measured as you both weaved through the crowd and upstairs--to the suites.
"Thought you were all calm and collected Robert, what happened to 'not in a business setting'?â" You snickered as he practically shoved you into his suite. Your purse sliding off your arm onto the small dining table.
Though, before you had the chance to admire the absurdly large Suite SDN gave him, you were being spun around, stumbling until your lower back hit the back of the suites gray couch. One of Roberts hands landing firmly beside you on the couch, the other on your waist as he pulled you in, his lips finally crashing onto yours.
It wasn't soft, it was needy, desperate. Like he had been aching for this moment and was finally letting It all out. His tongue swiped against your lips before slipping past, giving a soft groan as he pressed closer to you.
The kiss was dizzying. He barley gave you a moment to breath, leaving you gasping against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling breathlessly when he picked you up by the thighs, staggering to sit on the couch with you perched on his lap.
His hands were greedy, exploring every inch of your body they could reach as his lips stayed on yours.
"Never knew you were so needy," You teased against your mingling breaths, only for him to wrap his hand around the nape of your neck and pull you back into the kiss.
"Shut it." He muttered in reply between kisses, nipping at your bottom lip enough to make you gasp before slipping his tongue back past your lips. His free hand finding purchase on your hip, holding you down firmly on his lap.
You couldn't help the moan that slipped past your lips as he held you down against his lap, feeling somethingâhim, between your legs. You felt a rush of pride as you rolled your hips against his own, pulling a gasp from him before he held your hips still.
"You keep pushing your luck," Robert muttered, pulling back from the kiss as his hands rested on your hips, his thumb running over the skin of your dress as he tightened his grasp periodically.
He fought back a grin when you followed his lips for a moment when he pulled away, scoffing at the small, almost unnoticeable frown that formed on your lips.
You wanted to make a sly remarkâanything, just for the sake of being difficult. Yet you only found yourself staring at him, not quite catching whatever look he gave you before Robertâto what you could only name, manhandled you over his lap, one hand holding you down while the other rested on the back of your thigh.
âMaybe.., I should fix that.â He spoke with a quick raise of his brows, tone cool and measured as he began pulling your dress up, the fabric scrunching up right on your hips to reveal your panties underneath.
Your gaze widened at the sudden predicament you found yourself in, collecting your thoughts before looking over your shoulder at Robert as your hands held the side of his thigh tightly.
âYou wanna spank me?â You nearly laughed. Robert was the most vanilla looking man youâve ever seen in your life. No way in hell was this man kinkyâlet alone into spanking. âYou wouldnât, no, you couldnât! Youâre the same guy who looked at sonar weird for liking cuffsâshit!â
Your ridicule towards him was cut short by a your gasp, followed by a sudden stinging and loud âclapâ!â as his hand landed down against your skin, the area slowly beginning to feel warm.
âIâm sorry, what was that?â He questions with feigned curiosity, his hand rubbing the reddening skin of your ass as the other held your back down.
Your hands squeezed the cotton fabric of his slacks as you took a moment to recover from the sting, your gaze firm on the carpet floor of the suites living room. "Hahâyou are fucking unbelievable, Robert..â You breathed out, a grin forming on your lips.
âIf you wanted to touch my ass that bad, couldâve just asked, yâknow.â You teased, before you felt his hand land onceâthen twice, each hit on a different cheek as you kicked your legs up with a small squeal.
âOh yeah, sweetheart?..you make it sound so easy,â He spoke, his voice lower then before as he gave a sigh through his nose.
Smackâ!
âAs if you wouldnât tease and tease, like you already have been all night.â He continues, his hand rubbing the tender skin as he chooses not to comment on the way your thighs squeeze together, only moving his hand to hold them apart.
âRobertââ You huffed out, trying not to sound as breathless as you actually were. âI thought youâd hit harder than that,â you murmured, grinning at your own comment.
âjesus, you just donât know when to quit it, do you?â He muttered, suddenly yanking you up so your back was pressed hard against his back, his knees keeping your legs pried open. Before you even had the chance to comment he landed another smack onto you, except this time right between your legs.
âShitâ!â You jolted, your thighs tensing as they tried to close, but his legs kept you openâvulnerable. Your hand reached back to tangle itself in his hair behind you, taking a moment to tug on his brunette locks, the other bracing itself on his thigh.
Robertâs hand slid down from your knee, his fingers grazing over the dampening patch on your panties. âYou love this shit, donât you?â He mutters quietly against your ear, almost like a realization.
He doesnât flinch when you tug at his hair, only letting his fingers lightly brush over your panties once more before slowly moving to pull them aside, 2 of his rough fingers trailing up and down between your slit. âFucking soaked. You get off from driving me god damn crazy, pretty? Being all rough with you causeâ you pissed me off?â He spoke, and he nearly scoffed when you gave a soft sigh.
âMhmâŠpissed off is a damn good look on you,â You breathed out with a smile as you felt his finger circle your clit, hands tightening in his hair again for just a moment. Your back arched against his touch as he pressed down a little harder, his free hand rubbing up and down your waist.
âyouâre annoying as all hell, i hope you know that.â He mutters quietly agaisnt the skin of your neck, his lips brushing your pulse as he nips at the warm skin before soothing the sting with a lick.
âYou love it,â You teased, and all he gave in response was a small hum against your neck before his hand on your waist slid down, slipping in 2 fingers, letting them curl agaisnt your gummy walls. His other hand remaining focused on your clit, teasing with feather light circles.
âMmnâGod..â You moaned softly, biting down on your bottom lip as your hips rocked against his fingers, leaning your head back onto his shoulder as he continued peppering kissing and leaving bruising marks along the column of your throat. He gently groaned when you tugged on his hair again, his hips bucking up instinctively before relaxing.
His fingers continued their ministrations, scissoring you open as he kept his face buried in your neck. Your moans and whines made it increasingly difficult not to just fuck you stupid on the couch. When he pulled away from your neck, His hand slipped away from your clit, slowly dragging up your body, grazing your hardened nipples before wrapping around your throat.
Not enough to make it hard to breathe, but enough to let you know he couldâand would, if he was tempted.
You whined at the loss of his hand, but it was quickly forgotten when his fingers brushed against that soft spot inside you, starring your vision for a moment as you squirmed, your breathing becoming labored.
âLook at you now, what happened to all that talk, hm? Havenât even fucked you yet and youâre all whiny.â He couldnât help but snicker, tightening his grip for a moment when you didnât reply. âI asked you a question, pretty girl. Answer it.â
You bit at your bottom lip, your hand coming down from his hair to cup your boob, toying with your hardened nipple as your hips squirmed, letting your clit grinding against his palm.
âKeep going,â You breathedâbegged. You could be difficult later, right now all you wanted was for the knot forming in your stomach to be satiated.
Robert gave a half-hearted scoff as a small smile fell onto his lips. âThought so,â
His forearm flexed as he began to quicken the pace of his wrist, your cunt squelching with each thrust of his fingers. Meanwhile your back arched, hands toying with your breast as you moaned you pleas of âbeing so close.â
"Ngh, fuck! Robert, m'comingm'comingâ!" You gasped out, vision nearly blurring as one of your hands grasped his wrist, feeling the knot in your stomach come undone as you tried to catch your breath, your thighs shaking as he kept them pried open.
When he finally felt you squeeze around his fingers, his grasp on your throat loosened slightly, letting you ride out your high as his continued to pump his fingers until you began to whin that it was 'too much'.
"Oh, so now you wanna complain?" Robert mocked, his hands rubbing the inside of your thighs before maneuvering youâslightly gentler than before, as he puts you on the floor, the soft carpet grazing your knees as you knelt infant of his man-spread form.
You finally caught your breath, hands resting on Roberts knees are you gazed up at him, eyes glossed over with need. "What? You want me to suck your dick?" You questioned between deep breaths, a grin forming on your lips as you gazed up at him.
"And if I do? You gonna do it, or you going to whine that it's 'too much' again?" He snickered, only for his smile to falter slightly as you reached for his slacks, hurriedly tugging down the waist band along with his boxers, his cock suddenly springing free.
You took a moment to admire him, his cock twitchy with a reddened tip
The faint buzzing in your purse caused you to perk up ever so slightly, hands reaching into your small purse to dig out your phone.
The buzzing seemed to catch the attention of your teammate, and âdateâ, Victor. His large bat ears twitching as he glanced over at you for just a moment before returning to the back of the drivers head.
âRobert?â Victor questioned, his gaze still locked forward. He was fully aware of whatever weird HR violation you and Robert had going on, often being subjected to hear you ramble about it after work every dayâŠhence why heâs even your date tonight in the first place. You want Robertâs attention, his jealousy. So of course he would help you, like any good friend.
And dammit, if Victor wasnât ecstatic at the opportunity to piss off Robert. Two birds with one stone.
âGod, i hope so.â You grin, biting your glossed up lip as you open your phone, the bright glow causing you to squint for a moment as it illuminated your face in the dark car, all the while you pointedly ignoring the small head shake and snicker Victor gives you. Though the moment your eyes land on your message notifications, they practically light up.
Robert : 8:38pm â
â Hey.â
âOn your way yet?â
You scan over the text quickly before your fingers are flying over the keyboard, typing up a response so uniquely you that youâre sure Robert rolls his eyes when you send it.
You : 8:39pm â
âWhy? Do you wanna see me that badly?â
You wait impatiently for his reply as you watch the 3 bubbles pop up in the corner of your text, heeled foot tapping against the floor of your Uber. Meanwhile Victorâs getting invested now, his blinded gaze finally leaving the back of the drivers head as it makes its way to you. âWhatâd he say?âActually, what did you say?â He questioned as his eyes narrowed for a moment.
âJust waitâŠheâs typing.â You huff in response, to which Victor holds his hand up in mock surrender.
Robert : 8:41pm â
âMaybe. Is that an issue?â
You nearly squealed like a school girl. You were an absolute sucker for your ridiculously hot ( and miserable ) boss-of-sorts. The way he seemed to handle your attitude and teasing so easilyâŠthe idea of it made you dizzy and fuzzy in the legs. You quickly shook off the thoughtsâyou had to reply; and fast.
You : 8:43pm â âMmmâŠno.â
âJust wanted to hear you say it.â
You grinned at your own reply, but before you could even think at what he would say, his reply was sent.
Robert : 8:43pm â âThought so. Let me know when you get here.â
It's like he nearly predicted your text.
What he couldn't predict? The fact that you wouldn't listen.
You've arrived at the banquet with not as much as a text to Robert about your arrival, your arm was snuggly wrapped around Victors as the two of you walk inside, allowing yourself to admire the large ballroom.
A gorgeous high painted ceiling with dangling chandeliers, your eyes darting around the circular ballroom to the velvet-floored hallways, each leading to a guest's suite, your rooms keycard now snug in your purse.
"Hey...i'm gonna leave you alone for just a sec, alright?" Victor suddenly speaks up, his tone suspiciously sheepish.
"Victor-?" You spoke up, only to see a small white baggy peak from his pocket as he walked off, his arm untangling from yours. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.
"I'll meet you at the table!" He calls over his shoulder, giving a small wave before he disappeared into the crowd.
"Asshole.." You muttered, letting your gaze scan the room, eyes lingering for an extra second on familiar faces...and when the eyes you felt burning into the back of your skull became almost unbearable, you finally crane your neck, looking over your shoulder to meet the gaze of familiar-dark and serious, eyes.
Just as a grin began to form on your lips, you were suddenly tugged forward when a familiar Australian accent rang out in your ears.
"Late, as always," Malevola teased, pulling you along to dance. "Y'know, Robert's been looking for you since he got here,â She snickers, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as the two of you swayed.
"I know, he texted me." You replied with a grin, taking the moment to glance back over your shoulder.
And you couldn't hide the shiver you felt when you realized he was still looking right at you.
You decide to play it off, flashing him a smile before turning back to Malevola, your conversation inaudible to Robert from across the room as he narrowed his gaze in your direction, almost desperately trying to read your lips.
"If he keeps this up, he'll burn two holes into your head at this rate," Malevola spoke up over the music, almost sighing as she shakes her head.
"You think so? We've played longer games of whatever this is, believe it or not." You replied, nearly grinning to yourself as you swirled the wine in your glass--which you had swiftly taken from a waiters tray when he breezed by with the quick offer.
"Maybe you should give him a break? Actually speak to him?" Malevola questions, almost, just almost, feeling bad for Robert with your obvious teasing.
"Probably...I was hoping he'd decide to come up to me..but I guess he's being patient," you huffed, cheeks puffing for just a moment before looking back at Robert. only to find him seated at a table. Alone.
"...But I've never been patient, honestly." You shrugged, giving Malevola a swift wave before turning on your heel and making a beeline for Robert, eyeing his black satin button up and the way it fit him in a way that was almost sinful.
When you finally made your way over to Robert, you sat down beside him, your chair facing his as you leaned an elbow onto the table.
"You never texted me," Robert spoke up the moment you sat down, forcing himself to keep his gazed locked on his drink. "Was it on purpose? Or do you just enjoy fucking with meâ?" He questioned, his tone laced with sarcasm as usual, but a hint of something else was in his voice. restraint, maybe?
"Maybe. Is that an issue?" You mocked, quoting his text from earlier with a shit eating grin on your face.
His gaze immediately narrowed, biting back whatever slick comment was on his tongue. "Don't even start being like that. Youâ.." He cut himself off, whatever he was planning to say dying on his tongue almost immediately when he felt your heel graze the inside of his calf.
He nearly gave a sigh.
"Don't what?" You spoke, honeying your tone as you played oblivious, heel running up and down his leg slowly.
"Don't...just don't be an ass, yea?" He suddenly spoke up, rough hand grabbing your ankle under the table to stop youâand to give himself a moment to think about anything but the way you look in that dress. "Quit it, will you?" He mutters, keeping your ankle firm in his grasp.
But you didn't miss the way his thumb ran across your skin for just a moment.
Before you could speak, he sighed, pressing his forehead against his own glass of wine, his eyes shutting for a moment before they opened to find your gaze. "By the way, you...you lookâ" He began, his eyes trailing down your form before he was cut off by a voice behind him.
"Well! You've finally Arrived, Phenomenal!" Katon speaks up, his chest puffed out and confident as usual. Meanwhile Roberts eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at the interruption.
But It was Katon, Phenomaman of all people. You wouldn't choose him over Robert, that much Robert knew. You knew it too.
So when you agreed to his invitation to dance, you didn't miss the way Robert nearly shattered his glass in his hand at being blown off for the umpteenth time tonight. He was seething.
Dammit, he was needy. And you in that god forsaken dress wasn't helping him at all right now.
You spared him a singular glance over your shoulder, giving him a look and a wave before you blended into the crowd with Katon to dance.
But to Robert, you did the exact opposite. You stood out in the crowd to him like a sore thumb. Your figure swaying along with Katon--and it was pissing him off immensely. You should be dancing with him, you knew that.
So why were you so insistent on being difficult?
He saw you. Saw the way you kept glancing back over in his direction. The way you swayed a little more when your back faced him. He saw it all.
So when you excused yourself from Katon to the ballrooms balcony, he was on his feet following you.
You gave a deep sigh as you leaned on the balcony's railing, the air refreshing on your lungs and the breeze cooling down your skin, until you were suddenly warm again, looking down only to find two arms on either side of you, the familiar black satin rolled up to the elbows to reveal the even more familiar scars.
"Robert,â"
'"What the fuck are you playing at? Huh?" He suddenly snapped, his voice warm against your ear. "You've been acting up all night, the hell's your problem, huh?" He adds, grabbing you firmly by the waist as he spins you around, his gaze burning into yours.
"...Been driving me crazy all god damn night, care to explain why that is?" His voice just barley above a whisper as he speaks, his gaze dropping down to your lips for just a moment before returning to yours, quietly waiting for your response.
You had to fight for your damn life to fight back the smirk that threatened to form on your lips. You had been driving him crazy all night...and you loved the way it was turning out. "I don't have a clue what you're talking about Robert, I've been socializing, who says ive got time to be worrying about you?â"
Roberts grip tightened on your waist, tugging you closer till your noses nearly touched. "Don't give me that bullshit right now. I've been keeping my eye on you. you know I have." He spoke, the end of his sentence sounding almost breathless as his hair gently blew with the wind. His gaze locked on yours.
"I know," You whispered in return. Your own gaze unwavering, stone hard against his own as your hand moved to caress his shoulder, pulling him closer ever so slightly.
"God dammit," He sighed, pulling away as he stepped back, running a hand through his hair then down his face as he turned away from you for a moment, taking in a deep breath--like he was trying to control himself, undoing the top button of his shirt before finally turning back to you. "youâ"
"What're you two doing out here? Party's inside, bitches," Alice's voice suddenly rang out, her half pink and half blue bob seeming brighter under the balcony lights, causing a grin to fall onto your lips at Roberts frustration. he looked like he was about to snap.
"Yea...weâ" You began before Robert spoke over you, his gaze still locked on you as he spoke over his shoulder. It seems no one could finish their sentences right about now.
"We..were just about to head back inside." He spoke, his tone suspiciously measured as he raised his brows at you in silent warning.
Only when Alice walked back inside did Robert Practically pounce on you, leading you back inside by the wrist as he kept his gaze cool and measured as you both weaved through the crowd and upstairs--to the suites.
"Thought you were all calm and collected Robert, what happened to 'not in a business setting'?â" You snickered as he practically shoved you into his suite. Your purse sliding off your arm onto the small dining table.
Though, before you had the chance to admire the absurdly large Suite SDN gave him, you were being spun around, stumbling until your lower back hit the back of the suites gray couch. One of Roberts hands landing firmly beside you on the couch, the other on your waist as he pulled you in, his lips finally crashing onto yours.
It wasn't soft, it was needy, desperate. Like he had been aching for this moment and was finally letting It all out. His tongue swiped against your lips before slipping past, giving a soft groan as he pressed closer to you.
The kiss was dizzying. He barley gave you a moment to breath, leaving you gasping against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling breathlessly when he picked you up by the thighs, staggering to sit on the couch with you perched on his lap.
His hands were greedy, exploring every inch of your body they could reach as his lips stayed on yours.
"Never knew you were so needy," You teased against your mingling breaths, only for him to wrap his hand around the nape of your neck and pull you back into the kiss.
"Shut it." He muttered in reply between kisses, nipping at your bottom lip enough to make you gasp before slipping his tongue back past your lips. His free hand finding purchase on your hip, holding you down firmly on his lap.
You couldn't help the moan that slipped past your lips as he held you down against his lap, feeling somethingâhim, between your legs. You felt a rush of pride as you rolled your hips against his own, pulling a gasp from him before he held your hips still.
"You keep pushing your luck," Robert muttered, pulling back from the kiss as his hands rested on your hips, his thumb running over the skin of your dress as he tightened his grasp periodically.
He fought back a grin when you followed his lips for a moment when he pulled away, scoffing at the small, almost unnoticeable frown that formed on your lips.
You wanted to make a sly remarkâanything, just for the sake of being difficult. Yet you only found yourself staring at him, not quite catching whatever look he gave you before Robertâto what you could only name, manhandled you over his lap, one hand holding you down while the other rested on the back of your thigh.
âMaybe.., I should fix that.â He spoke with a quick raise of his brows, tone cool and measured as he began pulling your dress up, the fabric scrunching up right on your hips to reveal your panties underneath.
Your gaze widened at the sudden predicament you found yourself in, collecting your thoughts before looking over your shoulder at Robert as your hands held the side of his thigh tightly.
âYou wanna spank me?â You nearly laughed. Robert was the most vanilla looking man youâve ever seen in your life. No way in hell was this man kinkyâlet alone into spanking. âYou wouldnât, no, you couldnât! Youâre the same guy who looked at sonar weird for liking cuffsâshit!â
Your ridicule towards him was cut short by a your gasp, followed by a sudden stinging and loud âclapâ!â as his hand landed down against your skin, the area slowly beginning to feel warm.
âIâm sorry, what was that?â He questions with feigned curiosity, his hand rubbing the reddening skin of your ass as the other held your back down.
Your hands squeezed the cotton fabric of his slacks as you took a moment to recover from the sting, your gaze firm on the carpet floor of the suites living room. "Hahâyou are fucking unbelievable, Robert..â You breathed out, a grin forming on your lips.
âIf you wanted to touch my ass that bad, couldâve just asked, yâknow.â You teased, before you felt his hand land onceâthen twice, each hit on a different cheek as you kicked your legs up with a small squeal.
âOh yeah, sweetheart?..you make it sound so easy,â He spoke, his voice lower then before as he gave a sigh through his nose.
Smackâ!
âAs if you wouldnât tease and tease, like you already have been all night.â He continues, his hand rubbing the tender skin as he chooses not to comment on the way your thighs squeeze together, only moving his hand to hold them apart.
âRobertââ You huffed out, trying not to sound as breathless as you actually were. âI thought youâd hit harder than that,â you murmured, grinning at your own comment.
âjesus, you just donât know when to quit it, do you?â He muttered, suddenly yanking you up so your back was pressed hard against his back, his knees keeping your legs pried open. Before you even had the chance to comment he landed another smack onto you, except this time right between your legs.
âShitâ!â You jolted, your thighs tensing as they tried to close, but his legs kept you openâvulnerable. Your hand reached back to tangle itself in his hair behind you, taking a moment to tug on his brunette locks, the other bracing itself on his thigh.
Robertâs hand slid down from your knee, his fingers grazing over the dampening patch on your panties. âYou love this shit, donât you?â He mutters quietly against your ear, almost like a realization.
He doesnât flinch when you tug at his hair, only letting his fingers lightly brush over your panties once more before slowly moving to pull them aside, 2 of his rough fingers trailing up and down between your slit. âFucking soaked. You get off from driving me god damn crazy, pretty? Being all rough with you causeâ you pissed me off?â He spoke, and he nearly scoffed when you gave a soft sigh.
âMhmâŠpissed off is a damn good look on you,â You breathed out with a smile as you felt his finger circle your clit, hands tightening in his hair again for just a moment. Your back arched against his touch as he pressed down a little harder, his free hand rubbing up and down your waist.
âyouâre annoying as all hell, i hope you know that.â He mutters quietly agaisnt the skin of your neck, his lips brushing your pulse as he nips at the warm skin before soothing the sting with a lick.
âYou love it,â You teased, and all he gave in response was a small hum against your neck before his hand on your waist slid down, slipping in 2 fingers, letting them curl agaisnt your gummy walls. His other hand remaining focused on your clit, teasing with feather light circles.
âMmnâGod..â You moaned softly, biting down on your bottom lip as your hips rocked against his fingers, leaning your head back onto his shoulder as he continued peppering kissing and leaving bruising marks along the column of your throat. He gently groaned when you tugged on his hair again, his hips bucking up instinctively before relaxing.
His fingers continued their ministrations, scissoring you open as he kept his face buried in your neck. Your moans and whines made it increasingly difficult not to just fuck you stupid on the couch. When he pulled away from your neck, His hand slipped away from your clit, slowly dragging up your body, grazing your hardened nipples before wrapping around your throat.
Not enough to make it hard to breathe, but enough to let you know he couldâand would, if he was tempted.
You whined at the loss of his hand, but it was quickly forgotten when his fingers brushed against that soft spot inside you, starring your vision for a moment as you squirmed, your breathing becoming labored.
âLook at you now, what happened to all that talk, hm? Havenât even fucked you yet and youâre all whiny.â He couldnât help but snicker, tightening his grip for a moment when you didnât reply. âI asked you a question, pretty girl. Answer it.â
You bit at your bottom lip, your hand coming down from his hair to cup your boob, toying with your hardened nipple as your hips squirmed, letting your clit grinding against his palm.
âKeep going,â You breathedâbegged. You could be difficult later, right now all you wanted was for the knot forming in your stomach to be satiated.
Robert gave a half-hearted scoff as a small smile fell onto his lips. âThought so,â
His forearm flexed as he began to quicken the pace of his wrist, your cunt squelching with each thrust of his fingers. Meanwhile your back arched, hands toying with your breast as you moaned you pleas of âbeing so close.â
"Ngh, fuck! Robert, m'comingm'comingâ!" You gasped out, vision nearly blurring as one of your hands grasped his wrist, feeling the knot in your stomach come undone as you tried to catch your breath, your thighs shaking as he kept them pried open.
When he finally felt you squeeze around his fingers, his grasp on your throat loosened slightly, letting you ride out your high as his continued to pump his fingers until you began to whin that it was 'too much'.
"Oh, so now you wanna complain?" Robert mocked, his hands rubbing the inside of your thighs before maneuvering youâslightly gentler than before, as he puts you on the floor, the soft carpet grazing your knees as you knelt infant of his man-spread form.
You finally caught your breath, hands resting on Roberts knees are you gazed up at him, eyes glossed over with need. "What? You want me to suck your dick?" You questioned between deep breaths, a grin forming on your lips as you gazed up at him.
You finally caught your breath, the plush carpet caressing your knees as you knelt in front of him, both hands resting on his thighs. âWhat? Want me to suck your dick?â You teased between deep breaths, resting your chin on his knee as you gazed up at him, your eyes already glossed over.
"And if I do? You gonna do it? Or you're going to whine that it's 'too much' again?" He snickered as he leaned back against the couch, only for his smile to falter for a moment when he watched you hurriedly tug down his unbuttoned slacks and boxers, his cock springing free as it rested against his stomach.
You took a moment to admire him, his cock long and veiny, twitching with need as a drop of precum dripped down the side from his reddened tip. You took him into your hand, gently stroking him as you leaned forward, your gaze never leaving his as you licked your lips.
âYou think I can't take it? You've really gotta cool your ego, Robââ You began, continuing to be difficult as always until Robert took ahold of his cock from you, swiftly leading your head closer by your jaw and squishing your cheeks to open your mouth.
âOpen up. Tongue out.â He ordered, his tone not leaving room to argue.
You didn't hesitate to stick out your tongue, feeling the weight of his tip against it as he slowly began sliding himself deeper into your mouthâinch by inch, every bob of your head taking him deeper.
âYou wanna act like you can take it? Then take it, and stop fucking talking for once,â He nearly groaned. His head tilted back as his hand found purchase in your hair, guiding your head across his length. Meanwhile you gave a small moan around his cock as he guided your head, gagging around his length.
âFuck, youre so pretty like this..should keep this bratty mouth stuffed more often, hmn?â He mocked, pushing your head down til your nose brushed against his pubes, leaving you there gagging. Robert moaned your name quietly under his breath, his breathing becoming ragged and deep as he ran his free head over his face.
He kept you there till he felt your nails dig into his thigh, only then did he finally pull you back, giving you a moment to breathe as you gasped and coughed. When you finally calmed down, he guided your mouth back onto his cock, watching as your thighs squeezed and rubbed together before your hand slowly drifted down.
âHands off.â He spoke up, and when you didn't listen, he pushed your head deeper. He only eased up when we watched your hands fly away from in between your legs.
âMmnfââ You moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him twitch in your mouth as his eyes rolled back, his chest beginning to rise and fall harshly.
âShit, sweetheart, mâalmost there. Keep going for me, alright?â He breathed out, his hips instinctively bucking into your mouth as you continued to gag around his length. The moment he felt your tongue trace a vein on the underside of his cock, he swore he saw stars. His whole body tensed as he came undone, his hand holding you down as he came down your throat, the feeling of you swallowing around him prolonging his high.
He let go of your hair, letting you pull back as you coughed, your voice hoarse and scratchy as you spoke with a hand coming up to fix your now tousled hair. âThat's all you got?â You scoffed, keeping up that same attitude as you looked up at him, but it was obvious you were starting to crack.
Robert couldn't control the breathy laugh that left him, sitting up as he met your gaze. âListen, if you wanted me to fuck that attitude out of you, yâcouldve just said that.â
You couldn't even think of a response before he was picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder. arm wrapped firmly over your back as he made a beeline for the bedroom.
âI can walk by myself, Robert. Put me downâfuck!â You spoke, squirming in his grasp until he landed another firm smack onto your ass, causing you to tense up as you looked back, only to find him already looking back at you.
âNo. Quit the squirming already.â He replied before looking forward and opening the room door.
The moment he tossed you onto the bed, you were surrounded by a plush blanket, looking up at the curtains that surrounded the circular canopy bed. Yet you only had a moment to take in the room before Robert began to undo the ties, letting the curtains fall around the bed, effectively hiding you two from the rest of the world.
âWhatâre youââ You began to ask, keeping that smug look on your face as you looked in Robert's direction, knelt in front of your laid out figure.
âStrip, pretty.â He interrupted suddenly, fully taking off his belt that had already been undone in the living room and tossing it beside you. âBecause as much as I love you in that damn dress, I need it off. Now.â He admitted, his eyes trailing up and down your form.
âCant even ask nicely?â You snickered, taking your time as you sat up on your knees, keeping your gaze locked on his before you slowlyâteasingly, began to take off your dress, finally letting it fall off your body as it pooled around your knees, laying back down to fully pull it off.
And he smirked to find that, to his pleasant surprise, you wore no bra. Better for him.
Without another word, he leaned forward, one hand resting beside you while the other squeezed your waist, pulling you up to meet him as he kissed you just as greedily as before. Teeth clashing, tongues tangling around one another as you moaned into the kiss.
He removed his hand from your waist, moving to undo the buttons of his own shirt as he kept his lips on yours. The moment he got to the last button, he pulled the satin fabric off, prying it from his arms behind him before tossing it god knows where, his hands rushing back to find your skinâyou. He breathed deeply as his hand tangled in your hair, his hardening cock pressing against your thigh before he began moving down, trailing hot opened-mouth kisses down your hickey adorned neck and sternum until he reached the lacey hem of your panties,
He gave a huff before tearing them without a second thought, his low gaze immediately landing on your blushing clit, not hesitating when he leaned down to kiss and suck on it as you tossed your head back, thighs squeezing around his head before he pulled back.
âTurn around for me.â He whispered, placing one last chaste kiss against your clit before taking your hips to guide you as you turned onto all fours. You felt his hand push your head down against the plush pillow before trailing firmly down your back, leaving you arched downwards.
âDo you do this often with your sex dolls at home?â You spoke over your shoulder, words laced with your usual teasing and honeyed tone as you stretched your arms out in front of you before relaxing.
âYes, actually. All the time. I bend them over just like this, and fuck them for hours while i pretend theyre you.â He repliedâway too casually. His hand kneaded the skin of your ass before he let his thumb run down the puffy lips of your cunt, marveling at the way your hips squirmed and pushed back against his thumb.
âAre you always this desperate?â He suddenly fired back, raising a brow as he let his thumb circle your clit, watching you clench around nothing.
âIm never desperate, Robert.â You breathed out, but the way you shivered told a different story.
âRightâŠand I'm the president.â He snickered while pulling his hand away, pulling your hips back to feel his cock resting between your plush ass, heavy and hard.
He reached over you to grab both your wrist with one hand, his other reached beside you to grab his belt, not even blinking once before he began to tie your wrist behind you, letting your binded wrist rest on your back. He watched you squirm and tug on the new restraints with a huff.
âWowâŠlook at you, huh? How many times have you played out having me bent over in a suite?â You spoke up, giving a breathy giggle.
âOh, I don't think you wanna know.â He chuckled quietly, before moving his cock to your cunt as he guided the tip up and down your folds, using your cum as a make-shift lube.
âDonât scream, sweetheart.â He warned with a grin before he slammed his hips against your ass, filling you to the brim in one thrust as one hand rested on your hip, the other holding your bound wrist.
âOhâ!â You gasped, the side of your face nuzzling against the pillow as your back arched deeper, biting down on your bottom lip to muffle a whine that left your lips.
You felt your eyes roll back as Robert began pumping in and out of you, soft pants leaving his lips as he pressed his palm against the back of your head, fucking you into the mattress at a teasingly slow pace.
âHowâre you doing down there, pretty? Hm?â He teased, punctuating his words with a particularly harsh thrust.
You gave a gasp as you felt his tip push against your cervix, your nails digging into your palm as you tried to catch the breath he continuously kept knocking out of your lungs.
The way he was talking wasn't helping either, every comment that left his lips only seeming to make you needier.
âMhmmn. That feels so good, doesnât it, pretty girl?â He panted against your ear as his hand on your head moved to wrap around your throat once more, his hips quickening their pace. âSee how good I can make you feel when you just lose the attitude and behave?â
All you could give was a nod and whine out a pathetic âMhm!, YesâGod, yesââ , letting him marvel at just how easily he broke you down. He was so deep couldn't decipher where heâd end and you began.
You felt your vision begin to blur, your breaths labored as you blabbered absolute nonsense about wanting more and wanting it hard.
âShit, youâre so pretty, sweetheartâDonât even know what you do to me, do you?â He gasped against your shoulder, his breath hot and heavy. A groan slipped past his lips as he kept his pace quick, the force of his hips jolting you forward with each thrust just for his hand on your throat to keep you in place.
His hand on your throat only egged you on further, a dizzy, fucked-out giggle slipping past your lips before it bled into a moan, wrist still tugging on the tight leather around them.
He gave a shuddered breath when he felt your gummy walls squeeze around his cock like a vice, the faint âshlickâ echoing throughout the room as his hips rammed forward against your ass. Each of his thrust added onto the ring of white thatâs already gathered on the base of his cock.
You could feel his chest rising and falling against your back as the muscles in your thighs tensed, the waves of hot pleasure shooting up your spine every time be brushed against that gummy spot inside you leaving you at its mercy. Leaving you to just feel.
The smell of sex filled your nostrils, your breath catching in your throat with every pulse and twitch roberts cock gave inside your weeping cunt. You tried to speak, to beg or mockâbut your tongue felt fuzzy and heavy against your lips.
You felt that familiar knot of pressure forming in your lower tummy, your whole body tensing as your arms writhed behind you. The feeling of Roberts tongue dragging up and down your neck only pushed you further to the edge, your legs beginning to shake as you felt a wave of pleasure crashing over you.
âYou close, baby? Gonna let that pretty pussy finish all over my cock with me?â Robert spoke, his voice low as a moan slipped past his lips, his abdomen tensing as he felt himself get closer with each pump in and out of your dripping cunt. All you could muster was a nod,feeling him twitch inside you like he was trying not to fill you to the brim right then and there,
âCmon sweetheart, finish for me. And let me see that pretty face while you do.â Robert urged teasingly, watching as your glossy eyes focused back onto his. âOh, and say thank you.â He whispered against your ear.
The moment your gaze met his, he was a goner. Your fucked out expression was enough to tip him over the edge as he kept his gaze locked on yours. His eyes fluttering as he spilled his seed into you, the sudden feeling sending you crashing over the edge with him.
âRobert, fuck, thank youâ!â You managed to blabber out between your muffled moans into the pillow. Your arms and thighs tensing as your vision went white before you blinked all the stars away.
Robert continued to fuck you through the aftershocks, his hips stuttering for just a moment as he groaned against your shoulder blade.
The two of you took a moment to catch your breath, roberts hand leaving your throat as he undid the belt around your wrist before tossing it aside just as before.
Robert quickly flipped you around, the tip of his half-hard cock still inside you as his hands caressed the underside of your thighs before he slowly began pressing them further, and further, until he had you folded into a mean mating press with your calves dangling off his shoulders.
You gave a small groan as you adjusted to the sudden change in position, the hunger in Robert's eyes still visible as you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your eyes trail down his scarred torso.
Suddenly without warning, Robert bottomed himself out inside you once again, groaning at the way your gummy and overstimulated walls practically hugged his cock like they were made for each other.
Your hands immediately began scrambling, one tugging and tightening in his hair while the other found purchase on his back, nails digging into the already scarred skin as you tilted your head back, mouth hung open as you let out a string of moans, every pump of his cock inside your greedy cunt quickening his pace.
Robert swore it was the most beautiful thing heâs ever heard.
His hands held your waist tight, leaving you arching up as he kept pulling you back to meet his thrust, his cock pulling out of the tip before slamming back in, kissing your cervix enough times to make your body jump.
âShiiitâsâtoo much, Robertâmmn!â you whined out, head still tilted back as he fucked you stupid, your attitude lost somewhere deep in the depths of your brain that refused to function right now.
âEyes on me baby. Look at whoâs making you feel this good, yea? Whoâs using you like youâve practically been begginâ him to.â He spoke firmly amidst your gasps, one hand moving up from your waist to grasp your chin, leaning your head forward as he made sure your eyes were locked on him.
His head moved down to let his lips graze your tits, his tongue swirling around your perky nipple as his mouth closed around it, watching your back arch before switching to give the other the same attention, all the while his eyes remained locked on your hazy ones.
The way his chest pressed against your inner thighs left you folded like a lawn chair, his cock pumping deeper at the welcoming angle. You couldn't even think, mustering up a slurred âPleaseââ
You were a writhing mess, Roberts hands back on your waist as he made your back arch up towards him. You nearly squealed when you felt his hand pressing down on your lower stomach, a curse slipping past his own lips as his brow furrowed at the feeling.
âYou take me so good, gorgeous...I've got you.â Robert whispered, leaning forward as his free hand raised up to your face, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip before sliding it past, groaning as he felt you bite down and run your tongue over it.
You two were both a panting and sweaty mess, curses and murmurs slipping past both your lips before you suddenly heard a door slam, and what followed after was a stuttering and nervous voice.
Seems Waterboy was still on janitor duty for tonightâŠeven though Robert swears blazer said he could take off.
âAnyâŠAnyone hereâIn here?â Herman spoke up, his cleaning supplies in his bag as his voice rang out.
The two of you were hidden from the poor man's view by the curtain around the bed, yet you still froze in place, his cock stilling as it remained stuffed inside your cunt. He wouldn't move, christ, he wouldn't even breathe.
Until he felt you clench around him, a small sigh leaving him as he kept his face in the crook of your neck.
And then he dragged his hips back and forth, slow and deep. Once, and then twice, until he found a pace that was enough to make you tense and squirm while keeping the sound of your weeping cunt muted.
âYou can be quiet for me, canât you pretty girl?â He whispered against your shoulder, a hand still pressing down on your lower tummy while his other moved to push his middle and index finger into your mouth, letting you bite down on them as you gave a shaky sigh and a nod.
He smiled at your obvious attempts to stay silent, placing a kiss onto your shoulder.
faint footsteps trail into the room, the sound of fabric on fabric ringing through the quiet room as Herman cleaned up the discarded clothes on the floor. All while Robert continued to bury his cock deep into you. He pulled his fingers from your mouth a shit-eating grin on his lips as he leaned up to kiss you, his movements teasingly slow and hard.
But you could feel how tense he was, your nails digging into his biceps as you kissed him back. He was teasing himself just as much as you by doing this, yet he maintained his semblance of control.
The moment you heard the suite doors shut for a second time, you let out a moan against Robert's lip, one youâd been holding back ever since Herman entered to clean.
Roberts' pace immediately quickened as he panted against your lipsâharder, faster. His breaths were harsh as he moved his hand from your lower tummy down to your clit, rubbing and pinching the sensitive bud. âLook at you, pretty, all dumb and desperate for my cock like you need it to live.â He spoke, his own voice beginning to sound needy.
He was close, stupidly close, and he wanted to finish with you.
You felt tears prickling at your eyes from the sheer fucked-out bliss you felt, gasping and whining out half-prayers, half pleas for more.
Robert's thrust grew sloppy and uneven as he felt you clenching around him, your cunt sucking him in so tight heâd think you didn't want him to leave. His rhythm grew completely offâall because of you, and what you didn't even realize you did to him.
His free hand flew to your waist, his grip bruising as he kept you close to him, moans spilling from both your lips like some erotic harmony as you both chased your release. He's muttering breathlessly against your shoulder, as your nails dragged down his back.
âFuck-sâgoodâRobert, mâclose..â You whimpered against his lips as he went to kiss you, tongue and teeth clashing with pure need.
âThats it, sweetheartâcmon.â He grunted, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside of you, a shudder running through your wrecked body when you cried out a moan due to him continuing to fuck you through your undoing.
âToo much, pleaseââ You nearly sobbed from the sudden overstimulation, catching your breath with a sniffle as he slowly pulled out with a groan, letting your legs fall onto the bed on either side of him, aching.
Robert quietly mourned the loss of your warm cunt before hands found your face, pulling you into a kiss.
Except this time it was softâgentle. Like he was conveying every deep-seated feeling he had harbored for you into it.
âDont ever fucking make me chase you around like that again, pretty.â He whispered against your lips, nearly pleading between laboured breaths as he rested his forehead against your own.
âYoure mine, alright?â He added quietly before kissing you again softly.
You gave him a lazy nod, your body too tired to muster up the energy to speak, simply finding yourself melting into the comfort of the bed, your eyelids beginning to feel heavy.
âHeyâŠlet me get you cleaned up, sweetheart..then you can sleep.â He murmured softly as he got off from above you, placing one last kiss onto your tummy.
You gave a soft grumble in protest, reluctantly opening your eyes as you watched him pull back the curtains, revealing the before messy room to now be organized.
âHuh. Guess Herman did a pretty good job,â Robert spoke with a small chuckle before heading towards the suite's bathroom.
You laid there, eyes quietly roaming your surroundings before a small chuckle left your lips, causing Robert to come back with a damp rag and confused look on his face.
âWhatâs so funny, sweetheart?â He spoke, not being able to help the chuckle that followed after watching you.
âJustâŠâ You spoke up, voice hoarse. âi always thought you were a vanilla kinda guy,â you whispered with a small snicker, jolting when the cool rag gently brushed against your sensitive cunt.
âWell,â Robert shrugged, gently cleaning you up. âNow you know I'm not.â He murmured, taking a shirt he grabbed from his suitcase and gently helping you put it on.
âNow, quit questioning how kinky I am and get some sleep.â He spoke, laying down beside you as he tugged the blanket over both of you.
âThe banquet isnât that important anyways.â He whispered against your hair as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close as he let himself relax.
You all but melted into Robertâs arms, cuddling up close to him as you found yourself dulling into sleep almost immediately
And as you drifted off, you found yourself thinking you could really get used to this.
Not to sound like a nostalgic person but there was something so special about The Mandalorian season 2âs release era that I fear we may not ever recreate
A/N. Lacked Gojo in the manga so I present to you more Gojo <3
âGojo, I will kill you before that curse can-â
âAw, man!â Yuji whines over Nobaraâs cackles, reluctantly slapping a few thousand yen onto her outstretched palm. He thuds his head frustratedly against the cool vending machine they were crouched behind, âThat was rigged!â
The girl scoffs, counting her hard-earned winnings victoriously, âI told you they wouldnât even make it until the school gates before fighting. Itâs not rigged, itâs common sense - not that youâd know anything about it.â Satisfied, she sneaks a look over the side of the machine at the shrinking backs of you and a too-happy Gojo Satoru. âBesides, weâll get a rematch soon enough. My moneyâs on her, double or nothinâ.âÂ
âYou really think theyâll kill each other before the mission is over?â Yuji muses, eyes locked on Gojoâs infamous smirk - only widening the closer he drives you dangerously towards an aneurysm. âI bet-â
âNo.â Megumiâs deadpan interruption startles them both. And as much as heâd like to pretend he wasnât cramped with the two idiots stalking their squabbling teachers, he unfortunately, very much, was. âI bet ten thousand yen they kill each other before the mission is over. Or worse - end up dating.â
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âA love hotel.â
âA love hotel~â Gojo echoes, with a hand clutching faintly at his chest. Swooning over you with each word, âNow, usually youâd have to take me out to dinner first, but for you I will make an except- mmpf-â
Now, Gojo knew he couldâve easily blocked your attack - hell, he didnât even have to bat an eye to activate limitless. But where was the fun in that? Giving into your elbow digging sharply into his side, heâs only cackling at your venomous words, âI could take down both you and those special grades, yâknow?â
âOh yeah?â he hooks a long finger underneath his blindfold, showing off that infuriating wiggle of his snowy brows. âIf youâre so great, then why did Yaga have you assigned with me, pretty girl?â
You sigh, rubbing your throbbing temples, âOnly because someone-â And oh, if he had the most renowned eyes in all of jujutsu, then you had the most withering glare. â-completely skipped out on his last mission to stuff his face with sweets, nâ now Iâm wasting my time babysitting. So this time, Iâm in charge.â
Ah, a woman after his heart - in more ways than one, for sure.Â
âYes, maâam~âÂ
Dramatically, he mimics the zipping of his lips shut, readily following you towards the flashy building standing out amongst the bustling Tokyo street. Walls painted such a suggestive pink, neon lights flickering special discounts at passersby - it would have almost been scandalous to be caught outside such an obvious love hotel such as this - if it hadnât been for the mission, that is.Â
âDidnât think our first date would be at a love hotel.â he chuckles as soon as you reach the gaudy, perfumed reception. And that flickering, wide-eyed stare of the woman behind the counter is enough for Gojo to prattle on, âNow, tell me what room you want, honey-â Throwing an arm around your shoulder, youâre pressed helplessly against his toned front. â-theyâve got candy-themed, anime-themed- oh, theyâve even got a train station-â
âBest to keep our train station fantasies to ourselves-â You simper, subtly stepping on his foot with your own, but that only topples you against him. Instantly, another strong arm snakes around your waist to support your weight, as if second nature, â-isnât that right, dear?â
And you swear, you could spot a tiny dimple when the ends of his mouth curl even wider into a saccharine sweet grin. âIf my memory serves me right, you were the one that dragged me here. Isnât that right, dear?â
Shivers run down your spine - ones he runs the soft, rounded pads of his fingers up and down along. Youâre sure you looked like a disgustingly loving couple to the poor lady working at the counter. And to put her out of her misery, if anything, you recite, âA-anyways- apologies. Room 143, please.â Managing to plaster on a weak smile, it only falls flat when the receptionist hands you your key - and two complimentary condoms along with it. âI- uh- thank you?â
And itâs all you can do to not just shove off the 6â3 thorn at your side when he steers the two of you to the elevator with a disbelieving, âOnly two?âÂ
Though, youâre sure it wouldnât do much against him, anyway. It never has - because ever since youâd stepped foot through Jujutsu Highâs towering gates as its newest teacher, Gojo Satoru seemed to make it his mission in life to get on each and every single one of your nerves. The only mission heâd willingly do, mind you. Insisting on interrupting your classes, hiding you little sweets in your office, pushing your buttons in front of-
âWell, that went as inconspicuous as ever.â Gojo hums, reeling you out of your little reverie. âOf course, it did, thanks to me.â
ââInconspicuousâ my ass.â you groan, hastily punching in the ground number for your room. Yaga had said that the veil was already completed around the entirety of the curse-infested floor by now, good - the faster you could get away from Gojo, the more intact your sanity would be. âIf it wasnât for me smoothing things over, sheâd be filing a complaint against the sleazy man in a bad Kakashi cosplay at this very moment.â
âHey! I didnât see you putting on any Oscar-worthy performances. And my Kakashi cosplay is gre-â
DING!
The elevator doors open to a seemingly normal, barren hallway - not a hair or person out of place - though, you knew better. And as much of a fool as Gojo acted, he did, too.Â
His steady arm drops from your side when you stretch out your limbs in preparation - shit, you forgot it was still there. âWatch and learn, Gojo.â you hum.
âHell yeah, Iâm watching.âÂ
A beat of silence. Two.Â
With his thick blindfold, Gojoâs expression was almost indescribable - but your skin prickles with the slow, sultry sweep of his eyes down your figure. But before you can snap back at his loaded tone, it happens- âDonât fall behind, sweetheart.â
Curses burst out of the fourteen heavy, wooden doors along the narrow corridor - some small, some big, all crushed easily under the power of your cursed technique. And neither of you had to utter a word to know youâd both be trying to best the other.Â
Youâve got one slobbering mess of a curse trapped underneath your heel, locked in combat when Gojo calls out from somewhere across the hallway. âStill stuck on that grade one?â Your jaw ticks, pressing the curses face deeper into the carpeted floor of the bedroom, âIâve already located one of two special grades- better keep up.â
Fuck, curse him and his six eyes.Â
Not wasting any more time, you easily exorcize the remaining curse, feet carrying you door after door. Most of the infestation had been cleared out by now by the both of you, splatters of red and limbs lining along the hallway - you only felt bad for Ichiji having to organize a clean-up after this.Â
The next time you saw Gojoâs flash of cerulean eyes was from outside another bedroom. Goading, âHeh, need a little help, Gojo?âÂ
âOh fuck-â he wraps two arms around the special gradeâs flowered horns. Powerful legs bowed, cloudy hair mussed, blindfold dangling somewhere around his neck - he was beautiful. And it was fleeting moments like this that you held an ounce of begrudging respect for him. Ripping those offending appendages, â-off. Roughed up the other special grade for ya since you were so slow, sweetheart - consider it a lilâ gift for this date.â
âOh, fuck you-â
In the midst of it all, Gojo still manages to flutter his long lashes your way, âWell, we are in a love hotel, after all. Just say so if you wanna get those pretty hands on me.â
âI wouldnât fuck you if you were the last person on Earth, Gojo Satoru.â
His loud bout of laughter follows you to the final hotel room - 143, coincidentally. It was decadent, almost-spotless - had it not been for the towering curse hunched over in the middle. You could tell that Gojo had been here, because its pink, scale-like skin was already bruised.
You slam the door shut behind you, better to keep the property damage to a minimum. Hastily getting into action - it wasnât anything new, after years of exorcizing curses youâd grown used to predicting their pattern of attack. But it was only after a pressurized, finalizing punch of yours lands right on the curseâs thumping neck that you find yourself growing weary. Cautious of the tiny, red flower thatâd sprouted out of thin air on its skin. Immediately, you think back to Hanami, because it was blossoming - unnaturally fast - petals unraveling to explode in sparkly pollen-
Shit. Your head whirled, eyes watery at the heady scent, âWh-what the fuck-â
It takes only that split-second of distraction before more blooms pop! pop! pop! all down the curseâs figure. It just heaves with fatigue when they all burst out the same powdery substance from before.
âFuck- what is this-â your thighs clench together, teeth clenched so hard it hurt. You stagger back towards your opponent, and it seems this last-ditch Hail Mary caused more damage than good. Because the curse was lethargic, barely even flinching when youâre back to pummelling it with your cursed technique. Again. And again and again-Â â-if only youâd taken to making perfumes- instead-â
It falls to the ground with a last ringing screech, the flowers withering away instantly.Â
But the damage was done.
And youâd never felt so drained - even after your most difficult of missions. Never sinking down onto your knees this way, skin heated, mouth salivating. The air in the room was just thick with something so delicious - syrupy, with hints of pine and cherry - traitorously, you find yourself inhaling deep, addictive lungfuls of the scent.Â
âSmells so-â your brows furrow, digging a hand into the plush bed beside you to clamor back onto your feet. âSmells like-â
Gojo.Â
Your entire body jolts with something so dark - visceral, gasping when you feel your underwear just drench. Mind such a melty mess filled with only Gojo Gojo Gojo - and before you know it, youâre stumbling towards the door-
Bang!Â
The aroma only grows heavier near the door, blood thunders in your ear at the deafening crash from outside. Shit, had you locked the door-Â
Bang! Bang! BANG-
Fuck, neither of you were making it out alive.Â
Itâs the first clear thought headlining through your mind for the first time in what feels like ages - only several, syrupy-slow seconds later does it follow up with the realization that youâre now standing face-to-face with Gojo.Â
Gojo pain-in-your-ass Satoru.
Who looked absolutely crazed right now - teetering unsteadily on his feet, his head was bowed, fingers trembling. The mahogany hotel door in mere splinters under his hands.
âF-forgot you could teleport?â It comes out a yelp - pained, almost - and the very first note of your strained voice is enough to have his entire, powerful body wracking with a gasp. Goosebumps pricking along his milky skin, he finally - finally raises his eyes.
Shit, heâs finally lost it.
Because Gojoâs gaze was burning, lids hooded, dark pupils blown so wide that his eyes looked almost black. He didnât look at you with that usual teasing glint, no, he looked like he was going to rip you apart. Twitchy, drinking in a shaky, drawn-out gasp of the scented air. You almost had half the mind to wonder whether this was some special grade masked as your coworker.Â
But itâs real - itâs so, so real and you canât deny it when heâs baring you with such a vicious grin. Plump lips pulled back to show off those glinting canines, âYou.â
âSatoru.â
His lips are on yours - pressing and pressing so hard you were sure it bruised. But fuck- youâre kissing back - because how could you not? The candied seam of his mouth was addictive, breathing you in like his last breath of fresh air. Â
âKiss me-â he spits into your slack mouth, as if he wasnât already. Two hands surging forwards to cup your cheeks even deeper, âKiss me kiss me kiss- fuck-â That last little swear almost comes out as a whimper, and you can only keen when Gojo wraps his pretty lips around your tongue, sucking lewdly. âYâsmell so sweet- taste so sweet-â
âSa-t-toru-â youâre managing out. It just then hits you how weak your knees have gotten, sinking down to straddle his muscular, jutted-out thigh. It makes him throw his head back when youâre just dragging your hips in a long, languid stripe. âLook what youâve- what youâve gotten us into.â
Pulling away to lick lazily up, up, up your neck, his teeth bite just at your thundering pulse. âMe?â he hisses out, voice a few octaves higher than usual. âYou think Iâm the one fuckinâ responsible for this?â It almost hurt - but it hurt so good. âIâm responsible for this-â And his startling eyes sink down to the darkening wet patch on the middle of his leg, your flimsy panties sticking to his uniform. â-am, I?â
âYes.â your defiant fingers are trailing down the hem of his shirt, ripping apart those buttons in hasty, urgent tugs until it was off completely. âIf only you hadnât half-assed it with this special grade then-â
Gojo huffs out in humorless laughter into your lips - the same one heâd give a persistent little curse, and it makes your hairs stand on end. Wondering how high the kill count would really be. In the hundreds? Thousands? âI thought you were supposed to be the babysitter, huh?â
Millions.Â
âAnd arenât you the strongest?â A trembly hand of yours ventures its way down his flexing body - down, past those plush pecs, past his flinching abs, dipping teasingly just above where you could feel the hiking tent in his tight pants. âHow did you end up this hah- bad?â
Youâre holding back a groan at the long, solid inches straining to break free of his thick fabric, you could feel the rapid thump! thump! thump! of his throbbing length under your palm. Fuck, water was wet - Gojo Satoru, unfortunately, had a big di-
âYou.â
Itâs low, ragged - so quiet that for a second you think you almost imagine it.Â
âYou.â
His lips are sagging open once more, greedy gaze widening - and you knew it was glowing now. Tiny flickers of blue lightning flickering at the ends of his eyes with every mindless gyration of your palm down his bulging, clothed shaft.
âItâs all because of you.âÂ
Yeah, you would be lucky number one on his kill count when he breaks - or maybe he would be on yours
Your back is hitting the mattress, and the buttons of your poor uniform are hitting the velvety floor - absolutely nothing against the strongest, who was now tearing through your clothes the same way he was ripping apart those curses from before.
Shit- did he teleport you two?
âDonât know-â Gojo pants out feverishly, and at that moment you werenât sure if youâd simply babbled your thinking out loud or whether he could read your mind. âDonât- donât know- fuuck.â Low, feral groans crack at the back of his throat with each inch of your exposed skin, and before you know it, heâs surging forwards into the naked valley of your breasts. Breathing you in so filthily, âJust know that I need you- fuck mâgonna fuckinâ kill someone if I donât-âÂ
Each spat out little word is punctuated with an intoxicated push and pull of Gojoâs hips. Angrily rutting in-between your thighs until it was just a clingy, syrupy mess of slick and precum between you two.Â
âOh-â your lips drop into a soft gasp, reaching out your fingers to smear a sinful sheen down them. It glosses all the way to your wrist with each newly beaded wave of his precum.Â
It feels so dirty the way youâre pushing the very tips of your fingers into your mouth. Gojo can only look - can barely even breathe when you slur, âYou taste so good, too, Toru.â
Oh, that was it.
Gojo Satoru had finally thought he was getting control of his sanity - he finally thought the effects of that cursed technique were wearing off. But now - at that little nickname - he feels something snap. The lamp on your right bedside table shatters.
And usually, Gojoâs taunting was tinted with a little laugh, an inkling of fondness in them - but right now they sounded pained. Wrenching out of his broad chest, âFuck you. Need you- do you know what youâve done.â
Your useless skirt - along with your soaked, see-through panties - are ripped off of your squirming body. And for once in his life, heâs speechless - eyes almost bulging out of his skull, nails digging into the plush of your thighs.Â
Your clothes end up in a pile of sad tatters on the floor, and you felt a strange inkling that maybe youâd end up much the same.Â
Smack!
Two, large fingers slap down harshly right on your drooling cunt, slobbering down a glistening coat of your pretty juices down his wrist. âPay attention.â Heâs pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your neglected nipples, your stomach, down, down, down in a flurry until the very tip of Gojoâs nose was nudging at your pulsing clit. âBecause if mâlosing control I need you to stop me.â
The dim hotel lights flicker when Gojo meets your cunt in a sultry, self-indulgent kiss. And through it all, one thing burns into your dizzy mind - his eyes. Maddened, gleaming with slight blue cursed energy in-between your legs.Â
âOh.â youâre gasping at the sheer burning stretch of your thighs being pushed to their limits. Gojo didnât need that much space - he just loved the way you whined. âYouâre s-so much better when you shut- hah!â
His tongue shuts you up by flicking harshly over your puffed-up clit, letting your syrupy juices slide their slow way down his eager tongue. âThere we go- good girl, good fuckinâ girl. Hah- all it took was some shitty curse to get you hah- honest like this fâme, huh?âÂ
âDonât act like- ngh!â youâre barely able to drawl the words out, which makes him grin a dangerously content grin. Sharp teeth clenching teasingly around your angry clit, throbbing and slicked glisteningly with his spit, âDonât act like Iâm the only one- this way- hah-â
It was true - every hollowed-out suck on your needy clit had him grinding onto the mussed-up mattress. Those silken sheets hiking up with every drag of Gojoâs weepy erection down onto the bed - imagining you underneath him. It wasnât enough - it never will be.Â
That realization was enough for him to break out into a drunken grin, hot tongue smearing open your folds over and over- âYeah? What about it? Does it scare you that I want to fuckinâ break you, sweetheart?â
He was crazed.Â
Dangerous. Depraved.Â
âN-no-â you give such a harsh pull on his soft strands, heâs leering up at you with a dragged-out groan. Looking for the life of him so used - you just knew thereâd be thousands that would kill to see the strongest so fucked-out, ear blearily blinking open, flushed your favorite shade of pink up to his cheekbones, mouth chasing those thin spit strands to your glossy pussy. âJusâ think sâunfair how Iâm the ah- only one havinâ fun right now.â
Youâre shutting up his pussydrunk protests about how he is having fun and to âplease, please, please donât stopâ by crashing your soft lips against Gojoâs. Wrenching him upwards, he lets himself be so used.Â
âNeed you-â youâre gasping, biting into his pouty lower lip. Nosing slowly up his bobbing Adamâs apple, you gasp in that heady combination of pine and candied cherry. âWanna see if you hngh- taste as good as you smell right now.â
âNo fuck- fuck you.â he hisses, wrangling you to straddle his angrily fidgeting hips.Â
Running a hand down to fumble with his metallic belt - already loosened. But you donât have the patience - or the sanity - for that right now, because youâre tugging, shredding. The tell-tale buzz of jujutsu fizzing at your fingertips when you tug down the entirety of Gojoâs pants. Kneading the soft peaks of your palm over that sensitive divot on his head, âWhoâs fucking who?âÂ
âMe.â And thereâs another smack! to the heated place of your cunt, Gojoâs own fingertips having you see stars with his power.Â
He takes the distraction to just drag you upwards like some ragdoll, easily maneuvering you around. âTurn- turn around fâme- thaaatâs right, fuck-â Youâre jostled until your shaky thighs straddle either side of his head, puffed-out pants condensing hotly against your cunt. Your own coming face-to-face with the fat head peeking out from the hem of Gojoâs boxers. Head swimming with how angrily pink he looked, already winking with a drenched sheen of precum up at you. âArch that cute back a lilâ more- lemme see.â
Youâre whirling your head over your shoulders to catch the fucked-out grin on his lips, dragging his tongue out to lap up every bead of your sweet sweet juices, he tilts his pliant head back against the pillows to let it slide down his bobbing throat. âY-youâre really that pussydr- hngh!âÂ
Another branding smack! leaves you gushing even more down his tongue. âYeah, sâwhat I fuckinâ thought.â he spits out a thick wad of spit into your messy cunt. Gliding his wet fingers over the dripping mess that puddles onto the his chest below. â-canât even run your mouth- so desperate fâme. Taste so good-â Using his inhuman strength to haul you down onto his pretty face.
Before he knows it, heâs slotting the thin tip of his tongue past your quivering hole. Taking him so greedily, the elastic ring of muscle stretches all around his form, clamping down as if to milk something delicious.Â
And Gojo knows - he thinks with whateverâs left of his rationality that maybe he should slow down, take a second to fuckinâ breathe. But, no, heâs making out with your ravaged pussy like heâs angry he hasnât done this before - way back when he first met you.
A slender fingers pushes past your swollen folds to curl deftly into your gummy cunt, molding up into that easy divots at your walls. Heâs feeling around so depravedly for your g-spot, aching to make you feel just a drop of the sheer need he does.Â
âFuck!â Your velvety walls come crashing down around his fingers, knuckle-deep inside your ravenously swallowing cunt. Only getting faster - dipping perfectly to press up against your spongy sweet spots. Shit, he really was good at everything, huh? âYouâre soâŠâ
âWhat was that?â Gojoâs tittering, âCanât hear you over your cute cunt, sweetheart.â
You donât answer - you donât need to, because all the breath in his lungs exhale out in a low cascade. Hiccuping around your candied clit when you take Gojoâs thick, weepy tip just past your lips. Wrapping just around the sensitive slit, it makes him gasp, it makes him keen, it makes him spit out some sloppy swears into your cunt.
âWhat was that? Canât hear you over my cunt, Toruââ you bat your lashes, humming around his velvety head. Fuck- if you were in any better state of mind youâd have taken longer admiring him.
Because he was so massive, so pretty with prominent veins thumping at the roof of your mouth. Girthy, rotund end a throbbing red, gradiating into a creamy pink that meshed in delicately with those neat tufts of white at Gojoâs toned pelvis. So delicious. Big enough that you were already wondering just how you were going to walk out of this bedroom - if either of you are in a walking state - or even alive - that is.Â
âFuck- fuck you little-â his mouth refuses to part with your puffy pussy lips, even if it was to talk back to you. âDonât you dare fuckinâ think this is-â
The new angle has his sharp jaw grinding up into you, jostling your body up and down all over his face. Heâs whining - heaving - at this point with every sultry swirl of your soft tongue around his twitchy head. Coating down every inch of your silky soft mouth with a hot sheen of precum, he tastes so good on your tastebuds - slightly salty, with a tinge of something so sweetly Gojo.Â
Powers acting before him, he doesnât even realize it before he cheats - just a little. Eyes burning with power when Gojo uses his six eyes to plunge scarily accurately into the plushy bullseye of your g-spot. Greedy fingers hitting it again and again and-
âSatoru!â your scolding tone has his globular tip twitch ferally into the back of your throat. âThatâs not- I can feel your jujutsu, yâknow. S-so-âÂ
âWhat? Good? Heavenly?â Gojo rattles off. Youâre fucking your drooling pussy back into him - you canât stop the mindless, shallow little grinds in an attempt to meet his mean pace. âNever said anythinâ about a jujutsu ban, pretty- youâre sounding like a sore loser to me.â As if on cue, your cunt is gushing out in more silken sweet juices all down the lower half of his face, squelching so obscenely. His droopy eyes admire your glistening cunt, riding his face to his insanity. âWell- not this cunt, of course, in fact- I think sheâs gonna cum.â
He didnât have to tell you - you already knew, with the trembling in your thighs, and the white-hot pleasure stemming from his incessant making out. Without answering, you only swallow up a few more solid, rock-hard inches of his painfully hard cock, lips stretched obscenely.Â
âY-yeah- fuck, now I definitely know youâre close, pretty girl-â heâs lolling out his tongue to let you drag your pussy across harshly. âDonât be stubborn- cum fâme,â Rough patches of his tastebuds massaging you just right, fingers still pumping recklessly. âCum fâme- please. Wanâ it on my tongue- want you- want you to use me- please.â
It doesnât take long before youâre finally cumming, fucking your high over and over Gojo Satoruâs pretty face. Heâs wrapping a free hand around the small of your back, just crashing you back into his drunk mouth over and over andâ
âF-fuck, Toruââ you whine, toes curling with each crashing wave of pleasure. It was so violent - so dragged-out, like no orgasm youâve had before. And you didnât know whether it was because of the technique or the lazy drag of Gojoâs mouth all over every beading inch of your pussy. Your fist tightens around the thick, heated base of his cock, âNeed- need you to-â
âNo. Fuck-â
In the fleeting millisecond it takes you to blink, your front is being pushed back onto the now-damp sheets again, a grinning Gojo hovering over you. He looked so ruined - smile gleaming with your trickling, dripping precum, eyes crazed. Suddenly, you almost understand why every breathing thing fears him - almost. His eyes were blazing, flushed angrily. âIâm burning- think mâgonna die if I donât fuck this cunt right now. Fuck-â
âHavinâ to use your powers for everything?â youâre quirking a brow over your shoulder. âDonât tell me the only reason you brag about being so hah- good in bed is because of that?â
Heâs narrowing his glowing eyes, tiny sparks of lightning flying furiously, âOhhh sâthat a challenge, sweetheart?â Gojoâs sharp canines tug on your bottom lip, and you moan into the messy clash of a kiss - all spit and teeth and the taste of you two. âTell me.â
âSo what if it is?â youâre managing to push back against his slender waist. âWithout those stupid powers, mâthe betterâŠâ
Whatever insult was on the tip of our tongue dies down at the glint of the foil in his hand - the condom from before. That tiny square looking so pitiful held between two fingers, âThe receptionist gave me an XL, funny, right?â Gojo murmurs, so dark. âSuch a shame it wonât fit.â
One daring glance downwards proves him right - because Gojo was sitting so heftily sandwiched between your swollen folds. Painfully beading needy pearls of translucent precum all over your front - fuck, your cockdrunk self from before didnât recall him being so large. Big enough that you were sure any rubber would be on the verge of shattering into little pieces.
So then go in raw- you think. But before the words can tumble out of your mind, heâs giving a slow, slippery slide on your cunt, âSâalright- with these ah- âstupid powersâ mâstill gonna get a taste of this pretty cunt.â
And then you canât breathe - fuck, you canât even think straight.
You feel like youâre being split-apart, because Gojoâs just barely pushing in the fat, round girth of his head. Managing to pop in his long shaft past that sensitive slit, before his body starts moving in hurried, impatient little grinds. Frantically trying to squeeze himself in deeper- âFuck- fuck fuck fuck, even with limitless you feel so good, sweetheart.â
Limitless - fuck, thatâs what it was. You could feel the slight pinch of the pressure around your body, the way he was reaching in so deep inside your velvety cunt despite not even being halfway inside yet.Â
âSatoru-âÂ
âNo-â his flickering eyes bore deep into yours. âNot that- call out fâme properly now, I know that smart mouth of yours can do it.â
Your words are barely a whisper, âToruââ
The remaining lamp at your left goes out - cracking into tiny shards. And thatâs all it takes for him to push and push in, distantly, Gojo knows he should slow down, maybe give you a second to relax - to think. But he could feel his sanity dancing away with every fucking inch fed into your sopping wet pussy, your elastic walls contorting to massage every ridge and vein of his so heavenly. Fuck- heâd fight a thousand more of those special grades just for another taste of this feeling.Â
âOh-â Gojoâs jaw hangs slack when he finally bullies past that feeble resistance of yours. The very top curve of his head nudging deeply in a glissading glide down your spongy cervix, heavy balls kissing against your ass.Â
He lets himself be pulled, used like some filthy toy when your hot tongue cranes to lap up the trail of drool down the corner of his drunken mouth.Â
âWanna feel you-â youâre gasping through each thorough, steady ram into your snug channel. âWanna feel all of you.â
Another memorable slap! resounds through the heady air, sending sparks exploding behind your lids. âHeh- sâthis your way of hah- having me stop using my powers?â he chuckles. âIâm onto your dirty, dirty tricks, yâknow.â
Truly, he wasnât. Gojo didnât think he had enough of his brain unfried to even contemplate that right about now. But it was just so much fun to watch you mewl in protest, your cunt dripping even further down his twitchy balls with each taunt.Â
âPlease- fuck mâburning up-â you spit. âScared sâgonna have you c-cumming early?â
As a punishment - or maybe a little reminder about who really was the strongest, Gojo infuses his next sharp smack on your clit with an ounce of his jujutsu. The curve of his thumb gliding over in tiny circles to soothe over the buzz, âTalk to me when you can say âcummingâ without hngh- stutterinâ-â
âTalk to me when you-â Growling into the crook of your neck, itâs all he can do right now to bow his hulking body even deeper into yours, kneeing apart your stutteringly closing thighs. Thereâs a sloppy, milky ring forming where your folds kept smacking repeatedly against the sharp lines of his pelvis, â-can fuck me without your limitless going haywire.â
Fuck- fuck, how he wanted to prove you wrong. To have you crying out for mercy.
But Gojoâs throat drags out in what almost sounds like a cry when his limitless flickers on and off - just for a second. The mere touch of your slippery soft walls around his hot cock making him just slam down an arm on the headrest. It breaks - shattering into tiny wooden pieces, though, neither of you notice right now.Â
Heâs maneuvering the two of you so easily to push you onto your back. Stuffing your gaping entrance back full again, this time throwing your limp legs onto his broad shoulders to pummel you in such a mean mating press. Just the sight of your fucked-out, pretty face has his ragged breath hitching, âS-sweetheartâŠâÂ
Whatever answer you give is tangled up in Gojoâs drunken tongue, lapping at your words. His cock feels so heavy, so hot shoving between your legs. And the stretch - fuck, the stretch was something youâd always remember. Stretching out that tight hole into the very girth of his shaft - all the way down from his leaky, flinching head to the thick circumference of his hilt. âI donât think I can- fuck, can I feel- please, mâdying to know what this cunt feels like-â
Your nails rake down the pale display of his back, those red, red jagged lines making him rut even deeper into you. âDo it then-â
âYes, maâam.â
Oh.
Fuck.Â
Itâs like something shatters - maybe limitless, maybe his restraint. Because Gojoâs eyes just fall shut in pure ecstasy, aching cock growing even larger inside you - as if that was even possible. Expanding tautly at your walls, heâs forming you so sinfully around his shape.Â
âOh-ohâ fuck you feel- how the fuck do you feel so good?â His free hand dips down to roll a depraved thumb over the nub of your neglected clit, catching on your bulgingly-stretched folds. âHoly shit- think mâgonna pass out- think mâgonna die.â
âHah-â your back arches up sluttily into his around the fifth consecutive time his rough cockhead was grazing so perfectly against your g-spot, fingers buzzing with electricity at your clit. âYouâre s-so weak-â
But it didnât matter, did it? Because all you could do was hiss out a few wet gurgles into Gojoâs mouth, blinking in the sinful sight of him with his eyes so hooded, cheeks burning with a scorching blush, mouth dangling so addictively open while he sucked your tongue. Like he didnât even realize what he was doing - how each pressurized thrust into your gummy pussy had the lights overhead flickering, sparks of blue lightning bolting from the corners of his mouth at the same sloppy staccato as his hips. How it made you cum.Â
âSh-shit, Toru-â youâre gasping at the feeling of your toe-curling high, shots of pure pleasure running through your body. Convulsing up over and over into his weighty body, âFeels so good- mâcumming mâcumming ah-âÂ
Crack!Â
And then itâs dark.
Hell, Gojo barely even realized when he does, too, shooting out creamy white ribbon after ribbon of seed with a soft, shuddering gasp of your name. And itâs the only thing on his usually-sharp tongue - voice cracking pathetically, when he whines it like a little mantra over and over and-
âOh-â his five, long fingers splay out across your lower stomach - right where he could feel his own cock twitching wildly at the very bottom of your gooey pussy. Pressing down, hard. âOh shit- just look at how youâre painted white from the inside-â
The lights were gone out - in all the wards of Tokyo, actually - and yet in the light of the slight flickers of electricity surrounding you two, you could spy the slow, syrupy glob of his cum down your thighs. Coating his hilt in a milky gloss, it sticks to the two of you like a sloppy second skin. âAnd you expect me to- hah- not go insane.â
You manage out a wet chuckle, too tired to notice how the bed was missing a headboard now. How all the furniture in the hotel room was trashed - as if itâd been slammed down from several feet above. âHah- b-blame it on the sex pollen.â
The technique has him cumming more than usual, every new wave sloshing at your insides is followed by another - and another until Gojoâs cock felt so raw. Twitching sensitively in a way that brought big fat tears pricking at his eyes, and yet, he still fucks you so harshly into the mattress. Sucking out every remaining dredge of seed in those fat, cum-filled balls thwacking! at your skin. Sloppy. Depraved. Oh, he looked so ruined - like a man that crawled back from death, only to drag you down with him.Â
âOh, sweetheart.â Gojo drags his swollen lips down your earlobe. Voice shot, âI donât think the sex pollen is done yet.â
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âTrashed all across the floor, trashed furniture - especially in room 143 - Hokkaido still doesnât even have power.â Yagaâs bellowing voice has you sinking ashamedly further and further into his office seat.Â
Gojo, however, only beams, throwing an arm around the edge of your chair, âDamn- we should really try to send out the power in all of Asia next time, huh, my pretty girl?â
âOut!â
Across the hallway, three first-years eagerly (well, two of them and a reluctant Megumi) peer into the tense meeting. Wondering what exactly happened in your last mission that caused a record-level amount of property damage and the power to still flicker on and off throughout the day.
Yuji is the first one to speak up, âWell, no oneâs dead but- why does the air seem so-â he gestures towards the almost non-existent space between you and Gojo - not anything out of the usual, sure, but the one thing different was the lack of threats. â-weird.â he finishes.Â
âTell me about it. That Gojo almost seemsâŠâ Nobara shudders in disgust. â...happy.â
And of course, at that very moment, the man of the hour himself turns to look straight at the first-years doing a poor job of hiding themselves behind the door. Sighing overly-loudly, âIf you say so, Yaga~â Intertwining his fingers with yours to pull you up with him, âWe had a date anyway.â
âA date?â
âA date?!â
âI win.â All eyes - including yours and Gojoâs turn towards the usually-quiet Megumi, his lips turned into the beginnings of a smile. Almost. âYou both owe me ten thousand yen.â
áŠÂ pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader, familial fushiguro megumi x fem!reader
áŠÂ warnings: MAJOR JJK268 SPOILERS. pls don't read if you don't wanna know!! slightly cannon divergent
What the hell.
His ears didn't stop ringing as he brought his body up from its position on the surprisingly soft surface, feeling every ache known to man throbbing all over. Megumi felt the cosmic numbness ebbing away like a flash, and suddenly, he could discern the warm cotton wrapped around his upper body along with the linen sheets that lay beneath him. The threeâout of manyâscars on his face pulled his skin tautly, so close to his eyes where that devil's face wore his for however long this limbo period was. It hurt to open his eyes. Well, it hurt to do anything, but he's thankful that he can see the world through his own view.
Megumi's ears perk up to the sound of poorly attempted hushed arguments. The sound was so familiar that for once in his life, he felt relieved to hear it. To feel that irritation ticking in his chest, the mindless crease that's fully starting to make itself known on his forehead, and that growing scowlâhe could truly cry at the return of bodily autonomy.
Nobara was trying to fit herself inside a present-shaped cardboard box while Yuji stood next to the thing, pushing down the lid on top of her head, which ruffled the strands like crazy. Of course, the girl would not stand for this butchering of her beauty. She spent a lot of time trying to look presentable, not that this pink-haired fool would understand.
Megumi is hit with a deep sense of dejavu as he sits up against the headboard, looking back at the memory of Gojo doing the same exact surprise tactic to announce that Yuji was, in fact, not dead after his literal heart got ripped out of his chest. The boy can feel a smile forming on his lips, and he makes no move to try and stop it.
"What are you two doing?"
He sees Yuji and Nobara freeze in their spots, both eyes widening comically. A second passes before the two let go of whatever it was they were contending about, rushing forward to stick their faces into Megumi's. The former vessel looksâwell, he looks like he's had better days. He's thankfully clean of all the blood oozing out of his skin when he fought Sukuna for the last time, his usual uniform with the red hoodie looking incredibly pristine, absent of any rips or blood. Still, some are sticking onto his face, notably a darker shade cutting down across his eyebrows as the dried blood clings onto his wounds. Nobara looks happier. God, he thought she died. He was ready to mourn her with all the losses he'd suffered, but for once, Megumi was glad to hear her voice. He welcomes it. She's wearing a black eyepatch on top of the eye that she lost fighting Mahito, and her uniform is equally as clean as Yuji'sâMegumi can tell that she's relieved by that fact.
Finally, they're back together again. The trio of first years with lost dreams who've gone through horrible, terrible things now have found hope againâhope that never died within each other.
"Fushiguro!!" The two yell in unison, going in to hug him despite knowing he didn't usually like that kind of thing. But to their honest surprise, Megumi returned the gesture, fully and truly, closing his eyes and letting out a breath. Yuuji and Nobara didn't hesitate to tighten their arms around the spiky-haired boy, be damned the near-death exhaustion clinging to their bones. They may be battered and bruised, but they survived.
After a quiet moment, the momentum was back again as Nobara looked at the two boys with a disgruntled expression, her exaggerated self on display at the lack of reaction to her return. "You know, the class's Madonna, who everyone thought was dead, by the way, turned out to be alive?! You two should be either wetting yourself or crying with joy!"
Megumi didn't even bat an eye, unlike Yuji, who was scrambling out of his mind, replying to her in his usual stoic and flat voice. "I see. My bad."
"So, the bastard is dead then." The Fushiguro didn't phrase that like a question, more so stating a fact. The fact that he was here in his own body, alive and breathing, undoubtedly meant that the curse was dead. It was still surreal to utter, knowing that this was the one thing they'd all been fighting for since forever. Maybe now, everyone who was gone didn't die in vain.
Nobara sounded like she was still in disbelief, shaking her head slightly while she grinned and exclaimed, "Ha! Yeah! Itadori beasted that guy like it was a piece of cake!"
"Eh.. well, it was pretty tough, I'm not gonna lie. I cried a little when resonance was hit." Yuji himself could only scratch the back of his neck at the rare praise, his eyes crinkling into thin lines as he admitted his own emotions. It was kind of daunting to be the one who killed Sukuna with the fact that he used to be the curse's vessel. But out of everything, making that final blow was something he didn't once hesitate on. Yuji was going to finish all this madness. It all started with him and ended with himâthe way it should be.
Megumi didn't sound too surprised at the boy's admission, only giving him a look in response. "I know. I saw everything happening inside Sukuna."
"Ugh... don't even remind me. Well, at least you two have the shared experience of being a vessel now." Well, no matter how sour the fact was, it was true.
Breaking his thoughts, Yuji suddenly lit up as he shifted through his pants pockets, haphazardly pulling out the crumpled pieces of paper in his hand. "Oh, wait, guys. I have something for you two. It's from Gojo-sensei. Gojo-san, too, I think."
The pink-haired boy grew incredibly sullen at the mention of both his teachers. He'd miss calling out to the two Gojo's, mixing the couple up despite your previous urgings to the students of simply calling you by your first name. Of course, your husband would not absolutely have that, sneakily going behind your back and basically forcing his students to call you Gojo, too. If he couldn't get the second years to follow, he'd make his own kids do it. The man would not pass on the chance of hearing people call you by your shared last name.
"A letter.." Megumi looked shocked at the fact. His sensei (and self-proclaimed dad who stepped up) never did this kind of thingâseriously, that is.
Growing up with Gojo and his wife, Megumi knew the white-haired sorcerer never strayed away from being lighthearted and childlike. Despite witnessing the lanky heir change from the bratty 18-year-old who approached him as a child in the streets into the mature, married man he was the last time, it just wasn't in his nature to be doing some sentimental things like this. That was more like something you'd do. From the daily lunch notes, deep-meaning gifts (that he still kept to this day), and the affectionate texts you'd always send, he would wager that you might've been the one to drag your husband to write the letters. But, knowing that Gojo probably had a feeling that he wouldn't make it out of the fight, it's not impossible that this truly came from him.
Nobara chuckled at his tone of voice, silently agreeing with his disbelief. Gojo was definitely not the type to do this.. it unsettled her.
"I feel you.. this is totally not like him. It's slightly gross to even imagine him writing letters.."
Though, after reading, she crushed the piece of paper in her hand, pursing her lips. Yuji noticed this, facing her to ask what it said. With slight hesitation, Nobara revealed that it contained information about her mother's whereabouts. To be honest, she wasn't sure how to feel. Some part of her still longed to feel her love.
"Oh, did you even want to know in the first place?"
She shook her head as she looked down, leaving no room for the topic to be continued. "Not at all."
Suddenly, they heard the very, very rare sound of Megumi's laughter ringing out from the bed. Gojo would've bawled knowing he made his son laugh. It took a moment for them to snap out of the shock, seeing the fresh face of their friend's smile. He looked like a brand new personâcontent, young and carefree. It was refreshing.
Megumi hasn't felt this happy in a long while. He expected that the message wouldn't be some deep, meaningful thing, but out of everything, it was a joke about how he killed his biological dad. He wasn't sad, surprisingly. Megumi never really knew the man that left him and his sister to fend for themselves, and the memories he had of him weren't great. At least he found some closure. The boy shook his head, reading the familiar and large handwriting of his father figure. You'd think that it'd be messy, but as the former heir of the Gojo clan, Satoru was a trained guy in the art of handwriting. He wouldn't be caught dead with scribbles.
Unfortunately your father isn't around anymore!! Cuz I killed him!! Sowwy!! :P
Short, simple, and kind of foolish.
He bit back a grin. Even in death, the man couldn't take anything seriously.
Beneath it was a softer and more serious note. From you, of course. Megumi did not doubt that you wrote this to make up for your husband's short message, writing a heartfelt one that he could sense even before reading. The two of you must've known that this was not a fight you would come out of. And as much as that hurt him, Megumi was glad that he was in your last thoughts. It meant a lot to know that you and Gojo believed he, Nobara, and Yuji would live through everything.
Firstly, don't take this idiot too seriously. If you're reading this megs, we're probably gone, but hey, you're okay! Live your life fully okay? Don't forget that you're still a kid in the end. We're always looking out for you, sweetheart. âĄ
There was a chibi doodle in the bottom and a sweet greeting that said,
â Love you beyond infinity, mom & dad
Megumi could tell that this was Gojo's handwriting. It was meant as a joke (the boy didn't call Satoru dad very often, despite calling you mom. It was kinda cringe.) but he accepted that sincerely. You two were his parents, biological or not. He loves you so much.
And he'd promise that for you. For Satoru, too, to be honest. To live life fully. Ever since he knew what living meant, he never intended to live a proper life. The absence of his biological father and the death of his mother left an untreated wound in his heart, altering his mind in a way that left him isolatedâa recluse from the world, almost. The only thing that used to keep him going was his sister, Tsumiki. Now she is really gone. But then, everything shifted when he first saw Gojo Satoru.
It was a big change to have people to look up to. To have a mother. Megumi called you mom way before he even considered Satoru as his father figure, and it was one of the most precious things in life. You never took that for granted, always spoiling him and treating him like he came from your own womb. You knew you'd never take the place of his biological mother, but you wanted to be someone the boy could rely on in such a cruel world. It was a bit strange when Satoru first brought up the idea of raising the Fushiguro boy. You were both still 18, barely even adults with so much pressure and responsibilities. But you knew, from the moment you saw this poor boy getting dragged home by your boyfriend, that you'd love him like no other.
You and Satoru gave him and Tsumiki a home. An unlikely one, but a home nonetheless. You gave him a love like no other, an unconditional, wholehearted, and absolute kind of love, even when the two of you were struggling. It was a type that couldn't be described by words and only felt. That, along with the friendship and true family he found within Nobara and Yuji, made him realize that even if he didn't live his life for himself, there were others in the world. Other people, whether that'd be a mother, a father, a sister, or a brother could give everything meaning. A reason to keep going.
At first, he only lived for Tsumiki. To use everything he had to save her. But then he found himself living for you, for Satoru, for Nobara and Yuji. Once more, he would try again. This wasn't a chance he'd take for granted.
Reading the note made Megumi feel a kind of warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. The kind that he last felt when you hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead before everything in Shibuya happened. That was probably the last time he saw you happy and alive. The world was dull when you died. A victim of that son of a bitch curse Mahito. That was a loss like no other, so incredibly painful and numbing.
At least you died in an honorable way.
After that, he didn't know how to function. Tsumiki, Nobara, and now you. The boy felt half of his soul chip away.
Your husband was even worse. Inconsolable. Watching his wife die in front of his eyes before getting sealed the second after. When the man came out of the prison realm, anyone could tell he wasn't the same. There was no chance the old Gojo would ever return. And sure, he was still lighthearted, but Megumi could tell there was a weight in his gaitâthe heavy burden of the loss of his darling wife dragging down every word that came out of his mouth. He saw the sadness, longing, anger, and pure vengeance in his eyes. It never did go away. Not even when Sukuna butchered the man in half. At least now, the two of you were together in the afterlife. Megumi truly hoped that. He didn't believe much in that kind of stuff, but for his mother and his father, he prayed for a final peace to be granted.
That hopeâalong with the one amongst the living pushed Megumi to go on. To not just survive but to really live. Even beyond that, there were others too. His cousin, Maki, who was thankfully alive, and even Toge and Panda.
This was love. That unanswered purpose of life. It's to give love and find love in others. Love is why people do crazy things: to sacrifice the world, to sacrifice themselves. That's why he kept living even when his own dad disappeared or why he kept fighting to keep his sister alive. Love is why, despite the grief, Satoru still fought for you, for your memory, and for your efforts. Love is the reason he's alive.
And if anything, Megumi learned that when you have people in your life, you'd do anything to keep them in it. That's what you and Satoru taught him. Waking up in his own body again and greeted by the sight of his best friendsâthat was one of the biggest blessings he has ever received.
For his family, he would do anything.
i'm fucking crying. like actually. 3 chapters to go until this manga ends and i still can't fathom everything happening bruv
btw, this is what i imagine the letter would look like haha. half cannonical cuz it's the panel translation!! excuse my handwriting um
also sorry this isn't really proofread lol, i really wanted to post!!
Synopsis: How will the infamous baseball star react when you make a bet with him before his game?
Content: MDNI established relationship, cocky!ken, no use of y/n (second person pov) pet names, swearing | smut, unprotected, praise, rough, ch0king, oral (fem!receiving), dirty talk, fingering, dom!ken, br33ding, overstimulation
Word Count: 2704
A/N: The Ken Sato show is on replay in my head 24/7 and this fic is to feed my fixation. First fic I've ever written be nice </3. Pls let me know if you wanna see more! (asks open hehe)
MASTERLIST
Being engaged to the baseball superstar Ken Sato has its pros and cons. Pros being, having a loving partner, a lavish lifestyle, and essentially anything you wanted. Whereas, the cons were Kenjiâs competitive temperament. Which to be fair, had its perks in itself; One of which was being able to push his buttons just so he could put you in his place.Â
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Upon entering the Tokyo Dome, your ears were met with the roars of the stadium and the soft chants of your fiance's name, âSato! Sato! Sato!â. This was his highly anticipated debut game for the Yomiuri Giants, and every fan in the stadium was looking forward to seeing him. You felt a sense of admiration as you took in the sight of thousands of dedicated fans. You then quickly turned your attention to the section of the stadium that housed the players locker rooms.
Before heading to the vip section of the stadium, you made the decision to see Kenji and give him some motivation before his game. You tidied yourself up, brushing off the specks of dust on your dress. This was a big day for Kenji, the least you can do is look the utmost best for him.
Your knuckles met the hard wood of the large double doors that led to the locker room, and you paused before inviting yourself in.
âKenji?â You called out into the seemingly empty locker room.Â
Kenji perked up upon hearing your voice and walked over to the locker room entrance. âWhat are you doing here, baby?â he said as he leaned on the wall, giving you a warm smile. You couldnât help but admire him. He was in the middle of changing into his uniform, his jet black hair disheveled from his baseball helmet. Seeing this soft, yet sexy side of him riled you up. You glanced down and noticed the buttons on his jersey that read âGIANTSâ across it, were yet to be buttoned up.
You approached him, pressing a soft peck on his cheek as you reached towards the buttons of his jersey. You carefully buttoned it up for him, your touch soft and precise.
As you buttoned up the last button, your lips formed into a sweet smile as you smoothed out the jersey, âJust wanted to see you before you stepped out onto the field.â
Kenjiâs hands carefully wrap around your waist as he pulls you in closer. He hums satisfied with your soft gesture. âMm, how thoughtful of you baby.â he whispers to you softly.
You press your cheek to his chest and smile. âKenji,â you say in a low and mischievous tone.
âWanna make a bet?â
Kenji looked down at you suspiciously. He knew that tone, he knew your antics. He raised his brow at you, a small grin forming on his face. âWhat do you have in mind?â
Your arms snaked up his figure to wrap around his neck and press a kiss to his jaw. Kenjiâs breath hitched and his hands traveled down your ass to give it a playful squeeze.Â
You pulled him close and in a low and sultry voice said, âIf you score a homerun tonight, you get to rip this dress off me after your game.â Kenji smirked at your deal and cocked his eyebrow amused. âJust one sweetheart? You doubtinâ me?â He shook his head before meeting your gaze. âAnd if I donât?âÂ
You giggled low in his ear. âNo sex for the next three days.âÂ
Kenji pulled away to look at you in mock offense. He recollected himself and let out a breathless chuckle. âWe canât have that, can we?â he said with a cocky grin.Â
You shook your head and grabbed him by his collar to press a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away. Kenji whined as he felt you break the kiss and walk back to the door. He followed you over to open the door for you, a pout present on his face as he watched you walk out. You turned around to give him a wink, and mouthed a loving âgood luckâ before, turning back around and making your way to the stands.Â
You took your seat and watched as the players took their spots on the field, you watched awaiting for Kenjiâs arrival. The Jumbotron flashed Kenjiâs face as he walked out onto the field and the stadium roared at his presence.
âSato! Sato! Sato!â
 Kenji felt his adrenaline pumping as the crowd's chant echoed through the stadium. He always loved the thrill of being cheered for, the feeling of everyone's eyes on him as he walked up to home plate. This time around it was extra special knowing you were in the crowd cheering for him alongside everyone else. His eyes roamed the stadium until he found your gaze and flashed you a smile. He gripped his bat tightly, a sly grin on his face as he eyed the pitchers mound.
Once he stepped up to the plate, the crowd's chant became louder and more intense. He breathed in the energy of the stadium, and even still the only thought that lingered in his mind was that little bet of yours and the image of you helpless under him. He repositioned his hold on his bat, his muscles tense with anticipation. The tension in the stadium was palpable, as fans held their breath waiting for the first pitch.
The pitcher threw the ball at Kenji and you leaned in with hyperfocus as you watched Kenji slam his bat into the ball with perfect precision. Time slowed as you watched the ball fly into the stands, and the crowd erupted with excitement. âA beautiful home run from Ken Sato!â The announcer exclaimed.Â
You looked at the jumbo-tron and saw his face on the screen, his name flashing in bright orange letters. He ran the bases with a charming smile and pointed at the camera with a wink you knew was for you. He won the bet; simple as that.Â
The game goes on, with Kenji dominating the field and hitting amazing shots left and right. The fans go wild with every strike, and the atmosphere is electric. He has a shit eating grin the entire time and you canât help but roll your eyes at his ego that you secretly loved so much. You knew what was waiting for you once the game ended and you squeezed your thighs together in anticipation.Â
The opposing team was struggling to keep up, and their pitcher was starting to look dejected. Kenji's teammates pat him on the back and cheer every time he makes it back to the dugout. During the final stretch of the game Kenji hits the game-winning homerun.Â
Confetti flutters down from the ceiling like a shower of colorful rain, creating a beautiful celebration. Kenji's teammates mob him on the field, cheering and congratulating him on his performance.Â
The fans are ecstatic, chanting "Sato! Sato! Sato!" as they celebrate another Giants' victory. Kenji looks up at you with that same cocky smile he gave you in the locker room. He tilts his head at you and you know the meaning it holds, it stood as a warning more than anything.Â
He won, and god he was not planning on holding back when claiming his reward.
Kenji found you waiting for him outside the locker room and it took everything in him not to take you right then and there. You practically purred at his touch. âCongratulations baby.âÂ
âThanks for the motivation.â He mumbled as he dug his lips into the crook of your neck.Â
Shit he needed to get you home now. He practically dragged you to his car and sped his way through the streets of tokyo. One look at you through his rearview mirror had him clutching the steering wheel tighter. You met his gaze in the rearview mirror and spread your legs teasingly. He clenched his teeth at the sight as his pants grew tighter and patience grew thin. âKeep that attitude up, sweet girl.â He parked the car in front of his house and upon entering he wasted no time sinking his teeth in your neck as he threw you on the couch. You landed on the plush sofa and before you could you react, Kenji was clawing at your dress like an animal. He ripped the dress off of you in one swift motion, paying no mind as it landed somewhere in the distance.
 He groaned at the sight of your naked body as he toyed with the hem of your underwear.
âFuck, you have no idea what you do to me, baby.â He pressed a soft kiss to your collar and your body shuddered at the contact. His fingers hooked around your underwear as he pulled them off with ease.Â
âKenji.â You breathed out helplessly. He was right where he wanted you and he was just getting started. He peppered small kisses from your neck to your chest as his hands roamed your body, memorizing every curve. Your whines only egged him on as he moved to squeeze your chest. You let out a soft moan at the feeling and your body ignited.
 He shifted his weight as he moved lower down your body. His big hands traveled down your thighs and spread them to reveal your wet throbbing cunt. He got on his knees as he pulled you towards the edge of the couch to leave teasing kisses across your thighs. His kisses trailed dangerously close to your entrance, but never made contact, making you squirm. You buck your hips at the sensitivity and he lets out a low chuckle. âSo needy.â He runs his tongue along your thigh and just as you open your mouth to complain, he takes your pussy into his mouth.Â
You throw your head back as he licks slow circles around your clit. Your needy whines are all he needs to hear as he sucks on your clit and licks a long strip through your folds. You taste better than any dessert heâs ever had, and he's sure he could stay in between your thighs for hours. Your fingers tug at his soft black locks, as his tongue fucks your sopping cunt. He dips a finger into your entrance and you feel your eyes roll back. âOh my god Kenji-âÂ
He curls his fingers and you scream as he makes contact with the spot that's sure to throw you over the edge. He thrusts his long fingers in and out at a relentless pace as his tongue laps up your sweet juices. He looks up at you with half lidded eyes and smiles against your pussy when he sees your exasperated expression. Seeing you so fucked out and helpless under him does something to his ego he couldnât explain.Â
âCanât get enough of this sweet lil cunt.â He drawls. The overstimulation of his tongue and fingers plunging deep into your tight cunt drives you to the edge embarrassingly fast.Â
âNgh- fuck kenji. MâcloseâÂ
He feels you squeeze around him and he hums satisfied. âCum fâme. Let go, sweet girl.â He sucks harder and you swear you see stars as your orgasm hits you like a wave. Youâre arching your back and tugging at his hair, as Kenjiâs fingers fuck you through your high.Â
âGoood fuckin slut.â he grins as you grind against his mouth, greedily soaking in the pleasure. He smiles as your chest heaves up and down after you finish. He looks down at your splayed and exhausted figure with a chuckle. He reached his hand down to brush the hair from your sweaty forehead and pressed a kiss to your temple.Â
âLook so pretty like this baby.â He says with a smile before taking his shirt off and unbuckling his belt to strip his pants and boxers off. He pushed his erection against your heat teasingly and throbbed when he heard you whimper.
 He pulled you up, flipped you onto your stomach and pressed your face into the couch. You yelped at the sudden change in position, but played along as you arched your back presenting your ass to him on full display. He growled as his palm made contact with your cheek, the noise of the slap ricocheting off the room along with your moans.
âFuck.â
 He pulled you flush against him and without warning sunk his cock into your cunt. He let out a guttural moan as he watched his cock disappear into your pussy. He grabs a fistful of your hair as he pulls out, only to slam his thick cock back inside.Â
âSo. fuckin. tight.â He snarls with each thrust, not once letting his pace falter. His length splits you apart, and as you lose yourself in the pleasure, part of you begins to second guess if you shouldâve made such an easy bet in the first place. Kenji relishes in the way you arch so beautifully against him and lets out a moan. âSo perfect.â he praises under his breath as his hands roam your body shamelessly.Â
He pulls you up, and fucks you at a deeper angle, hitting a delicious spot inside of you that makes you mewl. His fingers wrap around the base of your neck as he squeezes softly to remind you who exactly is responsible for the reason youâre a mess right now. His breath is strained against your ear as you clamp mercilessly around his cock. He sucks at the skin on your neck, that's sure to leave a mark. He didnât care, at least everyone would know you were his.Â
The sound of your slick and the slapping of skin fill the noise of the living room.Â
You sob at the intensity of his thrusts, âHah- shit Kenji, d-donât stopâ.Â
He indulges in your sweet moans and rocks his hips into you faster and sloppier. âTakinâ me so well.âÂ
He groans in your ear as he pulls out to reposition you on your side. You looked like a fucking masterpiece to him, and if he could burn this sight into his head he would. He smiles feverishly as he pounds into your poor pussy, your cervix sure to be bruised. You practically whine at the feeling as you feel your orgasm approach you. You babble on and on about how close you are, and Kenji only grips your thighs tighter in response. You scream as you come undone on his cock and he groans when he feels you squeeze him impossibly tighter.
 âAtta fuckinâ girl.â Despite your soft cries and desperate pleas that you were sensitive and overstimulated he doesnât stop.
 He sucks in a breath of air as he presses his body against you, and you wrap your legs around his torso. He huffs in your ear as his rhythm gets sloppier and you know he's close, âItâs like you're made for me.âÂ
Kenji was drunk off your pussy and god was he close. You squeeze your legs around him tighter, a silent plea for him to fill your sweet cunt up with his seed. He doesnât hesitate as he bucks his hips into you, and with a final thrust cums deep inside your cunt. You whine as you feel his warm seed fill you up. He pulls out hesitantly as he catches his breath and watches as his cum seeps out of your pussy. He gathers your slick with his fingers and shoves it back inside with a smile.Â
âGood girl.â He pats your thigh lovingly before he walks off to get a towel and clean you up. He returns and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead before cleaning up the mess in between your thighs. Kenji props himself up next to you on the couch and opens his arms for you to get comfortable in his embrace. You cuddle up close to him and he wraps his arms around you as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
 âThat bet was too easy,â He jibes at you as you roll your eyes.
 âWhatever,â You mumble back, careful not to inflate his already high ego. He giggles at your remark and holds you closer to whisper in your ear.Â
warnings: smut. hint of possessiveness. rough kenji. breeding kink. daddy kink, spanking if you look hard enough, kinda proofreadâŠkinda sorta
ngl i squealed seeing this request snsnsbjxis i hope this cured your sato rot đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ» also, if anyone wants to give me some constructive criticism on this i would love to get some feedback to hopefully better my writes for the future!
âHe shouldnât be playing baseball..â theyâd say, causing you to squirm about as the fury built up within you being the protective spouse you were, but before you could even give them a piece of what you had to say the shrill cheers of âSato! Sato! Sato!â, made you break away from it.
Practically jumping out of your seat as you cheer along with the dozens of fans beside you when you see him strutting out onto the field like it was his very own stage. Throwing his hand up causally in a greeting to everyone causing the whole stadium to erupt in a flurry once more and it doesnât take him long to spot you in the crowd on the other side, giving you a little wink and a cocky grin.
Your feel your heart pining with a rush of excitement as you then shout while cupping your hands over your mouth like your own personal megaphone, âGo get em baby!â He chuckles while shaking his head when hearing that, a sense of pride washing over him knowing that your here for him as he goes up to plate.
You on the other hand couldnât help but think of how good he looked in this moment with that concentrated look on his face..the way his bat hung over his broad shoulderâŠlet alone how his baseball uniform hugged him just right when he stood in positionâŠ
âHey there sweet thing..â
Your brows furrow as you look around to see who erupted your thoughts, looking down to notice one of the Tigers players had peaked out from the dug out and was giving you a certain look. Scoffing you ignore him as you wanted to pay more attention to Kenji who was batting.
âAwww donât ignore me..i just wanna talkâ
âAnd iâm just wanna watch the gameâŠâ You grumble, crossing your arms over your chest along with legs.
You could see out of the corner of your eye the player was practically gawking at you shamelessly, letting his eyes rake up your now crossed legs. Starting to get uncomfortable you try to zone him out once more when Kenji gets his first strike, seeing the catcher was giving him a hard time.
âInstead of watching the game i could give you something better to watch in private..â His slimy voice comes through your consciousness once more, again trying to ignore him Kenji strikes out again making you frown as you can tell he was getting frustrated with himself and the catcher.
âBaby stop playing hard to get..heâs got nothing compared to what iâve got right here..â Thatâs when you see him grab himself suggestively and you completely lost your mind.
âListen here you disgusting pig! Youâll never be Ken Sato even if you triedâŠyouâre just a low life scumb-â
CRACK
The noise rings through your ears before you could even finish your rage-full tangent as your eyes then land on Kenji who seems more than pissed for someone who just hit a home run. His eyes piercing and flickering between the two of you with looks that could kill as he took each an every base with moxie, the man from the other team looks back up at you letting out a low whistle. âSoooo is that a no?â
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Kenji had been stewing on what he had saw after the game, his hand ran through his sweaty hair as a few of his teammates congratulated him on the win as they exited the locker room. He leans his head back to rest against the wall with his eyes closed for a moment, hearing the large metal door swing open of the locker room, not bothering to open his eyes until he hears a soft, âKenji?â
He sits up slightly at this though the back of his head still rested against the wall, legs spread wide as his hands dangled between them in a lazy display, his face twisting in annoyance.
âHeyâŠ,â you say with a small awkward smile and a small tilt of your head, your arms hugging your midsection. âYou did amazing out there..â
âMhm,â he hums uninterestedly, looking up at the ceiling.
âAnd a home run too..your dad would be proud..â
He shakes his head, still not bothering to look at you. Noticing his leg starting to jump slightly up and down. âProbably..â
You knew it was inappropriate for the situation, referring back to the thoughts of his uniform and how it hugged him so..the thrill you felt seeing him in front of you now all bent out of shape though he won a game this way was ten times more great. âY-You seem upset..â
âHa do i?,â He asks sarcastically with a huff. His tone becoming colder, with one of his hands coming to grip at one of his knees, specifically the one bouncing nonstop. âAnyway shouldnât you be heading home by now? Itâs getting late..â
It was late and Emi probably is giving poor Mina the run around, but your main priority was to get this straightened out first. âThis is about that Tiger player isnât it..â
âNo..â
You scoff, rubbing your forehead in frustration. âDamn it, Kenji! Donât-â
Your words die out on your lips when he reaches out and grabs you by the waist, tugging you onto his lap and holding your chin taut in his grasp making you look him dead in his eyes. âWho do you think youâre talking to like that, Huh?â
You swallow, unable to form words in your mouth, trying to avoid his gaze now as you feel a lump take place in your throat. âm-mâ sorry..â you managed to meekly muster.
âThatâs what i thought..â He growls, giving a light slap to your ass with his free hand causing you to squeak in surprise. Taking advantage of your mouth slightly being open for the moment he practically assaults it with his own in a hungry frenzy. Your lips trying their best to keep up with his face paced movements, especially when his tongue practically swallows yours in your own mouth and all you can do is moan pitifully.
He almost chuckled at the sound and pulls away for a moment from you with a string of saliva still connecting your lips, taking in your state of a breathless haze that he found quite endearing. âYou wanna play? donât you baby..â he coos huskily, rubbing his thumb along your now puffy bottom lip disconnecting the string and letting it slip down your chin.
You nod innocently at his ask, eyes big and doughy. Your sweetness not faltering what he was about to do to you. Completely loosing his patience and changing positions from the chair to having you bent over in front of him on all fours, removing your panties from under your skirt in one swift motion with his long slender fingers skimming down your thigh as the lace fabric hits the floor. Your thighs quivering now just from that simple touch to only have his erection pressed against your silk, instantly wetting the fabric of his baseball pants. âPretty pussy already making such a mess on me..â
His tone awfully too low for comfort that it made you clench around nothing. âK-kenji pleaseâŠâ
He blatantly ignores your pleas as he takes his time taking both his pants and his boxers off making you whine until you finally hear them clatter to the floor. âWhose is this?â he mutters, letting his tip tap against your leaking entrance tauntingly earning a gasp from you. His other hand goes to grip onto your hip with some of your skirt bunched up in his hold when he lets his tip then tease your folds. âTell me..â
âKenji- ah.. I-â
âNot quite..â he says almost disappointed as he pulls his tip away making you feel lost without him against you, he was insinuating something specific when through your muddled brain you fine the answer.
âD-daddyâsâ you assure him almost panting, and before you could overthink what you said he thrust himself into fully and you both moan in unison.
âF-Shit say it again..â he orders, head falling back with his hand pulling you into him by the hip as he stretched you out. Already getting consumed by the feeling of being inside you that he starts picking up the pace causing you to mewl out a daddy without hesitation.
Your ass clapping with each connect of his hips that were becoming more brutal with each passing second, tantalizing delicious force that can probably be heard by anyone outside the room. âS-slow down K-kengi!.. i-i canât hah-â
âShh, yes you can baby..Jusâ need to fuck you full of my cum..maybe make you pregnant before I marry you..â those words alone about made you fall forward on your face though his grip on your hips donât let you only causing him to chuckle.
âOh you like that donâtcha? Mmm..yeah you like the thought of that huh? Fuccck princess Iâm gonna breed my pussy so goodâŠâ he rabbles on, getting more possessive and vulgar with it as he goes on, taking a quick glimpse at him from behind you as he was just as focused at making you feel good like he was focused on the field hitting that baseball moments ago. Fucking so deep inside you till you start clenching around his cock.
âh-gh iâm gonna..â
âThatâs it..so fucking good, baby,â he encourages you and you let out a meekly whimper, as his hands reached down to rub at your clit. You start to squirm against his touch, eyes squeezing shut at the movement and to add to it he reaches down to pull you up by your throat till your back is against his chest, reaching deeper places, still relentlessly pounding away with sweat coating both of your bodies and ecstasy riding up on you. Honestly you didnât want it to be any other way than how he made you feel. âSo good frrmeâŠTell him who you belong to and you can cum babyâŠBe a good girl for daddy and let that dumb motherfucker on the Tigers and the rest of this stadium know who owns you..â
oh my god. i just watched ultraman rising and kenji sato the man that you are đ
beautifully animated, amazing writing, wonderfully written story and characters, the world building hello?? THE PLOT!!! THE EMOTIONS!!! i love dilfs so much. Im sobbing, easily one of the best animated movies ive ever seen. this made me want to actually write fics for ken sato. (writers block begone.) the movie just came out and i have nothing to work with of this man thatll feed my hyperfixation. help đ (prob gonna write them myself, gimmie recs of what yall wanna see)
I asked and people seemed interested, so here's a breakdown of Din's armor!
Please note that not all of this is 100% screen accurate and comes mainly from my own experience drawing him and cosplay experience! So keep that in mind.
I tried to get multiple angles on the more complicated stuff, like the chest plate and the gauntlet, cause those are the ones I personally find most difficult! But other than that, I cannot recommend using 3D references enough! Specifically I use this model and this whenever I draw Din and used them a lot for this tutorial. You can spin him around right on the webpage so you don't need to download software or anything!
Other than that I really recommend just drawing him a lot, from lots of angles! That's the best way to get comfortable with drawing this funny tin guy.
Depending on the response, I might do another reference for the soft bits/extra armor/belts! Just lmk on here or in the tags if you're interested. Oh and also one for Boba or Paz!
And if this helped you, consider reblogging and even following if you wanna catch more as it arrives! :)
Hope this helps! And say thank you to stando for his help as a demonstration!
Tagging some people who expressed interest :) @spaceydragons @nichtsneu @chicknstripz @constellata @rexandechosandwich @vawrecktyl @cry-your-own-goddamn-river @galacticgraffiti
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