We’re back!!! With a poll as well. Going to write a multi fandom au and already have 3 couples selected from different anime. Wondering who should be the 4th couple…Let us know! (Yes, it’s a BL fic 😉)
Posted so you guys have something to read while your family watches the Super Bowl... Happy Sunday!
Story Description:
Your arranged marriage is on its last legs. After making an agreement with your step son, Megumi, you are puzzled when you are faced with finally making a decision.
Your whole life so far has been planned for you, leading you to struggle with the idea of moving on and finding something stable…someone stable.
Will you finally be able to let go of the life that was made for you? Will there be others out there willing to pick up the pieces?
Saturday mornings were reserved for Megumi’s weekend training. Usually, you would use that time to run errands such as grocery shopping, going to the dry cleaners and then maybe grabbing a sweet treat for the both of you when you go to pick him up. Today, you decided to try a new bakery around the corner from the dojo because they were introducing a new spin on Megumi’s favorite pudding.
You arrived back to the dojo earlier than usual with pudding in tow. You wore a tracksuit and sunglasses to hide the puffiness in your eyes. You were always in awe when you snuck a peek into their practices. Watching Megumi practice hard and listen diligently always made you proud. Luckily, Gojo hasn’t noticed your presence yet as he was too busy teaching. But today, the other instructors were there.
On the far left of the dojo, you saw the tall blonde man you run into occasionally on weekend trainings.
Kento Nanami
You think that was his name. A stern man not of many words and yet, why do you have the desire to study him? He was a mystery and always lingered in the back of your mind since you first saw him at the cafe. His back was facing you, but it wasn’t hard to pick him out in a crowd. He’s hard to forget. He was gorgeous and masculine. Broad shoulders and a bulky form, evidence of his extensive training in martial arts. Gojo often teased him so you scarcely heard him speak. A deep voice that only spoke clean cut sentences that highlighted his earnest disposition. Delicate blonde hair that looks like it was kissed by the summer sun and cheek bones that provided the perfect definition to his face.
You craved for his back to turn to look at you. You wanted his discerning eyes to probe you…to undress you?
Now you’re getting out of hand…
You turned back to Gojo’s students and they were in the middle of a bow. That meant class was over.
As the other students gathered their stuff and brushed past you to catch their rides. You stepped out to the tatami mat to meet Megumi who was in the middle of an intense conversation with Gojo. He took a double take to notice you arrived and gave Gojo a nod before hustling towards you.
“Good work!” You congratulated while handing him his pudding. His eyes lit up and a soft smile tugged on his lips. He looked back up to you.
“I’ll go get my stuff.” He jogged away to pack his work out bag.
“Did you get my text?” A fluttering voice startled you out of thought. You looked up to see Gojo. His blue eyes somehow lacked its usual vibrancy and you could swear there were dark circles forming under his eyes. He clearly tried to hide it with his award winning smile but it was clear that he was up all night. Just like you.
You adjusted your sunglasses to sit securely on your nose before responding. He watched you eagerly waiting for you to say something. You felt like you paused a little too long. Your head turned to once again follow Megumi who got caught up in conversation with some of the other students in Nanami’s class.
“Um…yeah. I did.” You heard Gojo shift his weight, likely out of nerves. He was probably worried that even then, you wouldn’t want to talk. Your head turned back up to him.
“I’m going to take Megumi home and fix him some lunch first. I’ll come by your place afterwards if that’s ok?” Your voice raised a little too high at the last part. But you could tell he was relieved. He fought the urge to pull you into a hug in front of all of his students and resorted to scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
A long sigh fell from his lips.
“Good…that’s great. Thank goodness.” He murmured to himself. Megumi took his place by your side and you two started heading towards the exit. You turned back to see if Gojo was still watching you go but he had already gone to converse with another instructor who was about to start the next session. However, there were still a pair of eyes that watched you leave.
For a brief second, you could have sworn that Nanami had his eyes on you. His intense and focused look seemed to have been glued to your form. But he must have been looking past you, right? You concluded that you were being too self-conscious and broke eye contact.
But your heart never forgot his gaze.
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The drive to Gojo’s house was painful. The swell in your eyes calmed a bit more since earlier but you still think you look worse than usual. After all, you were forced to revisit the emotions of last night and face the actions that followed after. You were reckless because you thought you no longer had anything to lose. But you realize that depending on how everything unfolds, it could also affect Megumi. You thought about this even before starting a relationship with Gojo which is one of the reasons you tried not to get too close.
But you became selfish, wanting to be with Gojo trumped the consequences. You were lucky that it doesn’t seem like what happens between you two affects your son. However, a lot of that has to do with Gojo loving your son just as much as you do. You both want him to succeed regardless of what’s going on in your own lives.
The sun was setting by the time you made it to Gojo’s penthouse. You abandoned your tracksuit and sunglasses for blue boyfriend jeans, a pearl blue spaghetti strap bodysuit with a small fake diamond necklace and tennis shoes. The doorman who typically let you in tipped his hat towards you as you made your way to the elevator. You tried to push away the anxiety crawling up your spine making way for an open mind.
‘This is what you’ve been craving right? For him to open up?’ You thought to yourself; yeah, but not at the risk of him breaking up with you. All instances where you tried to talk to your ex after a breakup ended horribly but you thought to yourself. ‘Gojo is different from them’. You released a deep breath to expel your negative thoughts as you rang his doorbell.
The door opened to Gojo wearing a kiss the chef apron on top of an off-white long sleeve sweater and gray sweatpants. His eyes wore initial shock but then softened tenderly the longer he searched you.
“Satoru…” You breathed. Gojo’s hands traveled up your cheeks and he pulled you into a deep kiss. You froze, puzzled at this development as Gojo’s tongue tasted your lips. You melted into the kiss, allowing him entry and curled your arms around his neck and hooked your fingers in his freshly shampooed white locks. You two were making out in his doorway and you weren’t sure if the ‘talk’ he planned had much talking after all.
“Satoru. I turned down the stove fire for you.” A voice interrupted you back into reality. Gojo slowly broke the kiss and placed his hands at your biceps to unlatch your arms. He took your hand and pulled you inside.
Your tender moment was replaced with horror.
“Thanks, Suguru!”
Your jaw clenched and eyes grew wide. You swore your lungs locked because you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Sweat beaded your forehead while staring at the man. Long black hair, mischievous and yet seductive feline eyes that soon found yours and your body spasmed. However, he simply…smiled?
Gojo gripped you with warm hands on both shoulders to swing you in front of him.
“Y/n. Don’t be shy~. This is Suguru Geto.” Gojo bellowed. Geto took a bow and took your hand. He kissed it while retaining eye contact with you.
“Nice to see you again. Y/n.” His words dripped like honey but his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. The look that only he dared to give you.
Disgust
You can’t blame him. As far as he’s concerned, you just had sex with him and then he caught you making out with his friend the day afterwards. But there was something that didn’t entirely click for you.
“Not fair. You two already know each other?” Gojo pouted while leaning down to rest a lazy chin on your head. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and chest, pulling you into his embrace. Geto let go of your hand and shoved his into his black jogger pockets. His disgusted expression turned into a pleasant one when he addressed Gojo again. All of the sudden, panic and worry started clawing at your skin.
‘He wouldn’t say anything here. Would he? I mean technically I was broken up with so it’s not cheating.’ You rationalized with yourself. It calmed you down a bit but it was still a conversation you wanted to avoid anyway.
‘Technically, I’m still broken up with.’ A small pout grew on your face. Although Gojo still acted like nothing has changed, his phone call last night changed everything.
“Well, you found out that I’m producing a drama in the neighborhood. I know I should have reached out but to be honest, I wasn’t sure if you were ready to talk to me. But when you ended up calling me first yesterday, our first conversation after all this time was… pretty hard wasn’t it?” Geto mentioned before continuing. You felt Gojo tense and your eyes darted down in deep thought.
Geto swatted his hand and shrugged his shoulders.
“Long story short, that night we had a meet and greet and she seemed to be a fan I recognized.” Geto threw a knowing glance in your direction and you laughed nervously.
“That reminds me. I think you left out without getting an autograph. I have some pre-signed ones in my bag in the guestroom if you want. Follow me.” Geto motioned and you hesitantly broke away from Gojo’s grasp. Gojo started following behind.
“Sa.To.Ru. Aren’t you cooking?” Geto reprimanded and Gojo jumped back.
“Fuck! My enchiladas!” He dashed to the kitchen before the smoke alarms went off. Once Gojo was gone, Geto made another reassuring glimpse towards you, clearly he sent Gojo away in order to speak with you alone. He turned his back and stalked towards the back guestroom. You followed him.
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“So. Are you staying here?” You ask while Geto hikes to the other side of the guest bed to pull his travel bag from under it. The sound of him tugging the zipper open echoed across the room.
“When he found out I was in town, he told me it would be a waste to stay in multiple hotels for months at a time when he has guest rooms.” Geto answered calmly, fumbling through his binder of flyers and work paraphernalia. He searched for signed posters of each actor, pulled it out one by one to lay on the bed, and continued to flip through to find more.
“H-How do you two know each other?” You twiddle your fingers in front of you, eyes not leaving the freshly vacuumed floors.
He snapped the binder closed.
“Aren’t you getting too full of yourself? Interrogating me like this. Shouldn’t you be begging me for mercy to keep your little secret?” His eyes narrowed. Your fists balled as you marched towards him, furiously. You held up an accusatory finger towards him.
“You are not making me the bad guy in all of this. He broke up with me as far as I was concerned. So even if you say something, it wouldn’t be my fault!” You argued quietly, mindful that Gojo was still nearby. Geto’s face remained unphased for a moment but then a wicked smile grew on his face.
He placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned down where his lips hovered over your ear.
“Then let’s go tell him together, shall we?” He hummed. You couldn’t tell whether he was joking or being serious but you were frightened all the same. You violently pushed him back but he barely even stumbled.
“Ah my poor dear friend. His girlfriend is a liar and a slut.” He advanced towards the doorway with a stack of signed posters in tow. You took in an offended gasp.
“You watch your mouth.” You hissed and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. He clawed the doorway trim.
“With that tone, I might assume you’d want to fuck me again.” He mocked before disappearing out of the room.
He didn’t allow a word of rebuttal as you stood still, boiling with rage.
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Gojo placed the hot pot of rice in the middle of the table next to the baked enchiladas. You couldn’t even look up from the plate in front of you while sitting at the long dining table. Gojo’s plate was at the head of the table to your left and Geto coincidentally sat right across from you.
Gojo untied his apron and stuffed it in a kitchen drawer. Geto had already started eating.
“The bathroom…”Geto started and your eyes darted up towards him.
“Did you change the decor the last time I was here?” Geto smiled while scooping a serving spoonful of rice onto his plate.
“I just changed the lighting really. It was bad for my eyes.” Gojo explained while taking a seat at the head of the table.
You relaxed and reached towards the spatula to spoon some enchiladas to your plate. Gojo reached at the same time and your fingertips collided. Your lashes batted tip to Gojo and a humored smirk grew on his face. He tilted his head.
“Raise your plate. I’ll serve you.” Gojo ordered. A blush grew on your face as you lifted your plate next to the pan of enchiladas. He shuffled them one by one, each one hotter than the last. The smoke piping out of the dish.
Geto brought a glass of water to his lips.
“Don’t burn yourself. Your body might still be in pain.” Geto advised. Shocked at the implication, you dropped your plate onto the table and it broke in half, your enchiladas rolling onto the table in a cheesy mess.
“Oh my.. I’m saying, Satoru, didn't you have to go to the dojo yesterday?” Geto continued. You and Gojo remained shocked as the sound of the broken plate ricocheted around the dining room. You immediately stood up and attempted to clean up the broken pieces. You cut your finger and Gojo noticed, standing up to take a look.
He wrapped his hand around your injured one and brought it up to his gaze.
“It was just a meeting…” Gojo murmured to Geto while inspecting your finger.
“Well, let me make myself useful.” Geto huffed, standing up to go to the kitchen to retrieve some paper towels.
“I’m so sorry. I-.” Your voice cracked as you felt tears coming on. You feel like you’re being humiliated. Every single thing Geto says draws hives up your back. There was no way you were going to make it out of this dinner unscathed. You needed Gojo to let you know that you are his and nothing is going to change that. But right now everything is too up in the air. Too fragile. You feel like one wrong word could tear everything apart. Tears swelled in your eyes.
“A plate doesn’t have feelings.” Gojo sighed and slid his hand down to your wrist and pulled you with him into an upstairs bathroom.
He fumbled through the medicine cabinet for the first aid kit and he wrapped a bandage around the small cut. The action was swift but tender which forced the tears in your eyes to fall. Your head fell into his chest as you sobbed quietly.
“What even are we?**sniffle**Why am I here Satoru?” You cried into his chest. Satoru raised his hand as if he wanted to caress your head but he refrained and put his hand back down to his side.
“You tell me that you want to talk and make things work and then kiss me as soon as I show up.**sniffle****sniffle** But why do I still feel so in the dark?” You sobbed while gripping his sweater with both hands. You felt ashamed and confused. You wanted clarity but you’re not even sure if you deserve it.
‘Will ‘us’ even work anymore?’ You thought to yourself. It was clear that Geto doesn’t intend to let it go and is forcing you to tread on thin ice in his presence.
“I…wanted to be able to talk to you. When I saw you again, I couldn’t help myself. The reason you feel so in the dark is because I put you there…” Gojo admitted and you stopped crying to stare up at him before he continued.
“I’ve always been at war with what people want me to be and who I am. Ever since I was a child, I was the pride of the Gojo clan and was forced to live by their ways. That way, I’m guaranteed success in the international family business…” Gojo explained. He took you by the shoulders and sat you down on the hooded toilet seat and turned to lean against the sink counter right next to you. He stared down as he spoke.
“The only avenue where I felt like I had control over my life was through martial arts. There, I could push myself on my own terms and with my own strength. Because I knew the results I would get would be because of my own hard work.” He spoke softly and his voice was filled with melancholy even though he seemed to be proud of it. His hands tightened around the edge of the counter.
“Suguru was next to me every step of the way when we started as sparring partners. In the beginning Suguru was much more experienced than me but somewhere down the line…I guess I became better than him.” Gojo then took a deep breath.
“On the day of one of my tournaments I came out in a higher place than he did. It was the first competition where that happened and he was livid. Ha…” Gojo laughed weakly before crossing his arms.
“I’ve never been cursed out so much before that day. Not even by my own father…We lost contact with each other when…when my parents got into an accident. But…Suguru ignoring me was more painful than their deaths.” Gojo’s eyebrows tightened as his eyes only carried pain. You wanted to reach out to him but his gaze felt too far away.
“Even though he hated me, I still wanted him there. Even though I inherited all this fortune, all I wanted was my best friend…I wanted that avenue to happiness again. So I went back to the only thing I knew…and that was martial arts.” Gojo stood up straight.
“I’ve never been comfortable with being vulnerable around other people. All I ever was surrounded by were people who I couldn’t trust. So I figured, it would be easier if they couldn’t take me seriously. I can’t be taken advantage of if they think I’m a fool.” Gojo turns to you and kneels down to your level.
“But…I wanted you to be one of the people I could trust. I could tell you were getting frustrated with me so I thought it would be better for you if I ended it. But…I didn’t like that either.” He took your hands and held your knuckles up to his lips.
“Tell me. Do puppy-dog eyes still work on you?” He batted his pale lashes to you. Bright blue eyes teeming with anticipation, and plush lips that brushed across your knuckles.
A part of you was leaping for joy but the other part was paralyzed with despair. You understood more of his heart but for some reason, you don’t feel much closer to him. You relaxed your forehead on top of his and allowed your intertwined hands to fall into your lap. Your eyes fluttered closed, taking in his warmth. You took in a deep breath and then wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.
“Maybe we started this relationship thing a little too fast…The idea of feeling abandoned is something that hits too close to home for me. That’s not something I want to go through again. So for now…let’s go back to just dating.” You suggested.
The weight of getting back into a relationship was off your shoulders but you left the door open for something new between you two to build. It’s exciting. Maybe eventually you two can finally take that next step. Although he tells you that you’re the one he wants to focus on, you don’t know when that’ll change. So you want room not only for him to be able to leave, but you too.
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Story Description:
Your arranged marriage is on its last legs. After making an agreement with your step son, Megumi, you are puzzled when you are faced with finally making a decision.
Your whole life so far has been planned for you, leading you to struggle with the idea of moving on and finding something stable…someone stable.
Will you finally be able to let go of the life that was made for you? Will there be others out there willing to pick up the pieces?
“Miss! Miss!” You stopped mid-typing to see the bouncer trying to catch your attention.
“Are you going inside?” You dabbed the tears on your face with the underside of your thumb. You nodded hesitantly and he scanned the metal detector around your body before allowing you to pass through the red rope.
As soon as you passed through the club doors, the talk you had with Gojo was put on the back burner although it still ate at your mind and heart. You were determined to have the night you came for and that meant selfies, a signing and a five-minute yap sesh with your favorite actress. After confirming the large crowd that waited in a new line to see the actors in the VIP section, you made a beeline to the opened room housing the bathrooms to freshen up your face for pictures.
The bathroom was empty, likely because all of the patrons were either in line or on the dance floor. The bathroom itself was strange, hidden in a separate back room with a single stall and door latch. As you stared at your puffy, red eyes in the mirror, you were able to take time to try to get yourself together. It didn’t work. Staring at yourself only reminded you of the pitiful situation you were in. Breaking up over a phone call? Didn’t even have the balls to talk to me about it. Blocked my fucking number?!
You would laugh if it weren’t so pathetic. You felt played but you also felt stupid. Nearly all of your eye and cheek makeup was washed away while the only thing that remained were your lashes. You said ‘fuck it!’ and concluded that you will only be getting pictures of your favorite actress instead of with your favorite actress tonight.
You yanked the bathroom door open and booked around the corner to emerge from the room. Your exit was blocked by a large chest. You stepped to the right and the stranger followed and your path was blocked. You stepped to the left and he mimicked you again.
He wore a black suit with an open blazer and a white button down. Black trousers that covered over black low heeled boots. Mocking feline slit eyes stared down into yours and long back flowing hair that cascaded down his shoulders. If Gojo reminded you of the shining sun, this man would be the midnight moon.
You laughed awkwardly looking up at the gorgeous man in your path. The same man that stared you down at the street intersection the other day.
“So…were you planning to meet the actors like this?” He looked down at you. A humored smile gracing his lips. He shifted his weight and shoved his hands in his pockets.
You laughed to yourself again, patting your eyes dry once more.
“Oh no. Haha. I didn’t plan on taking any pictures tonight.” You answered but pleased that he cared that you were crying alone in the bathroom. You gave him a gentle smile.
“I meant to say that you’re dressed like a slut.” He spoke elegantly, fiercely contrasting the vile words he just spoke to you.
“What the hell?! Who do you think you are?!” You stomped your foot and balled your hands to your side. Your shoulder purse hung down your arm as you felt your despair turn into rage.
Swiftly, he pinched your chin and forced your head to face up to him. He clawed your waist and hauled your chest into his.
“I’m a man who turns dreams into reality.” Venomous words continued to spill from his lips. He used this thumb to caress your chin slowly.
“Fuck. You.” You spat as you squirmed to release yourself from his grasp.
He whipped you around and held your neck up with his large hand, forcing your head back against his shoulder. His other hand dragged down to your hip and pressed his hardening member in between the split of your ass.
“Is that what you want, princess?” He hissed. Your mouth dropped open in a gasp. He tightened his grip on your neck and you raked your hand on his on your neck and the other on your hip. His long black hair curtained over your shoulder as he leaned down to speak to you. He slowly started to knead his cock in between your ass, violently grazing your clothed pussy.
Dizzy from the tears and lightheaded from crying, you couldn’t stop a long moan from escaping your mouth. A wet tongue traced against the back of your ear. He curved your hips upward in an uncomfortable arch to better rub against your core.
“Do you want me to fuck your problems away?” He whispered low and dangerously. A small whimper escaped your lips as you nervously started grinding against him. You wanted to feel something…anything. You fastened your hand around his wrist to pull him into the bathroom. If you were going to have a rebound you might as well make it worthwhile.
“Do it. Fuck me until I can’t think anymore.” You leaned over and allowed him to push you up against the sink, his hips locking you in place while he yanked his blazer off. You held your body up with your hands while you were bent over the sink. The handsome man was pleased with your compliance.
“Did you wear that see through green dress for attention? Pathetic.” He began unbuttoning his dress shirt. Your chest heaved. You were having a hard time having a full grasp of the situation. A part of you is telling you to run but the other part is telling you that at least somebody wanted your body. You wanted to feel wanted, you wanted get fucked and you were drowning in sadness too much to care about the consequences.
“I don’t know who you wore that for but the person fucking you senseless tonight is me. Remember well and be grateful, princess.” He fisted your dress and pulled it to your upper back exposing your underwear. Your legs tightened as the cold bathroom air ghosted your core.
He discarded his shirt and it fell to the floor. It was obvious that he worked out. You felt it when he pulled you against him. His arms were toned and his body chiseled. You figured that if he weren’t here as a fan, he definitely could pass as one of the actors.
You were facing forward, forced to see the mess that is your face and the wicked pleasure in his darkening brown eyes. You were at war between your head and your heart and you wondered if you could fuck the pain away. Is that what you wanted? You weren’t sure if you were in the right headspace to make those decisions. But you hoped that he could fill a hole within you, despite the cruel words that he said.
Your eyes hooded and he dug a strong palm into your hair and dragged your head up and back.
“What are you going to do?…” You inquired softly. In your head, you already knew the answer. You tried your best to keep the shakiness in your voice from being obvious. He chuckled and hovered down, head next to yours and gazed at you through the mirror.
You felt two fingers trespass through your underwear and down the slit of your pussy. He split your lips apart and started stroking the entrance to your hole. Heavy sighs escaped your mouth, your fingers balled into fists. Tears pricked your eyes as your mind wandered back to how Gojo used to touch you.
“How bold. You're wondering what’s going to happen when you’re already this wet for me?” He nibbled your ear. Your eyebrows furrowed. You are letting this strange man bend you over the sink. You wondered if it was going to hurt. He didn’t owe you any gentleness whatsoever but even then, you still craved it.
“Ah! Ahhh~” You squealed as his two fingers speared your hole. He thrusted them in and out at a relentless pace. The tears idling in your eyes finally fell as he pulled screams from your lips. He pulled your head back to keep you from falling forward, forcing you to watch him pierce you over and over again.
“Did you think I was going to be gentle? You’re so arrogant for thinking you deserve that much.” He let go of your hair and you fell forward, almost bumping your head into the mirror. He yanked your underwear down your feet and helped one leg out to spread your legs wider. He knelt down and pawed your ass with both hands and leveled his mouth to your clit.
He parted your pussy with his thumbs and took a long lick from your clit to your entrance. A long low groan fell from your lips.
“You sound so fucking dirty.” The words went in and out of your ears. He felt heavenly like he was an expert with his tongue. He slapped your ass before tasting circles around your cunt and used one hand to fiddle with your clit. You bit your lip to keep another embarrassing moan from escaping you and then he slapped your ass again. You gasped.
He hummed as his tongue breached your core and started roaming around your insides. You squirm so much that you thought you would collapse to the ground. He held your hip steady to keep you from moving.
“Don’t come until I say so.” He ordered, replacing his tongue with his two fingers and thrusting in you again. You cried in desperation as your nearing climax was denied. He moved fast and used his tongue to egg you on, clearly to test your will power. You were too tired to compete but you were desperate for praise. You listened.
You scrunch your eyes and tried to fight off your climax. Your head bowed into the counter of the cold sink as a brood of moans spilled from your lips.
“Come for me, princess.” He spoke so languidly you could get drunk off his words. You took in a deep breath and your walls fluttered around his fingers. A strained scream was ripped from your chest as he forced your climax out of you.
The man chuckled darkly.
“Mmm~. Will you milk my cock like that too?” Before you had time to come down from your high. The man already pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. You froze at the reflection of his cock that slid against your lips. It was not as long as Gojo’s but it was much girthier. You haven’t been fucked since Toji and damn sure haven’t had a cock almost as big. You started internally debating your options.
“Are you on IUD?” He asked and you blinked twice, still not done resolving the internal conflict inside your head. He dug behind your hair and choked from behind your neck. He pinned you to the sink as he lined himself up at your entrance. Your head started spinning even more and you struggled to breathe as he repositioned both hands at your hips.
Your million thoughts were replaced with a sharp pain as the man didn’t even practice gentleness before plunging into you. Your pussy swallowed a third of him and you yelped out in pain. He groaned and threw his head back. He echoed a low fuck and paused. He leaned forward into your back again and forced your head up to witness him taking you from the back.
“Or do you want to be known as the bitch that got pregnant from a one night stand.” You opened your mouth to protest as he snapped his hips back and then front forcing you to take all of him. You cried out from the pain that quickly morphed into pleasure. You held your palm against the mirror to prevent his violent hips from striking your head against the mirror.
He let go of your hair to wrap an arm around your waist and then snaked the other around your chest to latch to your shoulder. He started thrusting into you in quick succession. His cock bullied its way to your cervix while his balls drummed against your clit. Slapping noises rung across the room as your mouth falls open, sustaining loud moans. He buried his head into your shoulder and deep groans rumbled against your ear.
The loud boom of the music in the nightclub blurred as all you could hear were your desperate screams and his hisses and moans. Each time he pulled out of you he snapped back quicker than the time before. He was relentless and punishing but your body was too busy chasing ecstasy to care. He pinned your hips once more and pulled himself out of you. You gasped at the disconnect.
He turned you around to face him and picked you up to sit on the sink counter. You leaned your back into the cold mirror, as he prepped to enter you from the front. You ground against his cock, begging him to enter you again.
“Beg for it.” He ordered. You snaked your arms around his shoulders and toyed with his long black hair. You grazed your hand through his scalp and dragged his head back. Your loose bangles falling up and down your arm as you toured through his long black locks. He moaned deliciously, telling you that he liked it. You pulled his face to yours.
“Give it to me.” You demanded breathlessly. He took your lips into his and he sucked against your tongue. He used the same ferocity to pierce your core again with his swollen cock and started humping into you once more. He latched his hands to your hips prone to keep you still. Your eyes screwed shut as you were approaching your breaking point again. You moaned into his mouth.
“Oh god! Oh god! Please-!” You said a prayer into his ear over and over desperate to once again meet your euphoria. He slapped a palm against the mirror, next to your head. He started pairing silent grunts with a slew of curses as his pace slowed but became more violent. His cock pulsed within you and he hissed. He hiked your loose knee over his other elbow to spread your legs further as his thrusts became sloppy.
“Nnnghh…hahhh~….What’s it going to be?” He bit out as it seemed like he was nearing his breaking point. Before you had time to respond, you reached your climax first, your head buried into his shoulder and screamed Bloody Mary praying desperately that the IUD you installed a few months ago was working its magic. Your spasming walls pulled him with you as he shoved his cock deep and released into you. You milked him for all of his seed as a long moan coated his lips. When he was finished he pulled out of you.
You were still shaking from your climax as he knelt down once more and began sucking at your core that is overflowing with his cum. Your legs and knees fought against him in overstimulation as he came back up and clawed you by the back of the neck. He kissed you and spilled all of his cum from his mouth into yours tasting the mixture of your climax and his.
He let go of your lips and used this thumb to force your mouth shut.
“Swallow it.” He commanded and you hesitated but complied. He started to get dressed but you were still sitting in the sink. Frozen and your mind in a limbo.
Your head cleared and you were no longer thinking. Your pants became rapid and you became paralyzed with worries. One word came to your mind…
Panic.
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The entire ride home was silent with your eyes glued to the road. You felt like you broke every traffic law while racing to get back home and into the comfort of your own bed. Tonight was a bad idea, terrible one even. But you felt liberated. You got fucked hard just like you planned and you’ll take your wins where you could get them.
The only regret you have is not being able to get the autograph that you came for. After that session, you were far too embarrassed to even greet your favorite actress in that state. Hair disheveled, makeup smeared and reeking with sex from head to toe. Even trying to exit the club was challenging but you held your head up and walked out with as much confidence as a fucked out woman would have.
The clock on your phone displayed 1:07 am. You dropped your keys on the kitchen counter and peeled your false lashes off. Megumi’s lights were already off. You left the lashes on your bathroom sink and pulled a few makeup wipes to clear off as much makeup as you can with what little strength you had left.
You leaped into the shower hoping to come out a different woman than you came in. But everything remained. The numb pain in your heart pulsed through your entire body. You felt hollow. You didn’t bother to throw on much more than a satin silk nightgown and face planted into a large pillow. You cuddled the pillow tight, attempting to replicate the feeling of warmth and comfort and curled your body into the fetal position.
Your phone rang.
To your dismay, you didn’t waste another moment to pick it up to view the contents
Text Message Notification
Mr Blue Sky
“Hey…I know I’m a colossal fuck up. At the time, I just thought that it would be better if I just kept my distance from you and allowed you to hate me. I have too much baggage and emotions that I’m not sure are fully healed. Everytime I feel like I’m growing closer to someone…I self-sabotage every relationship I’m in out of fear. But ending the call like that… It wasn’t me and I was sick to my stomach thinking about how that probably made you feel. I love you and I panicked. I was too overwhelmed with my own thoughts and trauma that I hurt you and…I’m sorry. I wanna talk. Tomorrow is Saturday, right? Let me make it up to you. After dropping Megumi off at home…I’d like to see you and to talk to you. I still want to kiss you. I don’t want everything to end like this…”
Reply
You clicked your phone off and threw it off the bed not remembering that it needed to be charged. Or you didn’t care. You buried your head into your pillow knowing that sleep won’t be coming easy tonight.
‘You’re too late.’ You cried to yourself.
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Story Description:
Your arranged marriage is on its last legs. After making an agreement with your step son, Megumi, you are puzzled when you are faced with finally making a decision.
Your whole life so far has been planned for you, leading you to struggle with the idea of moving on and finding something stable…someone stable.
Will you finally be able to let go of the life that was made for you? Will there be others out there willing to pick up the pieces?
A few months passed after you started dating Gojo. It seemed like he always had a fresh surprise every time you went to see him. After that night with the loan shark, Gojo kept insisting that you and Megumi should stay with him until everything was sorted out. But, you declined. Abandoning a new place you took so long to secure and messing up Megumi’s stable life was not something you wanted to do. Besides, leaving all your problems to a man you just started seeing was not a step you were willing to take. Gojo warned you that the man would come back and set up a security system with a ring camera to protect you.
He was right.
The loan shark did come back the next week and with more company. But Gojo caught wind of it and took care of everything. The men were right outside your door before you came home with Megumi from school. The ring camera reported them knocking at your door. The feed glitched and the surveillance was down for no more than 5 minutes. When it came back up, the men were gone and you haven’t heard from them since. Gojo had sent a message to you afterwards stating…
:Get home safe <3
You figured that there are many things better left unsaid.
But what was more promising was how much Megumi improved. He started taking private lessons and was preparing to test for a higher level soon. You adored when he was excited to demonstrate a new technique that he learned. You wanted to believe that everything was finally falling into place but that growing pit of uncertainty still swelled in your stomach.
You can admit that there was never a dull moment with Gojo and he never fails to melt your icy walled exterior. But lately, it feels stagnant…or rather one sided; romantically and sexually. You wanted to learn more and to give him time to open up to you. But even after all the months you spent with him, you haven’t learned much more since the first date. It was frustrating and sexually frustrating. He was a demon with his hands and tongue and the strained groans from his mouth always drove you wild but…is foreplay all that he wants from you?
You tried plenty of times to get him to move forward but most of the time it ends in a forehead kiss and an exhausted cuddle. And you don’t want to just outright say-
‘Don’t you want to fuck me?!’
Semi-afraid of what the response would be. You’ve touched, stroked and sucked him off at least a hundred times and you’re sure it would fit with the right preparation. But all of the times where he softly rejected it stung and you felt your insecurities building up one by one.
Pillowy lips kissed your temple and snapped you out of your trance. Your body jerked at Gojo’s peck. Your hands were interlocked while you two strolled through the bustling city square. You locked eyes with him while he straightened his back, realigning himself.
“You’re gonna combust from thinking so hard. Let me see if I can guess what’s on your mind.” Gojo tapped his bottom and pondered for a beat. You tightened your lips into a pout waiting for what nonsense he has for you today.
“Ah yes…I would still love you if you were a worm.” He sang and used his free hand to pinch at your cheek and tugged on it teasingly. You rolled your eyes.
“Yer sohh yameee (lame)” You whined. Gojo released your cheek to cover his mouth, housing a hearty laugh. He stopped to pull you into a deep kiss in the middle of the sidewalk. The kiss was long and you could feel the passion building between the two of you. But your earlier thoughts crept up on you and your passion quickly dissipated.
You parted first and Gojo stared down at you in a lustful trance. He gave a gentle squeeze of your hand before continuing your stroll. He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that you cut the kiss short.
Suddenly, your eyes caught something familiar. There was a notice on the road that leads to your home.
Season 3 of That Time I Fell In Love With My Mafia Boss’s Brother is filming soon. Please prepare to take a detour route during these dates…
“Oh…my…FUCKING GOD! OH MY GOD OH GOD!! They are filming HERE?!? I thought they were out of the country but they-.” Your favorite trashy tv drama was not only greenlit for a season 3 but filming right around the corner from your house! This show, although wildly unrealistic, hit home for you and helped to heal some of the wounds from your divorce. You were too busy dancing, jumping and clapping to notice that you let go of Gojo’s hand.
You whipped your body towards him, searching for his reaction. Gojo stood with an amused smirk on his face and crossed arms.
“No please. Don’t stop on my account.” He threw his arms up. You took him and pulled him by his arm excitedly to get a closer read of the notice. He followed you lazily.
“I absolutely love the lead actress in this. Everything she acts in goes triple platinum in my household. Instant replay!” You beamed. You approached the notice that was plastered firm on the brick wall. You traced the small print with your index finger and read it out loud.
“Join the cast and crew Friday night for a welcoming party at CTV Nightclub. Fans are invited for pictures and signing. First come, first served! Hit tv show directed by Yu Haibara and produced by Suguru Geto introduces action meets romance in a thriller-ack!”
Before you could finish reciting the words on the poster. Gojo snaked his arm around your shoulders and dragged you away from the poster. He kept his arm around you and guided your steps forward, preventing you from turning around. His hand on your shoulder was tight and you looked up to see his once bright blue eyes were shadowed by his pale locks.
“Garbage tv rots your brain.” Gojo mumbled, still holding you close.
“But babe… I HAVE to go to this welcoming party. I’ll never know if I get the opportunity to see her again. You’re …coming with me right?” You batted your lashes. Granted, most of the time it didn’t work but you were going to get your fave actress to sign your poster so you could preserve it for future generations. Plus, you wanted to share this moment with him. You thought maybe if you shared a part of yourself with him, he would want to open up more.
Gojo’s eyebrows furrowed. He loosened his grip around your arm and scratched the back of his head, seemingly frustrated.
“Friday night…I have an instructors meeting. I might be late.” Gojo explained with an awkward smile. You nodded reassuringly.
“I’ll wait for you there.” You took his hand and folded it in yours to bring his knuckles to your lips. “I really want you there with me.”
A small tint of red appeared on his cheeks and he curled his fingers around your hand to bring to his lips.
“I’m whipped for you. You know that? I’ll go, your majesty.” He chuckled into your knuckles before planting another kiss on your wrist and then another on your jawline. You continued down the sidewalk with a new pep in your step. Gojo started going on about his colleagues at the dojo. You took one more glance behind you where the notice was, dreaming of what Friday will bring.
It seems that the notice had garnered the attention of another person. A man, tall, long black hair that cascaded down his shoulders and brushed his back. Black piercings. Sporting casual wear and black sunglasses. He loitered close while reading the fine print at the bottom of the notice. He paused and he looked towards you. He took his sunglasses off to get a better look at you as his feline slit eyes pierced yours.
An entertained smile painted his lips and you quickly turned your head away startled. Gojo didn’t notice so you tried your hardest to push the image of that man out of your memory.
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Today’s mission: seduce your man. The meet and greet is at a nightclub and you’ve been dying to wear the new dress you bought from Revolve. It’s an emerald green mesh wrap around dress that crossed into an X over your chest and held up in a halter around your neck. The dresses had a high slit that barely graced the top of your thigh. You wore gold bangles on each wrist with matching gold sandal heels.
The dress was perfect for highlighting your hips and legs and you made sure to oil them up to look moisturized and shiny. You let your hair fall behind you as you fanned the glue on your long false lashes.
You stepped out of your room and into the kitchen to grab your car keys from the counter.
“*Click*” You turned to see Megumi holding up his phone. You struck a pose and he clicked another photo before shoving his phone into his pocket.
“Don’t forget curfew and don’t drink. If you do, call an Uber home.” He nagged and you shook your head. You thought to yourself that you should probably be teaching him how to drive soon.
“I may not come back home tonight. And if I do-…” you huffed and Megumi crossed his arms and nodded his head.
“I’ll make sure to heat up the pizza, open a fresh box of tissues and get ‘Me Before You’ on.” He says and you dig your hand into his spiky hair to make a mess of it. It occurred to you that he might be going through a massive growth spurt. Two years ago you were still able to look down when talking to him but now, he’s passing your height while you’re in heels. You felt your heart strings tug a little bit and you blinked the tears away.
You clicked your heels towards the door and told Megumi a set of things to do while you're out such as: locking the door, checking the security camera and by no means opening the door for anyone. Megumi nodded lazily hearing the usual nightly checklist.
“Have a nice night, mom. I love you.”
“I love you too, Meg.”
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As you thought, there was already a line out the door to CTV nightclub by the time you arrived (even though you are 30 minutes early). You braced the wait and headed to the back of the line, vowing to save a place for when Gojo arrives.
An hour goes by while you’re waiting in line and you can see the bouncer in sight. The entire time, you kept opening your phone for any missed calls or text messages. Gojo said he would be late. You reassured yourself until you finally got a call.
Incoming call: Mr Blue Sky
“Hey babe! I’m up near the door.” You spoke with the phone up to your ear, stretching your neck to see if you can spot his motorcycle parked anywhere. He took too long to respond and you called over the phone to him again.
“I don’t think I can make it work.” He responded hesitantly. Talking over the phone makes it hard to read his expression. You felt your heart sink a little. You figured he probably couldn’t get out of the meeting and didn’t want you to wait for him. You expelled a disappointed sigh.
“No, I get it. It was too last minute anyway. I can still swing by yours when I’m done.” You tried to brave through the disappointment but it was too late. Warm tears sprinkled in your eyes. He took another long pause. Something that wasn’t like him. Generally, he liked to fill up the awkward silence with his voice but he didn’t try to bother this time.
“I meant…I mean that I don’t think I can make us work. I’m sorry.” you heard his voice crack. The tears in your eyes started rolling down your cheeks. The insecurities that’s been building a monster within you finally awakened and your chest tightened. You deluded yourself into thinking you misheard.
“What are you trying to say to me right now?!” Your voice raised. The tears won’t stop flowing and you swore your head was spinning so bad it might twist off. You felt your body lose strength as you held the wall to maintain your balance. After a few seconds, he hung up on you.
You started dialing his number over and over again. The first two times it rang and then it went to voicemail. The next 3 times it went straight to voicemail. He blocked you. You felt your mind stuck between staying in line and getting the autograph you came for, going home and crying yourself to unconsciousness or driving to his place and knocking his door down until the cops show up.
You decided that the last two could wait so you stayed in line. But that didn’t stop you from calling every contact you had for him.
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Your lungs were constrained as you fled as fast as your legs could take you. You bulldozed your way into the forest while empty tree branches dug at whatever’s left of your clothes.
A screech tore into the air and your body stood frozen. He’s already found you.
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‘Just one more night…..’
Hawks mused while settling on his perch. A fine nest for a full grown griffin and his mate that he spent nearly eons fixing up. He snapped another branch in half and scattered the debris to make his resting spot more comfortable. He needed something…anything… to keep his mind busy while the knot in his groin swelled with each passing day.
-The week before-
It was one night he was out for a hunt in lands forbidden for humans to enter. He chased a mountain lion to a waterfall that streamed down into a lake. He paused when he saw a human, you, who trespassed on his lands and bathed within his water. He remembered that the humans made it a rule to not intrude on his grounds and he even marked his scent within a three-mile radius so animals wouldn’t dare cross it.
Typically, Hawks would have killed you without a moment’s thought. However, he was hesitant because you weren’t the same as any human he encountered before. Many of the humans and even human leaders Hawks had seen were at most plain to the eye, fragile, simple and untrusting of creatures different from them. The only thing he respected about them was that they cowered to the powerful.
Many of the other griffins had either left or died out with the presence of humans but only Hawks remained. Humans had often mistaken him for an deity because he was able to shift into a human-like body while his talons and red wings remained. A false idol; the human clan decided to treat him to sacrifices and in return, Hawks would serve as their protector…or protect a promise to not eat them. The sacrifices, as unremarkable as the humans that served them, would either die of fright or succumb to Hawks’ talons before they could let out a scream. This was their role in the food chain and he was their predator.
Other humans understood that, why didn’t you? The mountain lion was long gone as Hawks rested himself on a thick tree branch far enough from the bank of the lake but close enough for him to see you clearly. His crimson feathered wings bowed into him as he crouched. His chest tightened when his animalistic sight scanned the back of your naked body. He let out a low grumble.
“Mine” he muttered haphazardly. He blinked twice. He wasn’t sure why he said that. He was even more confused as to why he felt no hunger in his stomach and instead, in his cock. This puzzled him. He’s never felt remotely attracted to a human before, not even when they mated near him. He never thought it was possible. He felt his knot bulging within him and tried to push it down with his hand. He concluded that he was probably feeling lonely while at the age where he should be looking to mate.
‘I can’t mate.’ He thought. There are no more griffins left. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. A sharp gust of wind blew his hair back and your scent tickled his nose. His fangs emerged and a long moan escaped his lips.
“Ohhh….fuck…..” A shaky groan dripped from his lips. He allowed his aching cock to stand tall. Your scent tattooing itself in his mind and electrifying his senses. He took in a deep breath of the sweet and yet familiar scent. He purred.
‘This changes the game…’ Hawks licked his fangs and examined your bare back with more intent. He gripped his cock with a newfound need to spill. A need to mark. Desperate pants escaped his lips as he slowly stroked his cock. Silent cries ripped from his lips as he mentally pleaded for you to turn around. He needed you to watch him, touch him, to take him.
Hawks imagined himself drinking the droplets of water that fell from your skin. He jerked harder, spine shuddering and thrusted his hips forward. A whine tore from his throat as he watched you, expecting you to save him from this torment. He had a whiff of your scent and now he was greedy for it. Precum budded at the top of his dick and he threw his head back while gasping for air. Suddenly, you rose from the water. Hawks’ eyes went wide as he took in the globes of your ass. He bit into his free arm to deafen his heated groan and his fangs drew blood.
His mind went blank, hand yanking at his straining cock like a mindless beast. His breath heaved and he bowed forward. Images of you rapidly flashed into his mind of the talons on his hands piercing into your hips and his cock stretching you beyond your limits. He imagined filling your cunt to capacity with his seed and painting the rest on your back, marking you inside and out. His ear twitched as he listened for the sound that made him lose control.
“Dammit! They found me!” You cried to yourself.
The sound of your voice is what made him erupt. His mouth released his arm so he could grapple onto a branch next to him, breaking it. He spilled all over the thick tree branch he rested on. His head fell back against the tree trunk as he bit into his tongue to control his moans. Hawks’ hips twitched and shunted forwards as creamy seed flowed down his cock and coated his legs. His eyes were hazy and a satisfied smile coated his lips. When he looked for you again, you were gone. He didn’t worry because he knew as long as he had your scent, you could never escape him. He then wondered if the humans had decided on their next sacrifice and if not, he was going to change that.
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Your clan was due to serve another sacrifice to him in the coming week. As fate would have it, the clan decided that it would be you as punishment for your family’s debts. They tell you that you should be grateful and any one would be glad to sacrifice themselves to the ‘oh so great’ protector of the lands.
They can fool themselves into thinking the griffin that holds their town hostage is some kind of savior, but you knew better. You begged the clan leaders to allow you to work instead and offered yourself to free labor around the town. However, the elders claimed that there were too many mouths to feed and too little time to do anything about it as the colder months approached.
You knew the real excuse for using you as a sacrifice was because you and your family were outcasts. Your family sought asylum in the clan while escaping the terrors of monsters that destroyed your homeland. The clan was reluctant but allowed your family to stay. The clan worked your family members into their deaths and you assumed using you as a sacrifice was their way of finishing the job. But you refused to become a suckling pig on the dinner table of a demon. So you ran.
This wasn’t your first time running. When you were a child, you hated the clan and wanted to go back to your homeland and on your trek through the forest, you encountered a waterfall. It was the one area of peace that was surrounded by despair.
Hidden in the shadows, a feather-like creature chirped in pain near the bank of the lake. It was not quite a bird and also not quite a feline. It suffered from a wound and clutched its injured wing protectively. You ripped a piece of your clothing and crushed some herbs that you often traveled with. The creature seemed too exhausted to move and allowed you to tend to it. After feeding the animal water, you heard the voices from your family in the distance. You prepared yourself to return to them and started making your way back to the path you came. You turned back towards the creature who carried a solemn yet unsettling gaze. Your heart raced. After another call of your name, you quickly retreated back to the clan, never seeing the creature again.
Thinking back to that time, the strange creature reminded you of yourself in some way; feeling alone in a world full of misery. So you escaped back to the place that brought you peace. The hidden waterfall nestled against the foot of the mountain. A place just under the den of the griffin and yet still hidden enough to cover your tracks. You bathed in the water and allowed your tears to fall. You cursed the clan elders and wept for a future that no longer existed. You heard the click of a tree branch and jumped up from the water. You listened again and heard the rustling of leaves.
“Dammit! They found me!” You spat while busying yourself to find your clothes. Once dressed, you disappeared into the forest and back into town with a clean body and a clouded mind as you marched to your ruin.
A week passed and the sacrificial ceremony was scheduled to take place early the next morning. You were expected to present yourself to the clan elders while they dressed you and prepared you on the altar to be taken and eventually slaughtered. But you had different plans. Tying up the rope that constricted your travel sack, you prepared your bed as if someone was still sleeping in it. The clan had placed guards at the front of your door, but you had already spent a week digging a tunnel with the exit in the back. You dress light to travel faster, betting on finding warmer clothes in the next town over.
Once the guards shift change happened, you made quick work climbing through the hole and emerging on the other side. You didn’t waste an extra second hauling yourself out of the hole and bolting for the nearest coverage of trees. Sticks jutted out from the branches to cut at your legs and arms but you continued to run. A chill traveled up your spine as fear pooled in your stomach.
You weren’t alone and you knew it.
You ran faster, losing some of the items from your travel sack. A frustrated cry escaped your lips and you wanted to turn around to retrieve it. But you knew that as soon as you turned around, the game was over. You kept running, you figured that if it was a guard, they would have called out to you by now. But there was just silence. Terror and confusion ate at you from within and you stumbled forward. You fell flat on your face as the contents of your back spilled onto the ground. You looked back into the empty darkness of the forest and wondered if you half lost your mind. A whistle of the wind echoed in your ears.
“Mate…” A haunted voice danced in the wind, tugging at the thrums in your chest. You scrambled to your feet.
“No. No. No. No. No. No. No-.” You took off again, abandoning your bag and everything in it. Your goal was no longer to escape but to survive. What was chasing you was not human. You shrieked as a tree behind you rustled and cracked. Your vision was limited because you could only see what was immediately in front of you from the moonlight while the darkness up ahead ate up the rest.
Your heartbeat drummed into your ears. You let out a small cry when your shoes became entangled in the wooden roots carved into the ground. You discarded them to run barefoot. You ran into stray trunks and some decaying logs that slowed your pace. You could almost hear the monster laughing at your distress and he had a right too. Running is futile.
Your lungs were constrained as you fled as fast as your legs could take you. You bulldozed your way into the forest while empty tree branches dug at whatever’s left of your clothes. A screech tore into the air and your body stood frozen. He’s already found you.
Claws…no….talons gripped your shoulders and forced your knees to chest on the ground. Hot tears flooded your eyes as the predator swiped at your clothes, leaving your neck and back exposed. A heated breath fluttered against the nape of your neck and down your shoulders. You felt its nose, almost human-like, press against the back side of your neck. He took in a deep breath and expelled a heavy moan that vibrated against your body.
“My mate….” The creatures spoke that word again. His tone was low and almost affectionate, but you knew that it had to be one of the creature's tricks. You knew exactly what he was.
“Griffin.” You spoke attempting to act confident but failing. The creature pulled at your shoulder and turned your body so you were flat on your back. Facing him, your breath hitched. The creature didn't look much like a creature at all. He looked like a man with windswept ashened blonde hair. Thick blonde brows furrowed above piercing golden eyes that were accompanied by black bird-like triangles decorating the corners of his eyes. The animalistic markings on his face indicated that he was definitely not human. His wings were large, shadowy, as it covered everything in your sight. He was huge with one talon-encrusted hand being enough to cover your entire shoulder and upper bicep. It wasn’t until you ventured lower past his abs that you found out he was stark naked. His knot was swollen and the head was leaking with precum. You took in another breath with shock as some of it dripped down your leg.
He hovered and allowed his tongue to mark from your shoulder to your jawline.
“I finally caught you, bride.” His tongue felt like it was burning against your skin. His hand holding your body still against the ground.
“Don’t…hurt me.” You uttered a senseless plea. When he pulled his head back, he met your gaze again. For a moment his expression seemed sad?
He nuzzled his head into your neck and shook his head rapidly. His body and his throbbing core ground against you.
“I…don’t want to- I could never hurt you.” He sighed. His hands started traveling down your body.
“But I need… mmmh…” His words spilled into a whine. Needed what?
“What…what do you need?” You asked hesitantly.
“I don’t want to scare you but I….nnngh!”
His hips violently jerked against your leg, smearing your knee and thigh with his precum, his engorged member looked painful. His body was hot to the touch. His wings flailed lightly and you noticed one of them carried a scar at the joint. A scar in the same place as the injury of the creature you treated when you were a child. You cupped his cheeks and forced his eyes to meet yours. He bit his trembling lips and his eyebrows creased as if he was in pain.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” You searched his gaze for answers. You became entranced with his face and your hand traced across his quivering lips and daringly skated across his fangs. He caught your hand and licked your inner palm. He teased his fang against the underside of your hand and then he bit down, hard. Your hand began to burn and your body flailed as you started to feel scorching heat all over. The pain from his bite traveled up your arm and set your body on fire. The griffin’s face went red, eyes focused on you. His expression, pleading but his orgasmic purrs rumbled into your wrist. Unfortunately, the heat from the bite was too much. Drowning in exhaustion and delirium, you lost consciousness.
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You woke with a dizzying fever. You tried to tug at your clothes to cover up only to realize all of your clothes were gone and replaced with a flimsy blanket. You felt and massaged all over your body but found that other than the burning sensation in your wrist, nothing else had been done to you.
Pushing yourself up, you were cushioned by a bedding of lush grasses and sturdy tree branches for a foundation. You were no longer in the forest but in a den etched at the side of the mountain. The burning sunlight from the early morning sunrise poured into the cave and over the shuddering griffin next to you. He looked like he was in worse condition than before. The griffin broke out in a cold sweat and gasped for air as if he was choking. You searched the area for any type of water and attempted to rise to your feet.
A strong grip shackled your wrist to prevent you from leaving. You turned to see his eyes pinning you down.
‘I think I know what’s going on. I’ve heard about it before…’ The symptoms the griffin suffered from were common in creatures who were of age and desired a mate.
‘He needs to rut. He looks like he might die if he doesn’t.’ You concluded. You didn’t understand why a human and not to mention why you?! But at that point you had two options: go back to the town and face possible death and persecution or become the mate of a griffin. After all, he did say he doesn’t want to hurt you. He carried you out of danger and has not touched you since.
You searched down his body and his cock was still jutting painfully. His lower half, soaked in sweat, lubricant and precum. You cautiously reached your hand down and started pumping him slowly. The griffin took in a sharp hiss and his grip released your wrist to grapple onto the one jerking his shaft.
“I’m going to help you, griffin.” You whispered softly. His ear twitched. Your thumb teased the head and pressed against the hole. His jaw falls open releasing a series of quick pants.
“H-Hawks…*groan*...the locals call me Hawks.” The griffin choked out as your hand pumped faster, becoming more drenched by the minute. Hawks’ gaze was stormy. Golden irises followed your every move, darting from your face to the magic you were doing on your hand. He contemplated between taking you hard and fast or letting you come on to him as he had originally hoped. The latter was looking less likely.
“Hawks…” You breathed. He snapped. He forcefully released your grasp and he pushed you onto your back. The cushion from the grass nest bedding prevented it from being painful. Hawks hovered over you and pushed one of your legs back. He released your wrist and sheathed his talons.
His fingers traced down your open slit and he parted your lips curiously massaging your clit. He watched your face contort as he soaked his fingers in your warmth. His adventurous fingers moved slow.
“It’s warm…wet.” He acknowledged, whispering the last part out in a sigh. Heat flooded your cheeks. You took in a deep breath when he started pinching and exploring your crux. A heavy moan fell from your lips when he inserted a finger into your puckering hole. He pushed in deeper and your mouth fell open. He attacked your lips with his tongue bulldozing itself into your mouth, battling yours for dominance. He shifted his fingers in you rapidly, bathing his hand in everything your cunt had to offer. Your body convulsed and you curled into his chest. You groaned as your pussy fluttered against his fingers. He moaned into your mouth as a response while helping you through your orgasm. He planted light kisses from your jawline down your neck.
“You smell so so good. You sound good…Feel so good… Damn. It’s like I was born for this moment.” His breath fluttered next to your ear and you were just coming down from your high.
Hawks sat back on his knees and positioned himself at your entrance. He pushed his member up and down your slit, gathering your release and his lubricant. He opened your legs further apart to accommodate his size. He slowly pushed in and your body seized. White-hot pain scattered throughout your body. Your legs shot out and you shimmied your hips to escape it.
It hurts too much. Too damn much! He was trying to force his knot into a hole that wasn’t originally designed to take it. Hawks grip tightened and his eyes were screwed shut. He clutched one hand on your thigh while the other held your hips down. He groaned at how you squeezed him. His wings flapped and shivered behind him in excitement. You grasped his shoulders and pulled him down into your chest. You bit into his shoulder.
“Mate…” Hawks grunted in a strained voice. He wrapped his arms around your body, perpetual purring thrummed from his chest against yours. He eased the rest into your aching hole, your cries growing higher with each push. He held still. Moments passed and the pain subsided. Your legs wrapped around his hips and you urged him to move as you felt the pleasure rapidly building. He listened, eyes still glued closed and sweat beading his eyebrows. He drew back and then shunted forward. His brutal thrust took the wind out of your lungs and your head fell back.
His body quivered and at first he seemed too afraid to move. He was feeling too many things at once and too fast. He is a virgin after all.
First, he started with shallow thrusts and then his confidence grew and he maintained a steady rhythm. Hawks groaned and whined into your neck, body still shaking and his arms tightened around your body like a life source. His wings curtained forward possessively and allowed you to look only at him, to pay attention to him. He wanted you to look at how good you make him feel. You mewled and sighed leaving kisses of encouragement on his temple and the side of his neck.
His hips trembled and froze. He knew he was close. After he issued a few uneven pumps and then impaled himself into you deep and hard. His scorching hot seed flooded into you and he released a long euphoric groan. You held him tight in reassurance accepting his release gladly. Still connected to you, he sat back on his knees once more. Watching his come seep out of you seemed to have flipped a switch in his head.
His eyes went wild and the pupils of his golden eyes thinned. He pulled out of you and flipped you to your stomach. He pressed the small of your back and raised your ass upwards. He wasn’t remotely tired, in fact, he looked newly energized like something else had taken control of him entirely.
This time when he re-entered you, the patience vanished. He skipped the hesitation and thrusted into you to his knot. You gasped a short and pained shriek from the stretch of his cock. He held your hips with punishing strength and started primally fucking you. The rough pull and push had you scrambling for something to hold on to. You opted to reach back to hold his forearm. He responded by locking your arm behind your back and slamming into you harder. His rough thrust kept your body at a fierce rhythm while annihilating you from the inside deliciously.
He grew bold. Reaching in between your legs, he gathered his dripping release and used it to toy with your clit. The overstimulation drove you to squeeze his arm and pulse around his cock. Hawks’ head fell back releasing a series of pants and haphazard chuckles. When he came again, he watched himself throb inside of you and then hauled you up against his chest.
He continued pounding into you, allowing his release to crowd your pussy and stream down your legs. He nibbled at your earlobe. Breathlessly, he spoke into your ear.
“We have to…work hard.” He hummed. His pace slowed while you felt him swelling up in you once more. He locked both your arms behind you and ground into you.
“As many times as we need to until you’re swollen with my young.” Hawks showed no signs of slowing, no signs of fatigue. The griffin kept growing bigger and seemed like he had more to give.
When you took a break, you knew it wasn’t over. As soon as you entered his domain, you already lost because that’s how the predator deals with his prey.
Your arranged marriage is on its last legs. After making an agreement with your step son, Megumi, you are puzzled when you are faced with finally making a decision.
Your whole life so far has been planned for you, leading you to struggle with the idea of moving on and finding something stable…someone stable.
Will you finally be able to let go of the life that was made for you? Will there be others out there willing to pick up the pieces?
The next day Gojo wanted you to come by the dojo to sign some waivers. You changed from out of your work clothes and into a cobalt blue off the shoulder sundress that reached an inch before your knees. You wore a small gold necklace with your first initial. Megumi noticed that you have been acting strange lately and instead of studying in his room, he leaned against the wall blocking the front door with his arms folded.
“3rd night out in a row? Isn’t your drama series going to be lonely if you keep missing out on new episodes?” Megumi tilted his head. You knew that sooner or later he was going to wonder where you kept running off to.
“Did you finish your homework?” You tried to change the subject.
“Yes. Your turn.” He answered dryly.
“Listen. Sometimes big people like to do big people things-.”
“Mom. I’ve already learned everything in sex ed.” Megumi huffed.
“I WASN’T TALKING ABOUT THAT!” You interrupted but Megumi was still unphased. “I’m going out to sign some waivers for your practices. Your sensei said that he needs my permission before you start training separately.” You explained.
Megumi heaved himself off the wall and brushed past you to head to his room. You proceeded to place your hand on the handle to open the front door.
“I’m not a kid anymore. You don’t need to hide everything from me.” You heard Megumi say as he entered his room and closed the door. His words invaded your brain as a small ounce of guilt followed you as you drove to the dojo.
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When you arrived, Gojo was finishing up teaching the beginner level students. You snuck a peek at the class and noticed the small children surrounding him while he led the class with energy and passion. Before he had a chance to lock eyes with you, you darted out of the entryway. You waited near the entrance and leaned your back against the shoji screen wall and waited for the students to clear out. You idled around on your phone while scrolling through video edits.
“Welcome, Miss stalker~.” You heard a voice echo from beside you. Your body jolted and you stumbled back as Gojo peeked his head around the sliding door.
“Of course you knew I was here….” You rolled your eyes.
“I noticed a pair of puppy dog eyes watching me when I spoke to the kids. Dreaming of the future already?” Gojo teased and you brushed past him to walk towards his office.
“You want me to sign some waivers, right? Let’s just get this over with.” You heard the sound of footsteps follow close behind you. Gojo’s office in the dojo matched the surroundings. A tatami mat flooring with a floor desk with zabuton cushions on the side behind the desk and in front.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to shower to rinse the sweat off. Unless~”
“I’ll wait right here, thank you!” You beamed as you sat in criss cross applesauce on the zabuton. You waited for almost 30 minutes while you took time to examine the office. It looks like there is another sliding door that probably connects to the offices of other instructors.
Papers fell flat on the floor desk. You looked up next to you to see Gojo in nothing but a robe drying his hair off from the shower. The smell of shampoo and body wash occupied your senses as he lowered himself to sit next to you. His robe was open, allowing a shameless view of his polished chest. Droplets of water still lingered on his collarbone.
With one leg propped up, he leaned an elbow on it and softly rested his chin on his knuckles. He tossed the towel drying his hair to the side. You turned your head to look over the agreements and suggestions of the waiver until Gojo snapped you out of thought.
“When Megumi first started with us, it seemed like he didn’t really get along with anyone. It took a lot to get him to come out of his shell.” Your shoulders slumped inwards at his words.
“After practices started, I wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to get far. He was unreadable and I wasn’t sure if he’d be responsive to growth. Sometimes not being able to read your opponent is a strength but there is a difference between having emotional control and no emotions at all.” Gojo continued sitting back on his arm. You remained quiet while listening to his evaluation.
“But as I got to work with him, I found out how wrong I was.” Your head snapped to see Gojo gaze at you with a tender smile.
“His passion doesn’t show on his face but in his movements. He’s a good listener and takes criticism seriously. He works harder than anyone I’ve ever worked with. I guess he gets that from you.” Gojo’s eyes tunneled yours as he awaited your response. But instead you turned your head and a small chuckle fell from your lips.
“He’s just a really good kid.” You responded in a matter-of-fact tone. “He has his own dreams and aspirations just like anyone else.”
You paused and then cocked your head to the side and raised an eyebrow mischievously. You traced your hand down the collar of his robe and pulled him inches from your face. Red hue glossed Gojo’s cheeks as he looked at you from under his blanched lashes.
“So I’m choosing to trust you with his dreams. Understand?” You warned. Your eyes fell to his lips and he bit his bottom lip in response.
“Yes ma’am.” He groaned and then you overtook his lips.
The kiss was filled with more passion than at the restaurant. Gojo used his right hand to hold your head steady and his left hand to trail up your exposed thigh. His hand breached under your dress and fondled with the lace of your underwear. He slowly pushed you down flat on your back and stroked your clothed lips slowly.
Gojo broke the kiss and used his right hand to part your mouth with his thumb. Your tongue swirled around it and he watched amused and used his index and middle fingers to knead faster. Your chest rose and fell rapidly and your eyes scrunched as he teased your clothed sensitive spot.
“Mmm. Fucckk. I’ve been waiting to see what drives you wild.” He hummed and pushed your knees up and settled himself in between your legs. He used both hands to hold both sides of your underwear but paused to look up for your ‘ok’. You nodded once and Gojo slipped your underwear down your thighs and tossed them somewhere across the room.
He flipped your dress up and grappled you with firm hands on your hips to drag you closer. He leaned over you, resting his left arm next to your head and parted your dampened lips with his middle and index fingers on his right hand. He rested his forehead against yours while he teased everywhere around your pussy except in it. Your eyebrows furrowed as you squirmed your hips to guide his hand.
“Should I give you what you want?” Gojo purred while using his thumb to press your clit like a joystick.
“Ahh…nnghh…” Your head fell to the side and desperate groans spilled from your lips.
Without warning, Gojo breached your hole with his two fingers and your body jolted up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You mewled into his shoulder as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you slowly. Your walls tightened and spasmed against his pinching digits. You buried your head into his neck and your moans grew louder and longer.
Gojo turned and kissed the side of your head.
“When was the last time you touched yourself here, baby?” He whispered and the words made you feel drunk. “Do you think about me when you do? Hm?”
He picked up speed and you felt his cock, hardened and desperate gapping through his robe which fell slack against his body. Your hips moved faster against his hand as you felt your climax nearing.
“Yes…yes…I do…” You gave rushed answers as you continued to ride Gojo’s hand.
“I love how honest you are when you’re fucking my hand.” Gojo praised and combined thrusting his fingers while toying with your clit.
Gojo released his hand from your warm walls and you gasped as you had your climax ripped from you. He unlatched your arms from around his shoulders and pushed you flat again.
He spreads your thighs and hovers his mouth over your aching and throbbing cunt. He connected his lips with yours down below and speared his tongue into your hole. You yelped in pleasure and entangled your hands into his pale locks.
“Fuck! Oh god-!” You moaned as he licked up your juices with his tongue and sucked on your clit with his lips. Your voice echoed in his brain as he used one hand to hold down your hips and the other to start wrenching against his cock. He moaned in response to yours and gripped your hip tight.
“Sa-Satoru!!” You cried, latching your legs around his head tight and drove your core against his face. His tongue moved in quick succession to instigate your end. Your climax came hot and fast with your mouth hanging open in a silent scream and gasping for air. After hearing the cry of his name, Gojo released a long groan and started rubbing his cock faster.
After coming down from your high, you unlatched your legs and forced Gojo up. His face was flushed red, lips pink and glistening. His breaths were labored as he was still jerking off. You looked down at his body. He held his cock firm, it was extremely long and pulsing pink. You sat up and pushed him on his back and pulled his robe loose.
Gojo looked up at you from below with pleading eyes and you took hold of his dick that stood at full attention with both hands.
“Ah-!” Gojo was clearly sensitive as his head snapped to the side and he tried to contain his moans as you gripped his cock. His eyes were closed and his face was red to his ears, contrasting against his damp white hair.
Motivated by his cries, you started using both hands to twist your wrists. Gojo’s abs were taut and a vein trailed up the side of his cock. You brought your tongue to the top and tasted his precum. Gojo hissed.
You used your hands to work his cock while tasting him with your tongue. You then took the head into your mouth. Gojo sighed loudly and gripped his hand on the back of your head. He guided your head up and down and you used your hand when your mouth couldn’t reach the rest.
“Ahh…baby….” He hummed. You attempt to take a peek from under your teary eyelashes and his head is thrown back and Adam’s apple bobbing fiercely. You felt him force your head a bit deeper and you almost choked as it rammed against the back of your throat.
“Baby, open your mouth a little more. Hold still.” He ordered, feverish and ready to cum. You obeyed and Gojo clawed the back of your head with both hands. He flattened his feet on the ground and thrusted into your mouth. You coughed at the force.
He continued quickly. Expletives falling from his mouth everytime he fucked into yours. Gojo mercilessly rammed his cock in the back of your throat as your saliva soaked down his dick and to the floor.
“Mmm…hahhh…” Gojo groaned as you felt his member swell and pulse in your mouth. His hips shot up and he emptied his seed down your throat.
“Ohh…fucckkk!” He moaned long and throaty. You coughed and gagged at the stuffing of his dick and cum clogging your throat. Gojo pulled your head up to detach and you were still coughing with your mouth still full of his spend.
His cock still twitched. He covered his eyes with his arm but you could clearly see he was satisfied but embarrassed. His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. He peeked a curious eye under his arm and you licked your lips of his cum seductively. His eyes went wide and he chuckled in defeat.
“God…you win.” He admitted and a sense of pride boiled in your belly. You fumbled for a pen and signed the waiver forms.
“I look forward to working with you, sensei.” You sang innocently while Gojo stared at you defiantly.
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Story Description:
Your arranged marriage is on its last legs. After making an agreement with your step son, Megumi, you are puzzled when you are faced with finally making a decision.
Your whole life so far has been planned for you, leading you to struggle with the idea of moving on and finding something stable…someone stable.
Will you finally be able to let go of the life that was made for you? Will there be others out there willing to pick up the pieces?
You turned around and posed in the mirror to get a better look at how the latex stretch black pants hugged your backside and your matching black strapless lace up corset gave you a nice shape. Even though you were only 26, you noticed the difference in how you dressed compared to the other parents that came to pick up their kids from the dojo.
“Finding the sweet spot between acting like a mom and acting my age is….a task.” You groaned at your reflection, debating whether to find a nice jacket to use as a cover up.
‘Mmm… I am meeting my son’s teacher after all…’ You started to regret your choice of clothing. To be fair, you weren’t sure what Gojo’s intentions were when he invited you out. But dammit when was the last time you actually went out to have fun?! You felt the fruits of your youth slowly spoil as your whole life became just working, stressing and taking care of a 16 year old.
You decided that you deserved to be daring today and donned a pair of lace up black sandal heels and a contrasting blood red mini purse to throw over your shoulder.
Before stepping out of your new 3 bedroom condo, you passed by Megumi’s room and took a small peek through his bedroom doorway. You watched as he diligently did his homework while bopping to the music in his headset. You thought to yourself that this is the type of comfort he deserves. Lost in his own world while he chases his dreams. You just hope you’re doing enough to get him there.
You tapped your phone on to remind yourself of the time as you stepped out of your front door. You rode the elevator down to the lobby and exited the condominium. It was dark and a shadowy figure lingered outside. You wondered if Gojo had arrived and you picked up your pace to exit the lobby.
“Oh great. You saved me so much time knocking on every door.” Your breath hitched and you clutched your purse as the man emerged from the shadows and into the dim lamp post. You eyed the double doors back into the lobby and debated whether you should make a run for it. Instead, you swallowed thickly and erased any emotion on your face.
“Are you y/n Fushiguro?” The man asked. His hair shielded by a black beanie that looks like it transitions to a shiesty and all black clothes. It only took one glance for you to notice that he might be carrying a weapon in his back pocket as you noticed he kept patting for it.
“I don’t go by that name anymore. That means that nothing associated with that name has any business with me.” You explained begging internally the man will just bow out and let you go. A million thoughts bulldozed through your mind, starting with how he found out where you lived in the first place.
“Tsss…look. I know this must be realllly awkward but your ex husband owes us some money and sold your name as collateral. That slippery bastard looks like he’s on the run but you were much easier to find.” You started to see stars. You held onto the wall to prevent yourself from fainting. It became clear to you that whether you were associated with Toji or not didn’t matter because he just sold you out to some loan sharks.
‘In the end, I still can’t escape his bullshit.’
“How much does he owe you?” You bit out clutching your fist. After everything started falling into place, something comes to fuck it all up.
“Probably around 10 of those condos your pretty little ass just skipped out of.” He laughed lazily. Fury built up in your belly.
“Can you cover it?” He eyes you mockingly and his gaze trailed disgustingly lower.
“Fuck no!” You hissed and attempted to cover yourself. You looked around for anything that could fight him off and any neighbors that could be stumbling by. But before you could call out to someone he approached you and palmed his back packet.
The man yelped as a sleek blue biker helmet collided with the back of his head. He collapsed on the ground, limp and lifeless. You looked up at his attacker.
Exhaling as if he was holding in his breath, Gojo eyed the loan shark’s motionless body. Worry, anxiety and fear exited your body all at once as you felt your legs lose strength.
Gojo was quick and caught you against his firm hand while you stumbled into his chest. You allowed his gentle hand to calm your nerves as he stroked your head similarly to how he stroked your back yesterday. You attempted to bury yourself in Gojo’s white shirt and black bomber jacket and trying not to get your makeup on it. But he pushed your head in anyway, not caring whether your makeup will leave a stain.
“Do you want to live with me?” You heard Gojo whisper almost thoughtlessly. Your head fell backwards and your confused expression met his embarrassed one. Almost like he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
He gently pushed you back and shoved his helmet into your chest. You took the helmet but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from his face.
He was red. Beating red. And looked to the side trying to avoid eye contact with you. His eyebrows furrowed almost like he was scolding himself for saying that outloud. You looked down at the helmet in your hands and chuckled inwardly at his cute reaction.
“Put that on.” He took the helmet back and fastened it on your head.
“A smile a day keeps the therapist away.” He laughed to himself while buckling the safety strap under your chin. He took your hand and mounted his sleek blue Ducati motorcycle and guided you to board behind him. He fastened the extra helmet that hung on the handlebars of his bike on his head and turned the bike on. He paused before doing anything more.
“I won’t ask about the problems you’re going through. But seeing him corner you like that made me want to do more than just knock his lights out.” He twisted his wrist and revved up his motorcycle with a loud growl.
“I can’t promise that I’ll stop there next time.” He continued. With Gojo, you felt a cloud of safety and protection. You wrapped your arms around his torso and squeezed.
“…I’ve never had anyone other than Megumi protect me like that…Thank you.” You weren’t sure if you were loud enough over the rumbling of his bike but he seemed to have heard you and took a deep breath. You felt his back expand and then recede against you as he hauled up his foot on his back. You two disappeared into the darkness.
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“Shitttt I hope it’s not closed.” Gojo droned as you arrived at a dimly lit skyscraper. He put the stopper on his bike and took your hand to help you dismount. He hung the helmets on the handlebars of the bike.
While entering the luxurious skyscraper, you advanced towards the entrance while taking in the posh surroundings. The host at the door recognized Gojo immediately and sprinted to take his jacket from him.
“Welcome back, sir!” The host greeted Gojo formally and you turned towards him marred by confusion.
“Who the hell even are you?!” You spoke with your eyes. He erupted in an amused bellow and he took your waist and pulled you flushed against his side.
“I didn’t come alone tonight. Show us a good spot.” Gojo ordered casually. You tried to fix your face to copy his nonchalant one but quickly failed when you entered the restaurant- no…specialty cafe as it seems that the restaurant only served expensive desserts.
“Are you sure you should be eating here? You know, since you also have to practice martial arts.” You joked low enough for only Gojo to hear. He clicked his tongue.
“A sweet treat every now and then doesn’t hurt.” Gojo paused and looked down at you. Lustful sky blue eyes bore into yours. “Everyone gives into their urges eventually.” He stated with a deeper meaning attached.
You felt your cheeks warm but then the host spoke you out of your trance.
“We always leave the balcony open to the Gojo clan.” The host beamed. You felt Gojo himself tense but when you looked up at him, his face remained expressionless.
“Enjoy.” The host bowed and broke away to signal a waiter.
You broke away from Gojo to bathe in the sea of lights in the city as you relaxed against the railing to the balcony. You thought back to the dinner parties your dad had you attend while wooing investors. You internally shivered.
“If I knew you were a trust fund baby, I would’ve seduced you months ago, Gojo-sensei.” You jested while resting on your elbows. Large pale palms rested on either side of you as Gojo hovered from behind you. You stretched your head back and he peered down at you.
“Call me Satoru.” He said softly. You shook your head and broke eye contact, directing your gaze forward again.
“Unlike you, I know boundaries.” You sighed. Without wasting a beat, he gripped your bicep and spun you around to face him. He pinched your chin and forced your gaze to connect with his again.
“It didn’t seem like that when you were holding me nice and tight earlier.” He hovered his face just centimeters above your lips. You gripped his shirt as his body heat flooded your palms.
“Close your eyes.” He whispered. Your eyes fluttered closed.
“Have you had time to look at our menu?” You and Gojo broke apart in response to the waitress arriving. It didn’t seem like she was aware that she was breaking a moment but the racing of your heart thanked her.
You approached the table and Gojo pulled out your chair for you to sit. As you looked at the menu, each dessert looked like it would make your wallet cry.
“P-Please give me a minute.” You laughed nervously as you scrunch your eyebrows to focus. The only thing you can afford here is the water and maybe an espresso shot.
“There are just soooo many nice things here. I literally can’t decide. ” You spoke through your teeth, clearly feeling pressure over the menu.
Gojo snapped his menu closed.
“We’ll just go with one of everything.” Gojo answered while you were mentally lashing out at him.
You closed the menu and gave the waitress a strained but polite smile while she took the menus.
“I say I’m taking you out and you are still eyeballing the price.” Gojo scoffs while taking a sip of the water left on the table.
“I never trust a man who says he’ll foot the bill. I’d rather at least order something I can afford.” Toji absolutely killed that idea for you and you haven’t trusted a man for funds since. You crossed your arms and sat back comfortably on your chair. The wispy light from the candle reflected on Gojo’s cheek and made his glassy eyes contrast the dark sky behind him.
“Fair enough.” He tilted his head voicing his response and took another sip of water. You traced your finger on the mouth of the tall glass of water standing next to you. You couldn’t help but focus on his lips as they touched his glass. The way his tongue wets his lips sends your mind into a spiral. He notices you gawking and a small chuckle escapes his lips. You rolled your eyes to the side innocently and struck up conversation.
“So other than training students at the dojo, what else do you do?” You huffed, swiftly pulling your own water glass to your lips. The relaxed grin on his face fell. You felt the atmosphere shift a little.
“You said it yourself didn’t you? I’m a ‘trust fund baby.’ Beloved son of one of the number 1 richest clans in the city.” He responded with heavy sarcasm. You drew your lips together tightly. You gathered that family was a triggering subject. Well, it’s not like you are daughter to father of the year either. But even though Gojo seems to wear his heart on his sleeve, it seems that it’s just armor to hide his true feelings.
“Eh. I don‘t know. Blood relatives suck sometimes.” You snapped back. Your elbows rested on the table and your chin fell comfortably onto your palms. For a second you saw Gojo’s eyes go wide, lost looking at you but he then quickly regained his composure.
“I’d rather form my own family. Like me and Meg. There’s something about loving someone and them loving you back just because of the person you are and not because you’re related.” You continued. Gojo lowered his glass and listened to you intently. You smiled down at the fire that danced on the candle and allowed one of your hands to rest on the table.
“I’ve seen family members treat their own children like pawns and burdens to be neglected…” Gojo flinched at your statement and his hand rested on the table as well. You rested your palm on top of his and gazed at him softly.
“But blood doesn’t make it an obligation to love people like that.” Gojo intertwined his fingers in yours and scanned you curiously. He gently rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand.
“Hmmm? You sound like you had a tough love life.” He mocked and you choked out your water. You rolled your eyes as the tone of the date returned to being playful.
“Don’t mind me. I’m just thinking out loud.” You retook your hand and folded it into your lap. Gojo pouted at the lack of touch.
“Here you are! We pulled up another table to make room for all of the other desserts. Is there any flavor you would like to try first?” The waitress accompanied by 2 assistants rolled in the entire catalog of sweets. Gojo shook his head.
“We’ll figure it out.” He stood up and started making room for various desserts on the table. One particular dessert caught your eye.
“Hey. Pass me the (insert flavor) parfait.” You pointed at the neatly decorated yogurt. Gojo picked it up and inspected it curiously. He stalked to the other side of the table and knelt down to your level. Taking the long spoon out the dish, he lathered some whip cream on top of it.
“Open wide~.” He cooed while floating the spoon towards your lips. Your brows twisted and you leaned your head back in rejection.
“You’re fucking joking.” You answered dryly. Gojo shrugged and turned the spoon towards himself and prepared to take a bite.
“Hey-!” Your mouth hung open in protest and Gojo used the opportunity to sneak the spoon into your mouth. The parfait was heavenly and the flavors melted the tension in your body. You finished enjoying the taste and you took another glance at a satisfied Gojo, unsure whether to protest some more or to let him continue.
You felt a hand rake the back of your head as Gojo’s lips advanced towards yours. However, he teased you and instead tongued the corner of your lip where whipped cream was left. You froze in your chair.
“Damn good. Should I eat the rest of the desserts like this?” Gojo taunted and then traced his tongue on your bottom lip.
A pleased sigh fell from your lips as your tongue met his, battling for dominance. Your lips touched and it felt like electricity ignited throughout your body. You closed your eyes to soak up his taste and you heard him place the parfait glass and spoon on the table.
With free hands, Gojo gripped both your thighs and glided them up and down your legs, barely ghosting your core with his thumbs. He pressed his lips against you punishingly and parted your legs to situate himself in between them.
You gripped his shirt to prevent yourself from falling backwards. One hand dragged up your body and he teased your hardened nipple under your black corset. Gojo released your lips and then proceeded to leave trails of kisses down your neck.
He moved his hand from your chest to your clothed cunt and pressured his grip against it. You bit your bottom lip.
“Gojo…the waiters could come in.” You panted trying to keep your fevered voice as low as possible. He smirked against your collarbone as his teeth grazed your shoulder.
“I’m not doing anything wrong. Just enjoying dessert.” He quipped while peppering more kisses up your neck and started massaging you gently. You felt yourself becoming soaked in his clutch. Your thighs closed around his wrist. You cupped his chin and turned him up to face you.
“You’re really not funny.” You whispered while he looked up at you with fire pooling his irises. He released you and shoved his hands in his pockets to shuffle his way back into his seat. You shifted your knees back under the table while trying to regain your composure.
Gojo took a small dish of elegantly dressed mochi and took a bite while holding contact with you. He allowed two fingers to linger in his mouth while he licked off the flavor. He slowly sucked the flavor off of the long digits and then reached for another piece.
You tried to avoid eye contact while you took another spoonful of parfait. The rest of the evening was quiet but the haze of desire still remained.
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Your arranged marriage is on its last legs. After making an agreement with your step son, Megumi, you are puzzled when you are faced with finally making a decision.
Your whole life so far has been planned for you, leading you to struggle with the idea of moving on and finding something stable…someone stable.
Will you finally be able to let go of the life that was made for you? Will there be others out there willing to pick up the pieces?
You weren’t surprised when the morning after Toji was nowhere to be found. He even packed up most of his stuff this time. What wasn’t even more surprising was that he didn’t show up for his son's martial arts tournament that was 2 days later.
You knew how important this tournament was for Megumi since it was the last tournament before he would advance up a level in his class. If he won this match he would advance a color.
So when he walked out on stage and scanned the crowd for you. You made sure you were front and center not wanting him to feel alone. His face lit up as he noticed you in the crowd wanting to wave even though you knew he wouldn’t out of fear of embarrassment. Megumi continued scanning the crowd even though you hoped he wouldn’t.
As much as he puts on a strong face you knew one thing that he had that you regretfully had a few days ago too.
Hope.
It all happened at once you watched as a wave of realization hit him. He looked back at you for a moment and you could see a tear slowly falling down his face. You felt sick to your stomach knowing that he was hurting. Megumi seemed to realize where he was and let out a laugh to distract himself. Getting back into his starting stance. He was going to do what he always does and channel his emotions into the fight.
You can just imagine what happened next.
Megumi won the match 3-0.
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Practically running backstage after the match you barely manage to not trip over your own feet. You usually waited after the match in the front with the other parents but you needed to see him. You just felt an intense urge to tell him how proud of him you were.
“Meg,..megumi” calling out softly in the crowd of people backstage you were met with a voice you didn’t recognize.
“Megumi’s over here.” said a man you weren’t familiar with. Megumi was sitting on a chair in the far corner of the room. You didn’t need to see his face to know by his body language he was frustrated and crying.
You couldn’t help yourself but to crouch down and hug him ignoring the people that were near him once you got to him. Surprisingly you were met with a tight hug back as he silently sobbed into your shoulder. Megumi usually doesn’t like public affection but you figured this was his one exception.
“I’m so sorry Meg, but I'm so proud of you” you whispered next to his head, not wanting to draw more attention to him. Continuing to hold him and assuring him everything is okay you finally look up at the man that was standing in front of you as if he was blocking the view so you two could have some privacy.
The back of the man had your eyes almost popping out the back of your head. The man was wearing a tight black compression shirt that made sure to emphasize the muscles on his shoulder and back. You could almost see the outlines of his veins and the back of the shirt left little to the imagination. He had to be a security guard.
“Excuse me” you say softly because you didn't want to alarm Megumi. He didn’t seem to hear what you said which you figured would be the case. It was very loud backstage with the people and the wrap up music playing. Reaching out to touch his arm you hesitated causing you to jerk back.
The sudden movement seemed to have got his attention. He turned around and you wished he hadn't.
“My god.” your eyes instantly locked on to his abs. You were right earlier at this point he might as well just not have worn a shirt. His abs were hugging the shirt and you could have sworn you could see his nipples if you looked hard enough. You could tell this man worked out daily.
His white hair was pushed back and don’t get me started on his beautiful blue eyes. They seemed to sparkle even though the lighting wasn’t shining directly on him. He looked like a delicate painting that would be hung on the wall in an art museum. You were sure you could write a poem about how handsome-
“SORRY” you say in a horrified whisper when you realize you have spent the last minute staring at his body.
“You can stare all you want.” the man said with a smirk before bending down to the level me and Megumi were on. He was even more intimidating up close.
“You guys okay? I saw him crying and led him over here for some privacy. I know these matches can be quite intense.” he sounded different from the joking tone he just displayed a second before. His voice was filled with genuine concern.
“We are okay sorry for worrying you Sensei.” Megumi said, removing his head from my arm while slowly standing up. Sensei? I have never seen him before. I would have remembered meeting him. I stood up to not wanting to be kneeling on the hard floor any longer.
It was a brief awkward silence as we all stood up not sure which one of us was going to talk first. I could barely look at the man in front of me, still embarrassed from my actions earlier.
“Mom this is Sensei Satoru Gojo, he’s a Sensei for the upper class students. He offered me a spot in his class.” Megumi said, breaking the silence. I turned to Megumi in disbelief, usually he asks permission before accepting after school classes.
"We will talk about it at home Megumi." you said trying to put a positive smile on your face. You were met with a smile back and knew you would give in.
✿❀○❀✿ - (big jump skip, present time)
It’s been two years since you’ve been rebuilding your life after divorcing Toji. To be honest, life became…somewhat peaceful. But it would be a lie if you said that overcoming everything was easy. The marriage was arranged to benefit your father so you thought divorcing had a heavy price to pay.
Time passed and marriage to Toji was no longer needed for the firm’s success, making it just another fruitless expense. You still can’t believe that your dad uprooted your life based on a whim just for you to go through hell and in the end, everything fell apart. But, you couldn’t complain much. After all, Megumi was all yours and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
You figured that finally getting into a steady beat while taking care of Megumi was going to be a breeze. (Since that was something you were doing anyway.) And you know that he is not the type to complain much about anything. However, a guilty reminder racked your brain.
Megumi needed someone to look up to. Up until now, you have always been the safety net to Toji’s broken promises and a part of you feels ashamed for separating him from his father. You concluded that enrolling him into Gojo-sensei’s martial arts classes was a good sign since it was the first time he truly asked for something from you. So, you gave Megumi all the support he needed to succeed and that’s why you’re parked outside of the dojo 20 minutes early before his class ends, right?
You eyed the rearview mirror while making final touches on your lashes with your mascara until you heard a blaring car horn. Shocked out of your focus, the mascara skidded leaving a dazzling black streak under your eye. Your head snapped outside the driver’s seat window of your blue Chevrolet Equinox.
“What the hell? They’re early!” The panic fell from your lips as you worked double time trying to tidy up the mess under your eye and fumbled through your purse to prepare to go inside. The other students filed out of the dojo and into their parents' cars while you had to prepare for a ‘fun parent-teacher conference’ as Gojo had stated.
You exited your car, with your shoulder bag in tow and entered the dojo with a million thoughts running through your head.
‘Why a conference? Is Meg finally going through his rebellious phase?’
A thoughtless sigh escaped your lips as you discarded your heels to step up to the tatami mat of the cleared out dojo where only two people remained.
As soon as you passed through the double doors, brilliant clear quartz blue eyes pinned you in place. Phantom white hair slicked back from the sweat of a rigorous practice. The wet of his forehead trickled down into the scandalously opened chest of his white Gi that no doubt explored down the rest of his well-toned body.
“Mama Megumi has such shameless eyes.” Serpent like words hummed from a deep bassy voice. You blinked twice as your gaze focused on the playful grin that tugged the lips of the tall mischievous man. He allowed the collar of his Gi to fall slightly, parading more of his wickedly muscled peck. Your lips tightened at his obvious teasing.
You ignored his taunt and shifted your gaze to Megumi, who wore a similar Gi but a color belt of a few ranks below.
“Meg, is everything ok?” You asked, fully focusing on your son whose typical spiky black hair laid flat from his work out.
Megumi’s eyes shifted back and forth between you to Gojo, lightly acknowledging the banter.
It was always a game between you two. He’d flirt, you’d ignore. You tease and he bites back. It was a battle of wits everytime you two met which is precisely why you wouldn’t play his game today. Megumi’s wellbeing always came before whatever shallow flirting you had going on.
“Yeah mom. I-.” Megumi began.
“Megumi is doing just fine.” Gojo interrupted as he swung a lazy arm over Megumi’s shoulders. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
“I don’t get it then. Why did we need a conference?” Your arms slumped as you felt the rush of worry escape your body. All that was left was confusion. Gojo had whispered something to him and after a formal bow, Megumi departed to go gather his belongings.
Gojo leisurely planted his hands on his hips and gilded himself towards you, leaving only a forearm’s length in between. His towering figure overshadowed your frame as the heat of his gaze spoke a thousand words.
“I think we are past the stage of stick-up-your-ass formalities.” Gojo purred. Playfulness showered his lips while his eyes left a danger to be desired.
“I don’t have time for games when it involves my son, sensei.” You answered firmly. He raised a hand and used his thumb to brush under your eye. You assumed he was cleaning up the aftermath of your mascara but heat remained as his thumb caressed your cheek.
You gently slapped his hand away and it fell to his side. You shot him a glare warning him to stop wasting your time. He smirked, humored at your fiery response.
“I just wanted to do a follow up for the letter I sent you through the mail.” He confessed. Your head fell to the side and your eyes trekked downwards in deep thought. You don’t remember receiving any mail recently from him but then again…
“Ah-. I changed my address.” You raised your head too quickly not knowing Gojo hovered low enough where his nose barely brushed yours. You took in a gasp.
Gojo studied your face and his peering blue eyes paused at your lips. You subconsciously wetted them with your tongue and you watched his breath hitch. His eyes then fell to your chest that teasingly left the first two buttons open of your blazer.
“This is our new address! We fully moved in about a year ago.” You broke the tension. Your body turned to fumble through your purse looking for a small piece of paper and a pen. You settled for an old restaurant business card and began to write your address on the back.
With his index and middle finger, Gojo swiftly swiped the card from your hands. He exchanged looks with the card and your face and then looked back at the card and flipped it over. He snorted a laugh and covered his mouth to contain it.
“What?” You shrugged trying to take a peek at the card to see if you spelled something wrong.
He flipped the card up to your face.
“Coupon for Chuck N Cheese’s?! Are you 6?!” He threw his head back and boomed in laughter. You shoved his shoulder and attempted to swipe the business card back. He was faster than you and raised the card in the air to force you to jump for it.
“Give it back, dickcheese.” You leaped again and attempted to take the card back. Gojo’s wicked smile only grew while he watched your embarrassed reaction.
“Ha! And I’m the childish one?!” You huffed.
You felt a hand curl around your back and he pulled your chest against his. The force sent you both tumbling with Gojo breaking your fall.
Your eyes grew wide as your chest pressed plush against his and his long legs straddling the sides of you. You tried not to focus on something rock solid that bullied its way against your pelvis. You felt his hand on your back slowly rub up and down, teasing the top of your ass.
He took another glance at the card with your address written on it.
“Got it. I’ll swing by tomorrow at 8. Dress nicely.” He ordered and you pushed yourself up to meet him face to face.
“What game are you playing?” You whispered looking for deception in his gaze. His head fell back on the mat and he gazed up at you under hooded eyes. His hand stopped just before the curve of your ass. He parted his lips as he was about to answer.
“Oi, pervert!” A bellow emerged from the changing room and you quickly scrambled to your knees and Gojo sat up after you. Megumi’s face was twisted in disgust directed at Gojo.
Before another word was uttered, Megumi marched over to you and pulled you up by the wrist. He stood in front of you protectively. However, Gojo was completely unphased.
“Oh! That reminds me. I wanted to recommend Megumi to extra practices. I think he could train for a higher belt before the end of the year.” Gojo explained nonchalantly. He perched up his knee and rested his elbow on it while flicking the card back and forth in between his fingers.
You rubbed the temples of your forehead.
‘This could have been a fucking email.’ You groaned internally.
“Of course…I do need a parent’s approval. It means that he’s going to be training more during the week and I wanted to make sure that was ok with you.” Gojo rose up to his feet. You were taken aback at how reasonable his explanation was. Watching Gojo flirt back and forth from playful to serious was kind of sexy in a way.
His gaze turned soft as he eyed Megumi knowingly.
“I want to see him succeed.” Gojo confessed. You noticed the flicker of sincerity in his tone.
Keeping up with Megumi’s practices was hellish already. Although moving gave you the distance you needed and the living space Megumi deserved, traveling was brutal. His shoulders slumped. He knew this too. But if jujutsu martial arts was something he wanted to do, distance be damned!
“I think we can spare a few extra days. Right Meg?” You placed two hands on his shoulders and he turned his back to face you in disbelief. Then, the pinch of hope you briefly saw in his eyes disappeared in an instant.
“But you’ve been pushing yourself. There are no buses near our house and you have to drive me to school everyday and then from school to practice. I don’t want to be a burden again…” The last part of his sentence trailed off almost like a silent apology. He almost struggled to look you in the eye. Being a burden was the last thing you wanted Megumi to think. Especially after it took years to heal the wounds his father left that made him have those thoughts.
“Erm! *cough* I’ll take Meggy home if he’ll need a ride.” Gojo suggested. Both you and Megumi snapped your heads towards him. Megumi pondered the suggestion.
“This just gives me more reasons to camp out at your doorstep.” He continued and once again wore a mischievous grin. You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes.
“Stalker.” You uttered while guiding Megumi to the exit.
“Remember! 8 O’Clock on the Dot! Okay??? Do you hear me?!! Hey!!! Hey helloooo!!!” You heard Gojo holler from behind you as you and Megumi exited the dojo. You displayed a pretty little middle finger to Gojo without sparing him a glance.
“Mom, don't associate with him. He’s ill.”
“Yeah…I know.”
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Your arranged marriage is on its last legs. After making an agreement with your step son, Megumi, you are puzzled when you are faced with finally making a decision.
Your whole life so far has been planned for you, leading you to struggle with the idea of moving on and finding something stable…someone stable.
Will you finally be able to let go of the life that was made for you? Will there be others out there willing to pick up the pieces?
“Mom” Megumi said, knocking me out of my own thoughts.
“Are you okay?”
That question was a hard one to answer. Leave it to Megumi to read me like the back of a book. We are currently on the way home after you picked him up from Jujutsu High. His last class ended at 4 and unfortunately you didn’t make it to pick him up until 4:30. You got stuck in traffic after having a long argument with his father. If you were counting you would say that it’s the 10th argument you have had with him this week and it’s only Wednesday
Releasing a quiet sigh you put on the same mask you always wear for Megumi.
“Yea I’m okay, how was class today?” you quickly reply, giving him your biggest smile while nudging his arm from the driver's seat. Since he recently turned 14 years old you have allowed him to sit in the passenger seat from time to time. Mostly when you pick him up from school so the other students don’t find some reason to pick on him. Megumi isn’t the most social so you do everything in your power to not be that embarrassing mom that refuses to let their kid grow up. If it was up to you he would be 14 years old forever.
“Good..” he answered hesitantly like he had more to say. You can see him chewing on the string of his hoodie, something you know he does when he's nervous.
“Anything else?” you question hoping he will give you a hint as to what he's thinking about. You never push but right now you are worried it’s something serious.
“I have a tournament on Friday at 6pm.” Megumi muttered quietly.
You let out a sigh in relief that it isn’t bad news. He had you worried there for a second. Megumi has been in martial arts since he was 12 years old. You were hesitant to let him join at first but realized that you did feel better with the thought of him being able to defend himself. He fell in love with the sport and since then you have been his number one supporter attending all his events and taking him to all his practices.
“You remember what we talked about right mom,,..I just need to know if you are serious because I am?” suddenly you begin to feel uneasy. You hadn't forgotten but maybe you just pushed it down so you wouldn’t have to think about it. You and him had an agreement, both of you frustrated with the treatment they were receiving from his father.
It wasn’t an easy decision and you have been putting it off for over 4 years now. That was until it started affecting Megumi's mental health a few years ago. Megumi was diagnosed with acute depression and was placed on small doses of medication to help with his anxiety. While he got the help he needed from a psychologist you still haven’t done your part and you knew what needed to be done.
“If he doesn’t come we have to move on.” Megumi whispered and you could feel him looking at you from the passenger seat.
Flashback
You can remember the day clearly. The day you were set to be wed to Toji Fushiguro. When you got the call from your parents it was October 20th and you were walking into work. That morning you recall the leaves were falling from the trees at an extreme pace as the wind picked up rapidly around you.
Entering the office you were met by numerous stares and hushed whispers. You couldn’t make out many of the words but you remember hearing “married” and “Fushiguro”. You remember thinking to yourself that Fushiguro was the last name of the mafia leaders that your dad just represented in court. Your firm had managed to secure this case and it was an important one to a lot of important people. This was a case that went on for a year and lucky your firm was able to win. You didn’t think your parents would be alive right now if they failed. Even so you had no idea why everyone was looking at you.
Your questions were answered as soon as you walked into your fathers office. You were met with not only your parents but 2 middle aged men in suits along with a small boy that couldn’t be older than 12.
You recognized the men as Toji Fushiguro and his father who you could recall having the last name Zenin. You only recognise them because they were a part of the many mafia leaders on trial that got off. You were aware of Toji having a son, who you assumed was the small boy standing next to him.
Toji was nice to look, 6'2 but his height wasn't what you were focused on at the moment. It was his almost perfect face.
“Excuse me dad, you called me into your office, did you need something?.” you cut to the chase feeling uncomfortable standing in the room. You felt as though you were interrupting an important conversation and didn’t understand why your dad would call you into his office early in the morning.
“Yes, gentlemen this is my lovely daughter I was telling you about” my dads voice boomed in the room as he guided me to sit in an open chair facing Toji. You could already tell by your fathers voice he was coming up with some terrible idea. You were used to him trying to be flashy and show off to his colleagues and clients so you figured this time was no different.
“Does she know about the agreement?” Toji said with a look not fazed by my fathers antics.
“What agreement?” I said slightly, raising my voice looking to my father for an answer. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Toji shaking his head and his father looking unamused.
“Watch your mouth.” my father started his explanation. “You are to be wed to Toji, we have entered an arrangement with the Fushiguro/Zenin mafia. In exchange for winning the case his son would give us the honor of marrying my only daughter. We also will be greatly compensated for entering the family.”
If you had a bottle of water you would drink it just to spit it out.
“Like hell I am” you said laughing while sitting in the chair holding your stomach from laughing so hard. What did he think this was some fucked up mafia romance novel. You knew your father was crazy but not this crazy.
It took you a minute to recover from that mini laugh session. Tears of laughter were falling from your face. You felt a tap when you recovered that caused you to look up. You were met by the small boy in front of you holding out a water bottle.
“My mom used to give me water when I would cry” he said in a quiet tone.
“Thank you… what’s your name?” you said, taking the water from his hands gently. He looked very timed and you felt as though you didn't want to frighten him.
“Megumi” he whispered while moving to stand back beside his dad.
“Daughter, I'm serious. You are 20 years old and never had a boyfriend. You had your choice to marry wealthy. Our family could benefit substantially from this ordeal, plus you will also be greatly compensated.” my dad said with a stern voice. I used to be scared when he would use that tone of voice. You went to interject and curse him out but his next words stopped you in your tracks.
“I’m not giving you a choice here, the papers have already been signed”
What does he mean the papers have already been signed. The last time you remember signing anything was several days ago when he asked you to sign an agreement paper for him….
“You said that paperwork was so I can take lead on the next case” you said feeling deceived and knew you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up of your father seeing your true potential.
“Technically you will still be lead on the next case” your father said chuckling to himself.
At this point you were left speechless. You didn’t know what to do.
You thought of crying, thought of yelling, hell you even thought of throwing something in the room. You looked around at your surroundings but stopped when you landed on Megumi's face.
He looked terrified. Why did he look terrified?
It hit you as soon as the question popped in your brain. He was terrified of you. Megumi was scared of how you would react and for some reason you didn’t want him to be scared of you.
Taking a deep breath you addressed the room at once. Your tone of voice cold and stern.
“When?”
Flashback Over
Since that day you and Megumi have been joint at the hip. You got married to Toji 6 years ago and the marriage has been one of the hardest things you have gone through in your 26 years of life.
You were wed by the end of the week after having that meeting in your fathers office. The wedding was a large wedding with over 300 guests that you didn’t know. At the time you didn’t know just how wealthy the Fushiguro/Zenin mafia was but you found out that day. The venue was decorated beautifully and the itinerary was laid out nicely even though you had no say in any of the schedule or the decorations. You were practically treated as a guest at your own wedding.
The Zenin’s provided you with a money compensation that you have kept saved away and have only spent on Megumi’s education. You enrolled him in the finest institution to make up for the fact that he had to deal with this fucked up situation.
Now that you think back on everything it happened so fast and life has passed you by quickly. You were still married to Toji and living in his two bedroom apartment with Megumi. Toji managed to blow through his money gambling resulting in you guys downsizing in the last few years. You offered to pay for a better living arrangement but he declined your offer. He said he preferred smaller living.
Not that it mattered because he doesn’t return home most of the time and if he does it’s late at night. Even though Toji’s family has money and you were both compensated for the arrangement he continuously blames you and Megumi for him not being able to ‘work’. You know what he means when he says ‘work’ and you suspect that he is already taking up odd jobs which has resulted in more arguments this week.
Focusing back to the present you realize that you have arrived home. The lights are on so you assume Toji is still inside and you just hope he has calmed down from the argument earlier.
You and Megumi get out of the car to head inside. Picking up trash in the front of the entrance as you make your way up to the 4th floor.
You just hope for peace for the rest of the night.
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You don’t know why you stay.
Entering the apartment you aren’t shocked anymore by the scene in front of you. The living room table and the kitchen island you just cleaned the morning before was dirty. You only left out a few hours ago so it only took less than 4 hours for Toji to create the mess. Magazines and beer bottles on the table and carry out food containers left on the kitchen island. In the corner of the living room table was a gun along with a knife and several cigarette packs. At least he had the nerve to use an ashtray for the cigarettes. Sighing loudly you tell Megumi to head to his room noticing that the boy is already moving to head that way. Just like you, he is used to a routine whenever Toji is home.
Your body moved like it was on autopilot. You quickly looked under the cabinet for trash bags to dispose of the empty items that he left along with the magazines. Toji reads them when he's here but you notice he never takes them when he leaves. They always end up staying on the table unless you throw them out.
The gun and the knife were another story. You accidently threw out a small knife one time by accident when you were cleaning and Toji made it his mission to remind you of it constantly that night. He was mad and in the end it resulted in you and Megumi having to get a hotel for the night to get away from the constant yelling.
“What is wrong with me?” you question yourself outloud. You should have left a long time ago and when you found out the contract expired a few weeks ago you promised Megumi that you would take him with you. You hadn’t known that the marriage contract you ‘signed’ was only good for 5 years. So while you were still married to Toji the mafia argument that binds you guys together was no longer valid. You could get a divorce finally but when it comes to the custody of Megumi that's a different story.
Toji knew you were planning to divorce him. He actually pre-signed the papers last week stating that he would be gone before everything was even finalized. You were nervous to even bring up the conversation of taking custody of Megumi. Would he even care?
Focusing back to the living room you stare at the clean space. Everything was clean and clear except for the gun and knife. You didn’t know what to do as you didn’t want to touch the items. You were out of gloves since the last time you had to clean blood off of a towel Toji left on the couch.
Not wanting to leave it there, you realized you had no choice but to wake up Toji.
Walking to the master bedroom you turned on the hall light before peaking into the bedroom. “Toji” you said weakly hoping he wouldn’t hear you.
“I’m not sleep”
“And if I was that weak ass whisper of my name wouldn’t have woke me up.”
You roll your eyes pushing open the door to enter. Your eyes adjust to the dim light and you are met with Toji laying on his back scrolling on his phone. The thick black cover is only pulled over his mid sections and his shirt is thrown on the floor next to the bed along with his slippers he occasionally wears indoors. His abs are on full display and his black hair has grown out, making his bed hair look messier. Even though you and him don’t get along, you have eyes, he looks like a finely made roman statue.
“Can you please get the gun and knife off the table so I can go lay down peacefully?” you said trying your hardest to be nice for the sake of Megumi in the other room.
“Why can’t you just move it?” he replied, smirking while leaning up on his elbows causing the blanket to slip off his lap.
“My eyes are up here ma.” he continued smirking at your obvious display of checking him out. He knows he looks good which doesn’t help.
“Cut the shit, I don’t know what you have used those for. Just move them so Megumi doesn’t see them.” you gave up on being nice. Toji makes it so difficult for you to remain calm.
“Megumi this Megumi that, a little gun isn’t gonna scare him he grew up around it.” stated Toji laying back down on the bed.
“Please Toji.” you sighed out walking further in the room. He looked over from his phone getting a better look of you. You could see his eyes taking in your black and red sundress you rushed to throw on earlier while you were rushing out. He must have thought of something because next thing you know he’s sitting back up.
“Where were you going to lay down?” he asked, looking me over.
“The other room.” you answered. Even though he already knew the answer. Anytime Toji was present you choose to sleep in Megumi's rooms on an air mattress you guys kept for times like this. It was easier so that you could actually get some rest.
“I’ll make you a deal. Come lay with me and I'll move the gun.”
“Fine” you gave in too quickly like you always end up doing. That's how you find yourself laid out on the bed with a half naked Toji above you.
Toji started leaving kisses down your neck moving slowly. He loves to tease. It's been so long since you have hooked up with each other. You were sure Toji finds company in other people but you on the other hand don’t have the time or energy to venture out. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself.
“Get out of your head ma,.. think later” Toji muttered while taking your left breast into his mouth. He moved further down your body leaving several marks, he always leaves marks. By now you are whining and tugging on his head trying to move him further down to where you need him.
“Toji stop teasing.” you beg resulting in him biting hard on your right thigh. Drawing a sharp hiss out of your throat.
“Was that an order babe?” Toji said, looking up from in between my thighs. He’s in that kind of mood today. You could tell it was going to be a long night.
“No.” you say, turning your head into the pillow next to you while he adjusts your legs over his broad shoulders. A stutter left you at the movement.
“Look at me” he said. Turning back and looking down you were met with a sight that always makes you weak. Toji had such an intense look on his face his eyes shined with a look of hunger. His once brown eyes looked to be black. He turned back to the task at hand knowing that your eyes wouldn’t leave him.
He left a couple more kisses and marks on your thighs and legs before burying his face into the middle of your legs. Your legs shook as he swiped his tongue over your clit before moving to fuck you with his tongue. His nose is now grazing your clit as he tongue fucks you.
“F-fuck, please” you practically scream. You would be fucking into his face if it wasn’t for the fact that your legs were over his shoulders.
Toji always ate you out as if he was starving. His mouth and tongue never missed anywhere grazing over all the sensitive parts of your pussy.You felt like you were floating every single time. It was always messy because he loved to take his time. He loved to make a mess of you.
“Please, please–” you were holding his hair at point, being careful not to tug. You know if you did he would stop and you didn’t want that. You were practically crying which you knew was one of Toji’s favorite things.
“Please what doll?” he said looking into your eyes, mouth wet and you can see his tongue licking at his bottom lip getting more of a taste of you.
“Can I cum please Toji?” you asked as you could feel a couple of tears fall onto your check. By now he has been eating you out for over 30 minutes and you have given up on acting like you didn’t need him inside you.
“Hmm,,.not yet only after you have been good to me” Toji said, moving up from the position he was in. He was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Get on your knees doll.” he ordered. You could barely feel your legs as you got off the bed and kneeled between his legs. You hadn’t moved quick enough for Toji because you felt his hand firmly gripping your hair tugging you closer to him.
“Suck me” Toji said, looking down at you. He hadn’t removed his sweatpants yet but you know what he wanted.
You placed your lips on the outline of his dick. Sucking and licking at the cotton as if it wasn’t in the way. He groaned several times lightly pulling at your hair while grinding into your face. While he was patient with you when it came to his pleasure, that was a different story.
Toji stood up pulling his sweatpants down while still keeping a firm grip on your hair.
“Ahh, wait-” you were cut off by him practically shoving himself down your throat. You were extremely wet now and knew you had to be leaking onto the floor. He was choking you on his cock which caused more tears to stream down your face.
His hips moved pushing him deeper in your throat while his hands worked to control your head. You could feel the tip of his dick in the back of your throat.
Toji was well endowed and if it wasn’t for you being with him sexually for the last 6 years you knew there was no way you would be able to take him this deep. He knew this and reminded you from time to time that he has ‘trained your throat’ for him.
The sounds in the room were deep groans from Toji and moans from you that could be heard only when he slipped out of your throat. You could tell by his movement that Toji was close. Groaning his hips jerked and he slipped back, tapping his wet cock against your tongue.
“Fu- Swallow it” he stuttered in between his higher pitched groans. He was moaning at this point. Surely enough he emptied in your mouth without giving you a chance to take a breath until he was done.
As you went to swallow you were yanked to stand on your legs by your throat. He had a firm grasp on your throat that almost caused me to choke. He pulled me in front of him so you only had to glance up some to see his face.
“Now swallow” he said, his hand not leaving your throat wanting to feel you swallow his load. You swallowed looking him straight in the eyes as you did. Your eyes were still teary and your legs were weak as you stood in front of him. That seemed to not be enough for him.
“Open” he said in almost a whisper tone. Grazing his hand against your lips he looked as if he was holding himself back to not lose control. His eyes remained black and his expression didn’t give away what he was going to do.
Toji gently grabbed your face with his other hand while you opened your mouth, remembering to keep eye contact. He leaned down and spit directly in your mouth. Hand still around your throat as you swallowed his spit. His spit tasted like cigarettes and you can smell the beer strong from his mouth.
‘Smack’ his hand lightly smacked your face while he spit in your mouth again. The slap wasn’t hard but it still made a sound that echoed in the room.
“I told you to stop thinking doll, it’s okay i’ll help you relax” Toji said walking you backwards until you fell on the bed with him on top of you.
“Do you want me to make you cum?” he said, teasing his fingers at my entrance.
“Please, y-you promised.” you sobbed at this point needing him inside you. You felt wet and empty and knew that the only way you would get relief is if he was inside you.
“Promised?” he chuckled, slipping two fingers inside of you. He never starts with one knowing you will open right up for him.
“Hmm.” he hums.
“I don’t remember making that promise.” Toji moved on to tease your clit while his two fingers continued pumping into you at a slow rate. You were moaning into your hand while you were almost riding his fingers at this point. If he stops you, you might die.
“I’m tired, maybe we should stop for the night doll.” he said, not looking tired at all. You knew he was testing you to see what kind of reaction he could get out of you. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction but you needed to cum.
You moved from under him pushing him on his back so you were now on top of him. Your legs were still shaking but you moved on and you were on your knees hovered over him.
Reaching behind, you grip his cock lining him up with your entrance. You let out a gasp as his throbbing member entered you. You forgot that Toji doesn’t need much of a recovery after cumming, his second rounds always last longer. You might have taken on more than you can handle.
“I found the papers you had in the bedside drawer” he said, giving you one of his flashy smiles while he leaned back with his hands behind his head.
What papers? The only thing you had in the drawer was…. Oh shit
You freeze up, not moving scared of his reaction.
“Don’t stop now doll” Toji grabbed my waist moving my body up and down slowly on his cock.
“If you do a good job i’ll sign them for you” he casually said watching your boobs move up and down because of his actions.
“You promise?” you choked out feeling tears threatening to escape your eyes. He gave you a look like he was searching for what to say. His black eyes looked like their regular brown color as he sat up so you two were face to face.
“I promise.” Toji whispered into your lips kissing you for the first time tonight. You can’t recall the last time you guys kissed. This kiss was passionate and you were right about his breath smelling like beer but now you were fully tasting it. You weren’t used to this kind of emotion from Toji. You didn’t even compete for dominance just wanting to feel him close to you.
The room was filled with moans and cries as you rode him into oblivion. Motivated by him signing the papers but you were also feeling an urgent need to make this memorable. Something was telling you that this was the last time that you would be able to feel him.
You couldn’t tell who came first but you felt it as Toji filled you up. You thanked yourself for starting birth control recently.
When you caught your breath you moved to clean yourself up leaving Toji in the room. You took a shower in the bathroom using hot water to relax your muscles. After washing you glanced at yourself in the mirror.
“Jesus.” you knew Toji left plenty of marks but you looked like you had been mauled.
Leaving the bathroom after changing into one of your night gowns you were stopped in your tracks. Toji was now lying under the covers curled up on the right side of the bed. The lamp was on by the desk and while you walked over to turn it off you noticed papers and a pen sitting on the table.
Picking it up you realized he had actually signed it. Toji signed the custody papers giving you full custody of Megumi.
You couldn’t help but let out a soft sob. At this point you didn’t know if you were crying tears of joy or sadness. While you were losing a marriage you were gaining something more important. You couldn’t help but to have feelings for Toji after all these years and the thought of leaving scared you as he was the only thing you have known for the last few years. Starting over was scary but you knew you needed to.
Turning to leave the room you were stopped by a hand on your arm.
“Don’t go. Lay with me, one last time.” looking down you were met by the face of the man you married 6 years ago.
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Reader
-Age:26
-Sexuality: Straight
-Job: Part Time Clerk (fathers law firm)
-Children: Custody of Megumi
-Schedule: Wednesday through Friday 9am- 1pm
-Housing: 3 Bedroom Condo w/ offices spaces and balcony (25 minutes from Jujutsu High)
-Method of Travel: Car (Blue Chevrolet Equinox)
Toji Fushiguro
-Age: 34
-Sexuality: Straight
-Job: Unemployed? Mafia Status
-Children: Megumi
-Housing: None?
-Method of Travel: None?
Megumi
-Age: 16
-Attends Jujutsu High
-Studies Martial Arts (Jujutsu)
-Practice Schedule: Tuesday 5:30pm-7pm & Saturday 10am-2pm
-Housing: Lives with Reader (25 minutes from Jujutsu High)
-Method of Travel: Moms Car (Blue Chevrolet Equinox)
Satoru Gojo
-Age:28 - Bisexual
-Job: Martial Arts(Jujutsu) Instructor & Trust Fund Baby
-Previous Black Belt and Martial Arts(Jujutsu) Champion at Jujutsu High
-Practice Schedule: Tuesday 5:30pm-7pm & Saturday 10am-2pm
-Housing: Several Houses, Primary Stays at 4 Bedroom Penthouse (5 minutes from Jujutsu High)
-Method of Travel: Motorcycle (Blue Ducati)
❀Posting a new story for the month of November including art work each chapter & character descriptions❀ (18+)
Pairings: Toji, Gojo, Geto, Nanami, & Choso.
Story Description:
Your arranged marriage is on its last legs. After making an agreement with your step son, Megumi, you are puzzled when you are faced with finally making a decision.
Your whole life so far has been planned for you, leading you to struggle with the idea of moving on and finding something stable…someone stable.
Will you finally be able to let go of the life that was made for you? Will there be others out there willing to pick up the pieces?
Story Description: It had been more than 3 months since Reader and Ino began dating, and Ino was everything they had hoped for in a partner. However, there was one concern lingering in the back of their mind regarding their sexual compatibility. Finally, they mustered up the courage to bring it up to Ino, and were relieved when met with a positive solution.
Tags: Introverted Ino, Hand Jobs, Cockring, Overstimulation, Vaginal Sex
Ino was a bit introverted.
You met him at a bar where he worked as a bartender. After a few drinks and a make-out session during his break, you invited him to come home with you. At first, he was hesitant and nervous, but then he happily agreed once he realized you were serious. It became clear that Ino was shy.
However, in bed, he seemed to open up more. He focused on pleasing his partner and you would describe him as a service top. He was very skilled at making you climax multiple times in one night, taking control and talking you through it.
Your hook-ups quickly turned into a regular thing as it served as a great stress reliever for both of you. You enjoyed spending time with Ino and he always made you feel good. So when he asked you to be his girlfriend after a quiet night of watching movies and having dinner at his place, you said yes.
It's been about 3 months since you started dating Ino when you noticed an issue in your sex life. You've only gone all the way with him a few times and it's always been at your initiation. This didn't bother you; what concerned you was that Ino didn't last very long during sex.
His penis was larger than average and you appreciated that he was uncircumcised. Initially, you thought he might just be inexperienced since he didn't have sex often, but as your relationship progressed, you noticed no improvement in his stamina.
You were still satisfied because foreplay always led to multiple orgasms for you, but deep down, you wanted Ino to last longer. You wanted to feel him inside of you for a longer period and experience the lingering effects of his manhood the next day.
But bringing this up to him without hurting his ego or making him feel inadequate was the challenge.
"Ugh," you let out a sigh in frustration. You knew you needed to research possible solutions before talking to him about it. So during the time he was at work, you searched for ways to address your dilemma.
It took you three days before you finally found a solution that seemed promising. You ordered it and hoped it would arrive before Ino got home.
"Baby, I'm home," you heard Ino call from downstairs, making your eyes widen. You thought you had his schedule right and he wasn't supposed to be home until 8pm tonight. You both agreed to spend weekends at his place since he owned a house. He loved waking up next to you and you enjoyed watching him snuggle into you as he slept, so it worked out.
Not wanting to keep him waiting, you quickly made your way down the stairs.
At the door, Ino was holding up a package that you recognized, causing you to consider going back upstairs. It hadn't been marked as delivered yet, but you had been constantly refreshing the post office website for the past few hours just in case.
“I had to sign for this when I came in. Oooh what did you get?” He handed you the package and leaned down to give you a kiss on the lips before moving towards the kitchen counter to put down his things.
You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. This prompted him to set down his belongings and come stand next to you.
“You don't have to tell me. Are you okay, baby?” He asked with concern, standing in front of you and lifting your chin up to place gentle kisses on your face. You loved when he showed this kind of affection; he always did when he was worried about something.
“Yes, I'm okay. It's just something I saw online,” you whispered into his arms as he wrapped them around you in a hug. Your head rested against his chest and you were enveloped in his warmth, completely forgetting about the package on the nearby table.
“Okay, just don't want to see my nervous baby,” he said, still holding onto you as you pulled away slightly to stand on your tiptoes and give him a kiss.
“Promise you won't get mad at me?” You asked, looking up at him, taking note of his relaxed expression. His brown hair was slightly messy from not wearing his hat, but his gaze made you feel nervous. Ino was undeniably attractive, and he knew it.
“Now I'm intrigued,” he said with a raised eyebrow, making you giggle.
“It's something I found online...to make you last longer during sex. It's supposed to enhance our experience,” you explained hesitantly, realizing that maybe you were being too forward. “Not that it isn't already great, because it is, but this will keep you...hard longer.” You clarified when you saw his eyebrows furrow slightly.
“So a cock ring?” He asked with a smile, as if he had finally found the right word to describe it.
“How do you even know what that is?” You exclaimed, realizing that maybe you were nervous for no reason.
Ino shrugged and proceeded to explain how he was a healthy young man with access to the internet.
“So when are we trying it out?” He asked excitedly, grabbing the package off the table.
“Now?” You suggested, met with a smirk and his hand in yours as he led you both to the bedroom.
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You and Ino were lying together under the covers on the bed. After showering, you had both climbed into bed and were now cuddled up close. Ino was the first to take action this time. While you were still drying off, he had already taken the cockring out of its packaging and was examining it closely while reading the instructions before you two laid down. Now, the cockring lay forgotten beside you as you shared a passionate kiss.
As the kiss intensified, you opened your mouth to give his tongue more room to explore. You reached down for what you were looking for and when you felt his hard member brush against your hand, excitement coursed through you.
"Oh my god," Ino groaned as your hands wrapped around his throbbing cock and gave it a few tugs. The sound of his pleasure only made you moan in response.
For a moment, you almost forgot about your original plans for the night as you got lost in the sensation of him pleasuring him.
"You put it on," he said, laying back against a pillow to muffle his groans. His chest flushed pink with arousal and embarrassment.
You listened to him and paused your ministrations to pick up the cockring. It was clear and shaped like a ring, just as you had seen in the video tutorial.
Following the instructions carefully, you slipped the ring over the tip of his cock and then slid it down to the base of his shaft. Once it was in position, you checked with Ino before attempting the trickiest part - getting it over his balls to secure it in place.
With gentle stretching and careful maneuvering, you managed to get each of his balls through the hole in the ring. As soon as it was securely in place, you let out a deep exhale of relief. Ino's hands immediately moved down to feel at the new addition.
Before you could fully process what was happening, you were suddenly flipped onto your back causing you to gasp in surprise. Ino was now between your legs, his thighs resting on either side of yours as he opened your legs with his body.
"Let's test it out," he said with a mischievous grin, placing one of your legs over his shoulder. Without warning, he thrust into you quickly after teasing your pussy with a few slaps of his cock. Ino knew how much you loved the pain of being stretched out and he wasted no time in giving it to you.
"Ino- Inooo," you moaned loudly as he started a slow rolling motion, his cock reaching deep inside you before pulling back and repeating the action over and over.
"Fuck," you whined, moving your nails to scratch at his back in pleasure. It had been only a few minutes but Ino was already struggling to hold back from cumming, his sensitive cock constantly brushing against your walls.
"Shit baby," he exclaimed before speeding up his hips. Despite his choppy movements, you couldn't help but moan even louder as he continued to pleasure you. After a few more thrusts, you felt yourself climaxing around him, sending Ino into his own state of pleasure.
"Fuckkk you feel so good baby. Feels like I'm cumming," he groaned into your shoulder as he kept moving inside of you. Your legs found their way over his shoulders as the sensations intensified.
This pattern continued until another intense orgasm swept through you, causing your legs to spasm and shake on Ino's shoulders. The grip of your pussy on him was almost unbearable, but it only added to the pleasure for both of you.
Ino pulled away from you, breathing heavily and struggling to remove the cockring.
"Don't worry, I can get it," you assured him, pushing his hands away and focusing on removing the ring with steady hands.
"I-I..." Ino's words trailed off as the ring finally came off, causing him to climax into your hand. His body shook and convulsed from the intense pleasure. This was the most vulnerable and spent you had ever seen him. He continued to moan until every last drop of cum was released.
Afterwards, Ino curled up next to you and fell asleep, something you always enjoyed.
That was just one of the many reasons why you loved this shy man so much.
Story Description: Reader and Choso have a shared past in their local BDSM club. But now that Reader has more free time due to a recent promotion at work, she is determined to pursue Choso. Nothing will stop her, not even her menstrual cycle. She has one goal for the night: to make things happen with Choso.
Tags: BDSM, Period Sex, Sub Choso, Blow Jobs, Nipple Piercings, Teasing, Coming Inside, Dom Reader
“A little blood doesn't bother me,”
Arriving at Club 14, you take in the familiar faces. This BDSM club is one of your favorites in the city, with everything you're looking for. The entrance may be dark and intimidating to some, but once inside, you're met with a warm and cozy vibe.
But that's just the first floor. The club actually has three floors, and attached to the top is access to hotel rooms, which you find very convenient.
Not everyone in the lifestyle finds these hotel rooms convenient, but you do. You've never gotten attached to a sub enough to invite them back to your place. With your demanding job, there isn't much time for a regular submissive.
However, now that you've been promoted, your almost 10-hour shifts have been reduced significantly – now you only need to work six hours a day on weekdays.
You're not complaining though; even though the job is harder, you're getting paid almost double so it balances out.
Before entering the club, you make sure to grab a blue bracelet – the color used by the club to signify that you are a dominant. They follow a color system using bracelets: blue for dominance, white for submission, purple for undecided or switch. If you want to avoid being approached by anyone looking to play, you can also get a bright red bracelet to wear along with the others.
You respect this color system because many clubs don't have it in place, making it hard to navigate the environment. Some nights, when you just want to have a drink and listen to music without being bothered, you grab a red bracelet. On other nights, when you're feeling more adventurous and open to approaching subs looking for a dom, you wear a blue bracelet.
Tonight is one of those nights; you're hoping to find someone to keep you company tonight since you have more free time now. And you know exactly who you want.
Choso.
Choso Kamo is a sub and a regular at the club, but he only comes 2-3 times a month. You two have had several interactions and he's asked you to play a few times, but you always turn him down, feeling guilty afterwards. The problem with Choso is that he's trouble.
He's tall with long dark brown hair, and it looks like he doesn't get much sleep – which is your weakness. He usually wears his hair up in two high buns, but one night when he was dancing and looked intoxicated, you got a glimpse of him with his hair down. That was when you knew you would be in trouble if you slept with him. There's no way you wouldn't fall into a contract agreement with him, giving him anything he wanted.
People at the club talk, and you've often heard that he's not someone who sleeps around. You can only recall one other person he's been seen with since you joined the club – they were in a short-term agreement that ended about four months ago. You joined the club just a few weeks after their agreement ended.
You knew he would be here tonight as it was one of his regular nights to attend the club. You didn’t know what to expect but you made sure to look extra good tonight wearing a tight black dress and one of your favorite perfume smells that Choso had complimented once.
While you were on your period you weren’t going to let it ruin your night, you were just looking to ask the man out. The only thing that could ruin this night was if he was wearing a red bracelet.
As you entered the club, you passed by the usual entrance and made your way to the top floor. The entrance floor was for newcomers or those looking for a fun night out, while the basement floor was reserved for more provocative performances and events. The top floor was where the experienced members of the lifestyle liked to mingle.
Climbing up the stairs, you felt something that was rare for you: nerves. Your confident demeanor was what made you such a strong dominant in your opinion. You were never hesitant in making decisions and enjoyed pleasing others. But in this moment, your nerves were getting the best of you, and you found yourself considering backing out.
That is until you saw him…
He sat at the bar wearing black jeans and a white collared shirt. You could even see his right nipple piercing through his shirt from across the room. He had been a regular at the club long enough for you to know that he also had multiple ear piercings and both nipples pierced.
In that moment, you decided to throw caution to the wind and took the open seat next to him before someone else could claim it. You could tell he briefly turned to look at you before turning back to order another beer. You hoped it wasn't his third or fourth; you preferred engaging with sober submissives.
From your vantage point, you couldn't tell if he was wearing a red bracelet, and it was time for you to find out.
Turning your chair to face Choso, you took charge.
"Choso," you said confidently, surprising the man next to you who looked shocked that you were speaking to him.
"Let me see your arms," you said softly, holding out your hands expectantly. He seemed confused but placed both of his hands in yours. As you examined his arms for any color bands, your eyes couldn't help but wander down to his fingers and arm veins. This man was undeniably attractive.
You noticed that he only had his usual white bracelet on, and you looked up at him with a smile before saying the words he probably never thought he would hear.
"Do you want to play tonight, Choso?" you asked, staring at him with anticipation for his answer.
"Yes," he replied quietly, keeping one hand in yours as you stood up and tugged him towards one of the upstairs hotel rooms.
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You held onto his hands tightly as the two of you walked up the stairs to room 214. This was your go-to room for when you wanted company.
Once inside, you focused all of your attention on Choso. "Do you have any questions before we begin?" you asked the handsome man, noticing him fidgeting with his hands nervously.
"Why me and why today? I've asked you this before, so I'm just confused," he said, still avoiding eye contact.
"That's a good question," you replied, guiding him to sit on the bed as you kneeled in front of him. You gently tilted his chin up to meet your gaze. "I find you beautiful, Cho. I've been busy with some things, but now I have more time for us. I apologize for not telling you sooner."
He blushed at your compliment but listened intently to your explanation.
Choso couldn't help feeling nervous with you in such a submissive position. He was used to being the one kneeling, and it intrigued him to see you in that position for him.
"I can stand if it makes you uncomfortable," you offered softly, noticing him lost in thought. As you moved to stand up, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from your face.
"Sorry, I forgive you...you just look really pretty like this," he murmured, pulling you closer to him. At this point, you were sitting between his legs with your arms resting on his thighs.
"Thank you, Cho. Since this is my fault, I'll let you decide. With or without ropes?" you asked, standing up from between his legs.
"With ropes," he replied with a smile before falling back into thought.
"If anything is wrong, please tell me," you said gently, trying to keep your voice soft and reassuring.
"Is this just a one-time thing?" he asked with disappointment in his voice.
"I'm not used to this...I mean, I've only had one dominant before. I still want this, but I just need to know if it's a one-time thing."
"Do you want it to be?" you asked, smiling at how cute he was being. You were already under his spell and you knew it.
"No, I've wanted you for a while now," he whispered, blushing again.
"Since when?" you asked out of curiosity.
"Since the first day you joined the club," he answered honestly, wanting to be truthful with you. He couldn't lie to you and didn't want to risk being punished tonight.
You had to pause at his answer. Looking back on it now, he hadn't had another dominant since you joined and he had tried multiple times to get your attention.
"Keep those pretty eyes on me, baby," you said, wanting his full attention at that moment. He quickly obeyed and looked at you.
"I have you wrapped around my finger, don't I?" you said directly, not beating around the bush. And with his blush as confirmation, you already knew the answer.
"This is what's going to happen," you said, outlining your plans for the night.
"I'm going to tie up your hands and pleasure you until you're a whimpering mess."
He quickly answered, "Green," with his beautiful brown eyes focused on you.
He looked so tempting and sinful, and you couldn't wait to make him yours. Unfortunately, you were on your period and couldn't ride him until he sobbed like you wanted to.
Stepping away for a moment, you grabbed some rope and surveyed the other toys scattered around the room. You made a mental note to discuss his hard limits later. If this was going to be a regular thing between the two of you, it was important to know what was off-limits. Since he had given the okay for rope play, that's what you decided to focus on.
When you turned back around, the sight in front of you took your breath away.
Choso was lying on the bed shirtless, his pants hanging low on his hips. His chest was fully exposed, revealing both of his nipple piercings adorned with rings. They were slightly red, indicating that he must have recently played with them. You couldn't help but feel drawn in by him.
"I didn't tell you to take off your shirt or move at all," you scolded playfully while taking in the view in front of you.
You climbed onto the bed and sat down on top of him, mindful of your dress riding up as you did so. You positioned yourself over his clothed cock, feeling its hardness beneath his jeans. You couldn't resist grinding against him a few times, causing him to moan and grip your waist with his hands.
"Sorry," he apologized insincerely as he moaned at your movements.
You giggled and stopped your actions. Guiding his hands above his head, you secured them with the rope.
"Hmm, that apology didn't sound genuine," you teased, continuing to move on his lap but stopping each time he moaned. You enjoyed teasing him and couldn't resist licking at his nipple piercing with your tongue, causing him to finally give in.
"Sorry, I- I'm sorry, ma'am," he said, clenching his fists as his hands were still restrained.
You paused your actions to take one of his nipples into your mouth, savoring the metallic taste of the piercing. You sucked on it gently before lightly nipping at the metal with your teeth.
As you did this, all you could hear were low moans escaping from his mouth. His fists were clenched tightly, causing his arm veins to stand out prominently from the strain.
“Please, I-.” his words were cut off as you switched to teasing his other nipple.
“Please, fuck.” he pleaded, throwing his head back and you could feel him getting hard in his jeans. His moans became higher pitched as you continued to tease him.
Deciding that you had teased him enough, you sat up on his lap and removed your dress. You weren't wearing a bra, allowing your breasts to fall freely. His eyes instantly locked onto your chest and you watched as he forgot about being bound and reached out to touch you. But then the realization hit him that he couldn't touch you, and he let out a disapproving groan.
You moved down so that you were face-to-face with his clothed cock and began removing his pants and boxers, no longer wanting to tease him.
His cock popped out from under his jeans, hitting his stomach from how hard he was. You could see that he was bigger than expected. He felt big and hard in your hand, but you realized that the jeans had not been a good indicator of his size. You almost became nervous at the thought of fitting him in your mouth.
“Ahh- my god.” you heard him moan as you decided to go for it and took him into your throat, relaxing your gag reflexes immediately so he could slip in deeper. He felt heavy on your tongue and what you couldn't fit in your mouth, you used your hands to stroke the rest of his length.
He clenched tightly trying not to move as you took him deeper. You had never seen such prominent veins before, and he seemed to be struggling to hold off his orgasm. As before, his voice got higher as he moaned and thrust against the bed.
He managed to hold on for a few minutes before becoming quieter. When you looked up at his face without removing your mouth from his cock, you were met with a teary-eyed Choso.
“Damn.” he said as he looked down at you. This was followed by more moans until he finally whimpered, sensitive from your actions.
This only encouraged you more as you sucked him down further. Your tongue continued to tease and you ran it along the underside of his entire cock.
“I'm going to cum. Please, can I cum ma'am? I'll be good, I swear. Please, just let me.” he cried out, his face wet from tears.
His purple makeup was ruined and had stained the pillow. You were surprised he could still talk and the only sounds after his plea were whimpers and moans, indicating that he was completely wrecked.
“Cum for me.” you commanded firmly before slipping him out of your mouth and speeding up the motion of your hand. You didn't even have to look away from his face because you felt when he came. His cock got harder in your hand, which you didn't think was possible, and it jerked as he sprayed onto his stomach.
“Thank- thank you.” he moaned as he came violently. His thighs tensed up as he continued to ride out the high of his orgasm. You took one of his nipples into your mouth since they were sensitive, causing him to whine even louder through it.
As soon as you were finished, you removed your mouth from his nipple. You knew that cleanup was necessary, but for the moment, you simply wiped down his stomach and began to untie the ropes binding him.
“Wait.” he said, his voice panicked after you had loosened the ropes and rubbed his hands to get the blood circulating again.
You stopped your movements and looked at him, waiting for him to speak.
“Can we kiss first, ma’am?” he whispered, as if sharing a secret. Your eyes widened in surprise; you couldn't believe that you had forgotten to kiss him earlier.
Without answering his question, you leaned in so that your lips could meet his. The kiss started out heated, causing a moan to escape from your lips. He must have heard it because you were met with a groan as he deepened the kiss, trying to assert dominance. This time, you didn't mind letting him take control of the kiss.
His touch was intense as he tugged on your lower lip with his teeth, and you both got lost in exploring each other's mouths. As the passion intensified, you couldn't resist grinding your clothed pussy against his spent cock. But even though he had just climaxed, you could feel his erection returning. This only made you moan louder into his mouth as you savored the sensations flooding through your body.
The more he kissed you, the more aggressive he became, making you moan even louder and feel yourself getting wetter by the second. It was almost like he could sense how close you were to climaxing.
"Easy," you moaned when he bent down to take your right nipple into his mouth and suck hard. But this only seemed to fuel his desire as he moved on to suck on your breasts instead, leaving a few love bites along the way.
"Mhmm...fuck," you moaned, almost ready to stop him from moving when the grinding became faster. You were on the brink of climax and didn't want to ruin your underwear with a tampon still inside you.
"Okay-" you started to say.
“Can I fuck you please.” he spoke at the same time as you, accidently cutting you off. He looked flustered, and judging by his hard-on, you could tell that he was extremely horny.
"Sorry, Cho. Not today...I'm on my period," you said breathlessly, leaving a few more kisses on his lips.
You weren't expecting what came next, and your eyes widened in shock at his statement.
“A little blood doesn't bother me,” he said with a smirk on his face.
That’s how you found yourself in this position, unclothed sitting back on his lap after you washed up. You moved him to the couch in the scene room not wanting to stain the white sheets.
“Let me know if you want to stop at any time, you know your safeword.” you said running your hands through his shoulder length hair.
“Can I eat you out first?” he questioned, looking nervous as if you would judge him for asking.
“Next time.” you positioned his cock at your entrance and slid down onto it, causing both of you to gasp.
Locking eyes, you leaned in for a kiss as he filled you completely. He was big, so it took some adjusting before you could move properly, but you didn't want him to know that.
Making out with Choso is becoming one of your favorite things because of how much he gets into the kiss. He was distracted bringing several moans past your lips when you finally felt like you could move. You moved his hands to your hips separating from the kiss, shocking him as you began moving.
"Damn," you exclaimed loudly, testing out a few rotations before full-on bouncing on his lap. The wetness between your legs made it easier to move, but the feeling of his cock was intense and almost put you in a haze.
"Please keep going," he groaned, looking just as lost in pleasure as you were. "I won't last long."
The overwhelming sensations caused your thighs to weaken as you continued to ride him. Your hair kept falling into your face from all the movement. One of his hands traveled between your bodies and he leaned back on the couch, adjusting himself and reaching for your clit.
He rubbed slowly at first, as if waiting for permission, but when you didn't protest, he sped up his motions while still thrusting into you. Looking down, you saw that his fingers were coated in blood and cum from earlier but couldn't care less at that moment. The moans didn't cease as you rode him harder and harder.
Suddenly, your thighs started to shake and you came so hard that your vision blurred for a moment. You tightened your grip around his cock, causing him to cum inside of you from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Sorry," he stuttered out while still riding out his orgasm.
You just pulled him into a deep kiss once your vision cleared again. Your legs were still shaking as he pulled out of you and rubbed them gently.
It took both of you over half an hour before you could finally get up from the couch. Neither of you wanted to move, but the mess had to be dealt with.
Looking back at the scene room and Choso's body both covered in blood and cum, you couldn't help but comment.
Nanami Kento - Kinktober 2024 - Cock Worship/Nipple Play
Story Description: Nanami Kento has always taken his work seriously. And as his new executive assistant, you wanted to get to know him to assist him better but, the shy and polite man never shared more than 2 things about himself. He loves sweets and hates overtime. One night, Nanami and you are alone working overtime hours. You start to wonder if Nanami is as stiff and blunt as he seems or does he have a freakier side you have yet to uncover?
Tags: Office Setting, Cock Worship, Nipple Play, Hand Job, Blow Job, Big Dick Nanami, Switch Nanami
The copy machine was warm to the touch as you leaned against it printing yet another 30 pages of the marketing presentation to be distributed for tomorrow. The whine and scratch of the copy machine halted before continuing to spit out another lame document.
Printing Page 28 of 30….
You were anticipating the end of this painfully long day because this was the last task you were assigned before being allowed to go home. You mentally prepared yourself to pack up and leave until the copy machine stuttered again. Curious, you leaned down to check the status screen.
‘Paper Jam. Cannot continue job. Please check-.’
“You can’t be fucking serious…” You bemoaned. “You can’t be fucking serioussssss!” You repeatedly loudly, letting your head drop backwards. You huffed to the ceiling. Your eyes scrunched closed as you took a deep breath. You peered back down at the machine defiantly. You pushed your weight forward to lean against it to inspect the back and gave it a frustrated slap but all it did was hum towards you.
“Miss L/N. Is everything ok?” You quickly dropped back down to your feet, realizing you were waving your butt in the air trying to climb over the copy machine. You turn behind you to a voice in the doorway of the copy room. His blonde hair contrasting with the void of nightshade that surrounds the rest of the office and his six-foot build that crowded the doorway.
Nanami Kento, his usual serious expression overtaken by curiosity. He was probably wondering why you decided to spank a machine. His usual business attire that usually had suit and tie abandoned both the suit jacket and the tie. All he wore was a pair of tan slacks, dress shoes and his indigo tailored dress shirt that seemed to squeeze his form a bit more now that he was stressed. You cleared your throat to right yourself before answering his question.
“Looks like the workload for tomorrow isn’t the only thing that wants us to sleep over. Our good friend the Copy Machine is paper jammed.” You tapped your hand on top of the stuttering machine still trying its best to fix itself.
The glimmer in Nanami’s glasses flashed, hiding his expression but you can guess he was just as annoyed as you were. Without another word, he glided his way over next to you in front of the copy machine to inspect it. Nanami took his glasses off and took another frustrated glance at the printer. He was vexed, almost like he desired to punish the copy machine for its insolence.
His hand dragged up to his cuff sleeve as he started loosening the button.
“I’m gonna have to take a look.” He grumbled lowly in a voice that made your nerves vibrate. Nanami was devilishly good looking as he crowded the copy machine and you made way. You could never typically stare at him long enough before it was deemed unprofessional. However, right now you were both a mess. Tired, tense and couldn’t care less about keeping up formalities.
He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows exposing his evenly toned and large forearms. You could vaguely see the travel of his stressed veins travel up his arms. He loosened his top shirt button to give him more moving room. Your breath hitched a little too loud you hoped he didn’t hear. Although he didn’t seem phased, you could have sworn he let out a small smirk before kneeling down to the stomach of the copy machine.
You eyed him as he diligently attempted to clean out the ruined paper. Your eyes couldn’t help but focus in on the long pipe-like print that outlined against the left leg of his pants. Your head tilted. You figured that it must be uncomfortable for him to keep his phone in his pocket while he’s trying to work.
“I can hold your phone for you if it makes it easier.” You offered. Nanami paused, plagued with confusion. His puzzled eyes studied your face and then the ground. He shook his head slightly and then stood up to situate himself in front of you,his chest, bullying its way into your vision.
“My phone?” He questions still peering down at you with contorted eyebrows. You point down at the solid print resting on his leg again.
“Your phone.” You answer. Nanami looked down to the direction of your finger. He let out an amused snort but quickly covered his mouth to hide his laughter, his head snapped to the side. It was the first time he’s ever shown that kind of expression. You quickly became embarrassed.
“That’s not my phone I’m afraid.” He replied sultrily, his head stayed to the side but his eyes lazily dragged towards yours. You felt heat bulldoze your cheeks as you tried your best to rectify the situation.
“Oh! I’m sorry! It was really big and solid that I assumed -oh fuck I didn’t mean to say that- oh wait I didn’t mean to say FUCK!” You scrambled over your words. Nanami leaned back against the printer and bellowed a hearty laugh. The buttons of his dressed shirt threatened to pop. The veins on his forearms strained from the laughter and his sunkissed hair smoothed back care free. Nanami was relaxed and amused. It was utterly sexy to watch.
“You don’t have to apologize for something like that. I wouldn’t even mind if you continued.” He mildly joked. Although, the print in his pants did not go down, in fact you swore you saw it twitch a little. Now that you knew what it was, your entire mission changed. You wanted to set it free, to worship it like an oasis in a desert. To hear his frustrated grunts turn into pleasured moans as you pulled an orgasm out of him with your lips.
Boldly, you advanced him against the copy machine.
“Even if it’s not a phone, I can still hold it for you.” You offered seductively, tilted your head up at him. Nanami’s eyes narrowed, pupils clouded by lust and he bit his bottom lip. He dragged his hand through the back of your head, and dragged your lips centimeters from his.
“I don’t believe you.” He breathed. You felt your heart tumbling against your chest as your body. Your breaths heaved as your hands traveled down his body. However, his eyes never left yours as he let you search him. Once your hand traveled lower, he tensed and his grip on the back of your head tightened.
“You know I can fulfill any assignment you give me.” You smirked confidently. Nanami’s lips tightened and his gaze followed you as you lowered to your knees. Nanami’s chest rose and fell in anticipation and his hardened cock visibly shifted in his pants. You swallowed thickly. Nanami waited still, wondering if you were going to make a move or if you were just talking up a big game.
Your fingertips traced the outline of his cock. Air from Nanami’s shaky breaths danced on top of your head. He spread his thighs to allow you more access. You took the opportunity to squeeze the plush muscle of his legs. You massaged around his throbbing member and watched it jump lightly at your tease. You look up at him seductively.
Nanami was entranced. A hesitant groan left his lips as he started to ground against your hand. He helped you by loosening his belt and let his pants drop to his knees as his monstrous cock bobbed free, standing tall nearly the size of your head. Your eyes widened and you were frozen mildly in fear but mostly in admiration. You held the base of his cock to keep it under control.
From under your lashes you took another look up at the blonde who only held an amused smirk on his lips. He loved it. The pure shock from merely seeing his cock sent Nanami into a spiral. He took you by the back of the head once more to force your head up towards him.
“You said you’d hold it for me right?” Nanami starts. He pauses for a second. Slowly, he uses your hand to massage his cock. His eyes fluttered while he thrusted his thick pulsing member against the gate between your thumb and index finger. His hand holding your head traced to your chin and he pried your mouth open.
“But that’s too easy.” He gritted while thrusting into your hand faster. You held his cock fully. Your tongue traced from the base of his cock to his tip. His head fell back and a loud long and husky moan fell from his lips.
“God you have the best dick I’ve ever seen.” You intended to say in your head but the words were too strong to keep to yourself. Instead of laughing, Nanami released another heavy and heated groan. His heated sighs sent sparks to your spine. You wanted more and now you knew how to get it.
Nanami went lax against the machine. It was a miracle the copy machine didn’t topple over due to his weight. You were sure that you wouldn’t be able to please him fully with just one hand. You could barely even make a full ‘O’ with your hands just because of how thick he was so you used both.
You picked up speed, using your hands to pull him over the edge. Nanami’s breaths were choked. He got rid of his tie completely and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.
“Fuck. Don’t stop.” Nanami hissed. He was a mess. His hair tousled from him dragging his hand through it repeatedly and his chest threatened to spill from his shirt. His moans morphed into whimpers and his hips thrusted and shuttered. You moved your hands faster, you dabbed your tongue against his tip, coating your tongue with his precum.
“Damn you taste so good. Cum for me baby. Please, I need it.” You urged attempting to encourage his climax. His eyes scrunched, his hand clutching your shoulder for dear life. You stood up and started making quick work of loosening the rest of his shirt buttons. While jerking his dick, you started tonguing circles around his nipples. Nanami hissed.
“What are you doing to me?…what are you doing-.” Nanami moaned almost in a prayer. You took a hand and started pulling and tugging against his right nipple while sucking in on the left. Nanami choked and then sighed. You gave a gentle kiss on his chest.
“Are you sensitive here too?” You asked, amused by his reactions. Nanami scooped up under your head and pulled you into a deep open kiss. His tongue bulldozed through your mouth and he tasted himself on your tongue.
He violently pulled you off from the kiss and turned you around towards the copy machine. He pushed the front of your body against the copy machine and pulled your ass higher to meet his hips. He reached under your skirt to pull down your tights and underwear at the same time. He took his cock and started pressing against the lining of your pussy.
“Are you willing to hold it in other places, too?” Nanami huffed. He is already at his wits end.
“Are you on birth control?” You nodded quickly. You grounded your ass against his tip trying to push him in yourself.
“Please! Nanami, I need it. Please, it's so good-.” Nanami didn’t let you finish before driving the entirety of his cock in your giving pussy. A scream strained from your lips while a pleased groan hummed from his. Tears threatened to leave your eyes as you held the copy machine. His impossible dick was splitting you in half and you had nowhere to escape to.
Nanami used both hands to pin you to the copy machine and started slamming into you like a mad man. You sang a mixture of moans and praises of his dick as he plunged against your tightening walls. Nanami fucked like a monster who went berserk. He arched your back slightly to get a better angle before thrusting into you over and over again.
Nanami leaned over you and his chest hovered over your back as his thrusts became sloppy and unstable. His hands caged on either side of you and his forehead rested on your shoulder. You felt him swell within you and you sighed and groaned his name in response.
“Kento..” You heard him grumble. He hissed to himself as his grip against the copy machine tightened.
“Call me Kento-...hah…mmm…” He finished through a sea of sighs and mewls.
“Kento…hah…your dick is the best. Fuck! It’s amazing! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” You cried. Nanami sighed and whimpered.
You heard him utter a barely audible ‘fuck I’m gonna-.’ Before his body shunted forward and completely stilled. Nanami’s body shook and a long and heavy moan dragged from his lips. He pulled back and then slammed back into you, decorating your walls with his seed.
You and Nanami were drained and he collapsed against your back, catching his breath. The copy machine under you hummed and shook.
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Gyōmei Himejima - Kinktober 2024 Day 12 - Sex Toys & Dirty Talk
Story description: The town’s head priest, Gyomei Himejima, had always been a man of strong moral values but even he had his weak moments. What happens when a demon takes advantage of those weaknesses?
Tags: Demon Reader, Sex Toys, Dirty Talk, Blow Job, Sensitive Gyomei, Church
Gyomei POV
Standing at a solid and muscly 7’2, Gyomei looked more like a demon hunter rather than a priest. Luckily, the town had already looked past his intimidating appearance after he had already proven his devotion to the safety of the town. Recently, there has been an ominous aura around the village. Rumors arose of a black castle that appeared in the outskirts of the forest at night and disappeared during the day. He had wanted to excuse this rumor as concerned parents trying to make sure their children came home before the sunset, however, he already lost three priests to this rumor.
And like every concerned town, they sent out the big guns. For the safety of his beloved priests, he decided to check there first and decided to do so alone.
“Namu-Amidabutsu.” Gyomei’s deep voice gruffed a short prayer towards the church, gently rubbing his hands together. He turned on his heels and began his descent to the forest. Once the cobblestone transitioned to lush grass and the scent of wisteria had mildly faded, Gyomei knew that he was heading outside the comfort of his quaint village. A small path was already formed from the tracks of the priests who descended before him.
“Namu-Amidabutsu.” Gyomei huffed another prayer while maneuvering the forests. Because of his statuesque figure and broad shoulders, Gyomei had run into a number of tree branches which soon broke as he pushed through them. The swinging of the ball chain came to a complete halt. Gyomei, in spite of his sight, excelled in his other senses to a superhuman degree. However, that also meant that he was double as sensitive as the average person.
Gyomei was no stranger to skinship. It’s not like he’s been a saint all his life. But most of his relationships ended bleakly, either they got sick and tired of his secluded lifestyle or they were bored with his very strict morals. Although Gyomei maintains a carefully constructed religious front, he won’t deny that he gave into temptation due to a few unholy nights in his bunker. However what the church wanted wasn’t a saint, it was a protector and Gyomei fulfilled his job dutifully.
Maneuvering past the last tree branch, Gyomei had stumbled upon a clearing. He soon realized that those rumors were not just a popular ghost story, they were a problem. His big problem. The crackle of the grass beneath him insulted the lush and soft ones he recently trekked through. This grass was clearly dead, as was the tree Gyomei felt up to get a taste of his surroundings.
Whatever that was here was evil and invited death surrounding it. He sought out his ball chain just in case and inched his way closer to the small Victorian black castle that posed menacingly in the clearing.
Reader POV
“Ahh! Ack! P-Please! Have mercy!” The blood curdling screams echoed throughout the palace corridor. A lanky priest with a tattered black tunic wailed in the presence of the unrelenting attacker. He held together an open wound in his abdomen as he peered his eyes to get a better view of the long dark passageway.
Feline crimson eyes tore the pitch black emptiness of the corridor. These eyes the very same hue as the blood that drifted down the poor priest’s stomach. You licked your lips in hunger. Was his blood the best you ever smelled? Not really but you were famished so it’ll do. Just a light snack while you prepare for bigger plans you had for the small town. The priests that came almost as a welcome gift were stepping stones to you gaining more power.
As the priest squirmed, seized and yelped, you grew bored. The priest had barely landed a scratch on the demon while you toyed with him like a cat. You craved a challenge to keep you on your toes. You mused about a dangerous pursuer who could one day be strong enough to bend you low and stretch you wide.
Alas, life as a demon while granted eternal life also plagued you with eternal boredom. Every priest screamed the same pitch, sung the same song and uttered the same chant. The chorus is more irritating than a wasp buzzing around, and more pitiful than a disabled animal in the wild. Yet, there was one plea that you loved more than anything. A desperate cry that you absolutely relished in.
“Please! Mercy!” Hollered the dying priest who now held on to the sconce protruding against the wall. The candle has already blown out and smoke is fumigating the air. The pitch is a little too high for your taste, but you were done playing with your food. Before the battered priest was allowed to make another sound, you darted across the room and held the saint’s throat hostage.
Black claws threatened to pierce the priest’s neck as heavy breaths escaped exhaled through his nose. The priest choked in protest and your lips parted slightly to allow the scent of blood to massage your senses. Saliva threatened to fall as you licked up all the stray venom that dared escape his fangs. Although the venom wasn’t inherently deadly, it did provide excruciating pain or pleasure to the few drops that landed on the victim.
This particular priest, however, didn’t excite you enough for you to waste anymore time on him. You swiped your tongue across your fangs and gathered a generous coating of pain venom. You teased your lips over the neck of the petrified clergyman and let out a shaky breath, frightening your prey even more.
“Tell me. Will there be more of you disrupting my solitude tonight? Or are you the last one?” your words came out teasing. Knowing that there would be no such help that would come to the clergyman’s rescue.
“Oh yes. You’ll do it for the night.” you decided as you lunged forward preparing to feast. Suddenly, a metal chain flung in between separating you and the priest. You launched your body backwards to dodge the unexpected attack. Shuffling to regain your footing and using your superhuman sight to identify what lurked in the darkness.
A figure, a large one, emerged from the darkness of the corridor, stepping into the opulent moonlight. Your breath hitched as the appearance of the attacker threw you off your rocker. But there was one thing about this assailant that puzzled you a bit more.
‘Is he crying?’ You thought.
Gyomei Pov
‘The tears won’t stop! They have to stop! I have to fulfill my duty to protect the priests!” Gyomei scolded himself in a distressed manner. However his heart couldn’t take it. After he abandoned his beads at the entrance to isolate a barrier, sounds of his friend’s blood seeping the ground on the verge of death was too much to bear. Gyomei had heard the ripe crack of bone and the ear piercing screech that accompanied it as soon as he stepped inside the castle. That was why Gyomei was able to find the lost priest in the first place.
At this point, he couldn’t tell if his friend had stopped moving because he had fainted or because he was dead. Either way, Gyomei would taste vengeance for him. He tightened his grip around his chained mace to prepare another strike on the demon.
“Have you come for him?” You questioned almost as a taunt.
Gyomei hesitated, which was his mistake. He couldn’t help but be awestruck by the voice of this particular demon. And what was creepier, Gyomei was able to faintly see this demon’s eyes and her eyes alone. He was in a trance lulled by an enchanting voice and ruby red eyes. Gyomei waited too long to react, all of the sudden the ruby-eyed demon abandoned the convulsing priest and vanished into thin air.
Gyomei spread his knees apart as he prepared to dodge if he needed to.
He felt a slick substance glide up his right cheek, swiping at his tears.
Gyomei stumbled back and tossed his chain forward. Gyomei always aimed with peak precision and the unlucky demon was caught in the loop of the chain. It looped twice before Gyomei caught the handle of the mace end and heaved the demon forward. Gyomei knew he caught her by the forearms around the body when he felt the demon attempted to escape from the chain’s tight grip. Gyomei used his free right hand to grip the demon by her neck and hoisted her up to meet him face to face. Your, feet now barely brushing the ground, continued to struggle against Gyomei’s skilled grip.
“What do they call you so that I may pray over your soul to be set free?” Gyomei ordered while his grip against the demon tightened. Gyomei moved you closer, intrigued by the feel of your body, and fascinated by your voice. Gyomei wanted his ears to have a front row seat to your next set of words. Bodies now just a thumb distance away from each other. You felt a bit antsy by Gyomei’s overwhelming body heat.
“Your tears…are absolutely delicious. The best I’ve had in this godforsaken life.” You licked your lips seductively. Gyomei could hear all of it, even the side swiping of your tongue that had recently tasted his tears. You released a soft groan in response to the delicious pain Gyomei held around your neck. Your chest tightened and your pussy throbbed, feeling your panties getting wetter.
You were utterly aroused at the sheer force Gyomei used to subdue you and loved that Gyomei was getting turned on by it even more. Gyomei knew this desperate attempt to remain ferocious and fearless was a failure when a low chuckle boiled in your chest.
“What is your name?!” Gyomei pressed again, but this time, lust was laced into his voice. Gyomei couldn’t understand why this particular demon seemed to disarm his guard. He was caught in between wanting to bowl the iron mace between the demon’s skull or to use his hand to push it down and allow his cock to rut through that poisonous mouth of hers. Gyomei stood frozen upright, not giving into either urge. Until…
“Mmm…” Gyomei’s head fell back, eyelids shut, eyebrows twisted and a sinful moan escaped his lips.
‘This demon bastard.’ Gyomei cursed to himself as you had steadily used your own free leg to drag up and down Gyomei’s steel hard member. You teased and massaged as Gyomei twitched behind his trousers begging to be set free. Gyomei’s thighs tensed as he started to hump against your teasing leg at an excruciatingly slow pace.
“Ha! What kind of saint gets so easily turned on by a demon?” You mocked mercilessly, neglecting the fact that your pussy was aching beckoning for attention as well.
Gyomei thrusted you down, head hitting the ground face up with an ear splitting slam. Gyomei had buried you into the ground, and you winced at the ice cool pain. The action was punishing, forcing you to eat your words. Using your hand to cage his neck, Gyomei had been caught between your open spread legs and he hovered, pressing into your body. Originally, Gyomei had figured that this position would give him more control of the situation and a clearer head, however, the position had been all the more compromising to his sanity.
“Who said I’m a saint?” Gyomei grunted, his trembling cock now prone and meddlesome against your dampening core. Gyomei pushed his thigh into your’s to accommodate him further. Rolling his hips, Gyomei began thrusting his member, teasing your clothed clit.
“What kind of- ah…tsss…mmm..demon worries about the morals of a human?” Gyomei moaned nearly every word. Your hips shot up allowing Gyomei’s brutishly large cock print to brutally knead your slit. His eyes fluttered, eyebrows furrowed and his mouth dropped open to deliver a series of perpetual groans.
Gyomei had witnessed it all. The red flickering of his eyes indicated the trance he was instilling in you and the mouthwatering mewls that fell from your lips. But he wanted more. As a demon, you had no doubt harmed his friends and Gyomei wanted to make sure you paid duly for that. Which is why he latched pain with the pleasure he inflicted upon you.
Gyomei tugged on the chain harder, purposefully leaving a bruising ring around your forearms and your ribcage. The chain was specially made to subdue demons with the chain being soaked in wisteria and holy water every day.
“Ah…fuck…” You hissed at the pain. Your hips dropped as you arched into Gyomei’s chest. While Gyomei was not pleased that the chain alone wasn’t enough to kill you, he had earned an even tastier response. Gyomei tugged on the chain harder.
“Again.” Gyomei demanded. The tanned knuckles on his hand turned white from him tightening his fist in the chain. You winced and your head fell sideways. His right hand released your neck and traveled down your chest to fiddle with it, running a thumb over your left nipple. Your breath choked in response. Gyomei grew impatient. The only way he knew how you were feeling was from the haste flickering of your demonized ruby eyes, the shaky groans of your voice and Gyomei hungered for you to lose control under his touch. With a brutal thrust of his hips, Gyomei violently brushed his groin against your throbbing pussy once more.
Your eyes shot open much to Gyomei’s satisfaction and moved slightly low as if you were curling into yourself. Gyomei felt hot breaths caress his neck and saliva drip to his shoulder. His body shook violently as your core pulsated. Against his member, Gyomei felt your core shake twitch then your body ceased and a warm wet spot against his clothed cock materialized soon afterwards. Gyomei nipped at your bottom lip. He used his special hearing to feel out your strangled moans and ghosted his lips against your neck.
“Are you cumming just by me dick rubbing you? And you were bold enough to call me weak. Isn’t that just sorrowful?” Gyomei had tried to copy your mocking tone however it came out somewhat woeful and full of heat instead. Gyomei might as well have babbled incoherent words while you were busy coming down from your orgasm. Tears once again rolled down Gyomei’s cheeks, awakening your urge to once again drink. You allowed saliva and Gyomei’s tears to travel down your body and you skillfully slipped out of the jail of Gyomei’s chain and scurried from under him like an animal desperate to escape.
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Reader POV
‘Embarrassing! How embarrassing!’ you spat to yourself. How dare a man, a human, reduce you to such a state?! You looked down noticing the soiled panties and thought it best to lose them to let your core breath.
You turned back, noticing the lanky priest from earlier succumb to his wounds. The priest was dead and no longer appetizing. You then turned your body back forward as Gyomei readied himself to attack once more.
What will happen?
Will he swing his mace to kill you like he had done earlier? Will he pounce on you again and introduce you to another mind-numbing orgasm? You were game for the chase. A devilish grin tugged on your lips as you eyed what he wanted to taste first. But first you thought.
Do I want him to remain here?
You could care less about the lack of intimacy in the corridor, however the decaying blood coming from the deceased priest is a bit distracting. All you wanted was for Gyomei to infect your senses and raid your insides. And you were determined to do that tonight.
‘Looks like we are changing to the throne room!’ you decided as you began to dart towards the grandiose doors. You kept a pace that was fair enough for Gyomei to keep up as you occasionally turned behind yourself to make sure Gyomei was following you properly.
The doors of the throne room closed with an echoed roar across the room. Similar to the lighting of the corridor, the throne room was dark, adorned with a few iron black sconces in which barely 3 candles were lit. A red carpeted floor covered the room and a lonely black throne sat up against the very end of the room.
You abandoned your garments and tossed them aside into the darkness, now completely bare. The only way Gyomei knew you had completely undressed was the shaky groan that left his lips as your musk had invaded his sensitive nose. Gyomei, having yet to reach his orgasm, decided to abandon his morals completely.
You watched Gyomei hesitate to unbutton his trenchcoat, each movement painfully slower than the last. You palmed backwards for the throne chair and settled your naked body back against it, prying your legs open for easier access to your once again hot and aching pussy. You smoothed your fingers into your hole and began to move in and out in slow strokes waiting for Gyomei to lose the rest of his garments.
Gyomei stood naked, toned, tall and cock standing at full attention with light precum decorating his tip. The only thing on his person was his handy chained mace much to your dismay.
‘Did he plan to get naked first before attacking again? Is he ok in the head?’ Tears continued to roll down Gyomei’s cheeks as your thoughts quickly snapped back to tasting them again. You stood upright and began to move forward towards Gyomei, trying to gauge the best method of attack. Your tongue glided across your upper lip in preparation to drink once more.
Gyomei’s ears twitched. He didn’t hesitate and swiftly tossed his chain once more behind you, this time wrapping around your neck. However, you invited this action. You were curious by the priest’s usage of the chain but did not sense bloodlust stemming from Gyomei. Only lust.
You clawed the chain to mitigate the pain of it being forcefully wrapped around your neck. The chain stung sweetly and Gyomei jerked you forward and to your knees. Once Gyomei successfully acquainted your face with Gyomei’s firm and tight hips. He nudged his twitching member against your left cheek.
“Have your drink, demon.” Gyomei ordered once more. You felt the urge to snap back. As the predator, you were typically the one in charge and yet, this blind brute had triumphed at bringing the all powerful you to your knees. Literally.
Your hands traveled upwards, the feeling of not being in control eating you up to a terrible degree. You searched up Gyomei’s rugged muscles and stopped at his jaw. You allowed his tears to drip to your hands and pulled back your hand to taste the holy liquor. Gyomei started rubbing against your cheek, precum smearing against your jaw. You gathered for more, successfully soaking your hand just enough that you knew would drive Gyomei crazy.
With your hands dripping with tears, you gripped Gyomei’s unrelenting cock. Due to his unnatural size, you had to use both hands that couldn’t even fully wrap all the way around, thus doubling the amount of work you had to do.
“Nnngh!” Gyomei reacted to the movement of your wet hands massaging his member while using his tears as a lubricant. Gyomei’s head fell back as he relished in the repeated push and pull of your teasing hands.
“Ah-….hmmm” Gyomei’s voice caught in his throat as your tongue darted out to taste the saltiness of Gyomei’s tears and precum. You desired to take your time, however, Gyomei was desperate to release and shoved his swollen cock in between your lips. The cold exterior of your mouth contrasts with the warm and wet cushioning feeling on the inside.
“N-Namu-Amidabutsu…” Gyomei groaned in pleasure as he thrusted his hips and pulled his chain in tandem, using your warm mouth to egg on his orgasm. The only words leaving his mouth, his priest chant that he uses to try to sustain focus. This was not working. you had the best seat in the house to watch him go wild.
You folded your lips under your teeth to prevent your fangs from ruining your fun as Gyomei’s hips picked up speed. Tears formed in your eyes as Gyomei repeatedly pounded the back of your throat, his member now soaked in more of your saliva than his tears.
Hisses and grunts spilled from Gyomei’s lips and his hips snapped back into your welcoming mouth at an impossible speed.
“Oh…fuckkkk.” Gyomei’s eyelids screwed shut as he pushed pressurized thrust into your mouth, slow but aggressive. His cock twitched and waned in your mouth as you knew his orgasm was coming soon. You welcomed it.
Gyomei bit his lip and rolled his hips at a dangerous speed. Gyomei’s hips stuttered and then lunged, painting your mouth with his seed.
“Nnnngh!! Hahh….” Gyomei groaned into the air. Silent whimpers struggling against his pulsating cock were all that could be heard on your end as if you were frozen in shock.
Gyomei began dressing in his gear and wiped his his cum that dripped off your chin. He hovered over you, hoping that your face was eyeing his.
“I’m counting on you to leave the villagers alone. If not, next time I will be coming back with the sole purpose of killing you.” Gyomei warned softly but the promise of it weighed heavy in the room. You whimpered at his warning.
“Why torment the villagers when I have something else to look forward to?” you were desperate to keep this human. If that means not bothering the village for a century or two, so be it. You sat back, watching Gyomei’s every move. Gyomei was once again met with ruby red eyes.
‘I wonder how it will feel inside next time.’ You thought. However, you had caught a feeling that the priest had not been affected by the venom at all. And if that was the case…
