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The Sun God had never been in love. Until he saw a lovely nymph, whose beauty made his heart race with a feeling impossible to capture in the sweetest words. Until he was struck by Cupid's arrow of love, sending his mind spiralling into an obsessive lust. Until he decided to... soothe you a bit, like a true, filthy scum. But well, Satoru Gojo was truly just a man in maddening love!
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Ëđ¤ ÝË pairing: ę° Apollo!Gojo Satoru x Nymph!Reader ęą
Ëđ¤ ÝË content & warnings: ę° MDNI 18 + :: Greek Mythology AU :: half mythologically accurate :: MY WIFE FEMJO MENTIONED :: yandere Gojo Satoru :: obsessiveness :: possessiveness :: virgin reader :: masturbation :: strong reader :: she's also meannn :: Satoru is a SCUM in love :: drugging (with aprodisiac) :: lose of virginity :: Suguru is a scum too :: we're fucking on the beach :: posessive sex :: breeding :: mating press :: oral sex :: pussydrunk Satoru ęą
Ëđ¤ ÝË words: ę° 11.4k ęą
Ëđ¤ ÝË notes: I need to learn how to write short fics, because it was supposed to be 6k. Anyway, it is half-mythologically accurate, as I, of course, added a few changes. There's not much said in mythology about Daphne's (nymph's) character, so I played with it a bit. Enjoy!
The common truth seemed to be that Apollo had been stricken by the wicked arrow of love by Cupid himself.
During the fight of sorts, Apollo, always so proud and pugnacious, killed the serpent Python. He slew him with a thousand arrows as the beast wrought devastation across the lush lands of mankind.
And so the God defeated it grandly, with his handsome cheeks and eyes kissed by the Mother Sea itself, shining majestically beneath the golden rays of the Mediterranean sun.
The end of the story it could be, yet the God of Music and Poetry and Sun, to put it bluntly, did not know how to shush a cheeky mouth of his that boasted round and round.
One day, flushed with foolish pride, he saw a God of Love, Eros, bending his bow, arrow drawn taut. A boy of young age who seemed too sweet not to tease, and as Apollo was known for his wicked, playful mind, he poked the little divinity with a laugh.
A laugh it was supposed to be, yet he went too far.
He joked a few too many times, laughing at how Eros shouldn't handle a weapon reserved only for the truest men. After all, who killed the serpent Python if not Apollo himself?
He had every right to be arrogant, yet the Gods and Goddesses couldn't stand the wicked smirk and unwavering haughtiness that always clouded his mind. He was beautiful and sleek, yet no one on Olympus's peak could ever match his arrogance and boldness.
Apollo was powerful, yet Eros was unkind. After he poked and played and had his fun, Apollo left Eros alone in the forest, giving him no mind. He didn't know, however, that the God of Love would prove far more wicked than he had thought.
As with his hurt pride, Eros plucked a few creamy feathers from his wings and prepared two arrows. They were completely different, one creating love, the other banishing it entirely. A savage decision, truly, yet how could a prideful man of Eros's sort leave Apollo without the fruit of his wrath?
So he drew the arrow of love and shot it right through his bones. Letting it seep deep and gravely, spreading the lustful obsession of the most wicked charm. The utterly deadly one, making one obsessed and wretched over the darling of their desires.
Usually, his arrows were meant to strike those who wished to be deeply in love. Yet, as the rage was ravaging Eros's mind, he decided to make Apollo the most obsessed yet unhappy man in the entire world.
As for the other one, meant to banish the love, he shot at the daughter of the River's God.
The most beautiful nymph of all, with a face carved by the waves themselves. A chin utterly kind and cheeks wholly sweet, as eyes carried a gentleness of petals' peppered kisses. A wild birdie she was, basking carefree beneath the searing sun, as she lay and drank and danced without giving a mind to no mankind nor other little divinities. Nothing plagued her cheeky mind, and no worry could ever haunt her velvety forehead.
After all, she was the River God's most precious child, and he allowed her everything, guided by a parent's blissful love.
Her giggle bloomed in the nearby trees, and tender gaze lit the powdery midnight sky. A true beauty of utterly rare sight, so impossible it seemed too not be caught in Apollo's sight!
The God of Sun and Music and Poetry had never been in love. He enjoyed the bodily pleasures rather often, yet had never come upon a thing so deadly and wicked called love.
He knew that Gods and mortals joyed in it with the passion seething in their blood â for there were Hades and his Persephone, Aphrodite and Ares, even Orpheus and Eurydice, too, although it seemed that love of humankind was of a rather cruel sort.
Apollo, or, well, Satoru Gojo, as his true name was, never gave it much thought. The Goddesses and Gods were utterly beautiful, true, yet none of them had ever made his heart race with the swell and tenderness that all the poets wrote of.
He had never felt this tickling pinch his spine, nor the sudden blissful pain puncturing through his heart. No lover had ever bewitched his soul in an almost maddening way, and so he thought that the thing called love was simply not a part of his fate. Even if, that was rather fine too.
And yet⌠the serpents of fate are wicked.
Another summer evening it was, while Dionysus threw a joyous party as Gods usually liked to do. With wine spilling all over the golden cups and jolly laughter swirling through the tall grasses of the midnight land.
Gods there were of all sorts â trees and rivers and plants, each with loveliest offspring too, joined the grand feast.
It happened thirty moons or so before Eros shot Satoru with an arrow of maddening love. One evening, when the God who devoted his mind to no one set his eyes on⌠you.
A Goddess? Dearests, no.
As if you were the Goddess, he would fear that Aphrodite, driven by jealousy, would quickly pluck your eyes out. For the moment you entered the banquet held on the hidden beach, where waves rolled in deep foams, and moonlight spilt its cold kisses onto the heavy stones, Satoru needed to hold his breath.
This feeling, which he had read â written â about so often, suddenly bloomed in the swells of his heart. His hand flew towards his chest, crumpling the ivory tunic that covered the sizzling skin. His mind was struck, as if by a trickery spell, making him lose interest in the men and women chirping by his side.
The lyre in his hands felt heavy as he plucked the crystal strings, producing an unpleasant tone. But how could he not, if his eyes were devouring a beauty he'd never seen before?
And that evening, he followed you like a lost pup. With an ocean gaze lingering longer on the swells of your body, wrapped in a flimsy dress, and on your sweet cheeks, giggling foxily as the salty breeze smooched them. The flicker of the candles peppering long tables cast a lovely flame upon your skin, basking it in gold and warmth, as he imagined licking it clean.
Satoru Gojo was a poet too. A God of Poetry, after all, yet his mind was miserably empty whenever he tried to put your beauty into words. No one had ever shone brighter than you, and no giggle forced this weird, foreign feeling to seep through the marrow of his ribcage.
He was always responsible for the music and jolly, while his dearest friend Dionysus spilt the wine into guests' cups. The merry atmosphere tickled him in a pleasant way, and the mere thought of going back to one of his temples with a few little birdies forced a cheeky smile upon his brazen lips.
The women, Goddesses, and little divinities who didn't wish to be smooched by Satoru's muscular arms were indeed few. Yet the nymph who bewitched his mind in the utmost wretched way didn't bestow him with lovely eyes even once.
Dionysus noticed Apollo's frown crumbling, so he jumped to his side with a whisper, "Hm, isn't she your type, my dearest God?"
Satoru glanced at the slyness on Suguru's lips and bit the inside of his soft cheek. "That's the problem. And yet it seems I'm not quite hers."
Suguru pushed a raven lock of his hair back behind his ear, and lavender eyes oogled your giggling body with a slight grin. "Do you wish me to give her a bit of my special wine?"
The special wine was simply spiked with an aphrodisiac. Some Gods loved to use it to heighten their own sexual pleasure, while others too⌠made the object of their desires a bit mellow. A bit more balmy and sweet, and so Satoru already imagined your body melting beneath his fingers as he held it dearly within his delicate grasp.
Feeding you the special wine would be easy. And yet, Satoru didn't wish to be a bastard.
"Oh, but you are," Suguru chuckled, sensing the thought in his friend's mind. "I don't think there's any God more selfish than you."
Satoru knew it was the truth, for his character was rather⌠oh well⌠let's simply say he wasn't known to be the kindest and most lovable pick among the women. The most beautiful one? Surely. The best in offering sexual pleasures? Indeed. Yet he was the most arrogant bastard on the Mountain's peak, and every creature living beneath the Midetarrean sun knew of it far and well.
You most likely knew it too, so that's why the stars bouncing off your eyes did not look his way even for a second.
His head fell against Suguru's shoulder, the heavy wine coating his tongue with a sweet taste. His mind buzzed with a clash of drunken and desperate thoughts, a pulsing desire already flowing like liquid through his veins.
"I want to approach her in a nice way," he muttered, feeling Suguru's body tremble with wicked laughter.
"You can only dream, my God. She had rejected all attempts to woo her. The men and the Gods were rebuffed before they could grasp the weight of her eyes," Suguru hummed, feeling Satoru's head suddenly grow heavy on his shoulder.
"Is it her father's fault?"
Suguru shook his head. "The River God wishes for nothing more than to see his grandchildren's blooming cheeks. It's she who sniffs at all her suitors. After all, she is a virgin huntress, bound by Artemis's chastity laws." Satoru's head grew heavier. "You'd better forget about her, my God."
But how could he! His heart raced for no one but her. And even if she was a virgin beauty, Satoru didn't mind it at all, for he truly believed in the power of his charming soul. The arrogant confidence of the Sun God was truly impossible to dim!
And so that evening, Apollo decided to fulfil your father's deepest wish and become a man worthy of his daughter's hand. The one who would turn the virgin huntress into his most delicate, lovely petal.
At first, he began strolling around the meadows you usually spent your time in. Where the river curved and bent like a serpent's snake, and crystal droplets smooched your body, immersing you deep. You often sat with other sisters, and Satoru would approach you all with his foxed smile, dripping with a few sweetish words about your utter charm.
The other nymphs giggled, blushing gently at the lyricism spilling from his lips, as if the words of the most passionate, heart-throbbing kind were meant for them indeed. They looked at your unfazed face with a sly smile, knowing that their sister would reject Apollo's advances as she did with all her other suitors.
The Sun God knelt on the riverbank, looking down at your naked body hidden beneath the water's gentle swells. He could see nothing but the swell of your breasts, with perked nipples smooched by the river's kisses. You were meant to stay a virgin, true, but no one said you couldn't use the charms of yours to make the men spill miserably right beneath your feet.
So you glanced, for the first time, at God's idyllic face and waved your hand with a soft sigh. "I don't need your courtship, my God. There's nothing you can say that will force my mind to change. And to answer the question you most anticipate â no, I won't marry you."
Other suitors would back away instantly, feeling the intimidating air your glance carried across the lush plains. Your head tilted wickedly, lips curving into a playful beam, as if you knew the wretched state you always left them in.
Because a man's nature was to challenge his luck. Who didn't think that maybe their fate would be to change the virgin's mind? As all of them thought of you as the gentle, timid petal, not knowing that the virgin huntress was indeed a true beast hidden beneath the loveliest female cheeks!
But the Apollo, of course, couldn't be more turned on by your harsh rejection. The truth was that he almost didn't hear a word. No, instead he focused on the way your lips curved into a tricky smile. How crystalline droplets clung to your half-dipped breasts, with liquid sun spilling all over your warm skin. He traced them one by one, dripping from the damp hair and down the chest. His eyes seemed to be enamoured by your heavy gaze, slightly squinted and teasing, as if you already knew that your rejection would pinch his wretched heart.
And so a truthful, "My Goddess, you're ethereally beautiful with this wrath-wrinkle of yours," fell with his deep, obsessed sigh.
The nymphs gasped, covering their lips with gentle hands. Their mingling eyes glanced between your squinted gaze and the God's wretched sigh, as they awaited how this concern would unfold.
"I'm not a Goddess, and I don't need your praise," you said, your voice dripping with disinterest. "Find yourself another muse, my God. There's no need to waste your precious time on a simple nymph."
You bounced off the river's edge and swam to the other one, where the Sun God knelt. With the golden halo smooching his pale cheeks and ivory tunic crumpling on muscular shoulders. Feet clad in long, serpent sandals, golden laurel laying high on frosted head.
You've seen men of his sort, yet he was the first to look down on you with such a wretched gaze. Like a doomed lover, trapped in a circle of unrequited love, as if his heart had never swelled for any beauty but your gentlest soul.
He watched you carefully as you swam his way, unhurriedly, slowly. Water flowed over your body in soft waves, and warm wind shook the sole strings of your hair as it fell.
Your arms rested on the lush grass as you looked up at him through a curtain of wet lashes. "My God, I think it's time for you to go."
Satoru smiled â foxily, slyly, yet truthfully â before his hand reached out to cup your lovely cheek. You quickly pulled back, letting the tips of his fingers only catch a whisper of your soft lips.
His head tilted, a few creamy strands falling loosely over his straight brows. "I don't wish to hurt you, my Goddess." He grabbed the hem of his tunic. "I simply hope you'll grant me a chance."
He was kneeling, propping himself on his toes, as his fingers itched to grab a single lock of yours.
"I won't. I pledged Artemis my virginity. I'm a huntress, not your silly muse. Leave this place, or you'll taste the blood of my arrows."
And these words had indeed been bold, as all three realms of this world knew that no man had been more skilful in archery than Apollo himself.
If anyone else had spoken them in such a daring manner, the wrath of Apollo would bring painful consequences.
Yet when he heard it in this lovely yet viper-like tone of yours, a shiver ran down his spine. His hair stood on end as if electrified, and an ethereal aura smouldering around his figure suddenly intensified.
He wasn't afraid, oh surely no.
But rather, the swelling enamour, pinching his fingertips, washed over his heart. Your wicked personality wasn't an issue of any sort, but rather made the Sun God burn with an unexplainable desire. Heat that seeped down to his loins as he took a whistling breath.
"My Goddess, do you know who you're threatening to?"
You knew, of course, yet the urge to play with his boastful ego suddenly proved stronger than the choice to simply leave him be. You've met men like him before â too proud, too arrogant, the ones who'd never heard the word no. Yet of all you'd rejected, Apollo â Satoru Gojo â was the worst of all.
He was the Sun God, after all, who took satisfaction in the fact that the world, indeed, revolved around him. A personification of vanity and smugness, surpassing even Narcissus's pompous pride.
He knew what spell his wicked beauty cast over the nymph's petal cheeks. He knew the virgin maiden would fall for him most pitiably, needing only a single glance from his lustful eyes. His touch was soft, and his hands roamed over the women's tender bodies in the most loving way, yet never leaving them with the true tenderness that should fill his heart.
Satoru Gojo was a simple scum you wished to have nothing to do with. A cheeky smile tugged at your lips as you rested your arms on the river's edge and lifted half your body out of the water.
He didn't try to hide the ocean gaze, immediately snapping down towards your perked nipples, with crystal droplets dripping down the lush glass. Your head tilted, eyes turning kitty-like, as the blessed kisses of sunshine, of his sun, peppered your wet cheeks.
"To just yet another miserable man," fell almost mockingly, prompting a sudden movement around his hips. You've noticed it, and so you turned your lips into a disgusted grimace. "Go away, my God, and know my mercy. I won't be that nice next time."
You fully lifted yourself from the water, standing next to his kneeling body, naked. His gaze followed up your thighs, the mound of your pussy, the plush of your belly, tracing every crystalline line carving into your body. When it finally met your eyes, his throat bobbed.
"My Goddess, you're truly underestimating my feelings for you."
A scoff slipped past your lips as your eyes rolled. "For the God of Poetry, I expected more flowery words."
And so, ignoring whether he wished to say anything next, you simply passed him by. Going deeper into the woods, leaving the Sun God with nothing but the lingering fragrance of your blooming skin in the air, and the painfully, wickedly wretched pleasure bubbling in his loins.
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You truly thought that he would give up.
That the Sun God, like any other man, wouldn't wish to pursue a woman who looked at him with nothing but a deep scowl between her beautiful brows.
And yet, for the next thirty moons, he always seemed to be there. Somewhere around, following you like a shadow, with eyes and lips and mind always speaking loudly, giving you neither peace nor serenity among the quiet fields of your home.
Whenever you went hunting, his arrows sliced through the air faster than yours, striking the animals and beasts with power that crumbled the heavens themselves, and a gasp always slipped past your lips.
Quiet, voiceless, yet somehow leaving you speechless upon seeing the strength the Sun God possessed.
He found you every single day, appearing like a spectre by the riverbank, a bow slung over his muscular shoulder, gold and softly feathered, mingling beneath the rising sun.
"Where are we going today, my Goddess?" He jumped to your side with a smile, immediately sniffing the fresh, flowery scent that clung to your sparkling hair.
You gave him no mind, simply following deeper into the warm, moist woods. The sun was barely high, and so you watched the trees wake from the slumber's tight arms.
"I'm going for breakfast, and you can do whatever you want."
Yet you knew that no matter how mundane your day was, Satoru Gojo would follow you nonstop. Just to steal a glance at your lips as you wrapped them around the orange's sweetest juice, the sugary stickiness dripping down your blooming cheeks. To watch the way your back bent whenever you drew yet another deadly arrow. How muscles beneath your flimsy tunic worked, and the sweat bubbled at the back of your neck as he traced it with a hungry gaze.
A few weeks had to pass before you started to tolerate his daily company.
He still acted bold and proud, often boasting like a peacock right in front of your irritated eyes, yet tried to keep his hands away, even though you'd noticed how his fingers curled whenever your tunic brushed their tips.
But then one day⌠something had changed.
You didn't know what, but well, he did.
Eros's wicked arrow had struck his bones, making his gut leak with maddening love. He was aware of the wretched ache in his heart, yet only after being struck by a love-spell of sorts did something beastly unlock in his mind.
As for the arrow meant to banish love, Eros shot it towards Apollo's dearest one. As all the Gods on Olympus already knew of his wretched state, Eros played his dirty trick, ensuring that the sweetest nymph would never glance at Apollo again.
But⌠well. A man in such haunting love is truly a hellish creature himself.
When the love-bound arrow struck his back, he took it with a wicked pleasure. Yet, when he saw another one flying boldly towards the curve of yours, he grabbed it swiftly, before the leaking peak could ever brush your skin.
It was a sudden movement as he stepped closer, his hand shooting toward something over your shoulder.
It happened yet another day, as you both walked the serpentine paths through his temple's lush garden. There's a little cove I wish to show you. How about a quick dip? After spending a month in his presence, you sighed and nodded, as nothing gave you more wicked pleasure than seeing him lose his mind at the sight of your naked body in fresh mountain waters.
And so, while your tunic fell to the ground and a warm wind brushed your hair with a soft tickle, he suddenly stepped closer.
Too close. Before a sudden crack of splintering wood sounded behind you, he drew an arrow, his long fingers clenching it.
"What is it?" you furrowed, looking at the long wooden arrow crushed in his strong grip.
He threw it to the side, taking the ivory tunic off his body. "Nothing, probably someone's lost arrow. Give it no mind."
But how could you, when something deep in your chest panged? You were a huntress, after all, so how could you not notice an arrow slashing at your side? There was never a moment when you would let your guard down, and yet, being in Satoru's presence somehow pulled a blissful laziness to seep into your mind.
He was always there â looking, watching, carefully observing each of your moves. Swooshing away a few men who dared to approach your side while he kept his eyes on you for too long.
To tear their limbs apart and unleash plagues across their lands with a single arrow. Something⌠you didn't know about, since there was no need to trouble your sweet mind. To reveal a sinister side of him that would shatter the gradually improving image you held of him.
His mind was already wicked. Heart wrenched by the pull of love so strong that it seeped into him from the inside. So the moment the love arrow struck his back, the feelings he had tried to keep within his heart suddenly burst with brutish, uncontrollable force.
He simply needed to make you his.
So you hummed softly, taking the first step into the little cove, with water slipping in from the nearby sea. A crisp chill hugged your limbs as you took a deep breath.
He watched you with a smile before dipping into the water too. "Rather good, isn't it?"
You nodded, leaning your arms over one of the sizzling stones. "Mhm."
Your bashful eyes roved over his ethereal body, lingering a moment longer on the broad, muscular back and meaty thighs. A warmth seeped through your loins, so you quickly looked away.
But he saw it. Of course he did, and so his body drifted a little closer, just to feel the saltiness wrapping your skin. Your hair fell loosely over your wet shoulder, and warmth crept up your soft neck.
The slight ache from the morning's hunt still pinched your muscles, so you turned to him again, only to see that he had suddenly come far too close.
A soft cough escaped your throat as you pressed yourself closer to the stone. "Could you, hm, give me a quick massage, my God?"
Satoru chuckled. "A massage? Is that how you wish to use the powerful Sun God?"
A scoff slipped past your lips as you turned back and rested your cheek against the warm stone. With eyes slightly lidded, you knew he, anyway, would give you whatever you wanted.
"Is there anything else you're good for?" A cheeky question slipped past your lips, followed by a low sigh.
He stood mere millimetres from your arched back, and the heat radiating from his body was smouldering your drenched skin. Long, thick fingers settled gently on your shoulders before he began pressing the muscles. Your body melted beneath his strong touch, and your mind went all fuzzy â nothing but soft moans and sighs would fill the little, hidden cove.
"I'm sure you can find a few things you could make good use of," his voice dripped with seduction, tickling your hair-covered cheeks.
A tsk fell past your lips. "You have only filth in your mind."
Well, how could he not? When your back arched so deliciously, with water hugging solely your slightly dipped hips? He could see the swell of your ass almost brushing his thighs, and if he took a little step forward, the tip of his leaking cock would surely brush your skin.
It was a blessing that you lay pressed to the stone in a blissfully unaware state, not knowing that the Sun God was going through pure torture right behind your back. With the fat, long cock sticking to his abdomen, little pearls of precum dripping down the veiny curve.
"You make me act filthy, my Goddess."
A month ago, you would have smacked his cheek and left him be. But now, with his fingers digging deep into the muscles of your back, a lovely laugh slipped past your lips.
"It's a pity I'm a wretched virgin, hm?" You straightened your spine, as if trying to give him a better view. "My God, you truly have extraordinary restraint."
Oh, how he loved this cheeky side of yours. The pure filth spilling from your virgin lips, eyes taking on a nasty look whenever you caught him staring at your nipples peeking through the tunic. The way you always undressed yourself in front of him without blushing like a birdie, taking full pleasure in the fact that he couldn't touch you as he wished.
Who said that a virgin should be timid and cowardly? If you could keep your chastity while still enjoying the wretched state you put men in?
And which God would be more fun to tease than the one who slipped through numerous affairs?
Satoru hummed, pressing your back a little harder. Slipping lower, and lower, through your ribcage and waist, rolling the little dimples just above your hips. "Have I? I'm afraid this restraint might one day snap."
A shudder ran down your spine as you tried to keep your head steady. Your bow lay still on the river's bank, and if he tried to misbehave even a bit, you would simply shoot him clean.
And yet, your hips rolled, as if trying to chase the pleasure his touch gave. "I'll be there when it happens." You looked over your shoulder, not missing the squint he gave you⌠"And I'll make sure to bring you to your senses," âŚand the reddened tip sticking to his hips. "I think you might wish to take care of it. Maybe with one of your muses?"
Or whores, as you actually wanted to say.
His cock trembled as you looked at it, and Satoru could only chuckle. Nastily, mischievously, with the fingers pulling your hips a bit closer. Yet not close enough for your wet pussy to feel the meaty shaft graze her lips.
"You are my muse, Goddess," he leaned closer, his warm breath brushing your cheeks. "Do you wish to hear the poems I've written about you?"
The sizzling sun licked your spine, eyes followed as his plush lips leaned to your ear. "Are they as filthy as your mind?"
He nodded, fingers slipping down towards the swell of your hips. Rolling deep circles, loosening the tightness in your muscles. "How could they not?" Snowy hair almost tickled your ear. "Who do you think I pleasure myself to? You may be a virgin, my Goddess, but I have my needs too."
With a sudden movement, he flipped you over, pressing your back to the warm stone. His thick cock stuck to the white trail of his abdomen, yet still not touching your dripping cunt.
You may've pledged chastity, yet you couldn't control your body's simple needs.
"You can't do anything to me," you said, yet something in your voice quivered.
His head tilted wickedly, and his eyes shone as he gripped the fat shaft. "But you can watch, hm?" A thumb swirled over the pearly tip, smearing the sticky cum over the reddened head. "Or is it also against your chastity?"
Maybe it was. Yet your head shook as back pressed closer to the stone. The water swelled over your hips, leaving your breasts bare to his starving gaze.
"Hm, thought so." His fingers slipped to your cheek, brushing a few wet locks away. "My Goddess, you truly are a wicked creature."
Pleasure, distress, haunting desire clashed with each other in your mind, yet your body froze in place. Lips fell only slightly open, eyes bulging like porcelain plates, seeing the fatness he gripped. Leaking with creamy droplets of precum, soaking his long fingers and veiny thickness.
Saying he was large would be an understatement.
Something in your belly squeezed, imagining his bulging head hit the deepestâ
"Stop," the word slipped out in a shudder as you turned your head away. With warm cheeks and a trembling lip, as if the Sun God's look of himself pleasuring himself solely on your blooming face were against every pledge you had made. "Go and find one of your filthy muses."
Satoru chuckled before his fingers pinched your chin, turning your head back. He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing yours. "I can't think of anyone but you, my Goddess. Look what a wretched man I am because of you." His thumb brushed your lower lip, then slipped boldly onto your tongue. "Do you truly wish to put your Sun God through such a torâ"
Yet before he could finish, your hand met his cheek. A slap bounced off the water, turning his face left. To bring it back to face your wrath, you slapped it again.
His creamy face bloomed like the softest rose, and a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine. Excitement pinched his heart as fingers clenched around the fat shaft with a low, groany moan.
He bit the inside of his cheek, looking down at your face, burning with rage. "Slap me again, my Goddess, and I'll make you arch that pretty ass of yours for me again."
You didn't know where this sudden change had come from, yet the man standing in front of you was not the one who had pestered you for the past thirty moons.
No, as Satoru Gojo, who now stood mere millimetres from your body, with his musky scent clouding you tight and his fat cock trembling at the sheer look of yours â look much, much madder.
Wretched, obsessed, with the flame dancing behind his watery eyes and a wicked smile tugging at his rosy lips
Another shiver ran down your spine when he started pumping his shaft faster. Smearing the creamy cum all over the bulging veins, throwing his head back yet still following the gentle rise of your trembling breasts.
The rage bubbled beneath your heart, and a tiny thread of heat smouldered on your cheeks. He leaned a bit closer, and closer, and closer, until his forehead rested against your shoulder. He didn't touch you in any other way, yet the sole impact left you breathless.
"My Goddess, you smell so good," he took a deep breath close to your neck, letting another groan escape his lips. "So delicious, ah, I can only imagine how sweet the scent is down there."
A shuddered breath escaped your tightened throat, feeling his muscular, massive body looming over yours like a deathly threat. Long fingers pumped his cock faster, breathless moans hit your drenched skin, before he finally stilled.
With the gentle, petal kiss upon your shoulder and his cheek nuzzling against your skin.
Something warm spilt over your belly. And you didn't need to look down to know what it would be.
"You're disgusting," fell in pure wrath, as you pushed him away. "Nothing but filthy scum. I hope this satisfied your hunger, because the next time I see you, my God, not even your wicked arrows will be able to save you from my rage."
You left the water with a shuddering, vexing tremor washing over your spine, and this little, agonisingly rubbing feeling that spilt hotly all over your mind.
Satoru followed your body with a slick smile, the saltiness of your skin still tasting heavy on his lips.
The Sun God was of a cunning nature. Wicked and wrathful, always doing things one way. His way.Â
Three weeks had passed before he had a chance to see you again.
His heart heaved in agony as he couldn't find you anywhere. As always, he came at the first break of day to join you on the morning hunt, but you simply weren't there. Waiting for him with a scowl, yet still giggling at all his foolish jokes and accepting a bit of help.
He was waiting by the river's bank from morning till night, yet you hadn't appeared even once. As if the waves themselves had trapped you beneath the surface.
He asked around â the nymphs, the Goddesses, the plains â yet everyone said they hadn't seen you for days. Or maybe they simply lied to him, as you couldn't simply disappear.
And so for the next three weeks, he walked through the lands like a shadow. He barely enjoyed anyone's company, sitting in his temple only to get drunk on the sweetest wine, letting his creamy skin be scorched beneath his own, merciless sun. A shadow of a man he was, as his heart simply couldn't bear the separation you imposed with such anger.
After two weeks, he met his twin sister, Artemis, to whom you pledged your chastity. He loved his sister dearly and knew her like the back of his hand. Thus, with a single glance, he could tell she knew everything that had happened between the two of you.
And based on her furrowed forehead and tsk that fell when she saw his grinning face entering her temple â she wasn't happy.
"I won't tell you where she is," she murmured, brushing her long, creamy hair aside as she enjoyed the warm kisses in the sun.
She lay on the sofa by her pool, with nothing but a long tunic gently wrapped around her body. Satoru hung over her wrinkled forehead and pressed a finger to satin skin. "My sister, such a beautiful woman you are, and yet you always seem so angry."
Shihori smacked his hand, glancing up at his brother with the same blue eyes. "Because you always make me angry, fool."
Satoru lifted her legs and rested them on his thighs as he joined her on the sofa. "Tell me where she is."
Shihori couldn't care less about her brother's wicked wish, so she shook her head. "You know she pledged her virginity, hm?"
Satoru hummed, playing with the long tunic as he brushed his sister's ankles. "I do."
"So you also must know what will happen if she breaks her vow?"
Of course he knew. That's why he came here.
"What if I told you I love her?" he asked, drawing his sister's attention. "I want to make her my wife. Give her to me, and I promise I will be in your debt forever."
Shihori propped herself up on elbows, letting long white hair brush her rosy cheeks. She was as beautiful as her younger brother â by a minute only. Possessing the same archery skill and a power that trembled the heavens.
With a slim chin and wicked eyes, matching the proudish smile. Strong and bold, with neatly carved muscles bulging beneath her satin skin and an authoritative tone that always made Satoru slightly squirm. But she was his older sister, after all, so how could he not feel the utter love and respect for the same blood?
"And why would I do that?" Shihori lifted her straight brow. "Why would I change my rules for this little nymph?"
"Because you love me," Satoru grinned. "And I suppose it would be rather proper to remind you that enjoying women's company also counts as losing one's virginity. My dearest virgin-goddess sister."
Shihori squinted, kicking his side with her foot. "Whatever I do with my nymphs is none of your business."
Satoru grabbed her ankle before biting her big toe, just as he used to tease her when they were children.
"I suppose some Gods would be interested in how the protector of young women and their virginity fucks with her dearest followers," he chuckled as she kicked him again. "You're no better than me, my sister. The same scum-blood runs in our veins. So let me have her, and I won't say a word."
Shihori glared at him. Morality and the need to give her little brother everything were clearly at war in her mind before she waved her hand and lay back down.
"Fine, I won't punish her. Just don't do anything stupid," she laughed, feeling Satoru's sweet kiss on her cheek. "She'll join another feast in a week. Just wait for her there. Oh, and bring me some of this Suguru's special wine."
Satoru tilted his head, another wicked grin already tugging at his lips. He knew his sister wasn't the saint everyone took her for, yet he had no idea how coy she was.
"And what do you need an aphrodisiac-spiked wine for?"
She opened one eye, shooting a set of daggers straight at his heart. But before another bark could pass her plush lips, Satoru chuckled once again. "Ah, what was this rumour, hmâŚ" His eyes gleamed with a foul grin.
"What rumour?" Shihori asked through her teeth, yet the rosy warmth hit her cheeks.
Satoru stood up from the sofa, giving his muscular back a long, groany stretch. He scratched his chin before looking over his shoulder towards his sister. Oh, her anger only fueled his playful mind.
"Nothing, just that our dearest stepmother has been surprisingly benevolent lately," he observed, another wave of warmth wrapping around her neck. "I suppose it's because Hera truly enjoys the company of her stepdaughter. I wonder what makes her so happy that even Zeus no longer gets scolded for all his affairs."
Shihori slipped a pillow from beneath her head and threw it at his head. "Go out, before I change my mind!"
And so he left, with a crackling chuckle bouncing off the temple's walls and his older sister burning from embarrassment.
Yet now, with his sister's blessing, there was nothing that could stop him from pursuing your love.
And so he knew that the next time you met, he would make you his, whether you liked it or not.
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The moon spilt coldly over the feast's heavy tables as the Gods and Goddesses gathered around the flickering candles. The night was warm, as the summer breeze tickled the cheerful cheeks of the giggling nymphs, who listened to Satoru playing soft harp tunes.
An ivory tunic, as always, fell down his muscular shoulders, as the moon spilt dripping kisses on the lightened side of his face.
Finger played softly through the harp's gentle strings, yet lingered on your laughing cheeks. Something panged deep in his chest at how carefree you were with other divinities. You sipped your wine without giving Satoru much thought, as if you hadn't disappeared from Earth for the past three weeks.
Your laugh sliced sweetly through the air, tickling his ears. He desperately tried to force eye contact, yet you gave him nothing but the lovely side of your cheek.
An irritated tsk escaped his lips, an unpleasant anger bubbling deep in his chest. A few Gods approached you with a smile, forcing another wave of rage to wash over Satoru's spine.
Before he could step in, seeing how you slowly warmed yourself to some small God's side, a low, chuckling whistle slashed through the air.
"It seems like things didn't work your way," Suguru said, brushing Satoru's arm with his. "What? She rejected you?"
Satoru sighed, rolling his tense shoulders. "She's just a little nervous."
Suguru squinted his lavender eyes, clearly dissatisfied with such a roundabout answer. Raven hair tickled Satoru's cheek as he tilted his head. Satoru rarely saw his friend concerned with anyone but him, yet his forehead furrowed with a gentle wrinkle.
"Give her some of this wine," Satoru mumbled.
Suguru drew in a long breath, shooting his head towards Satoru. "But you saidâ"
He started, but Satoru quickly added. "I know what I said." He bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes squinting furiously. "Give her a little. Just to soothe her a bit."
Suguru chuckled, hitting his friend's back. "As you wish, my God."
"Ah, also, prepare a bit for Shihori."
Looking over his shoulder, Suguru rolled a laugh. "Your sister? What does she need it for?"
Satoru gestured with his chin towards the start of the table, where three of the brothers and their wives sat among the elite. With Persephone straddling Hades's hips, a quiet goddess wrapped around Poseidon's arm, and Hera⌠sitting utterly bored and giving Zeus's drunken laugh no mind.
Suguru followed his gaze before a devilish laugh escaped his throat. "Don't tell me she fucks with the queen mother herself?"
Satoru crossed his arms over his broad chest and let out a soft hum. Suguru tilted his head, admiring Hera's gentle cheeks. "Well, she's quite beautiful. No wonder she's stopped going crazy over Zeus's affairs lately."
Satoru watched as his friend took another pot of wine before rejoining the Gods. His golden tongue whispered the sweetest secrets, and the divinities laughed and blushed beneath Dionysus's soothing lines. After all, a God of Laughter, Wine and Theatre, he knew exactly how to play on people's minds.
You weren't an exception. As he approached and wrapped his arms around you and your friend, a gentle laugh made your eyes lift. Satoru bit the inside of his cheek, catching Suguru's sly glance, while his fingers clenched around your soft arm.
But still, he poured you another cup of the sweetest wine, watching you close as you took a sip. And another, another, another, before humming softly about how delicious it tastes.
A few minutes passed before something warm began to spill across your chest. A kind of fog clouded your mind â sweet and gentle, yet sizzling like the sun.
The nymph sitting right next to you grabbed your arm, looking at your hottish face with a furrow. "Hey, are you okay? Do you need some water?"
You drew in a sharp breath, feeling her cold skin against yours. Your head shook as a soft "I'm fine" barely passed your lips.
Excusing yourself, you rose from the chair and headed to a quieter part of the beach, where gentle waves lapped inside the small cove. Surrounded by the forest and shielded by tall trees, the spot offered a peaceful retreat. The salty breeze gently touched your cheeks, while your throat felt parched, and you scratched it with long nails.
The fog clouding your head was getting thicker, denser, spreading all over your body till the fingertips tingled with a pinching pleasure.
Something wet dripped down your inner thighs, and as you hid yourself behind a tree and slipped a hand beneath the long dress, you felt the stickiness coating your sizzling skin. But more so⌠the moment your finger brushed your swollen folds, a low bounce of the softly rolling waves.
"Fuck," slipped in a whisper, as you felt the burning pleasure fill your lower belly.
You looked around, seeing that neither mortal nor God peered into the little cove. The bay seemed completely private, with nothing but moonlight spilling onto the smooth sand and soft whispers rolling off the crystal waves.
You took a deep breath, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together. Just to feel a faint friction, yet too embarrassed to slip your finger up again.
You've never felt it before. This⌠sensation.
Pleasure.
Or maybe you did, yet your mind refused to accept that Apollo, or Satoru Gojo, was the only man who woke a dangerous flame deep in your chest.
Maybe you simply wished to forget about the warmth that boiled deep within your lower belly when his muscular body stood right in front of yours. The look on his handsome face, lost in utter pleasure, and his long fingers wrapped around his filthy cock.
You tried not to think of it again, as the moment the image of his shaft slipped again into your mind, another moany sigh rolled past your lips. Your pussy clenched around nothing, letting another batch of stickiness coat your thighs. Trickling down the skin, till you've noticed a little, wet drop landing on the sand.
"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck," you cried, feeling the burning sensation pinch your skin harder. Perking your nipples, softening your body, as if preparing you to accept the pleasure that needed to be spilt.
Bracing yourself against the stony wall, you took a few steps. On trembling legs, you felt the weakness slowly seep into your marrow. You walked slowly, trying to go deeper into the nearby forest, just to reach the river.
Somewhere safe.
You moved slowly, with wetness dripping down your legs and heavy breaths escaping your burning lungs. Your eyes were misty, nearly teary, as the feverish, floral heat enveloped your entire body.
Waves rolled past your bare feet, sandals long forgotten somewhere in the back. Your burning body couldn't bear the dress clinging to your skin, so you began to undress unconsciously.
One cloth after another, before falling down your knees, to crawl towards the river's banks.
"Do you need help, my Goddess?"
Someone's voice filled your balmy mind.
No, not someone's.
His.
Of the God whom you wished to see the last, as the sole fragrance of his skin pinched your senses in an utmost sinful way.
And, oh, he must've watched you now in such an embarrassing stance!
Kneeling with your sizzling body, you shed the sea-drenched dress behind you. The intense desire overwhelmed your reason as you presented yourself fully before his daring gaze.
"Go away," you barely breathed. "You can't see me in such a state."
But Satoru merely chuckled before you heard his heavy footsteps coming your way. Ocean eyes hummed at all the garments you'd left behind before settling on your clenched thighs and slightly arched back as you tried to crawl towards the nearest river.
He squinted, seeing the wetness dripping down your thighs and a gentle shimmer from your swollen pussy.
"My Goddess, it seems that you do feel unwell," He chuckled, taking another step your way. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Your head shook as you tried to crawl faster, only to get away from him as fast as you could. An attempt to stand up ended in a miserable fall onto the sand, drawing a soft giggle from Satoru's lips. He knelt by your side, brushing away a few strands of hair sticking to your cheeks.
"Oh my," he hummed, seeing the utter loveliness of your drugged face.
With cheeks sweet as fresh cherries and eyes softened by an alluring scowl. A gentle pout tugged at your lips as you unconsciously nuzzled against his skin. Another hand cupped your cheek as he held your face in a possessive grip. His big thumbs, tight yet delicate, brushed your skin.
"What is it, my Goddess?" He whispered, allowing a lenient sigh to spill past your lips. "What happened here, hm? Are you a bit too drunk?"
You nodded, thinking of nothing but the pleasant grip of his fingers.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were slowly giving in.
A miserable attempt to push him away ended solely with you even more pathetically landing on the soft sand. Your back hit it with a dull thud, as Satoru placed his fingers on your knees. Thumb rolled gently in circles, as if he knew how much pleasure your body took from each brush of his skin.
"Say it," he muttered, leaning closer. Plush lips brushed one of your knees, eyes never leaving your fogged face. "Say that you want me to help you, my Goddess. I know how to make you feel good."
Oh, and you knew too, which is why your knees tried to close again. But his grip was too strong, and he brutally forced them forward, folding you in half.
With your bare pussy dripping filthy onto the sand and perked nipples waiting to be softly brushed by his thumb.
The moonlight kissed his handsome, sharp side as he leaned in once again. To hang right over your face, observing with wicked pleasure the tears forming beneath your lids. As if he could see the fuzzy mess of your mind, with morality and a simple, human need drawing a brutal tight.
"I c-can't," you mumbled, feeling the heat drip down your tongue. It felt much heavier than before, barely touching your feverish roof. "Stop, I can't, the chastityâ"
"Shhh," Satoru cooed, pressing your thighs to your chest. Till the swell of your ass glued off the drenched sand. "Artemis will forgive you."
His nose traced the plush of your cheek. Lips peppering your skin softly, leaving traces down your chin. His tongue swirled sweetly around one of your nipples, through the burning neck, perked breasts.
You wished to fight it â you truly did, yet a sugary moan slipped past your lips.
"No, sheâah!" you cried, as he softly bit your nipple.
"It's alright, my Goddess. Don't resist it," he murmured, with one hand feeling your breasts as his lips traced a path down your body. He gently bit, grazed, and nipped your skin before resting his cheek against your mound. "Allow me to take care of you. Just say you want it," he whispered, as his finger rolled your nipple, causing another cry to escape your lips.
"I'm a v-virgin, waitâŚ" Your hand landed on Satoru's head, tugging softly on his hair.
Satoru groaned, feeling your gentle finger scratch his scalp. "I'll take good care of you. It won't hurt, I promise," he mumbled right into the drenched mound of your cunt, as the fragrance of sugary juices already hit his senses. "Fuck, my Goddess. Just let me have a taste. I won't put it inâŚ" promise?
You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling his warm breath almost brush your core. Not quite, yet the mere sight of him, lying so handsomely between your thighs, was enough to force a nod.
A nod, which would never happen if your mind wasn't on the verge of spilling. If your body wasn't melting beneath his touch, thighs spreading even wider, just to open your cunt to his starving mouth.
It was utterly embarrassing, humiliating, mostly sinful act and yet⌠when his tongue finally licked the juices off your clit, a shuddering moan bounced off the cove's stones.
He didn't waste a time, pushing the drenched muscle right inside your spasming cunt. Slurping, ravishing on the waves of wetness that spilt from your hole in unnaturally large bursts. Droplet after droplet, trickling down his chin and landing softly on the sand.
"My Goddess, fuck, I knew you would taste so good," he slurred, letting your juices stick to his lips. "My sweetest love, mhm, I was waiting a month for you."
Your fingers clenched around his hair as you tried to slightly pull him back. "W-wait, that'sânghhhâtoo much, my God!"
Your body had always been much weaker than his, but now, with neediness running through your blood, it seemed impossible to do anything but allow yourself to be wrapped in his lips.
He took your hand, slipping it down your belly. Down to your clenching cunt, only to press your two fingers against the swollen clit.
"Do you feel it, my Goddess?" He chuckled, looking up at your warm cheeks. "Do you feel how wet you are? That's what you wanted to take away from me."
He directed your pads to press softly, pinchily, till another moan spilt past your lips. His tongue slurping on your tight core, fingers of one hand rolling your nipples. Squeezing the plush breasts, till a painful pleasure tickled your spine.
And the other handâŚ
"Wait!" You screamed, quickly catching his wrist. "N-no penetration⌠justâŚ" Oh dearest, how embarrassing it was to say out loud! "⌠use your tongue. I can't lose my virginity."
My sweet foolish nymph, Satoru thought, before an innocent, "Of course, my Goddess," fell past his plush lips.
The waves and waves of ethereal pleasure washed over your spine as he devoured your sweet pussy with a starving need. Nose all glued with your juices, cheeks nastily squeezed by your trembling thighs, tongue working on your clit and hole, trying to stretch her as much as he could.
His creamy forehead furrowed with a wrinkle, brows tight, as you pushed a few soft strands of his hair away.
"My God, please t-take a breath," you cried, yet the spilling lustfulness seeped like a flame through your skin. "I'mâmhmmât-there's somethingâŚ" Before you could point at your lower belly, his hand pressed right there.
Squeezing your little pouch, as if trying to feel the slick, filthy cum splashing beneath your skin.
"You need to cum, my Goddess," he mumbled drunkenly, sucking on your plush clit. "But for that, I need to put my finger in."
You bit your lower lip, looking down at his wretched face.
His cheek nuzzled against your soft thigh, kissing the clit softly. "Please? Just a finger. I promise, it'll be fine."
Oh, he looked stunning. With those alluring eyes and innocent pout, as if aware that his angelic face alone was enough to make your head spin.
So you nodded, rather unconsciously, and watched him push one finger in.
"Oh," slipped moany at the new feeling. "Oh, my God, mhmm, i-it'sâ"
"Now you can cum for me," Satoru whispered, going back to sucking your clit.
He knew where your sweet spot was â how couldn't he? â so within a second, you started squirming beneath his grip.
One of his hands rested on your belly while the other was deep inside your tight, clenching walls. He kissed, brushed, and lightly peppered your most sensitive spot with his finger until your thighs finally clenched around his head.
Locking him in a tight, shuddering embrace as he drunkenly moaned over your spilling juices. With a single flick of his tongue, you melted beneath his maddening touch, squirting all over his cheeks, chin and nose, till the Sun God was left nothing but a wretched man, hugging nastily to your velvety skin.
Your head felt a bit less feverish, with the crimson fog finally clearing from in front of your eyes and fresh summer air finally filling your lungs.
For a mere second, you felt normal again.
Satoru still lay between your spread legs, kissing the slippery skin of your inner thighs softly.
"Welcome back, my Goddess," he muttered, licking the last juices dripping from your pussy.
You watched him with pure terror swirling behind your eyes. "I⌠this feelingâŚ"
"Mmm," he hummed, softly biting a plush of your thigh. "Someone must've spiked your wine, my Goddess. Have you angered anyone recently?"
Oh, he was such a scum.
Your lovely brows furrowed, a drop of sweat slipping down your temple. "No, I⌠I don't know. There wasâŚ" you, wanted to slip, yet you bit down on your tongue.
Satoru pouted, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. "My Goddess, I vow to find that bastard and slash his throat," he whispered, kissing your thigh and moving upward, even biting gently into your calf. "But for now, brace yourself for another wave."
And true to his promise, the heat once more kissed your cheeks. It climbed up your neck, seeped into fingertips, curled beneath lower belly, and caused another slick to slide down your cunt.
A fogginess once again swirled in front of your eyes, and an anxiety bubbled somewhere deep in your tightened throat.
Satoru flipped you onto your belly, with a soft, "Shhh, it's fine, my Goddess. You'll be fine."
Gentle, wet kisses landed on your shivering spine, leaving hottish traces down the skin.
"What a-are you doing?" fell shuddered.
But you didn't catch his reply. Truly, you heard nothing at all but the swoosh of his tunic as it landed close to your sand-plastered face.
"My Godâah!" Slipped in a pitched moan, as something fat poked on your swollen pussy.
The heat was teasing, gently pinching your damp folds, rolling waves of intense pleasure whenever Satoru stirred your cunt. His fingers spread the heat in a soft hum, and something heavy, round, pressed against your tight entrance.
"My God, whatâ"
"My love," Satoru let out an utterly innocent whimper, as if trying to stifle the tears wracking beneath his lids. You couldn't see the devilish smile tugging at his lips, his face tightly pressed into the sand. "Allow me to make you feel good. I can make the pain go away, just let meâŚ" His swollen head slipped in a little, forcing a shattered moan from your throat.
"Wait!" You tried to crawl away, but he pressed a hand between your shoulder blades. Keeping you tight in place, with his massive body fully resting on yours.
"It's okay, my love. It won't hurt, I promise," he hummed, another hand massaging the swell of your hips. Spreading your drenched folds a bit farther to see the tip of his cock getting sucked by your weeping cunt. "My Goddess, don't make her wait any longer. She's just wishing to get fucked, ahh."
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to stop your hips from slamming against his. As, dearest heavens, the way his sole head stretched your cunt brought an unparalleled, maddened pleasure, bubbling deep inside your belly. The pledge you made re chastity was trying to fight the aroused, lustful thoughts. The thick, warm fog that made your body liquefy beneath his touch, and your mind go all hot.
"My virginityâ" You started, yet Satoru quickly snapped back.
"I talked to my sister, love. She won't punish you," he whispered, leaning down to lick a long stripe down your spine. "Because now you're mine. So say you want it, hm? Say you want me to fuck your tight cunt and fill her up."
He bit, licked, kissed your skin, while slowly, oh so painfully slow, poking your drenched hole.
"Just the tip, my love," he whispered, brushing away a few strands of hair hiding your lovely side. "I don't want to hurt you, my Goddess. I'll slip just a little tip."
And with an arousal fogging your mind, you nodded. Forcing a wicked laugh past his plush lips as he kissed your cheek.
"Mhm, that's right, my love," his cock slid through your tight walls, snugging inside your plush warmth. "Oh fuck, my Goddess, you truly are a fucking virgin."
You drew in a sharp breath, feeling his heavy cock slip into your belly. It was anything but the tip, forcing a sudden burst of tears to roll down your cheeks.
The pain mixed with pleasure as his shaft forced its way deep inside your pussy. You could feel every pulsing vein throbbing against your walls, the pumped head smooching your sweet spot, as he pushed and pushed, while pressing your body to the sand.
A moany cry bounced pitifully off the crystal waves before he quickly rolled you again.
This time, your back hit the sand, thighs folding up to your chest.
And when you looked up at his face⌠oh.
The Sun God hung over your crying cheeks with nothing but an utterly wicked, handsome smile. Eyes shining beneath the cold moon, adding to their ocean-blue hues a kiss of sin. He giggled, kissing the single tear that soaked your cheek.
And an angel, no, rather a demon, keeping you in his tight, possessed embrace.
Your hands pressed to his chest, as he pushed harder. "My God, you said just the tip," fell harshly, seeing a grin coiling in his gaze.
"My Goddess, you truly are ruthless," he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. "How could I ever lie to you? I'm barely in, I promise."
Yet when you tried to look down, his strong fingers grabbed your chin, keeping your eyes fixed on his.
"You don't trust me?" He pouted, peppering your skin with soft kisses. "Don't look down there, my love. Focus on me."
Your head lulled right as he bit the side of your neck. Licking, sucking on it gently, while still forcing his cock through your walls.
It wasn't just the tip, and although you should be angry, the way he kept you folded left little room for movement. With his single arm pressing your legs tight, fingers keeping your chin up, and massive, heavy body leaning on yours.
He started to move faster, faster, faster, pumping you poor, weeping cunt with his heavy cock. It hit every inch of your lower belly, brushing past the sweet spot and smooching up to the slowly swelling womb. You could feel his round head nuzzle deep inside your pulsing warmth, as your tight walls wrapped around him, as if trying to lock him in.
A low hiss slipped past his rosy lips as you cried out in painful pleasure. Your blood ran hot as he tried to fuck each drop of aphrodisiac from your veins, pushing your body deeper into the sand.
The nasty squelch bounced off the water, spilling deep into the cave and catching in your scattered hair. He brought your face back, giggling at the sight of your utterly fucked eyes.
"My beautiful Goddess," he whispered, before slipping his hand down your belly. At this point, with heat bubbling in your belly, your thighs stayed open, pressed to your chest, as if your body was freely inviting him in. "My sweet, beautiful Goddess. Tell me how good you feel."
His demand forced wrath and balmy submissiveness upon your fucked mind, and so a sweet, honest, "G-good, ahh, you're filling me s-so good," fell embarrassingly past your lips.
As no matter how much you wanted to refuse, it did feel good. Dearest, it felt amazing, handling his hefty cock fully sliding inside your warmth, till wet balls hit your lifted ass. Head kissing your womb, veins pulsing in rhythm with your plush walls, as they pushed out waves and waves of fresh cum. Coating his full length in your juices, till whenever he pulled out, a crystal thread formed between your cunt and his creamy, happy trail.
His hands kneading your softness turned your mind to balm, and fingers playing with your swollen bud forced a moan, so you truly, shamefully so, allowed your body to give in to his touch.
"My God, nghh, I'm going toâ"
Before you could finish, he crashed his lips against yours. He slipped a groan deep inside your throat as he started to fuck you faster. More relentless, brutal, forcing upon your virgin cunt a strength you weren't used to.
"My God, p-pleaseâahhhâslow down," you cried into his lips, yet received only a low chuckle.
"I know how to make you cum, my love. Your pussy needs to be fucked properly," he licked the tears dripping down your cheeks before capturing your lips again. "You're close, hm? I can feel it in your belly."
His hands pressed to your lower pouch, feeling his cock hit the soft skin, before slipping down to your cunt. Rolling your clit in mean, squelching pinches.
"S-satoru," his name finally escaped your throat, as you wrapped your arms behind his neck. "So good, you'reânghâfilling meâahhh."
He chuckled, seeing your lidded eyes and messy blabber falling past your lips. "I know, my Goddess, yourâahhâpussy feels so fucking good. My sweetest, I promise to take good care of you."
He hid his face in the crook of your neck before finally going still. Your back arched, nipples pressing to his chest, before a soaked cry ripped from your throat. Juices gushing all over his abdomen, cock, as he hit your womb painfully, filling it with sticky ropes of cum. Till you felt the heavy creaminess sticking to your walls, stuffing you heavily, madly full.
A filthy fog once again seeped into your mind, and for a single minute you felt your strength return to your body. For a mere moment, it allowed you to smack his fair cheek. It left him fully unfazed, with a cheeky grin still plastered to his handsome face and a low chuckle forcing its way past his lips.
"My Goddess, is that how you should treat your future husband?" he asked, then brutally turned you back onto your belly. You tried to crawl, kicking him back, but he simply smacked your ass. "Come on, my love. Don't try to fight me. If I hadn't found you, who knows who would?"
Your breath hitched when you felt his cock harden again. Still snuggling deep inside you cunt, as you felt his shaft stretch your poor, weeping walls.
"IâahhâI fucking hate you," you snapped through gritted teeth, your hips slowly rocking against his. Whatever you'd drunk still flowed in your veins, forcing another fog over your mind. "I hate you, so, s-soâmhm Satoru, just, fuck, p-pleaseâ"
His fingers dug deep into your perked-up ass, ocean eyes glimmering at the sight of your arched back. Sweat beaded on your neck, and your teary gaze looked over your shoulder in a furious, desperate, pleading manner.
He chuckled, taking a little vial from his tattered tunic. Opening it with his teeth, he handed it your way.
"What is it?" you asked, trying to sound at least a bit suspicious.
His eyes squinted, lips turned wickedly up. "Just a simple water. You'll feel a bit better."
"Drink it first."
"You don't trust me?"
You bit down your lip, shaking your head a bit.
Satoru hummed before taking a sip of the liquid without hesitation. It seeped warmly through his body, dripping down to the burning loins.
Seeing that he truly acted normally, you took it from his fingers and drank it all in one go. But⌠oh.
You shot head his way, seeing nothing, but a nasty grin. "ThisâŚ"
He leaned closer, pressing his hand back between your shoulder blades. His face drew nearer, then he licked your lips with his wine-sweetened tongue. "Tastes similar, my love?"
A wave of heat was rolling faster, an even stronger aphrodisiac flowing through your veins. Breathing became harder, your mind already blind, as he pushed your melted body into a deeper arch.
"I love you so much, my Goddess," he whispered, peppering your sizzling cheek. "I'll make you feel so good. So fucking good, I promise. My sweet, beautiful wife. Just trust me."
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Yesss, I'll write Artemis!Femjo and Hera!Reader, because we're the milf and she's the MOTHER FUCKER
art by @/__3aem on IG
dividers by @strangergraphics
Synopsis. Research on the Herwi clan of Pandora is both sparse and sacred. Current reports claim the existence of an icebound Naâvi residing in the bitter sub-zero mountains of Pandora: snow-white and unforgiving, as elusive as the fleeting snowflakes. Though physical evidence of these people are so far non-existent, and so are the eyewitnesses alive to tell the tale.Â
As a scientist on Pandora, you have only one goal: to prove the existence of the Herwi clan. As oloâeyktan of the Herwi clan, Gojo Satoru has only one goal: to make you his mate.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!scientist!reader, Naâvi!Gojo, Avatar AU, based on James Cameronâs movies, snow Naâvi, hidden tribes, snowy setting, scientific research, Shoko cameo, plot, culture, Naâvi language (translations at the end), Eywa, YEARNING Gojo, fated mates, size differences (heâs 11 feet), oraI (f + m rec.), standing oraI, pĂşssydrĂşnk Gojo, fĂŹngering, bĂting, spĂŹtting, cervĂŹx kĂŹssinâ, trying to fit, heâs BIG big, feraI Gojo, tummy buIges, pressing down on it, MANHANDLlNG, matĂng presses, monsterf-ing (Naâvi), rough s, stopping you from running, p sIapping, p talking, dĂşmbifĂcation, chokĂng, cIit pinching, heâs slightly lNSANE, slight brĂŠeding, mentions of kids, overstĂm, creampĂes, cĂşmfIation, cĂşmpIay, bonding, happy ending, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 15.2k
A/N. This oneâs to all the lovely babygirls whoâve been begging for this heheh, I lob you all <33
âSatoru of the snowâonce the ice disappears so shall your name.â One amongst the elder members of the Hunt sighs.
Gojo Satoru was a phantom figure before them. He led the wayâtowering and lithe. Long ivory hair dancing in the flurry. Bioluminescent freckles upon skin such a pale blue that it was practically white. Even amongst the Herwi, Gojo stood out.
Their oloâeyktan. Their leader.Â
He cuts a pathway through the wind and snow, carrying the carcasses of several snow beasts that heâd hunted himself. They rested upon his strong shoulders - the groupâs largest catch, as always - and Gojo was unyielding to the howl of Pandoraâs highest peaks. These mountains were a crown upon the young Naâviâs head.
The elder clicks his tongue, âDo you not believe it is time for this clan to see our oloâeyktan mated-â
âSo let the snow melt.â Had it been anyone but Gojo Satoru, then these words would be lost to the snowstorm. âBut I shall forever remain waiting for my mate.â
âBut the absence of a tsahĂŹk-â
âMawey- do slow down.â For not the first time since their trek started, Gojo is turning his head behind him. He might have been a firm leader, but he wasnât unfair. He watches the Herwi hunters that extend from his feet to far beyond hills of ice and frost - some middle-aged and weathered by the snow already, some fresh-faced and cold with the eagerness to prove themselves. Following them were six-legged canines they called txeylanâpowerful hinds pulling sleds piled high with hunt. âThe younger ones are having trouble keeping up.â
Gaping, the elder looks between his leader and the younger members near the middle of their group. Flanked by older Naâvi. âBut- but oloâeyktan-â
Heâs looking up at the irritated sky, âI will see no further talking.â
Though there is an easy smile across his face, the elders know not to cross him. Senior in ageâonly age.Â
They bowed their heads and looked away above all because he is their leader, but below that - deep, deeeeeep below what their prides would allow them to ever admit - because they knew he was stronger. The strongest.
The heir born of a blizzard, Satoru of the snow.Â
It was said he opened his eyes during the coldest night of that year. Ice-blue. Bitter blue. Like the pools of crystallized water that the Herwi people would dance their celebrations upon - and that night they held the longest celebrations to date. Arms in arms and singing songs. And giving thanks and giving the young his first taste of snow.Â
And though the position of oloâeyktan had an aspect of inheritance to it either way, it was undeniable that the world had just borne their future leader.
Heâd grown up taller than other Naâvi his age. Stronger. Stormy flurries wherever he stepped, and a blizzard himself.Â
There almost seemed to be a gap between him and everyone else.
Gojo had been sixteen when he was officially granted the mantle of âThe Strongestâ by the clan. It was only about time, and only because of the eldersâ reluctance that itâd taken this long.
And now it was impossible to say whether he was more loved or respected as a leader: the more boisterous of the younger Naâvi certainly loved him, the elders couldnât stand him, the ones of mating age just couldnât get enough of him. Though it was all for naught.
In all the twenty-eight years that heâd sifted through these snows - in all the ten years since heâd come of age - Gojo hadnât so much as looked at another with a degree of infatuation.
Not for a lack of propositions- in fact, if you asked his attendants then theyâd tell you that Gojo had a surplus of propositions. At least five Naâvi would stroll up the familiar pathway to his underground hut, calling out sing-song wishes to braid his hair, to walk amongst the ice glaciers together, to mend his fur clothes.Â
Hopefuls.Â
His attendants were ordered to send them all away with a gift from the oloâeyktan and a firm rejection (though, Gojo finds that that certainly didnât deter themâŚ)
They just didnât seem to understand why such a suitable young Naâvi seemed to be waitingâŚwatchingâŚfor something even he himself didnât seem to understand. Always turning his blue eyes to the skies, ever since he was a child, always, always-
Gojo stops in his tracks.
One of his arms raises to halt the procession behind him.Â
The Naâvi hunters freeze.
The Naâvi hunters let their tails swish.
The txeylan sniff the air.
Gojoâs long pointed ears twitch in every direction before resting in a single direction up ahead - where the belly of the snow seemed to swell with something. Something that the recent snowstorm had swallowed.
âOloâeyktanâŚâ One of the younger Herwi behind him whispers. âWhat is it?â
âMawey. It might be a dead snow beast.â He hisses, though he knew that wasnât right. It wasnât uncommon for even the creatures of these terrains to be bested by nature. But something about the figure in the snow wasâŚdifferent from the hounding things they hunted. Much more delicate, much more scrunched in on itself.
Gojo keeps his hand held high in the air and passes on his hunt to the nearby clansmen. Still holding onto his bow and arrows, he edges closer. âĂâawn- the clan stays here while I investigate.â Leaving no room for a word edgewise.
The wind whips his long hair and kuru as the Naâvi steps closer. And some maddened part of him almost feels that it was as though Eywa, their goddess, herself was trying to get him to stay away.
But an even madder part of him wanted to get closerâneeded to get closer.
He was being drawn in.
Making not even a single noise with his padded feet, heâs crouching down before the unmoving figure and using his long skeletal fingers to wipe away those dredges of snow.Â
Away from a faceâ
He gasps.
The rest of the Herwi startles behind him, âWhat is it- what is it, oloâeyktan?â
âIs it a snow beast? Must we commence the rituals-â
âCease! Are those fingers it has-â
âFive?â
But Gojo doesnât answer their queries, instead heâs silently pressing his ear to the swell of the bodyâs chest andâba-dump!
Listening to that faint heartbeat.
Heâs not sure how this little human was still alive, and he pulls back to look at them- the first heâs ever seen. Gojo has already heard the whispers from other Naâvi clans, of these aliens named mankind whom had settled upon Pandora a few years ago.
Heâs heard about humanityâs wits, their machinery, their greed.
Heâs heard of the way theyâve hurt his people.
But heâs never seen one up soâŚclose. Were they all this small? How could something so small be so destructive?
Gojo tilts his head down at you and runs one of his cold indexes down the side of your masked face, did they all look so hurt by the cold? He canât imagine that it didnât hurt- after all, the only reason that the Herwi had managed to reside in these mountains for hundreds of years was because of its harsh environment. Not human nor animal nor Naâvi wanted to be hereâbut Gojo always loved this place, as did his people.
He wondered whether it was such passionate love or hate that drew the little human in his arms to climb such peaks. To come this far.Â
He canât help but lean down and scoop the human up into his arms.
âO-oloâeyktan what is the meaning of this-â
âFnu- shhhh.â Gojo responds in his native language, âSheâs resting.â
The oloâeyktan carries the human all the way back the treacherous path to his clan huts.
And every time he looked down, he could see the way that smaller body fell and rose with each faint breath. He could see the flying of human-made coats that did nothing to fight off the cold of Pandora. He could see the pen and notebook stuffed inside it as if they were the most precious treasure of all.
He can see you.
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Day #1 in the Herwi village:Â
Woke up in what seems to be the healerâs hut, a wide insulated space that is more or less steeped into the underground with a berth of the entrance AS (above snow). Capped dome on top. Walls are composed of wooden planks on the interior flanked by compact ice from the outside, decorated in the thick furs of what appears to be snow beasts. Long book shelves. Kindling lantern of something bioluminescent and emitting heat. Shockingly warm inside. Vents are present but small to prevent an excess of thin air. Separate storage spaces and areas for examination, implications of advanced surgery and medical procedures taking place far beyond what we humans can understand.
Though Herwi healing techniques seem to be similar to that of other Naâvi clans (particularly the Omaticaya) in terms of relation to Eywa and natural resources, it must be noted that Herwi healing makes prominent use of ice for anti-inflammatory and vessel constricting methods.
Sparse presence of herbs and more emphasis on pressure points (for a copy of the Herwi circulatory system diagram see Page 8âŚ), though the oloâeyktan reassures that there are a multitude of flora endemic to the Pandoran heights.Â
The oloâeyktan seems particularly eager to give a tour?
With your eyes blinking openâŚyou think youâve died and gone onto whatever there was afterwards.
It wouldâve been just like you to meet your demise during the pursuit of your research- the higher-ups at your laboratory predicted the same thing. The last thing you remember before blacking out was feeling faint - weeks of hiking up this arduous peak and youâd run out of your provisions a few days ago, surviving on only melted ice to fill your belly. At least, until the sudden threat of a snowslide had resulted in you abandoning your tent and bags behind for escape.
From then on it had only been: you, your pen, your notebook with your research, your translator, and your burning passion to find the Herwi.
It was no surprise that you didnât last long.
But you suppose you just didnât expect the âafterwardsâ to be a blue, blue summer sky.Â
Ohâhow you missed the cloud-frothed ocean of blue down on Earth. It was never quite the same on Pandora, and youâre just beginning to wonder whether heaven was really home-
âYawne, txen?â
Before your muddled mind realizes that this really wasnât your sky after all.
What you were looking up into were the eyes of a Naâvi warrior.
Heâs leaning his overlarge body above yours, and youâre pressing yourself flatly against a mattressâone that was made of copious amounts of furs and the softest spun wool to make you feel as though you were floating up on the clouds.
But the farther youâre getting, the more he dwarfs you with his curious peering.
Closer.
And the only thing you can do is look up into his handsome blue face- the lightest of blues youâve ever seen.Â
Now, you have to start this off by saying that every single Naâvi youâve seen was beautifulâevery single one of them.Â
But you donât think youâve ever seen someone like him before: long white hair, blue eyes almost like a Metkayina, and glowing spots scattered like snowflakes across his cheeks. Heavy eyelids. Taller than your average Omaticaya. Perhaps a bit bulkier, as well.
If you tilted your head just past his looming figure then you could take in the tufted fur clothing he wore, slightly more coverage than of Naâvi from the more tropical areas; with patterns of rosettes peaking out wherever his skin was exposed and dotted like a fainter version of a snow leopardâs. From your own planet.
But you were not on your own planet.
Far from it.
Youâre realizing with a jolt that he was one of the Herwi clan-
âAre youâŚâ And though youâd dreamed and wished and hoped for this day for so longâright now you find yourself absolutely speechless. âAre you- fuck.â
To which he only beams- âNga lu rusey- oh, nga lu rusey.â His pearly white teeth are on full display, one little dimple crinkling at the edge of his smile. He just looks so handsome like this that you almost lose your breath- no. It must be the hypothermia thatâs getting to you. It must be. And if you didnât know any better then youâd have said that he almost sounds utterly relievedââOe'm lefpom. Txen? Lu nga txen? Tsal pung?â
Before he can say anything more, youâre digging in your coats- or at least attempting to. It doesnât take long for you to shuffle behind the thick blankets and realize that you werenât wearing those humanly thin layers you did when climbing up the mountain. Well-fitted for the Earthâs cold, but not for the harsh ever-winters of Pandora.
Instead you were wearingâŚa thick woolen coat?
Much too large on you- almost comically so. It had sleeves that reached a few feet past your fingertips, draped down to your toes, and enough space that you could hide at least five of you inside it.Â
No translator.
No pen. No notebook-
He sees this smaller figure fluttering about worriedly and tilts his head curiously, ââUpe lu nga fwew?â Before handing you your notebook and pen from a table behind him.
âPardon? Ah- thank you so muchâ!â You beam at him, and he beams back. But looking into his blue eyes once more, you feel a sudden sense of helplessness wash over you. âBut Iâm sorry, I still canât understand you.â
At this the Naâvi furrows his pale brows - youâre not quite sure whether he knew what you were saying, but he seemed to have picked up on your emotions. Nudging his large face against yours with a purring sound, âYawne? Oe'd tĂŹng aynga.â
And a part of you somewhat melts- âI said I really canât- hahah.â You half-heartedly try to push his incessant face away with a laugh, taking particular delight in noting how happily his tail was swishing. Fluffier with more fur than youâve observed on other types of Naâvi, also covered in pretty rosettes that swayed to and fro.
Itâs right now that you wished you had the patience to stay behind and immerse yourself more in the Naâvi language lessons your laboratory had provided. Most scientists didnât even go out into the field until they were experts - but you were too antsy, too greedy to know. Something seemed to have called you here whether it cost you your life.
Given youâd picked up on some phrases here and there, but it seems that the Herwi had a different accent from the clips played in those listening tests. Slightly softer, slightly more of a whisper.
Like the breath of winter, his words cooled your mask and heated up something entirely different inside of you. âOe pey ngim krr.â
Before you know it, the Naâvi clasps both your hands in hisâand youâre startled by just how large they are, just how cold. Youâre analyzing the way his pale fingers hold your own as if it was all that was tender in the world.
Intertwining.
âNgim krr.â He looks at you with those azure eyes seriously, opening up the palm of your right hand and touching his to yours. Palm against palm. Breath against breath. âNĂŹt'iluke.âÂ
You get the feeling that you were missing something very important- âIâm sorry I really wishâŚIâm so sorry to ask any more of you- I really am. But have you happened to see my translator anywhere?â
âTĂŹngaâprrnen?â He cocks his head in confusion, trying to mouth the word.
âErm- yes?â Hoping that he understood you, âMy translatorââ You emphasize the syllables- âItâs a little device to understand you-â
Youâre gesturing between the two of you- and you swear you see the light blue Naâvi pale. âTĂŹngaâprrnen? Oe?â
âYes?â You knew that âoeâ referred to oneself.
He balks- maybe you were getting through to him? âNga new ne kanom oe tĂŹngaâprrnen-â
âSkxawng.â
Before heâs suddenly cut off by a hard smack to the back of his head- and youâre looking up just in time to see another Herwi Naâvi enter the hut. The dimorphism between this particular strand of Naâvi wasnât anything too prominent, you find - both were tall, both were pale, both had long tails and rosettes scattered across their agile bodies.
The only real difference was that the one at your bedside was more rugged, with even more pure-white beads woven into his hair. Though that you could chalk up to their separate duties within the clan.
She walked inside as though she owned the place, throwing her long loose hair behind her shoulder. She doesnât even flinch as she shuts the other man upâas she brings out a black earpiece from behind her and hands it to you. âI believe this is yours. It was dropped in the rush outside.â
âO-oh!â Youâre surprised to find that it was none other than your translating device. Taking it gratefully, âThank you so so much.â
âDonât mention it.âÂ
At your baffled expression - as far as you knew, the Herwi were the last remaining uncontacted clan of Naâvi, with no knowledge of humankind nor their many languages. âI learned your language from my books-â Gesturing around her - you were right to assume that this was her hut, filled to the brim with ointments and books. Mostly of Naâvi origin, but you could spy a few in English and Japanese. â-sent by friends in the Omaticaya. I find your human stories areâŚquite amusing.â
âI see.â You breathe.
She gestures at herself, âIeri Shoko of the heart.â Then at the male Naâvi member, âGojo Satoru of the snow. I apologize for him, he is our oloâeyktan- also the one that found you.â
âSo youâre my saviour.â Youâre looking towards him- Gojo once more. He catches your eyes and looks away with a pale blue hue dusting his face. âIrayo nga.â Giving your thanks (one of the few phrases you could speak with complete confidence).Â
Youâre looking towards him- He shudders, âOe ke ronsem tsonta lu tĂŹngaâprrnen.â
As soon as heâs saying it, Shoko smacks her hand on her forehead- and you wonder what exactly he means.Â
So without further ado, youâre fixing the earpiece onto yourself.
âIdiot.â Shokoâs turning back to Gojo, âYou know thatâs not what she meant?â
Gojo crosses his arms and huffs- âIâm just saying I wouldnât mind if itâs for her-â
âNot even Eywa could make that happen.â
âGetting preg-â
âHello?â Testingâand if the way both Naâvi jerk their heads to you in slight surprise is anything to go by, then youâd say that the translator was working rather well. It was less an earpiece that translated and more a device to target that part of your brain that communicated and understood foreign languages.
Allowing you to both understand and speak in the dialect of the Naâvi - an invention by yours truly, of course. Youâd (as close as) perfected it just last year for this expedition. âCan you understand me?â
Gojo stares at you with wide blue eyes.
With his pretty lips parted.
With his tail swishing back and forth.
âI see y-â
âWe understand you.â Shoko nudges him roughly in the ribs, âI apologize if weâre a bit startled- itâs the first time weâre seeing a human in person.â
âI couldâve guessed that.â You giggle, flickering your eyes over to the starstrack Naâvi. Though you were equally as such. Somehow you speaking in his language just seemed to make himâŚâBut I want to emphasize that I come in peace- I just want to learn as a scientist, not even my laboratory knows exactly where I am. And I intend to keep it that way.â
Shoko crosses her arms and looks gravely at you, âWhat do you want?â
âTo learn. To research you and your people.â You look between them both, âTo confirm the existence of the Herwi clan has been a dream of mine for a long time- not for the papers or the accolades, but because I just wanted to know you.â
âAnd how can we trust you?â Shoko says, getting nudged by Gojo afterwards.
âI wonât reveal anything you donât want me to.â Determination dripping in your tone, âNot even if they kill me for it.â
They appraise you, and itâs silent for a beat before Shoko looks at Gojo.
And Gojo nods.
Shoko shoots you a barely-there smile, âWellâŚhuman, what do you want to know?â
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After you woke up, it was after a long talk and almost three or so hours later that youâd gotten up- Shoko and Gojo had both rushed to your side. Waving them off, youâd attempted to shrug off the coat and hand it back to Gojo - long since realizing that it was his - but heâd almost been offended by the gesture.
Refusing.Â
Heâd kept a hand behind on the small of your back to steady you with every step climbed towards the entrance. And once you were out- you could practically feel the storm freeze around you.
Colder than cold.
The Herwi looked at you with fear.
They stopped in their tracks and didnât even look to breathe until Gojo had followed right after. And standing beside him like that, youâd been made too aware of the drastic height difference between you two. The average Naâvi was about nine to ten feet tall, though by the look of it the Herwi of the snow were much larger than their oceanic counterpartsâslightly thicker, with limbs that were long and covered in sparse fur to protect them from the cold.
The Herwi average was about ten feet, youâre finding.
Though Gojo stood at a proud eleven feet (11â1 as you come to interrogate out of him more precisely later on) and rested his hand gently upon your shoulder. They had faint scars on them that marked him as a warrior, and you could feel the slight callouses send shivers across your coat-swathed body. His tail curled around your thigh.
You donât think you even came up to his stomach-
âMy peopleâŚâ He announced in booming Naâvi. â-as some of you may know from the hunt today, we have a guest.â
You shift at the stares.
âMore importantly, my guest. And we will make her feel welcome like family.â
âFamily?â The whispers came.
âBut she is one of the sky peopleâŚâ
âPart of the family isâŚbut if the oloâeyktan says soâŚâ
âIâve never seen him so casually touchy with someone before-â
âShhhhhhh!â
âI understand if you are scared, and to those who wish it- you are free to leave and never interact with her while she is here.â Though none of them do move. Fixated. âBut to those who arenât, I urge you to share the beauty of our culture.â
To which youâd gulped before introducing yourself as you had to Shoko and Gojo.
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Day #2 in the Herwi village:Â
The governing system of the Herwi is quite reminiscent to that of other clans - made up by a singular oloâeyktan or olo'eykte, accompanied by a tsahĂŹk (though Gojo assures proudly that he is not mated as of writing this), and a council of clan elders that act as an advisory board.
Most decisions are made solely by the wisdom of Gojo himself, though large choices require a vote from the council as well as his people. Such requisites are rare, however, as it seems the oloâeyktanâs impact extends to the non-council people in such a way that they trust him with everything. (For more on the lovely reception and the sheer popularity of Gojo Satoru see Page 11âŚ)
Governing seems to be harmonious if a little quietly tense in regards to certain elders that disagree yet are ultimately obeisant to their oloâeyktan.
This scientist in particular caused a little stir in the Herwi leadership once a research visit was proposed by the oloâeyktan to the rest of the elders. Though initial reactions had been reluctant, after a terse discussion, ultimately six moons had been granted to collect all appropriate research (due to be checked by the elders prior to leaving). No more. No less.
Six moons should be more than enough!
Shoko might have let it slip that it was Gojo who used his privilege as oloâeyktan to convince the councilâŚand he wasnât too happy that theyâd granted you merely six moons (five days if youâre counting the first night there) to stay here. He wanted to gawk at this new human more, you supposed.
But you were so very grateful to each and every one of them either way - even those wizened elders who scowled at you suspiciously wherever you passed. Though even glares seemed sweet when you were living your dream, hm? And it best be believed that you were taking advantage of every single second you had with the clan - every single second.
Because this was exactly what those cigar-smoking higher-ups had laughed at you for.Â
They thought you were chasing a myth.
The Herwi people had been so gracious as to offer you an empty hut, despite Gojoâs fervent insisting that you take his and he can simply tough it out in the cold outside-
And the next day you were up early- perhaps a little too early for the oloâeyktan whoâd apparently tracked your trail and followed you around for an hour. Before he finally managed to stop you in the middle of your field study - helping out a young Herwi mother take care of her crying toddler, whilst learning about Herwi childcare techniques - and raised his bag full of food.
Breakfast.
Youâre smacking your hand against your forehead as youâd completely forgotten - not quite out of the ordinary for when you got too immersed in your work. But it was different when you had someone seeking you out to take care of youâŚ
And so after sharing the abundance of breads and berries and soups (far too much for but the two of you) with the Herwi mother and child, the two of you sit outside her hut and admired the view of the village. The soft half-sun that melted across the capped peaks, a buttery layer of light that was not even half as bright as on Earth.
But somehow gentler.
Gojoâs raising one berry to his lips before- âAhâŚâ His mouth drops when he takes a glance at you- more accurately, at your masked self. And heâs stopping in his movements, âExcuse me for just a second, beloved.â
âOh? Of course.â
You watch as heâs standing up and sprinting light-fast towards the edge of a great steaming lake in the horizon. His figureâs crouching down and cupping his hands in the sparkling water, bubbling with fury. Gojo brings it up to his face and whispers a mantra that you couldnât quite determine. Not from where you were sitting.
Before carefully bringing it right up to you- âDrink, beloved.âÂ
He gently leans down to let his fingertips meet your mask.
And youâd had no optionâyou consider it for science, though a part of you knew you didnât have to linger your lips so much on his cold skin- but you lift your mask up and drink it.
Once the water floods your throat, you knew something was different.
Your lungs quiver.
Once.
Twice.
And youâd found yourself able to breatheâ
Breathing on Pandora.
âHow did youâŚâ As you gasp, Gojo reaches out and removes the mask off of you completely. Heâd let the earpiece stay on, of course, but lightly grazed his cold digits against the shell of your ear and made you shiver. âI donât even know what to say- thank you. I didnât even know this was possibleâno other Naâvi clan let alone a mere human has discovered a way to let us breathe normally on Pandora.â
âFor you. Lake Yapay.â Gojo says, large hand still cupping your face. âIt steams great billowing heat in the day, and freezes by night. Here in Herwi, we use its water to expand our lungs during snowstorms.â
And you want to write it down- you know you should, but the pen in your fingers wonât move. Or more accurately, your fingers wonât move.
He continues, âThis land is alive and works in mysterious ways. It has worked for you, beloved, as I knew it would.â
âThank you again, oloâeyktan.â
âSatoru.â He interjects.
âSatoru.â
He smiles as if it meant the world.
And so your feast commences.
âYou have to remember to eat.â Gojo says to you as he scoffs down a sweet paste made of ice-blue berries, âHow will you brave the winter storms otherwise? Of course, I will protect youâand yet still.â
âWell, I sure hope I survive six more nights for my research then, hm?â You joke.
But you hadnât expected Gojoâs face to darken, for him to shake his head. âItâs not fair.â
âPardon?â
âSix more nightsâŚâ And you hadnât exactly expected him to be soâŚinvested in your research - you admit that you would benefit more from a longer period of studying the Herwi, but you were ready to take what was given. He looks down at the glaring snow and whispersâmore to himself. âItâs not fair. I will correct it.â
âCorrect?â
âOh?â And you look from him to the village straight ahead, âWell, Iâd be happy either way, Satoru.â
Just then that little Naâvi youâd been helping to watch over before comes waddling and giggling out of the hut to hold onto you- and you pick her up readily.
Gojo took one look at the two of you and shivered.
Shivered.
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Day #3 in the Herwi village:Â
Hunts are an imperative part of the Herwi lifestyleânot only is it how the people are nourished, but itâs a social activity, itâs a coming-of-age activity.Â
As aforementioned, hunts are commenced and led by none other than the oloâeyktan. A large group of Herwi warriors shall trek across the icelands in one unit, and it was quite interesting to note that most of the younger hunters are positioned in the middle where they are less likely to get injured during such a trip.
It is in the middle of their hike that Gojo will alert when the group is to split up: Snow beast hunters and snow marine stilts. Divide and conquer seems to be the only strategy that somehow tames such an unforgiving environment, and Herwi marine-hunters seem to be picked from the most patient of warriors. They carve out a hole in the middle of frozen bodies of water (never Lake Yapay, this divine body is never harmed) and each positions themself atop a tall icicle beside it to escape prowling beasts and currents. Crouched and ledged atop one, the sheer core strength and balance is divine once they cast their lines and wait.
On the other side of things, we have the Herwi beast-hunters. Using a large variety of weapons, the most popular is noted to be the bow and arrow - used by the oloâeyktan himself. They stalk in the cold white billows of snow with not even a single shiver, they lay in wait for hours, they tire their prey out.
And nevertheless this scientist found todayâs hunt rather interestingâŚ
The third and fourth days had passed by in much the same fashion - except for the slight tweak in your routine that included opening your hut door and finding the oloâeyktan standing there every single morning.
Always with food, always with a smile, always with some interesting niveous flower for you to press into your notebook. Then afterwards the two of you would set out to help you interview the Herwi people of all ages and backgrounds, to take samples, to explore the natural fauna, to even join Gojo on one of his Hunts on the third day.Â
They admitted that they didnât focus on hunting as much as they normally did on that trek, too enamored with this strange little human that had showed up one day and had their oloâeyktan glued to her side.
You interviewed hunters and elders (well, the ones that didnât ignore you completely or were on the verge of cursing you out until they caught their leaderâs eye) until your mouth hurt. And Gojo had taken you into the best spot with natural Pandoran fauna, making you jot down notes until your fingers cramped.
Once the sun was beginning to set and the Naâvi were getting ready to head back to their village for the night, youâre taking the opportunity to interview some of the young hunters. Gojo was off in the distance making up for the slightly lowered hunt by ice-spearing more snow beasts. And you were more than happy not to distract him while he took care of his oloâeyktan duties- after all, the other hunters were nice. Never having seen a human before, theyâd been more than happy to answer your questions.
Ribbing each other, guffawing as they answered, placing their hands down on you and ruffling your head from above.
Almost as if you were a plaything- and you admit it was in the name of science, you didnât mind it too much until a particularly boisterous hunter about Gojoâs age had kept swatting at you no matter how many times you politely moved away. Until heâd caught you on the scruff of your coat and tried to lift you upâ
You hear the sound of bones breaking before you realize what it is.
Whipping your head behind you in an instant to see that Gojo was behind the other hunter and pulling his hand hard enough that you hear other Naâvi cry out.Â
He lets go of you, of course, and you watch with widened eyes as Gojo then bandages his fellow Naâviâs arm himself. Though you note that he doesnât apologize.
Gojo didnât leave your side for a single second after that.
That night after the dinner by the lake, Gojo walks you to your hut and sleeps outside in the bitter cold- no matter how much you tried to get him to take up the bed inside. Heâd insisted.
After mating, heâd said.
You wonder whether your translating device was malfunctioningâŚ
(See Page 26 on Herwi possessivenessâŚ).
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Day #4 in the Herwi village:Â
Beads.
A well-known part of Naâvi culture, one of the most recognizable, perhaps. The scientific community has written long and extensively on the importance of bead-sharing in the Omaticaya clan, however, this scientist shall be the first to detail the beauty of how this tradition extends to the Herwi clan.
According to the artisans of this village, beads arenât fashioned through molten stone or seeds or clayâgiven the availability of such in this environment. Rather, theyâre made with snow.
Never-melting snow.
Yes, the design of hona beads from snow is a practice unique to the Herwi clan. Broken off from the hardest icicles growing at a peak of Mt. Hoet said to touch the sky, not only is it a treacherous passage to get to those specialized bits of ice, but the process of making the beads finds itself just as arduous. These icicles are then welded into delicate beads and dipped into the waters of Lake Yapay at night, letting them soak and then carried to freeze at the highest peak once more.
This process is repeated until the beads are as hard as diamonds on Earth- perhaps even harder. Never-melting. Never-breaking. Never-forgetting. Though not too hard so that the Herwi will be unable to carve unique patterns and symbols special to themself. Rinse. Repeat.
Though the clear meaning of such is ambiguous, it is most certainly a way of showing appreciation - as one would have to love someone very much to do this, no?
It was on your fourth day amongst the Herwi clan that Gojo didnât show up with a beautiful flower or trinket from the terrain- instead, heâs bounding up to you with a string of beads and knotting it against the side of your face.
Pushing it back and taking you in with it.
Without a question.
âSatoru, did youâŚâ Youâre holding the line of beads up to the sunlight and watching the little patterns glimmer. They were slightly frosted and flurried like the smallest of snowglobes, âDid you make this for me?âÂ
And you swear they had the most intricate design of clouds on them, swirling and tumbling.
âOf course.â He smiles proudly. âUs Herwi are taught how to design our very own hona beads ever since we were children, and as Naâvi coming of age we walk up the path to make the first one for ourselvesâŚas adults we make one for our family orâŚâ Mates.
âAnd this- god, I need toâŚwrite about this but I canât even imagine how long this wouldâve taken.âÂ
âFour days.â Gojo cocks his head and looks down at you- and that brilliantly confident grin of his plasters across his face once more. âFor most it takes four years, but for you I did it in four days.â
âOh, theyâre just amazing.â You run a hand down the ice-cold globules, âThank you, Satoru.â
He holds your hand as he leads you out into the village.
Gojo tells you that night to wear those very beads to the clan dinner - once a week (at the very least) after a particularly successful Hunt, the Herwi people will get together for a massive feast. Youâd heard excited whispers about it from the public you surveyed, and it seems that the oloâeyktan had chosen tonight.
Night had begun to fall, and you were dragged playfully by some younger girls straight to the edge of this vast frozen lake. Past snow-capped huts that stuck out of an even more snow-capped ground like eager heads, and ice-jeweled trees and frozen rivers and pathways lit with bioluminescent algae trapped in lanterns of ice.
It was a world in frost.
Where Naâvi had gathered with their families, their friends, their foodâall in an array of tables that circled the crystallized body of water like a wedding ring.
Under the snowy night sky they communed.Â
âYou are wearing my- I mean your hona beads.â Gojo had beamed as he eventually caught up with you and guided you himself. He led you by hand again - even though you werenât exactly quite sure whyâŚat least it kept you from being toppled over by the other tall Herwi rushing to snag their own seats. âYou look beautiful with them, beloved.â
And you werenât quite sure what to say- though the bubbling pit at your stomach certainly wanted you to tell him something. Instead you divert the topic, âYou hunted today as well, yes? Is there anything here that you hunted?â
To which he looks at you with a rather cocky smile, âBeloved, I have hunted more than half of the feast tonight. Trust that you will enjoy it.â
And you might have joked about him being presumptuous- but you really did enjoy the feast.
Under a star-studded sky and glimmering lanterns that twinkled like the freckles upon Gojoâs face, he led you to the very head table that no other Naâvi dared touch. It was rather obvious that this one was meant for the oloâeyktan himself, but what was curious was when your seat had been placed right next to his.
Perks of being a special guest, you suppose?
Shoko was beside you and shot you an amused smile, before preening for another Herwi next to her with a scar that ran across her face and half-braided hair.Â
âUtahime.â Gojo had whispers in your ear, âShokoâs mate.âÂ
âAh- I see!â Pen quivering in your hand, youâre jotting down your observations in your notebook under the table. âPerfect. Iâm quite curious about the mating rituals of the Herwi, you see. Do you suppose Iâd be able to ask them some questions later on in the night?â
âDonât ask them questions- ask me.â Gojo huffs. Brows furrowing. Lower lip jutting into a pout.
He leans over and wraps his arm around the back of your chair. Squirming, âO-ohâŚbut youâre not mated yet, are you, Satoru?â
âNope!â
âRightâŚâ But then how could you ask him about mating if he wasnâtânevermind.
Because just then the group in charge of cooking for the clan had rounded the tables and begun placing their most savored delicacies on top of them. Meats upon vegetables upon berries that youâd seen growing naturally across the mountainside they lived on. It was steaming hot and everything that you could dream of.
Whether you didnât like meat, whether you didnât like vegetables- there was always something there for you.
Most of the richest dishes were allocated around the oloâeyktan and your single table, stuffing the surface to the brim until you had to squeeze next to Gojo for space. Of course, he didnât seem to mind. Perhaps too busy piling his place with the sweetest treacly milks and frozen desserts that he could reach.
After dinner came the dances.
It happened every night after the community dinner when everyone - full and satisfied by then - would start humming and chanting their ancient hymns. Echoing into the sleepy snow and the ever-young night, someone would pull out two snow beast-skin drums by then. Thumping away to the songs of the snow.Â
Children ran off and made snow-prints and snow-fights in the mountains of powder. Family members would begin drowsily feeding each other and insisting they eat more. Others traced their own hona beads and promised theyâd make ones for the one they love.
More would punch small holes through the frozen lake and bring the water up to their mouths, of which a sudden blow would make the water freeze and scatter out into the air in twinkling snowflakes. Emulating the stars themselves.
Snow-breathers.Â
Theyâd sing, theyâd sound, theyâd show off and thenâŚthe first mated couple would walk onto the middle of the frozen ice.
Then the second.
The third.
The fourth and the fifth and the sixth-
What a way to end the night, love warming the cold air and couples twirling around each other with their tails intertwined. Usually, youâd be content to clap and attempt to sing alongâ
But then Gojo stands up- and you almost believe he was ready to leave the table altogetherâŚuntil heâs reaching his hand out to you.
You.
And you look around in slight surprise- almost as if expecting someone to materialize right beside you and take Gojoâs hand instead. But the only thing youâre getting is Shokoâs approving nod from next to you, before she lets herself be dragged by Utahime onto the frozen lake.
And so youâd danced.
Rather an interesting sight considering the height difference, you admitâbut it was beautiful. Gojo scoops you up into his arms with one steadied underneath you, the other holds one of your hands in his.Â
So much larger. So much more powerful.
And yet so gentle.
He twirls you around to the music and you laugh at the wind stinging your face.
âSatoru, youâre going to drop meââ
âI should rather die than drop you.â
âBut- but what of the other Herwi that will be mistaken?â You ask then, already sensing the envious looks that were thrown your way.Â
âThere goes my dream of being tsahĂŹk, Iâm almost sure of it now-â
âBut I havenât been able to try my luck with the oloâeyktan yet-â
âOh shush, girl! You seriously think any of us had a chance?â
You look into his handsome face, eyes trained on you despite all the whispers and disturbance amongst his people. Only you. âYou wonât be able to find a mate this way.â
Something unreadable in his blue eyes, flickering with fire from the tables and something else entirely. âPerhaps I donât want one.â
âWell that would be entirely your decision.â You place your hands on his broad shoulders, flexing as they move you around with ease. âBut it seems in Herwi tradition, the oloâeyktan is wont to take a mate.â
He raises a white brow, âAnd who should you believe must be my mate then?â
You didnât quite know how to answer that.
Averting his eyes- and those of the Naâvi staring at you two. âW-well, Herwi has many fine women and men. Reykol is the best singer.â
âI do not want Reykol.â
âTĂŹtaron is a good hunter.â
He pulls you closer, âYes, she is a good hunter. But I am better, and I do not care for TĂŹtaron.â Reaching up one hand to brush away the snowflakes that had begun dusting your face, âI believe I have already been fated to. Even before I was born, I have already chosen.â
You swallow, âWho, Satoru?â
He only smiles.
âWho?â
But he does not answer, youâre twirled around once more and the moonlight catches your dangling beads.
âIs thatâŚâ
âSurely our leader isnât saying what we think he is saying-â
âBut look at him, he looks soâŚhappy.â
You turn your head to catch the fact that most of the Herwi were looking at you, whispering behind their hands. In hindsight, you think that perhaps it was not a coincidence that they ogled you - and particularly the hona beads that youâd been gifted. Not a coincidence at all.
You wore his signature because you were his.
And they all knew you were his.
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Day #5 in the Herwi village (the last day):Â
Leaving tomorrow, a perceptive scientist may notice that there is only one thing missing from this comprehensive research into the Herwi clan.
The source of Eywa.
As a deity to all Naâvi people, her influence seeps into the songs and prayers of even the highest terrains on Pandora. Into the healing. Into the well wishes. Into the belief system of a people so accepting and harmonious that their tree of Eywa does not need to be visibly present for her will to be carried out.
But as for where she resides hereâŚ
Your fifth and final day was less research and more saying your goodbyes to all the friends youâd made in the Herwi clan. Youâd be leaving first thing tomorrow, before the sun even rose, according to the sternest of the elders.Â
Gojo hadnât met you outside your hut that morning, and youâd idled away the time packing and repacking your bag of samples and books. Thrice, before you started to believe that he might not come after all.
But that was alright, ultimately believing that heâd show up later on in the day, you visited all the healers, the hunters, the dancers, and the chefs. The mother and toddler youâd grown close to on your first day here, and even a stray elder that had sought you out to bow goodbye.Â
All the young Naâvi and the old Naâvi.
All the Naâvi that had come to not fear you and the Naâvi that had found you endearing at first sight.
Theyâd warmed up to you since you first came here. They gave you gifts, each of them, and your heart ached as you thought of leaving.Â
Goodbyes were always painful - but perhaps one most of all. Gojo.
He still hadnât met you by the end of your route, and youâd circled the village about twice by the time you were done. He was nowhere to be seen.
It was almost as if heâd disappeared into thin air.
It was with a heavy pit in your stomach that you started to head back to your hutâyour last dinner with the Herwi people would be in a few hours. Afterwards, Gojo had previously arranged for you to be accompanied by some of the clanâs best warriors on your trek down.Â
You just thought thatâd include him.
Perhaps you could sleep it off until the final dinner- and you were shutting the door just behind youâŚ
Before sounds a hurried, hasty knockâ
You open the door to see the oloâeyktan of the Herwi tribe.
Panting. Covered in snow.
âMy apologies, I have spent the day clearing the pathway for us.â Gojo huffs out, leaning against your door frame with one hand. The other reaching out to youââCome with me, beloved?â
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The Herwi source of Eywa was inside an ice cave.
One that would get blocked when the goddess herself did not wish to be seen, one that Gojo had torn through layers of packed ice to burrow a pathway for the both of you. Heâd carried you all the way to the gaping mouth of blue ice and ghost snow.
Closing in on you like arms of rime beckoning you to the tree of Eywa. The Tree of Winter.
The cold embrace of a mother.
One you were still not quite sure whether you were allowed to seeâbut Gojo knew he wanted you to see. He saw you.Â
At the end of the cave was an ice column about eighty feet tall and naturally formulated to look like the winding branches of a tree. Dripping to the ground in phantom white snow, each one delicate and graduating from white to blue. There almost seemed to be a glowing aura about it.
Clear mirrors making up the treeâs vines. Honed tips of the icicles rising from Pandora and stabbing down towards it. The top of the tree reached where the cave roof was hollow, beaming a circle of light from the skies that donned Eywa in innocent pink.
You gasped at the white snowsprites that bounced off of the tree and onto your two bodies.Â
Where Gojo stand with his back straight, his meaty thighs spreadâpearly white teeth biting down to stop himself from fucking moaning at the feeling of your mouth sliding up nâ down his hot cock.
While you were standing.
You didnât even have to get on your knees.
His eleven foot figure loomed above you, one hand on the back of your head and the other pumpinâ his furious erection. Your maw slips down his puckered tip and he shivers- bucking ever-so-slightly and hitting the back of your throat dead-onâ
And yet he wasnât even fully bottomed out.
He wasnât even fully bottomed out.
The sudden realization makes you claw at the sides of his blue skin with a whine- direct vibrations that make the puckered tip lodged inside your mouth twitch. Heâs sploshing out even more syrupy pre like he couldnât stop it.
Heâs not even trying and itâs already so much, cascading like a waterfall down the front of your chin.
âNow- hah, now.â One of Gojoâs prolonged fingertips reaches out to smear away the slippery sheen across your face- at least, thatâs what you think heâs doing.
But instead youâre feeling him curve his rude digits between your lips and push those dewy droplets inside. Shovelling his cock just a little bit deeper, âSânot good to waste it, beloved. Open your mouth and take it all like a good girl, yes?â
âMmmpf-â A damn miracle that you could get out that much sound in the first place. Youâre pulling off to answer, and Gojo jerks his hips a lilâ to chase your damp mouth. âYouâre saying you want me to take it allâ?â
He shivers, leopard-like tail twitching. âYes.â
And right before your very eyes, you can see his shaft throb even bigger.Â
Harder.Â
The prettiest bluish-pink on his tip, one with a divot that leaks out a line of precum. Youâre following it with your dazed eyes- before the next thing youâre seeing is a close-up of it.
Gojo has his massive hand plastered to the back of your scalp and is pushinâ your head in, digging his dripping wet tip against the back of your throat. With a groan, the Naâvi pins you to him and hammers out a few sloppy thrusts of his cock.
Again and again.
Slurp after slurpâ
âGonna take it all- hah- my entire cock inside that pretty mouth, yes?â Heâs cocking his head to the side and asking down at you sweetly. And he might look all in control, but Gojoâs voice fucking breaks at the very end of his sentence.Â
Right in synchronization with the way you were dragginâ your sizzling tastebuds down the veiny sides of his erection. Just the cutest tongue that was eagerly lapping up everything he was givingââDoesnât matter if youâre a lilâ human, youâre gonna take the leaderâs biiiiig cock, arenât you?â
Removing yourself from his thickened tip with a wet pwah! âY-youâre really serious about the-â
âYes.âÂ
And heâd apologize for cutting you off later- hell, heâd grovel at your feet if he has to. But right now all Gojo can think of doing is holding onto the back of your head and strollinâ his thumb down the column of your throat. The oloâeyktan can feel that fat cylindrical intrusion where his cock was pumping in and out- and heâs sliding his fingertip dooooooown that bulge. âArenât you a scientist, beloved?â
âY-yes?â
âThen arenât you curious about just how far a human can take Naâvi cock?â
âWellâŚâ You blubber out, âI guess so-â
âThen consider it for your research.â With each syllable heâs cutting your breath off by thudding his cockhead against the roof of your mouth. âThen just fucking- haaaaahââ And youâre finding that the pre Naâvi cock exuded was actually rather sweet- almost like honeydew flooding up your mouth nâ being slid all round by the intrusion of his shaft. â-take it.â
âMmmpfângh.â Tears were streaming down your face by now, wetting your cheeks and making the Naâvi wipe them away with his thumb.
âDonât cryyyyyââ Heâs airily calling out, almost nothing like the level-headed Naâvi youâd met before. âBig girls donât cry. Donât worry- mâgonna give you all of my cock, beloved.â
âS-Satoru-â
But each of your broken yowls were being bullied back in with his bludgeoning wet tip, bruisinâ away its splitted end anywhere and everywhere.Â
He swabs into the tiniest nooks and crannies inside your mouth with his sheer size, leaving your knees utterly weak where you were still standing. Heâs holding your head up to his cock- âCâmon- feel.â
You peer up at him in confusion.
âFeel for your research.â Fluttering his long pale lashes down at you, a sultry smile spreads across his lips. âHow many loooong thick inches youâre being given. How many veins are filling ya up. How many times I hit the back of yer throat like this-â
A shuddering slam right where you were most tender. âPlease-â
âMâhelping you with your- fuck, research.â He chuckles down lecherously, âBy shutting that smart human mouth of yours up.â
âFuck-â
âFeel it- just feel.â
He thrusts so hard that his heavy ballsack smacks! against your chin, âFeel the way that lilâ mouth of yours can barely even take me. Feel how fat my balls are with cum just for you. Count them? Wanna calculate the girth?â Until it was stinging a permanent girth on your skin, rubbed raw with impact. âFeel the way I- ngh, bruuuise your throat nâ those sensual lips until anyone that talks to you knows Iâve been here.â Heâs babbling on stupidly by now, eyes falling more nâ more half-lidded by the minute. Heâs holding on tightly to your restless head and shoves- âFeel the way I fuck my mateââ
Gojo trails off as if shocking himself, and youâre snapping your teary eyes up to him with a muffled- âWhat?â
But you donât know whether itâs on cue, you donât know whether itâs the startle of being caught- but Gojoâs slamming his cocktip way past the back of your throat and cumming.
Oozing out hot dollops of cum that take over your pretty mouth.
Shaft throbbing furiously. Balls twitching like no other. He throws his head back and squelches straight down your throat, and you can feel the thickness of it plug up your voicebox.
So sweet.
So much.
And youâre not sure whether itâs a Naâvi thing or itâs a Gojo thing that heâs cumming so much in one go.
Loooooong miry stripes that trickle down the sides of your mouth- he leans down and pushes them back between your lips with one of his thumbs. Ivory sap constantly leaking down onto your tastebuds, he feels the heady slip nâ slide of his cock against those wads of cum. âFuh-fuckâŚâ
And then heâs not moving, merely clasping the back of your head and bringing you firmly up against his slender pelvis.Â
Your nose rubs against the tufts of white on his abs before you realize that heâd just bottomed-outâjust once, like heâd promised.Â
And it was enough to send you reeling, feeling the pushback of his swabbinâ tip. Pouring out even more heady liquid every time he was draaaaging down your velvety tongue.Â
The tip of your tastebuds flicks his sensitive slit just right and you can feel him pulse deep inside. âFeel me in there?â Gojoâs groaning from above. âFeel how much I ache for you. Feel the volume of my cum- are you counting it?â
âI-Iââ
But evidently your half-sob wasnât enough.
And the Naâvi is reaching down and pinching your nostrils together with his free hand. âAh ah- focus on your research, beloved.â
And youâre struggling uselessly against his mean action, to which Gojo watches with a predatory gaze at the way you huff nâ sputter. And he has the audacity to snicker-
âI really can throw you around like a ragdoll, huh?â
Itâs as if the realization had just struck him and heâs shuddering.Â
It almost feels like ages before heâs finally pulling away with a loud plop!
An excess of your cum was leaking out of your maw and threatening to drip onto the floor- âTch, this is a sacred place, my human.â Heâs rasping outâswipinâ up the frothed white cum as if he wasnât absolutely desecrating you. Pushing those clingy wads between your maw.
He then guides his honed tip to glide across your lips, gluing your lips shut with all his seed.
And Gojo canât help but admire you- peering up at him with his towering height. All covered in his syrupy slick and speechless, unable to talk even if your voicebox had been left intact.
He smiles, tail swishing happily to and fro. âMy human.â Gojo leans all the distance down to kiss you upon your sopping wet lips. âMy m- pretty human. My pretty humanâŚâ
But you donât have enough sense at the moment to ponder too long on his little slip-up before heâs bending down close with his hoarse mouth against the shell of your ear.
Making you feel so sensitive.
â-did ya get enough research yet?â
And then heâs good on his other promise: throwing you around like a ragdoll.
Before you know it, Gojoâs thundering down onto his knees upon the frozen floor - taking you right along with him. He grabs his fur coat from a little ways away and makes you rest down on top of it. With ease.
Back flat on the coat. Legs spread high in the air.
Twisted around the back of Gojoâs neck and locked in place-
âSatoru-â You look around the Tree of Winter that only seems to glow even brighter, the snowsprites buzzing. â-are you sure we should be doing this hâoh.â
Gojo doesnât say anything - he doesnât have to.
Heâs merely unhinging his jaw and letting his loooong pinkish tongue drip out. It was glossy with ravenous saliva, thick at the base, and curved at the tip. The end of it dripped tantalizingly with spittle- almost torturously.Â
Achingly needy.
There was an almost feline quality to it that made your thighs clench.
âN-nevermind.â
The only thing youâre managing to get out before Gojo had his tongue stuffed against your wet core and swabbinâ away until you saw whiteââM-mmmpf.â His mouth was just so large that he could engulf your pussylips with a single bite, honed canines grazing the outer edge of your cunt while he kisses inwards. âMy pretty mate- my tasty mate.â
Itâs almost as if he was pussydrunk already.
With just a single slurp of his curvaceous tongue glidinâ up and down your slit, Gojo has his blue eyes rolling to the back of his head and his hips bucking. Wildly. âWhy didnât Eywa tell me that youâd taste so good-â
âOh myââ Your back arches while his thickened fingertips come between your legs to pinch your puckered pussy into his mouth. Pushing you against him even more - greedy. âShit, it just feels so-â
Smack!
And without a single warning, Gojo has his roverinâ fingertips slamming down on your pussy. Straight on top of your slit where your clit was hidden, it sends shockwaves of both pain and pleasure up your spine.
Youâre gasping and staring down at him-
âNow now, no cursing- be good before Eywa, hm?â That damn hypocrite - and you could see it in that sultry smile of it. Gojo was getting off on the way youâd squirm your cunt restlessly against his face, sighing into the way he starts fucking your pussy once more. âOr else mânot gonna eat this pretty pussy of yours out, ya hear?â
You gape, âThatâs not fucking fair-â
Smack!
âWhat was that, beloved?â
âI saidââ
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Until Gojoâs leaving your pussy raw and needy, and even then he wasnât done with you- he has the audacity to purse his plump lips and spit. Spit. Letting the sharp strike of saliva make you shiverâ
âWhat was that?â He asks you in such a breathy tone, such a ruined tone. Gojo spoke like if you told him you needed him right now then he would simply shatter.Â
And you can only gulp at the state that he was in - youâve researched Naâvi during times of high pressure, during battles, during their coming-of-age ceremonies. But never had you met one that simply seemed soâŚferal. âI-Iâll be good, Satoru.â
He smiles like heâs been wanting to hear those exact words for years.
Fingertips jittering with excitement, he then reaches for your intertwined ankles with his tail.Â
Locking them in place, Gojo murmurs. âGoodâŚâ Before heâs getting ready to dive straight back into your sweetened cunt once more, âBecause you better not run-â
And you donât get to ask just what might constitute you running from his mouth. His tongue.
You donât get to ask just what it meant when he looked at you with that dark inkling of something carnal, as if he was about to devour you whole.
You donât get to ask anything, in fact, and whatever questions were already in your throat burst into a zillion pieces at the feeling of him pushing his tongue inside your hole. Properly.
Not lapping away coquettishly on your outer cunt, not slurpinâ up all your treacly juices.
Gojo had his tastebuds stuffed inside your entrance and was draaaaagging them all across every orifice inside of you. Thrusting his entire length in and out at a rapid pace, you could feel the edge of his chin hitting your base with every movement.
Inside and out.
Inside and out.
But the sheer speed of him wasnât even the bit makinâ you the most dizzy- see Gojoâs Naâvi tongue was something amazing. Something incredible.Â
Just so large and lavish that it was stretching your walls out like never before.
âP-please-â You donât think youâve ever felt anything like this- the way that Gojoâs textured tongue would mold against your walls, the way heâd pinpoint even the tiniest orifices with his flexible tip, the way heâd expand and contract his tongue purposefully. Until you saw white. BuckingââPlease it just feels so-â
âWhereâd ya think youâre going?â
And the slur in his voice makes you pause- âWh-whatâŚ?â
The last thing youâre managing to get out before Gojo tightens the rude grip of his fingertips on your pussylips. And the other one of his hands holds onto your waist to haul you back down onto his mouth- you hadnât even realized that youâd been edging away in sensitivity.Â
âDidnât I tell you not to run?â Spankinâ those rugged fingertips of his down on your clit once more. You get the feeling that Gojoâs meanly choosing your clit because he knew thatâd make you clench âround his tongue even more. âDonât run. Donât even move.â
âYouâre just so fucking- ngh, big and you expect me not to move?â You wail out in indignity.
âWell, who told you to fuck a Naâvi warrior?â Heâs countering, those half-lidded eyes of his twinkling with humor. âBetter yet- who told you to fuck the oloâeyktan-â
And you suppose you had no explanation for that.
Especially not even Gojo was pumping his thickened tongue into you so fast that any and all explanations in your throat start to dissolve. Instead being replaced by the most pathetic whines and groans as he keeps fucking your pussy greedily.
As though Gojo was a man parched.
Because your wettened pussy was more refreshing to him than the waters of the lake- and if he could, heâd have his head stuffed between your legs every second of the day. Simply slurpinâ up every dewy droplet that escaped out of you, Gojo catches even those tiniest of wads.
Slipping his looooong tongue insideâyouâre driven damn near mad once he slithers his length in and grazes your g-spot.
Hips bucking, eyes snapping open. âH-how did you even manage-â
âAh ahââ His familiar tut, and soon enough youâre glued back down onto his pretty mouth again. Gojo doesnât even need to try to ease you pliably back onto his face no matter how much you try to run- but oh, it was just so fun to watch your sultry surprise. The way you only got wetter when he manhandled you. âSo this is that cute lilâ g-spot human have, hm? I thought it was just something in Shokoâs anatomy textbooks.â
âYou- you read her textbooksâŚâ You ask.
âAll day and all night.â Gojo replies with a smirk, his ears twitching as he hears the quickening of your heartbeat. âOnly Eywa knows how much Iâve touched myself imagining this.â
âOhââ
It hits you like a flash of lightning- and so do the sudden swipes of Gojoâs tongue reaching your sweetest spots. Thud-thud-thud-thud heâs ricocheting against your bundle of nerves rapidly, making it echo like your own heartbeat in your ears. Thud-thud-thud-thudâ
âShit-â And suddenly you understand- you thought you understood before? But no, now you understand why Gojo had been telling you not to run away initially.
âDonât run.â He warns.
Because all youâre feeling are the large stripes heâs licking up your slick walls, and the only thing you can think of doing is bucking. Rutting. Reaching for his lips wildly- though your body moves torturously as if you didnât know whether you wanted more or to run awayââShit.âÂ
âDonât run.â
But how could you not run from it? How could you not even move when Gojo had your body teased nâ toyed with till absolutely no end?
He was hammerinâ his tongue against your g-spot furiouslyâand you were sure by now that he has the exact pattern of his tastebuds bruised right on that area. Shapinâ your velvety walls to his tongue, Gojo dives in just so animalistically.
And you canât help but buck. You canât help but arch your back. You canât help but reach your hand out and attempt to grab onto something- anything for dear life.Â
Again and again. âShiiiiit is it even allowed to feel this good-â
But the Naâvi leader merely stops your hands with his own, folding them neatly into his hair. Holding onto his clammy scalp- âAs Eywa wills it.â He smiles and your cuntâs just so sensitive by this point that you can feel the exact degree of curvature of his grin. âWhich reminds meâŚâ
And for your profanity youâre getting three more direct spanks, âShit-â
One more.
Before you feel him then twist his fingertips on your throbbing clit and pinch- âYa reeeeally canât be a good girl fâme, huh?â Gojo asks you with a smile, though there was a hint of something in his voice that reminded you why exactly he was the oloâeyktan of such a large clan. âLook at youââ
âSh-shit, that feels so-â But he isnât listening, and youâre fighting the heels of your feet against his broad back.Â
âLook at you.â Heâs tightening his tail on your ankles and dragging you back down. Heâs spitting down through clenched canines, every single word sending sparks up to your hazy brain. Barely even working by this point, surely. âSwearing. Squirming. Moaning like a slut and trying to escape- as your leader, I should punish you, beloved.â
âNo more pussy spankingââ You whine, âJust makes me so sensitiveâŚâ
âIâm not talking about pussy spanking, beloved.â To emphasize his point he gives just a light tap on your sensitive nub once more.
It leaves you shaking to wonder just what else he has in store for you- though you donât have to let your mind grapple in the dark for too long. Because in absolutely no time - just a few more vulgar thrusts of his tongue - youâre feeling the sudden plump intrusion of something slender at your hole.
It certainly couldnât have been his tongue, because you knew what that ridged texture felt like.Â
It certainly couldnât have been Gojoâs cock, because youâd tasted that and you knew he had a much larger circumference.Â
So that left only one optionâGojo had your pussylips spread apart and your entrance gulping up every inch of his fingers. They just looked so stark with their blue color disappearinâ into your hole, and Gojoâs increeeeedible length making you feel so full.Â
Two of them were all that were shovelled inside- and yet he was already stretching for your very cervix on his first thrust inside. He scours the spongy end of your pussy then slides back outâin and out, in and out, in and out.
Each time his knobbly joints push against your g-spot and left you crying-
âFeel my fingers inside you?â Gojo rasps ruthlessly, his mouth wrapped around your throbbing clit. Groaning at the way you grow even wetter- Naâvi senses were strong, and he could smell the impending orgasm on you. âFeel the way I reach for your- hah, womb all inside? Feel the way I can fuck a baby in you so easily?â
âYes-â You answer to them all, âYes yes yes yesââ
And before you can say anything more, his powerful tail hauls you down. Bashinâ in even deeper with his plush fingertips. âFeel the way Iâve found eeeevery cute spot of yours? Feel the way I know your pussy inside and out?â
âYes- fuck.â And you donât even care if youâre âpunishedâ any more for breaking Gojoâs stern rules. Gojo himself was slamming his knuckles red and raw against your cunt, fucking his humanâs tight pussy. âFuck, Iâm gonna-â
âFeel the way mâmaking you mineâ?â
âSatoru, mâgonna cum-â
âNote it down in your research.â
And then youâre exploding straight into your high - and you know itâs the best youâve ever had.
Your eyes fall shut and the only thing youâre seeing behind them is pure black with stars of white, pulsing against your bleary vision in time with the furious throbbing at your cunt. Little zaps of pleasure shoot all the way down to the tips of your toes every time heâs moving his maw across your core. Sharp. Sensitive. Heâs wedged between your legs and lappinâ up each pulse.
Sluuuuurpâ!
Long, aching drags of his tongue. Theyâre roverinâ over the most sensitive spot of your clit, meanwhile his fingers were glazed in slick nâ fucking you stupid already.
Gojo thrusts you through your high as if he was angry at you. As if he canât get enough. As if heâs losing his damn mind and you nâ your pussy are the only reasons why-
It takes you only a minute more for your wave of bliss to taper out, fully riding through it.Â
And then only another minute more for you go from fucked straight to overstimulated by a few more of his rovering thrusts. He swabs your g-spot once more and you think youâre bawling- âS-Satoru, Iâm already done-â
But he doesnât respond. He doesnât even seem to hear you.
In fact, you couldnât sworn that he was grabbing onto your right thigh with his free hand and keeping himself plastered even more into your cunt-
âSatoruâ!â Youâre calling out helplessly, âSatoru, Iâm already- ngh, done-â
âMhmmmm?â Muttering something wet underneath his breath, and you have to strain your ears to actually hear him. Breathy. Panting. âResearch- fuck! MoreâŚâ
âI canât even- oh.â It was almost dangerous just how potent he was with his mouth and fingers, and before long your thighs were starting to shake with sensitivity. Causing you to grab onto his scalp even tighter and-
âO-oh.â
And accidentally tug on the long braid of white hair thrown over his shoulderâhis kuru.
Did that manage toâŚ
Your breath hitches, and youâre reaching out to graze your fingers down his kuru once more-
âFuhâfuuuuck.â Gojo throws his head back in a voice that almost sounded like a whimper, his slick lips quivering. His skin covering in goosebumps. His erection throbbing from where you could spy him. His entire large body shakes with the zaps of hypersensitivity going down his spine, âD-donât think you know what youâre getting into, belovedâŚâ His murky breath clouds out in front of him.Â
âYou sure?â You challenge - what a privilege it was to see him break.
The oloâeyktan grits his teethâ-âIâm warning youâŚâ
But when were you ever one to listen to warnings?
Without thinking much of it, you tighten your hand âround his kuru and tugâ
And then heâs on you in a split-second.
Heâs not even moving- heâs grabbing onto your hips and bodily puuuulling you right back down till your cunt lips kiss his cock. Heâs pushing your legs up until your kneecaps hit your tits. Heâs hunching his entire body forwards and-
âSh-shit.â Your eyes widen, âSatoru, did you just-â
âYes.â
Just you teasing his kuru is enough to make Gojo spuuuurt out in creamy wads of cum once more, coating the outer part of your pussy in a thick layer. It feels hot and wet on top of you, streaming down to drench the coating. Before heâs swervinâ his swollen tip inside and fucking you-
No hesitation. No preparation.
Youâre getting what you deserved, and that was to be fucked like an absolute anima by the Naâvi.
âYou donât know what youâve done.â Heâs spitting- straight into your hotly opened mouth. Those sharp canines of Gojoâs nipping at your bottom lip, âYou donât know what youâve done- you donât know what youâve done-â
âShit, shiiiitâSatoru.â Moaning out his name like a broken record player. Heâs bullying out harsh semi-thrusts against your cunt that leave you scrambling for breath- just shovinâ his puckered tip inside, just tasting the inside of your pussy with his cockhead, just trying to fucking fit.
âSayinâ my name like that and you donât even fuckingââ Before Gojo feels your soppy walls clench tightly âround him, and his lips part a little before racing down and spitting on your cunt. âFucking fit.â
âYou say that like itâs so easy-â You sob out.Â
He was pistoning his hips into you ferally.
The only thing he was doing was stretchinâ out your cute hole a few times, just so big that youâre being push-push-pushed up the fur coat you were splayed out on-
A hand at your throat.
âDonât. Fucking. Run.â
And you donât have the chance to tell him that you werenât actually running and in fact it was just his roverinâ hips forcing you upwards- but before you could do that, Gojoâs already rendering you speechless with his cock.
Heâs grabbing an even tighter restraint of your neck.
Heâs manhandling your entire body down like heâs crazed.
Heâs juuuuuust barely managing to squeeze in a sultry inch of two of his massive length- the mere sensation of that in itself enough to send your mind bursting into a heap of stars. It was almost numbing on your lower half, to have this much of him fitted inside you.
Stuffed inside you.
Throbbing inside you.
And it seems that the only one more affected by that fact wasnât you - it was Gojo Satoru himself. Head falling into the crook of your neck. Tail flinching as it now wraps around your right thigh. Mouth parting with an agonized groan.
âFâfuck.â Heâs echoing out hollowly into your ear, âFuck, youâre so fuckingâŚtight.â
Gojo spits out the word as if it was the very reason the oloâeyktan was shattering right about now. And almost on cue, those sopping wet walls of yours clench âround his tip and makes the Naâvi yelpâ
âFuck, donât do that.â Heâs shuddering through his sloppy strokes, his split-ended tip filling you up with dewy precum. âFuck, donât do that unless you want to be taught what happens when you pull on the kuru of a Herwi like me, little scientist.â
âWhat happens?â You ask innocently.
âSâwhy Iâm telling you to fuckingâoh.â
Just a few more pulsating clenches of your cunt, and Gojo shivers as though heâs being held hostage by your wet walls.
He bears his canines and snarls at you in the way youâd seen Naâvi do when they want to signal, to intimidate, to mate.Â
But you stare up at the oloâeyktan of the Herwi clan with determination.
And heâs giving you one final probe-
âIâm going to get you fucking pregnant.â
He breathes out against the shell of your ear, almost like the last whisper of his sanity before Gojo stares into your wide heart-eyesâand heâs reeling his hips back to plunge.
Uncaring how unready your poor entrance was.
Uncaring how your tiny human body shakes underneath his larger one.
His fat cock swipes between your glittery folds and puuuuushes against the instinctual restraint of your hole, all the way until you start to tremble- and he knows he canât push any more. He knows he canât break you.
Heâs fighting back every sudden primal urge in him that just wants to fuck you all the way inside- and furiously pumps his solid inches back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Keeping a hand always on the top of your stomach for when heâs feeling his hard globular tip push upwards.
Gojo was just so big that he could feel himself sinking in from the outside-
âAnd thatâs not a promise, beloved.â Gojoâs pale brows furrow as his cockhead starts swabbinâ even deeper after each thrust, âThatâs not a promise- thatâs not even a challenge-â
âTh-thenâ?â Heâs pushing doooown on your overstuffed core and you find it hard to breathe, both pressures from between your legs and from Gojo pushing on your cylindrical tummy bulge was justâŚ
The oloâeyktan grins when he watches his cute lilâ human struggle to take his entire cock, the bluish hue of it spreading apart your thighs. He reels his slender hips back in quite the long dragâbefore ultimately hammering- âItâs an oath. Before Eywa.â
A divine oath.
Added to the fact that Gojo was slamming his ruddied tip into you with each syllable- and you could never forget about the sheer size difference. The way that it helped him bend over you and fold you in half as though nothing but a lawnchairâyour ass was cleanly dangling off the floor with how much Gojo was bending you.
A mating press. The meanest one youâve ever seen.
Youâre hit with the sudden inclination that you werenât about to walk out of here any time soon.
And Gojo seems to be doing well on that fact- he hadnât completely bottomed-out yet, but he was still drilling into you with such fervour. Streaking his cum from before across every inch of you, a layer of white that you feel from the inside.
Feverish cocktip swabbinâ all the way at the back of your cervix, full balls smacking your cunt.
Every time he was hurtling his hips forwards, it almost felt as if the ground beneath you was trembling.Â
It almost felt as if he was hitting each of your geysering spots without even needing to try. Just so big that the veiny sides of his cock rubbed nâ dubbed up against those orifices unfairly.Â
It almost felt as if you were losing it-
âSo I think youâll have a loooot of fuckinâ research, beloved.â Gojo snickers, his tail flicking you playfully. And at this point youâre not even sure what the conversation was about, just knowing that it was the background music to the lecherous thwacking of his hips on yours.Â
So hard that you could feel the wads of his high from before glazing your insides. Dripping all the way near the rim of your cunt before being pumped back inside.
He pushes down on top of that bulge once more and watches you whine, âI almost donât want to, mmm, ask what itâll be aboutâŚâ
âOhhh, yâknowââ Gojo trails off airily, something shaky in the back of his tone that sends shivers up your spine. It makes you almost content to know that youâve gotten him so pussydrunken- but then again you werenât too far behind. He tilts his head to the side and looks at you through partially closed eyes, smiling. â-human-Naâvi babies.â
And itâs with that that Gojo finally - finally - drills his cock all the way to the hilt.
Bottoming out.
His breath catches at the realization.
Blue eyes widening. Mouth watering.
It feels so different to have your hot innards surrounding him entirely- and fuck, Gojo wasnât even sure whether a human like you would be able to take all of him. But it seems that you really were made for him, yes? Every curve and edge of you. Every bit of your cunt that he gives an experimental buck into, before pumping inside like a madman-
Pounding you into the smooth ground of the celestial temple.
It feels like youâre being thrust into heaven itself because of the way he was so big, big, bigâall the way from the purple-ish tip that was zig-zagging your walls, to the oversized tummy bulge he was fucking into you, to the way he had you folded. Manhandled.
Gojoâs only lasting a few strokes before heâs crushing you to him so hard that it almost hurts- âRight hereâright here.â The hand atop your stomach pushes down where his ruby-red tip was kissinâ and kissing at your womb. âYouâre gonna have a lot ta research about fucking- ngh, getting bred by the fucking oloâeyktan. A lot to research about carrying my next heir, yeah?â
âYesâŚâ Arching your back into him.
âAnd then hereââ That very hand now drifts down to the in-betweens of your pussylips and rubs his thumb over your clit. Heâs drawing little circles and hearts on top of your sensitive nub that makes you wrack with pleasure, âYer gonna have to research giving birth to such a biiiig baby, beloved.â
You shiver at the thought, mostly excitement.
And he purrs as he rubs his cheek against the sweaty crown of your head, âBut sâokaaaaay- Iâll help you through every step of it, beloved. My mate.â The Naâviâs staring down at you lovingly, fucking you filthily. âMâgonna breed you all full, okay? You might just have to research more about Naâvi phenotypes- heh.â
You can only nod. âPleaseâŚâ
And before you can dwell too long on that last particular wordâmateâheâs continuing. âAnd then you donât have to worry âbout a thing- I can take care of eeeeverything. Iâll wash our kid. Iâll dress our kid. Iâll feed our kid. Iâll do everything and anything just please-â
âY-yes?â Your voice cracks.
And he winks down at you almost mischievously, âLetâs do some research together on when Iâll be able to breed you all full of my cum next, hm?â
And with only a few more vicious thrusts, youâre feeling your second wave of pleasure tonight take over. You knew itâd been bubbling inside your veins for some time now- and right now it almost felt as if that euphoria was overflowing.
Overspilling.
Just like the gushing wads of slick that drivel over the front slit of your cunt and leave you so wet that you feel like a waterpark. Just rhythmic bursts of your high that leave your body loose and limp, shaking a bit every time that Gojoâs cockhead plummets inwards.
Head muddled.
Eyes rolling to the very back of your head.
This might just be the best orgasm of your entire life, and your wave of pleasure is looooong and drawn-out with how many times Gojo thrusts his cock in to fuck you through it. âShit, ToruââÂ
Again and again and again.
Each time hitting the target of your g-spot dead-on and watching as you gush around him even more.Â
You were at Gojoâs complete mercyâŚalmost.
Shaking. Your hands find themselves in his hair once more- or more precisely grazing the long length of his kuru. âSatoru.â Youâre breathing out as he shivers carnally, âSatoru, I want it- ngh, inside.â
His eyes widen, âDemanding something of the oloâeyktan, are you?â
âInside, Toru.â Desperate now.
To emphasize, youâre lightly tugging on his kuru and watching as it makes the Naâvi above you shudder. His cock pouring out heaps of precum that only act as a warning for somethingâŚmore. âF-fuck, better keep this all in until tomorrow-â
At the very least.
Youâre honestly not sure if you can keep it all in even nowâbecause then Gojoâs throwing his head back and cumming long and hard. Harder than he ever thinks he has before- his seed dribbles out of him like a gooey waterfall, taking place inside every nook and cranny you have.
Heavy balls clenching almost aggressively as they empty out inside you.
Heâs swervinâ each ounce of it inside by dragging his globular tip, that reddened cockhead making you swear you taste Gojo all the way at your throat.Â
Flooding.
Your toes curl, it almost feels as though heâs fucking you into a third and fourth high altogether-
âUntil tomorrow-â Gojo barks out through his smoky tone, âUntil always-â After reaching his high so many times in one night, his sparks of euphoria just rip through him. And you can feel the sheer intensity of it by the way his slippery slick thwacks! against the back of your pussy, hot and heavy. It seems to inflate you from the inside, âUntil we have ourâŚfuck.â
And itâs not like Gojo to let up a sentence. Especially one that wavered with emotion.
âUntil I haveâŚâ He starts again, blue eyes twinkling. ââŚyou.â
Right now he was cupping the side of your face with his left hand- accidentallyâŚor perhaps notâŚdslodging the translating device from your ear.
And then the Naâvi oloâeyktan leans with his forehead pressing down on top of yours.
Dragging his hand down the side of your head, where his beads for you twinkled in the glow of Eywaâs tree. Breathing out the wordsââOel ngati kameie, muntxa si.â
He looks at you with a slightly sad smile as if he was almost bitterly glad you didnât understand. Though little did he knowâŚâOel ngati kameie, Satoru.â
And the look on his face was worth all the time youâd spent poring over Naâvi language books with Shoko these past few days. At least you understood this.
You grin, âI did a bit of research myself.â
He holds you tight, he holds you as if he wanted you two to become one.
More so.
Eventuallyâafter about four or so more rounds, and once you were thoroughly shattered and kept on begging for it, Gojo had swiped his long kuru into his hand and raised it up to you. You yourself didnât have one, but if there was anything you learned from being with the Herwi peopleâitâs that love comes in all forms and differences.
You press your lips to his flower-like nerves at the very end of his braid. Immediately, a rush of something between you two and you understand what he meant about being mates.
You feel what Gojo sees.
You feel what Gojo smells.
You feel what Gojo hears.
You feel what Gojo tastes.
You feel what Gojo feels.
You feel complete.
.
.
.
Day #6 in the Herwi village (day after the mating):
The ancient of the Herwi clan were one of the only believers in fated mates, of one who had been destined to walk beside you upon this good planet through Eywaâs will. It was said that life does not flower until one meets oneâs fate, not even the skies shall migrate, not even the ice shall melt.Â
Two souls bound to meet.
And until then one can only look up, up, upâŚ
This scientist was found in quite the curious position as mate to the oloâeyktan on the morning after.
Re-entering the village, hand-in-hand, it was inevitable that the Herwi people would stare. Not only was it quite past the deadline of six moons given, but each bore resemblance of a mating session that couldâve been spotted a smile away.
Bite marks. Bruises. Slight falter in walking.
Not to mention that it seems word had spread about theâŚinoccupancy of the Tree of Winter just the night prior. (Additionally for more on Herwi stamina read Page 69âŚ)
Circling back, the stares were rather unabashed. Some gasping. Some ribbing. Some tuts by elders of the clan who then again turned around with a smile.
It was obvious that they had been praying for the oloâeyktanâs happiness for a long, long time.
It must be noted that congratulations were doled out heavily at the communal dinner that night. Food. Dances. Parades.
It must be noted even further that preparations for coronation at the Herwi tsahĂŹk shall be taking place in a weekâs time. Who would have thought, a human being a tsahĂŹk? Who would have thought that humans had fated mates as well?
For this scientistâs final note, preparations are already being planned meticulously for the arrival of a new heir to the Gojo name.
And that leaves the scientific community with one last thing, now that fluency in the Naâvi language is on the path to be attained: the glossary.
TsahĂŹk - Head shaman, high priest, interpreter..
Oloâeyktan - Male clan leader.
Mawey - Calm.
Txeylan - Best friend.
Ăâawn - Stay.
Fnu - Be quiet.
Txen - Awake.
Nga lu rusey- oh, nga lu rusey. - Youâre alive- oh, youâre alive.
Oe'm lefpom. Txen? Lu nga txen? Tsal pung? - Iâm happy. Awake? Youâre awake? Are you injured?
âUpe lu nga fwew? - What are you looking for?
Yawne? Oe'd tĂŹng aynga. - Beloved? Iâd give you anything.
Oe pey ngim krr. - Iâve been waiting a long time.
TĂŹngaâprrnen - Pregnant.
TĂŹngaâprrnen? Oe? - Pregnant? Me?
Nga new ne kanom oe tĂŹngaâprrnen. - You want to get me pregnant?
FĂŹ'u - This.
Irayo nga - Thank you.
Oe ke ronsem tsonta lu tĂŹngaâprrnen. - I wouldnât mind being pregnant.
Lake Yapay - Lake Steam.
Hona beads - Endearing.beads.
Mt. Hoet - Vast.
Kuru - Neural queue.
Oel ngati kameie, muntxa si. - I see you, my mate.
Oel ngati kameie, Satoru. - I see you, Satoru.
A/N. It must be acknowledged that Herwi culture was influenced by some aspects of Inuit culture, as well as some aspects of my own Sinhalese culture! Both such beautiful cultures that I was honored to research more in-depth on. Also this Na'vi vocabulary bank was used, and for longer Naâvi sentences this translator was used and might not be fully accurate ahhh-
The dim glow of Gojo's desk lamp cast long shadows across his cluttered dorm room, posters of anime mechs and physics equations taped haphazardly to the walls. Books on quantum theory and Digimon merch spilled off the nightstand, but none of that mattered right now.
Gojo SatoruâThe campus nerd with his messy white hair, thick-rimmed glasses slightly askew, and that undercut you'd always wanted to touchâhad you pinned beneath him on his narrow bed. His lean body moved with a frantic rhythm, cock thrusting deep into your soaked pussy, each snap of his hips sending jolts of overstimulation ripping through you both.
Your nails dug into his scalp, scratching roughly at the short hairs of his undercut as you arched against him. The sensation was too muchâyour clit throbbed from earlier orgasms, walls clenching around his thick length like they couldn't let go. Bite marks peppered your neck and shoulders, red and blooming where he'd lost control, sucking hickeys into your skin like a man possessed.
He's a gentleman outside these sheets, always holding doors and rambling about string theory with that shy grin, but here? He's a freak, pounding into you with growls that vibrated against your collarbone.
"S-Shit, you're so tight," he panted, voice hoarse and embarrassed, cheeks flushed under the faint stubble. His blue eyes, usually hidden behind those glasses he'd ditched earlier, locked onto yours with a mix of awe and mortification.
You're his crushâthe quiet girl from his study group, the one he'd fantasized about during late-night gaming sessionsâmoaning under him like this. He couldn't believe it was real, that you were letting him fuck you raw, bodies slick with sweat.
You bucked up roughly, meeting his thrusts with a desperation that made him hiss. Your hands yanked harder at his undercut, pulling his head down as you bit at his lip, drawing a bead of blood. The roughness spurred him on, his pace turning brutal, cock slamming into your g-spot until stars burst behind your eyelids.
But the overstimulation hit like a waveâyour pussy fluttered wildly, oversensitive nerves screaming as another climax built against your will. "NghâSatoru, too much!" you gasped, voice breaking into a whine that echoed off the thin dorm walls. The pleasure-pain blurred everything.
He clamped a hand over your mouth gently, thumb stroking your cheek in that tender way of his, even as his hips didn't falter. "Shh, baby, gotta be quiet," he murmured, voice low and intimate, breath hot against your ear. His other arm snaked under your head, cradling it protectively so your skull wouldn't smack the wooden headboard with every rough drive.
It was such a Gojo moveâbeast in the thrusts, gentleman in the careâholding you like you were fragile even as he fucked you senseless. Your muffled cries vibrated against his palm, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity. He was overstimulated, too; you felt it in the way his cock twitched inside you, veins pulsing, pre-cum mixing with your arousal.
His undercut prickled under your scratching nails, a sharp sting that made him groan, burying his face in your neck to muffle his own sounds. "Fuck, your pussy's milking me⌠please, can't hold back much longer," he whined, nipping at a fresh hickey on your throat.
The room smelled of sex and his cologneâsomething clean and citrusy clashing with the musk. Intimate quiet settled between your gasps, just the wet slap of skin against skin and his ragged breaths. He slowed for a heartbeat, grinding deep, circling his hips to drag against your walls, giving you both a moment to breathe.
His hand slipped from your mouth to cup your jaw, kissing you softly amid the chaosâlips tender, tongue gentleâbefore he ramped up again as you came first, shattering around him with a sob, pussy spasming so hard it pulled him over the edge.
He thrust once, twice, then buried himself deep, cock erupting ropes of hot cum into you, filling you until it leaked out. His body shuddered, scratching faintly at your hip as he collapsed half on top, still supporting your head, glasses forgotten on the floor. In the afterglow, embarrassment flooded back. He lifted his head, cheeks burning.
"I⌠didn't mean to mark you up that much. Sorry if it hurts." But his eyes sparkled, hand tracing a hickey possessively. You just pulled him closer, scratching lightly at his undercut again, both of you lost in the quiet intimacy of what you'd just shared.
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Synopsis. Research on the Herwi clan of Pandora is both sparse and sacred. Current reports claim the existence of an icebound Naâvi residing in the bitter sub-zero mountains of Pandora: snow-white and unforgiving, as elusive as the fleeting snowflakes. Though physical evidence of these people are so far non-existent, and so are the eyewitnesses alive to tell the tale.Â
As a scientist on Pandora, you have only one goal: to prove the existence of the Herwi clan. As oloâeyktan of the Herwi clan, Gojo Satoru has only one goal: to make you his mate.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!scientist!reader, Naâvi!Gojo, Avatar AU, based on James Cameronâs movies, snow Naâvi, hidden tribes, snowy setting, scientific research, Shoko cameo, plot, culture, Naâvi language (translations at the end), Eywa, YEARNING Gojo, fated mates, size differences (heâs 11 feet), oraI (f + m rec.), standing oraI, pĂşssydrĂşnk Gojo, fĂŹngering, bĂting, spĂŹtting, cervĂŹx kĂŹssinâ, trying to fit, heâs BIG big, feraI Gojo, tummy buIges, pressing down on it, MANHANDLlNG, matĂng presses, monsterf-ing (Naâvi), rough s, stopping you from running, p sIapping, p talking, dĂşmbifĂcation, chokĂng, cIit pinching, heâs slightly lNSANE, slight brĂŠeding, mentions of kids, overstĂm, creampĂes, cĂşmfIation, cĂşmpIay, bonding, happy ending, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 15.2k
A/N. This oneâs to all the lovely babygirls whoâve been begging for this heheh, I lob you all <33
âSatoru of the snowâonce the ice disappears so shall your name.â One amongst the elder members of the Hunt sighs.
Gojo Satoru was a phantom figure before them. He led the wayâtowering and lithe. Long ivory hair dancing in the flurry. Bioluminescent freckles upon skin such a pale blue that it was practically white. Even amongst the Herwi, Gojo stood out.
Their oloâeyktan. Their leader.Â
He cuts a pathway through the wind and snow, carrying the carcasses of several snow beasts that heâd hunted himself. They rested upon his strong shoulders - the groupâs largest catch, as always - and Gojo was unyielding to the howl of Pandoraâs highest peaks. These mountains were a crown upon the young Naâviâs head.
The elder clicks his tongue, âDo you not believe it is time for this clan to see our oloâeyktan mated-â
âSo let the snow melt.â Had it been anyone but Gojo Satoru, then these words would be lost to the snowstorm. âBut I shall forever remain waiting for my mate.â
âBut the absence of a tsahĂŹk-â
âMawey- do slow down.â For not the first time since their trek started, Gojo is turning his head behind him. He might have been a firm leader, but he wasnât unfair. He watches the Herwi hunters that extend from his feet to far beyond hills of ice and frost - some middle-aged and weathered by the snow already, some fresh-faced and cold with the eagerness to prove themselves. Following them were six-legged canines they called txeylanâpowerful hinds pulling sleds piled high with hunt. âThe younger ones are having trouble keeping up.â
Gaping, the elder looks between his leader and the younger members near the middle of their group. Flanked by older Naâvi. âBut- but oloâeyktan-â
Heâs looking up at the irritated sky, âI will see no further talking.â
Though there is an easy smile across his face, the elders know not to cross him. Senior in ageâonly age.Â
They bowed their heads and looked away above all because he is their leader, but below that - deep, deeeeeep below what their prides would allow them to ever admit - because they knew he was stronger. The strongest.
The heir born of a blizzard, Satoru of the snow.Â
It was said he opened his eyes during the coldest night of that year. Ice-blue. Bitter blue. Like the pools of crystallized water that the Herwi people would dance their celebrations upon - and that night they held the longest celebrations to date. Arms in arms and singing songs. And giving thanks and giving the young his first taste of snow.Â
And though the position of oloâeyktan had an aspect of inheritance to it either way, it was undeniable that the world had just borne their future leader.
Heâd grown up taller than other Naâvi his age. Stronger. Stormy flurries wherever he stepped, and a blizzard himself.Â
There almost seemed to be a gap between him and everyone else.
Gojo had been sixteen when he was officially granted the mantle of âThe Strongestâ by the clan. It was only about time, and only because of the eldersâ reluctance that itâd taken this long.
And now it was impossible to say whether he was more loved or respected as a leader: the more boisterous of the younger Naâvi certainly loved him, the elders couldnât stand him, the ones of mating age just couldnât get enough of him. Though it was all for naught.
In all the twenty-eight years that heâd sifted through these snows - in all the ten years since heâd come of age - Gojo hadnât so much as looked at another with a degree of infatuation.
Not for a lack of propositions- in fact, if you asked his attendants then theyâd tell you that Gojo had a surplus of propositions. At least five Naâvi would stroll up the familiar pathway to his underground hut, calling out sing-song wishes to braid his hair, to walk amongst the ice glaciers together, to mend his fur clothes.Â
Hopefuls.Â
His attendants were ordered to send them all away with a gift from the oloâeyktan and a firm rejection (though, Gojo finds that that certainly didnât deter themâŚ)
They just didnât seem to understand why such a suitable young Naâvi seemed to be waitingâŚwatchingâŚfor something even he himself didnât seem to understand. Always turning his blue eyes to the skies, ever since he was a child, always, always-
Gojo stops in his tracks.
One of his arms raises to halt the procession behind him.Â
The Naâvi hunters freeze.
The Naâvi hunters let their tails swish.
The txeylan sniff the air.
Gojoâs long pointed ears twitch in every direction before resting in a single direction up ahead - where the belly of the snow seemed to swell with something. Something that the recent snowstorm had swallowed.
âOloâeyktanâŚâ One of the younger Herwi behind him whispers. âWhat is it?â
âMawey. It might be a dead snow beast.â He hisses, though he knew that wasnât right. It wasnât uncommon for even the creatures of these terrains to be bested by nature. But something about the figure in the snow wasâŚdifferent from the hounding things they hunted. Much more delicate, much more scrunched in on itself.
Gojo keeps his hand held high in the air and passes on his hunt to the nearby clansmen. Still holding onto his bow and arrows, he edges closer. âĂâawn- the clan stays here while I investigate.â Leaving no room for a word edgewise.
The wind whips his long hair and kuru as the Naâvi steps closer. And some maddened part of him almost feels that it was as though Eywa, their goddess, herself was trying to get him to stay away.
But an even madder part of him wanted to get closerâneeded to get closer.
He was being drawn in.
Making not even a single noise with his padded feet, heâs crouching down before the unmoving figure and using his long skeletal fingers to wipe away those dredges of snow.Â
Away from a faceâ
He gasps.
The rest of the Herwi startles behind him, âWhat is it- what is it, oloâeyktan?â
âIs it a snow beast? Must we commence the rituals-â
âCease! Are those fingers it has-â
âFive?â
But Gojo doesnât answer their queries, instead heâs silently pressing his ear to the swell of the bodyâs chest andâba-dump!
Listening to that faint heartbeat.
Heâs not sure how this little human was still alive, and he pulls back to look at them- the first heâs ever seen. Gojo has already heard the whispers from other Naâvi clans, of these aliens named mankind whom had settled upon Pandora a few years ago.
Heâs heard about humanityâs wits, their machinery, their greed.
Heâs heard of the way theyâve hurt his people.
But heâs never seen one up soâŚclose. Were they all this small? How could something so small be so destructive?
Gojo tilts his head down at you and runs one of his cold indexes down the side of your masked face, did they all look so hurt by the cold? He canât imagine that it didnât hurt- after all, the only reason that the Herwi had managed to reside in these mountains for hundreds of years was because of its harsh environment. Not human nor animal nor Naâvi wanted to be hereâbut Gojo always loved this place, as did his people.
He wondered whether it was such passionate love or hate that drew the little human in his arms to climb such peaks. To come this far.Â
He canât help but lean down and scoop the human up into his arms.
âO-oloâeyktan what is the meaning of this-â
âFnu- shhhh.â Gojo responds in his native language, âSheâs resting.â
The oloâeyktan carries the human all the way back the treacherous path to his clan huts.
And every time he looked down, he could see the way that smaller body fell and rose with each faint breath. He could see the flying of human-made coats that did nothing to fight off the cold of Pandora. He could see the pen and notebook stuffed inside it as if they were the most precious treasure of all.
He can see you.
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Day #1 in the Herwi village:Â
Woke up in what seems to be the healerâs hut, a wide insulated space that is more or less steeped into the underground with a berth of the entrance AS (above snow). Capped dome on top. Walls are composed of wooden planks on the interior flanked by compact ice from the outside, decorated in the thick furs of what appears to be snow beasts. Long book shelves. Kindling lantern of something bioluminescent and emitting heat. Shockingly warm inside. Vents are present but small to prevent an excess of thin air. Separate storage spaces and areas for examination, implications of advanced surgery and medical procedures taking place far beyond what we humans can understand.
Though Herwi healing techniques seem to be similar to that of other Naâvi clans (particularly the Omaticaya) in terms of relation to Eywa and natural resources, it must be noted that Herwi healing makes prominent use of ice for anti-inflammatory and vessel constricting methods.
Sparse presence of herbs and more emphasis on pressure points (for a copy of the Herwi circulatory system diagram see Page 8âŚ), though the oloâeyktan reassures that there are a multitude of flora endemic to the Pandoran heights.Â
The oloâeyktan seems particularly eager to give a tour?
With your eyes blinking openâŚyou think youâve died and gone onto whatever there was afterwards.
It wouldâve been just like you to meet your demise during the pursuit of your research- the higher-ups at your laboratory predicted the same thing. The last thing you remember before blacking out was feeling faint - weeks of hiking up this arduous peak and youâd run out of your provisions a few days ago, surviving on only melted ice to fill your belly. At least, until the sudden threat of a snowslide had resulted in you abandoning your tent and bags behind for escape.
From then on it had only been: you, your pen, your notebook with your research, your translator, and your burning passion to find the Herwi.
It was no surprise that you didnât last long.
But you suppose you just didnât expect the âafterwardsâ to be a blue, blue summer sky.Â
Ohâhow you missed the cloud-frothed ocean of blue down on Earth. It was never quite the same on Pandora, and youâre just beginning to wonder whether heaven was really home-
âYawne, txen?â
Before your muddled mind realizes that this really wasnât your sky after all.
What you were looking up into were the eyes of a Naâvi warrior.
Heâs leaning his overlarge body above yours, and youâre pressing yourself flatly against a mattressâone that was made of copious amounts of furs and the softest spun wool to make you feel as though you were floating up on the clouds.
But the farther youâre getting, the more he dwarfs you with his curious peering.
Closer.
And the only thing you can do is look up into his handsome blue face- the lightest of blues youâve ever seen.Â
Now, you have to start this off by saying that every single Naâvi youâve seen was beautifulâevery single one of them.Â
But you donât think youâve ever seen someone like him before: long white hair, blue eyes almost like a Metkayina, and glowing spots scattered like snowflakes across his cheeks. Heavy eyelids. Taller than your average Omaticaya. Perhaps a bit bulkier, as well.
If you tilted your head just past his looming figure then you could take in the tufted fur clothing he wore, slightly more coverage than of Naâvi from the more tropical areas; with patterns of rosettes peaking out wherever his skin was exposed and dotted like a fainter version of a snow leopardâs. From your own planet.
But you were not on your own planet.
Far from it.
Youâre realizing with a jolt that he was one of the Herwi clan-
âAre youâŚâ And though youâd dreamed and wished and hoped for this day for so longâright now you find yourself absolutely speechless. âAre you- fuck.â
To which he only beams- âNga lu rusey- oh, nga lu rusey.â His pearly white teeth are on full display, one little dimple crinkling at the edge of his smile. He just looks so handsome like this that you almost lose your breath- no. It must be the hypothermia thatâs getting to you. It must be. And if you didnât know any better then youâd have said that he almost sounds utterly relievedââOe'm lefpom. Txen? Lu nga txen? Tsal pung?â
Before he can say anything more, youâre digging in your coats- or at least attempting to. It doesnât take long for you to shuffle behind the thick blankets and realize that you werenât wearing those humanly thin layers you did when climbing up the mountain. Well-fitted for the Earthâs cold, but not for the harsh ever-winters of Pandora.
Instead you were wearingâŚa thick woolen coat?
Much too large on you- almost comically so. It had sleeves that reached a few feet past your fingertips, draped down to your toes, and enough space that you could hide at least five of you inside it.Â
No translator.
No pen. No notebook-
He sees this smaller figure fluttering about worriedly and tilts his head curiously, ââUpe lu nga fwew?â Before handing you your notebook and pen from a table behind him.
âPardon? Ah- thank you so muchâ!â You beam at him, and he beams back. But looking into his blue eyes once more, you feel a sudden sense of helplessness wash over you. âBut Iâm sorry, I still canât understand you.â
At this the Naâvi furrows his pale brows - youâre not quite sure whether he knew what you were saying, but he seemed to have picked up on your emotions. Nudging his large face against yours with a purring sound, âYawne? Oe'd tĂŹng aynga.â
And a part of you somewhat melts- âI said I really canât- hahah.â You half-heartedly try to push his incessant face away with a laugh, taking particular delight in noting how happily his tail was swishing. Fluffier with more fur than youâve observed on other types of Naâvi, also covered in pretty rosettes that swayed to and fro.
Itâs right now that you wished you had the patience to stay behind and immerse yourself more in the Naâvi language lessons your laboratory had provided. Most scientists didnât even go out into the field until they were experts - but you were too antsy, too greedy to know. Something seemed to have called you here whether it cost you your life.
Given youâd picked up on some phrases here and there, but it seems that the Herwi had a different accent from the clips played in those listening tests. Slightly softer, slightly more of a whisper.
Like the breath of winter, his words cooled your mask and heated up something entirely different inside of you. âOe pey ngim krr.â
Before you know it, the Naâvi clasps both your hands in hisâand youâre startled by just how large they are, just how cold. Youâre analyzing the way his pale fingers hold your own as if it was all that was tender in the world.
Intertwining.
âNgim krr.â He looks at you with those azure eyes seriously, opening up the palm of your right hand and touching his to yours. Palm against palm. Breath against breath. âNĂŹt'iluke.âÂ
You get the feeling that you were missing something very important- âIâm sorry I really wishâŚIâm so sorry to ask any more of you- I really am. But have you happened to see my translator anywhere?â
âTĂŹngaâprrnen?â He cocks his head in confusion, trying to mouth the word.
âErm- yes?â Hoping that he understood you, âMy translatorââ You emphasize the syllables- âItâs a little device to understand you-â
Youâre gesturing between the two of you- and you swear you see the light blue Naâvi pale. âTĂŹngaâprrnen? Oe?â
âYes?â You knew that âoeâ referred to oneself.
He balks- maybe you were getting through to him? âNga new ne kanom oe tĂŹngaâprrnen-â
âSkxawng.â
Before heâs suddenly cut off by a hard smack to the back of his head- and youâre looking up just in time to see another Herwi Naâvi enter the hut. The dimorphism between this particular strand of Naâvi wasnât anything too prominent, you find - both were tall, both were pale, both had long tails and rosettes scattered across their agile bodies.
The only real difference was that the one at your bedside was more rugged, with even more pure-white beads woven into his hair. Though that you could chalk up to their separate duties within the clan.
She walked inside as though she owned the place, throwing her long loose hair behind her shoulder. She doesnât even flinch as she shuts the other man upâas she brings out a black earpiece from behind her and hands it to you. âI believe this is yours. It was dropped in the rush outside.â
âO-oh!â Youâre surprised to find that it was none other than your translating device. Taking it gratefully, âThank you so so much.â
âDonât mention it.âÂ
At your baffled expression - as far as you knew, the Herwi were the last remaining uncontacted clan of Naâvi, with no knowledge of humankind nor their many languages. âI learned your language from my books-â Gesturing around her - you were right to assume that this was her hut, filled to the brim with ointments and books. Mostly of Naâvi origin, but you could spy a few in English and Japanese. â-sent by friends in the Omaticaya. I find your human stories areâŚquite amusing.â
âI see.â You breathe.
She gestures at herself, âIeri Shoko of the heart.â Then at the male Naâvi member, âGojo Satoru of the snow. I apologize for him, he is our oloâeyktan- also the one that found you.â
âSo youâre my saviour.â Youâre looking towards him- Gojo once more. He catches your eyes and looks away with a pale blue hue dusting his face. âIrayo nga.â Giving your thanks (one of the few phrases you could speak with complete confidence).Â
Youâre looking towards him- He shudders, âOe ke ronsem tsonta lu tĂŹngaâprrnen.â
As soon as heâs saying it, Shoko smacks her hand on her forehead- and you wonder what exactly he means.Â
So without further ado, youâre fixing the earpiece onto yourself.
âIdiot.â Shokoâs turning back to Gojo, âYou know thatâs not what she meant?â
Gojo crosses his arms and huffs- âIâm just saying I wouldnât mind if itâs for her-â
âNot even Eywa could make that happen.â
âGetting preg-â
âHello?â Testingâand if the way both Naâvi jerk their heads to you in slight surprise is anything to go by, then youâd say that the translator was working rather well. It was less an earpiece that translated and more a device to target that part of your brain that communicated and understood foreign languages.
Allowing you to both understand and speak in the dialect of the Naâvi - an invention by yours truly, of course. Youâd (as close as) perfected it just last year for this expedition. âCan you understand me?â
Gojo stares at you with wide blue eyes.
With his pretty lips parted.
With his tail swishing back and forth.
âI see y-â
âWe understand you.â Shoko nudges him roughly in the ribs, âI apologize if weâre a bit startled- itâs the first time weâre seeing a human in person.â
âI couldâve guessed that.â You giggle, flickering your eyes over to the starstrack Naâvi. Though you were equally as such. Somehow you speaking in his language just seemed to make himâŚâBut I want to emphasize that I come in peace- I just want to learn as a scientist, not even my laboratory knows exactly where I am. And I intend to keep it that way.â
Shoko crosses her arms and looks gravely at you, âWhat do you want?â
âTo learn. To research you and your people.â You look between them both, âTo confirm the existence of the Herwi clan has been a dream of mine for a long time- not for the papers or the accolades, but because I just wanted to know you.â
âAnd how can we trust you?â Shoko says, getting nudged by Gojo afterwards.
âI wonât reveal anything you donât want me to.â Determination dripping in your tone, âNot even if they kill me for it.â
They appraise you, and itâs silent for a beat before Shoko looks at Gojo.
And Gojo nods.
Shoko shoots you a barely-there smile, âWellâŚhuman, what do you want to know?â
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After you woke up, it was after a long talk and almost three or so hours later that youâd gotten up- Shoko and Gojo had both rushed to your side. Waving them off, youâd attempted to shrug off the coat and hand it back to Gojo - long since realizing that it was his - but heâd almost been offended by the gesture.
Refusing.Â
Heâd kept a hand behind on the small of your back to steady you with every step climbed towards the entrance. And once you were out- you could practically feel the storm freeze around you.
Colder than cold.
The Herwi looked at you with fear.
They stopped in their tracks and didnât even look to breathe until Gojo had followed right after. And standing beside him like that, youâd been made too aware of the drastic height difference between you two. The average Naâvi was about nine to ten feet tall, though by the look of it the Herwi of the snow were much larger than their oceanic counterpartsâslightly thicker, with limbs that were long and covered in sparse fur to protect them from the cold.
The Herwi average was about ten feet, youâre finding.
Though Gojo stood at a proud eleven feet (11â1 as you come to interrogate out of him more precisely later on) and rested his hand gently upon your shoulder. They had faint scars on them that marked him as a warrior, and you could feel the slight callouses send shivers across your coat-swathed body. His tail curled around your thigh.
You donât think you even came up to his stomach-
âMy peopleâŚâ He announced in booming Naâvi. â-as some of you may know from the hunt today, we have a guest.â
You shift at the stares.
âMore importantly, my guest. And we will make her feel welcome like family.â
âFamily?â The whispers came.
âBut she is one of the sky peopleâŚâ
âPart of the family isâŚbut if the oloâeyktan says soâŚâ
âIâve never seen him so casually touchy with someone before-â
âShhhhhhh!â
âI understand if you are scared, and to those who wish it- you are free to leave and never interact with her while she is here.â Though none of them do move. Fixated. âBut to those who arenât, I urge you to share the beauty of our culture.â
To which youâd gulped before introducing yourself as you had to Shoko and Gojo.
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Day #2 in the Herwi village:Â
The governing system of the Herwi is quite reminiscent to that of other clans - made up by a singular oloâeyktan or olo'eykte, accompanied by a tsahĂŹk (though Gojo assures proudly that he is not mated as of writing this), and a council of clan elders that act as an advisory board.
Most decisions are made solely by the wisdom of Gojo himself, though large choices require a vote from the council as well as his people. Such requisites are rare, however, as it seems the oloâeyktanâs impact extends to the non-council people in such a way that they trust him with everything. (For more on the lovely reception and the sheer popularity of Gojo Satoru see Page 11âŚ)
Governing seems to be harmonious if a little quietly tense in regards to certain elders that disagree yet are ultimately obeisant to their oloâeyktan.
This scientist in particular caused a little stir in the Herwi leadership once a research visit was proposed by the oloâeyktan to the rest of the elders. Though initial reactions had been reluctant, after a terse discussion, ultimately six moons had been granted to collect all appropriate research (due to be checked by the elders prior to leaving). No more. No less.
Six moons should be more than enough!
Shoko might have let it slip that it was Gojo who used his privilege as oloâeyktan to convince the councilâŚand he wasnât too happy that theyâd granted you merely six moons (five days if youâre counting the first night there) to stay here. He wanted to gawk at this new human more, you supposed.
But you were so very grateful to each and every one of them either way - even those wizened elders who scowled at you suspiciously wherever you passed. Though even glares seemed sweet when you were living your dream, hm? And it best be believed that you were taking advantage of every single second you had with the clan - every single second.
Because this was exactly what those cigar-smoking higher-ups had laughed at you for.Â
They thought you were chasing a myth.
The Herwi people had been so gracious as to offer you an empty hut, despite Gojoâs fervent insisting that you take his and he can simply tough it out in the cold outside-
And the next day you were up early- perhaps a little too early for the oloâeyktan whoâd apparently tracked your trail and followed you around for an hour. Before he finally managed to stop you in the middle of your field study - helping out a young Herwi mother take care of her crying toddler, whilst learning about Herwi childcare techniques - and raised his bag full of food.
Breakfast.
Youâre smacking your hand against your forehead as youâd completely forgotten - not quite out of the ordinary for when you got too immersed in your work. But it was different when you had someone seeking you out to take care of youâŚ
And so after sharing the abundance of breads and berries and soups (far too much for but the two of you) with the Herwi mother and child, the two of you sit outside her hut and admired the view of the village. The soft half-sun that melted across the capped peaks, a buttery layer of light that was not even half as bright as on Earth.
But somehow gentler.
Gojoâs raising one berry to his lips before- âAhâŚâ His mouth drops when he takes a glance at you- more accurately, at your masked self. And heâs stopping in his movements, âExcuse me for just a second, beloved.â
âOh? Of course.â
You watch as heâs standing up and sprinting light-fast towards the edge of a great steaming lake in the horizon. His figureâs crouching down and cupping his hands in the sparkling water, bubbling with fury. Gojo brings it up to his face and whispers a mantra that you couldnât quite determine. Not from where you were sitting.
Before carefully bringing it right up to you- âDrink, beloved.âÂ
He gently leans down to let his fingertips meet your mask.
And youâd had no optionâyou consider it for science, though a part of you knew you didnât have to linger your lips so much on his cold skin- but you lift your mask up and drink it.
Once the water floods your throat, you knew something was different.
Your lungs quiver.
Once.
Twice.
And youâd found yourself able to breatheâ
Breathing on Pandora.
âHow did youâŚâ As you gasp, Gojo reaches out and removes the mask off of you completely. Heâd let the earpiece stay on, of course, but lightly grazed his cold digits against the shell of your ear and made you shiver. âI donât even know what to say- thank you. I didnât even know this was possibleâno other Naâvi clan let alone a mere human has discovered a way to let us breathe normally on Pandora.â
âFor you. Lake Yapay.â Gojo says, large hand still cupping your face. âIt steams great billowing heat in the day, and freezes by night. Here in Herwi, we use its water to expand our lungs during snowstorms.â
And you want to write it down- you know you should, but the pen in your fingers wonât move. Or more accurately, your fingers wonât move.
He continues, âThis land is alive and works in mysterious ways. It has worked for you, beloved, as I knew it would.â
âThank you again, oloâeyktan.â
âSatoru.â He interjects.
âSatoru.â
He smiles as if it meant the world.
And so your feast commences.
âYou have to remember to eat.â Gojo says to you as he scoffs down a sweet paste made of ice-blue berries, âHow will you brave the winter storms otherwise? Of course, I will protect youâand yet still.â
âWell, I sure hope I survive six more nights for my research then, hm?â You joke.
But you hadnât expected Gojoâs face to darken, for him to shake his head. âItâs not fair.â
âPardon?â
âSix more nightsâŚâ And you hadnât exactly expected him to be soâŚinvested in your research - you admit that you would benefit more from a longer period of studying the Herwi, but you were ready to take what was given. He looks down at the glaring snow and whispersâmore to himself. âItâs not fair. I will correct it.â
âCorrect?â
âOh?â And you look from him to the village straight ahead, âWell, Iâd be happy either way, Satoru.â
Just then that little Naâvi youâd been helping to watch over before comes waddling and giggling out of the hut to hold onto you- and you pick her up readily.
Gojo took one look at the two of you and shivered.
Shivered.
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Day #3 in the Herwi village:Â
Hunts are an imperative part of the Herwi lifestyleânot only is it how the people are nourished, but itâs a social activity, itâs a coming-of-age activity.Â
As aforementioned, hunts are commenced and led by none other than the oloâeyktan. A large group of Herwi warriors shall trek across the icelands in one unit, and it was quite interesting to note that most of the younger hunters are positioned in the middle where they are less likely to get injured during such a trip.
It is in the middle of their hike that Gojo will alert when the group is to split up: Snow beast hunters and snow marine stilts. Divide and conquer seems to be the only strategy that somehow tames such an unforgiving environment, and Herwi marine-hunters seem to be picked from the most patient of warriors. They carve out a hole in the middle of frozen bodies of water (never Lake Yapay, this divine body is never harmed) and each positions themself atop a tall icicle beside it to escape prowling beasts and currents. Crouched and ledged atop one, the sheer core strength and balance is divine once they cast their lines and wait.
On the other side of things, we have the Herwi beast-hunters. Using a large variety of weapons, the most popular is noted to be the bow and arrow - used by the oloâeyktan himself. They stalk in the cold white billows of snow with not even a single shiver, they lay in wait for hours, they tire their prey out.
And nevertheless this scientist found todayâs hunt rather interestingâŚ
The third and fourth days had passed by in much the same fashion - except for the slight tweak in your routine that included opening your hut door and finding the oloâeyktan standing there every single morning.
Always with food, always with a smile, always with some interesting niveous flower for you to press into your notebook. Then afterwards the two of you would set out to help you interview the Herwi people of all ages and backgrounds, to take samples, to explore the natural fauna, to even join Gojo on one of his Hunts on the third day.Â
They admitted that they didnât focus on hunting as much as they normally did on that trek, too enamored with this strange little human that had showed up one day and had their oloâeyktan glued to her side.
You interviewed hunters and elders (well, the ones that didnât ignore you completely or were on the verge of cursing you out until they caught their leaderâs eye) until your mouth hurt. And Gojo had taken you into the best spot with natural Pandoran fauna, making you jot down notes until your fingers cramped.
Once the sun was beginning to set and the Naâvi were getting ready to head back to their village for the night, youâre taking the opportunity to interview some of the young hunters. Gojo was off in the distance making up for the slightly lowered hunt by ice-spearing more snow beasts. And you were more than happy not to distract him while he took care of his oloâeyktan duties- after all, the other hunters were nice. Never having seen a human before, theyâd been more than happy to answer your questions.
Ribbing each other, guffawing as they answered, placing their hands down on you and ruffling your head from above.
Almost as if you were a plaything- and you admit it was in the name of science, you didnât mind it too much until a particularly boisterous hunter about Gojoâs age had kept swatting at you no matter how many times you politely moved away. Until heâd caught you on the scruff of your coat and tried to lift you upâ
You hear the sound of bones breaking before you realize what it is.
Whipping your head behind you in an instant to see that Gojo was behind the other hunter and pulling his hand hard enough that you hear other Naâvi cry out.Â
He lets go of you, of course, and you watch with widened eyes as Gojo then bandages his fellow Naâviâs arm himself. Though you note that he doesnât apologize.
Gojo didnât leave your side for a single second after that.
That night after the dinner by the lake, Gojo walks you to your hut and sleeps outside in the bitter cold- no matter how much you tried to get him to take up the bed inside. Heâd insisted.
After mating, heâd said.
You wonder whether your translating device was malfunctioningâŚ
(See Page 26 on Herwi possessivenessâŚ).
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Day #4 in the Herwi village:Â
Beads.
A well-known part of Naâvi culture, one of the most recognizable, perhaps. The scientific community has written long and extensively on the importance of bead-sharing in the Omaticaya clan, however, this scientist shall be the first to detail the beauty of how this tradition extends to the Herwi clan.
According to the artisans of this village, beads arenât fashioned through molten stone or seeds or clayâgiven the availability of such in this environment. Rather, theyâre made with snow.
Never-melting snow.
Yes, the design of hona beads from snow is a practice unique to the Herwi clan. Broken off from the hardest icicles growing at a peak of Mt. Hoet said to touch the sky, not only is it a treacherous passage to get to those specialized bits of ice, but the process of making the beads finds itself just as arduous. These icicles are then welded into delicate beads and dipped into the waters of Lake Yapay at night, letting them soak and then carried to freeze at the highest peak once more.
This process is repeated until the beads are as hard as diamonds on Earth- perhaps even harder. Never-melting. Never-breaking. Never-forgetting. Though not too hard so that the Herwi will be unable to carve unique patterns and symbols special to themself. Rinse. Repeat.
Though the clear meaning of such is ambiguous, it is most certainly a way of showing appreciation - as one would have to love someone very much to do this, no?
It was on your fourth day amongst the Herwi clan that Gojo didnât show up with a beautiful flower or trinket from the terrain- instead, heâs bounding up to you with a string of beads and knotting it against the side of your face.
Pushing it back and taking you in with it.
Without a question.
âSatoru, did youâŚâ Youâre holding the line of beads up to the sunlight and watching the little patterns glimmer. They were slightly frosted and flurried like the smallest of snowglobes, âDid you make this for me?âÂ
And you swear they had the most intricate design of clouds on them, swirling and tumbling.
âOf course.â He smiles proudly. âUs Herwi are taught how to design our very own hona beads ever since we were children, and as Naâvi coming of age we walk up the path to make the first one for ourselvesâŚas adults we make one for our family orâŚâ Mates.
âAnd this- god, I need toâŚwrite about this but I canât even imagine how long this wouldâve taken.âÂ
âFour days.â Gojo cocks his head and looks down at you- and that brilliantly confident grin of his plasters across his face once more. âFor most it takes four years, but for you I did it in four days.â
âOh, theyâre just amazing.â You run a hand down the ice-cold globules, âThank you, Satoru.â
He holds your hand as he leads you out into the village.
Gojo tells you that night to wear those very beads to the clan dinner - once a week (at the very least) after a particularly successful Hunt, the Herwi people will get together for a massive feast. Youâd heard excited whispers about it from the public you surveyed, and it seems that the oloâeyktan had chosen tonight.
Night had begun to fall, and you were dragged playfully by some younger girls straight to the edge of this vast frozen lake. Past snow-capped huts that stuck out of an even more snow-capped ground like eager heads, and ice-jeweled trees and frozen rivers and pathways lit with bioluminescent algae trapped in lanterns of ice.
It was a world in frost.
Where Naâvi had gathered with their families, their friends, their foodâall in an array of tables that circled the crystallized body of water like a wedding ring.
Under the snowy night sky they communed.Â
âYou are wearing my- I mean your hona beads.â Gojo had beamed as he eventually caught up with you and guided you himself. He led you by hand again - even though you werenât exactly quite sure whyâŚat least it kept you from being toppled over by the other tall Herwi rushing to snag their own seats. âYou look beautiful with them, beloved.â
And you werenât quite sure what to say- though the bubbling pit at your stomach certainly wanted you to tell him something. Instead you divert the topic, âYou hunted today as well, yes? Is there anything here that you hunted?â
To which he looks at you with a rather cocky smile, âBeloved, I have hunted more than half of the feast tonight. Trust that you will enjoy it.â
And you might have joked about him being presumptuous- but you really did enjoy the feast.
Under a star-studded sky and glimmering lanterns that twinkled like the freckles upon Gojoâs face, he led you to the very head table that no other Naâvi dared touch. It was rather obvious that this one was meant for the oloâeyktan himself, but what was curious was when your seat had been placed right next to his.
Perks of being a special guest, you suppose?
Shoko was beside you and shot you an amused smile, before preening for another Herwi next to her with a scar that ran across her face and half-braided hair.Â
âUtahime.â Gojo had whispers in your ear, âShokoâs mate.âÂ
âAh- I see!â Pen quivering in your hand, youâre jotting down your observations in your notebook under the table. âPerfect. Iâm quite curious about the mating rituals of the Herwi, you see. Do you suppose Iâd be able to ask them some questions later on in the night?â
âDonât ask them questions- ask me.â Gojo huffs. Brows furrowing. Lower lip jutting into a pout.
He leans over and wraps his arm around the back of your chair. Squirming, âO-ohâŚbut youâre not mated yet, are you, Satoru?â
âNope!â
âRightâŚâ But then how could you ask him about mating if he wasnâtânevermind.
Because just then the group in charge of cooking for the clan had rounded the tables and begun placing their most savored delicacies on top of them. Meats upon vegetables upon berries that youâd seen growing naturally across the mountainside they lived on. It was steaming hot and everything that you could dream of.
Whether you didnât like meat, whether you didnât like vegetables- there was always something there for you.
Most of the richest dishes were allocated around the oloâeyktan and your single table, stuffing the surface to the brim until you had to squeeze next to Gojo for space. Of course, he didnât seem to mind. Perhaps too busy piling his place with the sweetest treacly milks and frozen desserts that he could reach.
After dinner came the dances.
It happened every night after the community dinner when everyone - full and satisfied by then - would start humming and chanting their ancient hymns. Echoing into the sleepy snow and the ever-young night, someone would pull out two snow beast-skin drums by then. Thumping away to the songs of the snow.Â
Children ran off and made snow-prints and snow-fights in the mountains of powder. Family members would begin drowsily feeding each other and insisting they eat more. Others traced their own hona beads and promised theyâd make ones for the one they love.
More would punch small holes through the frozen lake and bring the water up to their mouths, of which a sudden blow would make the water freeze and scatter out into the air in twinkling snowflakes. Emulating the stars themselves.
Snow-breathers.Â
Theyâd sing, theyâd sound, theyâd show off and thenâŚthe first mated couple would walk onto the middle of the frozen ice.
Then the second.
The third.
The fourth and the fifth and the sixth-
What a way to end the night, love warming the cold air and couples twirling around each other with their tails intertwined. Usually, youâd be content to clap and attempt to sing alongâ
But then Gojo stands up- and you almost believe he was ready to leave the table altogetherâŚuntil heâs reaching his hand out to you.
You.
And you look around in slight surprise- almost as if expecting someone to materialize right beside you and take Gojoâs hand instead. But the only thing youâre getting is Shokoâs approving nod from next to you, before she lets herself be dragged by Utahime onto the frozen lake.
And so youâd danced.
Rather an interesting sight considering the height difference, you admitâbut it was beautiful. Gojo scoops you up into his arms with one steadied underneath you, the other holds one of your hands in his.Â
So much larger. So much more powerful.
And yet so gentle.
He twirls you around to the music and you laugh at the wind stinging your face.
âSatoru, youâre going to drop meââ
âI should rather die than drop you.â
âBut- but what of the other Herwi that will be mistaken?â You ask then, already sensing the envious looks that were thrown your way.Â
âThere goes my dream of being tsahĂŹk, Iâm almost sure of it now-â
âBut I havenât been able to try my luck with the oloâeyktan yet-â
âOh shush, girl! You seriously think any of us had a chance?â
You look into his handsome face, eyes trained on you despite all the whispers and disturbance amongst his people. Only you. âYou wonât be able to find a mate this way.â
Something unreadable in his blue eyes, flickering with fire from the tables and something else entirely. âPerhaps I donât want one.â
âWell that would be entirely your decision.â You place your hands on his broad shoulders, flexing as they move you around with ease. âBut it seems in Herwi tradition, the oloâeyktan is wont to take a mate.â
He raises a white brow, âAnd who should you believe must be my mate then?â
You didnât quite know how to answer that.
Averting his eyes- and those of the Naâvi staring at you two. âW-well, Herwi has many fine women and men. Reykol is the best singer.â
âI do not want Reykol.â
âTĂŹtaron is a good hunter.â
He pulls you closer, âYes, she is a good hunter. But I am better, and I do not care for TĂŹtaron.â Reaching up one hand to brush away the snowflakes that had begun dusting your face, âI believe I have already been fated to. Even before I was born, I have already chosen.â
You swallow, âWho, Satoru?â
He only smiles.
âWho?â
But he does not answer, youâre twirled around once more and the moonlight catches your dangling beads.
âIs thatâŚâ
âSurely our leader isnât saying what we think he is saying-â
âBut look at him, he looks soâŚhappy.â
You turn your head to catch the fact that most of the Herwi were looking at you, whispering behind their hands. In hindsight, you think that perhaps it was not a coincidence that they ogled you - and particularly the hona beads that youâd been gifted. Not a coincidence at all.
You wore his signature because you were his.
And they all knew you were his.
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Day #5 in the Herwi village (the last day):Â
Leaving tomorrow, a perceptive scientist may notice that there is only one thing missing from this comprehensive research into the Herwi clan.
The source of Eywa.
As a deity to all Naâvi people, her influence seeps into the songs and prayers of even the highest terrains on Pandora. Into the healing. Into the well wishes. Into the belief system of a people so accepting and harmonious that their tree of Eywa does not need to be visibly present for her will to be carried out.
But as for where she resides hereâŚ
Your fifth and final day was less research and more saying your goodbyes to all the friends youâd made in the Herwi clan. Youâd be leaving first thing tomorrow, before the sun even rose, according to the sternest of the elders.Â
Gojo hadnât met you outside your hut that morning, and youâd idled away the time packing and repacking your bag of samples and books. Thrice, before you started to believe that he might not come after all.
But that was alright, ultimately believing that heâd show up later on in the day, you visited all the healers, the hunters, the dancers, and the chefs. The mother and toddler youâd grown close to on your first day here, and even a stray elder that had sought you out to bow goodbye.Â
All the young Naâvi and the old Naâvi.
All the Naâvi that had come to not fear you and the Naâvi that had found you endearing at first sight.
Theyâd warmed up to you since you first came here. They gave you gifts, each of them, and your heart ached as you thought of leaving.Â
Goodbyes were always painful - but perhaps one most of all. Gojo.
He still hadnât met you by the end of your route, and youâd circled the village about twice by the time you were done. He was nowhere to be seen.
It was almost as if heâd disappeared into thin air.
It was with a heavy pit in your stomach that you started to head back to your hutâyour last dinner with the Herwi people would be in a few hours. Afterwards, Gojo had previously arranged for you to be accompanied by some of the clanâs best warriors on your trek down.Â
You just thought thatâd include him.
Perhaps you could sleep it off until the final dinner- and you were shutting the door just behind youâŚ
Before sounds a hurried, hasty knockâ
You open the door to see the oloâeyktan of the Herwi tribe.
Panting. Covered in snow.
âMy apologies, I have spent the day clearing the pathway for us.â Gojo huffs out, leaning against your door frame with one hand. The other reaching out to youââCome with me, beloved?â
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The Herwi source of Eywa was inside an ice cave.
One that would get blocked when the goddess herself did not wish to be seen, one that Gojo had torn through layers of packed ice to burrow a pathway for the both of you. Heâd carried you all the way to the gaping mouth of blue ice and ghost snow.
Closing in on you like arms of rime beckoning you to the tree of Eywa. The Tree of Winter.
The cold embrace of a mother.
One you were still not quite sure whether you were allowed to seeâbut Gojo knew he wanted you to see. He saw you.Â
At the end of the cave was an ice column about eighty feet tall and naturally formulated to look like the winding branches of a tree. Dripping to the ground in phantom white snow, each one delicate and graduating from white to blue. There almost seemed to be a glowing aura about it.
Clear mirrors making up the treeâs vines. Honed tips of the icicles rising from Pandora and stabbing down towards it. The top of the tree reached where the cave roof was hollow, beaming a circle of light from the skies that donned Eywa in innocent pink.
You gasped at the white snowsprites that bounced off of the tree and onto your two bodies.Â
Where Gojo stand with his back straight, his meaty thighs spreadâpearly white teeth biting down to stop himself from fucking moaning at the feeling of your mouth sliding up nâ down his hot cock.
While you were standing.
You didnât even have to get on your knees.
His eleven foot figure loomed above you, one hand on the back of your head and the other pumpinâ his furious erection. Your maw slips down his puckered tip and he shivers- bucking ever-so-slightly and hitting the back of your throat dead-onâ
And yet he wasnât even fully bottomed out.
He wasnât even fully bottomed out.
The sudden realization makes you claw at the sides of his blue skin with a whine- direct vibrations that make the puckered tip lodged inside your mouth twitch. Heâs sploshing out even more syrupy pre like he couldnât stop it.
Heâs not even trying and itâs already so much, cascading like a waterfall down the front of your chin.
âNow- hah, now.â One of Gojoâs prolonged fingertips reaches out to smear away the slippery sheen across your face- at least, thatâs what you think heâs doing.
But instead youâre feeling him curve his rude digits between your lips and push those dewy droplets inside. Shovelling his cock just a little bit deeper, âSânot good to waste it, beloved. Open your mouth and take it all like a good girl, yes?â
âMmmpf-â A damn miracle that you could get out that much sound in the first place. Youâre pulling off to answer, and Gojo jerks his hips a lilâ to chase your damp mouth. âYouâre saying you want me to take it allâ?â
He shivers, leopard-like tail twitching. âYes.â
And right before your very eyes, you can see his shaft throb even bigger.Â
Harder.Â
The prettiest bluish-pink on his tip, one with a divot that leaks out a line of precum. Youâre following it with your dazed eyes- before the next thing youâre seeing is a close-up of it.
Gojo has his massive hand plastered to the back of your scalp and is pushinâ your head in, digging his dripping wet tip against the back of your throat. With a groan, the Naâvi pins you to him and hammers out a few sloppy thrusts of his cock.
Again and again.
Slurp after slurpâ
âGonna take it all- hah- my entire cock inside that pretty mouth, yes?â Heâs cocking his head to the side and asking down at you sweetly. And he might look all in control, but Gojoâs voice fucking breaks at the very end of his sentence.Â
Right in synchronization with the way you were dragginâ your sizzling tastebuds down the veiny sides of his erection. Just the cutest tongue that was eagerly lapping up everything he was givingââDoesnât matter if youâre a lilâ human, youâre gonna take the leaderâs biiiiig cock, arenât you?â
Removing yourself from his thickened tip with a wet pwah! âY-youâre really serious about the-â
âYes.âÂ
And heâd apologize for cutting you off later- hell, heâd grovel at your feet if he has to. But right now all Gojo can think of doing is holding onto the back of your head and strollinâ his thumb down the column of your throat. The oloâeyktan can feel that fat cylindrical intrusion where his cock was pumping in and out- and heâs sliding his fingertip dooooooown that bulge. âArenât you a scientist, beloved?â
âY-yes?â
âThen arenât you curious about just how far a human can take Naâvi cock?â
âWellâŚâ You blubber out, âI guess so-â
âThen consider it for your research.â With each syllable heâs cutting your breath off by thudding his cockhead against the roof of your mouth. âThen just fucking- haaaaahââ And youâre finding that the pre Naâvi cock exuded was actually rather sweet- almost like honeydew flooding up your mouth nâ being slid all round by the intrusion of his shaft. â-take it.â
âMmmpfângh.â Tears were streaming down your face by now, wetting your cheeks and making the Naâvi wipe them away with his thumb.
âDonât cryyyyyââ Heâs airily calling out, almost nothing like the level-headed Naâvi youâd met before. âBig girls donât cry. Donât worry- mâgonna give you all of my cock, beloved.â
âS-Satoru-â
But each of your broken yowls were being bullied back in with his bludgeoning wet tip, bruisinâ away its splitted end anywhere and everywhere.Â
He swabs into the tiniest nooks and crannies inside your mouth with his sheer size, leaving your knees utterly weak where you were still standing. Heâs holding your head up to his cock- âCâmon- feel.â
You peer up at him in confusion.
âFeel for your research.â Fluttering his long pale lashes down at you, a sultry smile spreads across his lips. âHow many loooong thick inches youâre being given. How many veins are filling ya up. How many times I hit the back of yer throat like this-â
A shuddering slam right where you were most tender. âPlease-â
âMâhelping you with your- fuck, research.â He chuckles down lecherously, âBy shutting that smart human mouth of yours up.â
âFuck-â
âFeel it- just feel.â
He thrusts so hard that his heavy ballsack smacks! against your chin, âFeel the way that lilâ mouth of yours can barely even take me. Feel how fat my balls are with cum just for you. Count them? Wanna calculate the girth?â Until it was stinging a permanent girth on your skin, rubbed raw with impact. âFeel the way I- ngh, bruuuise your throat nâ those sensual lips until anyone that talks to you knows Iâve been here.â Heâs babbling on stupidly by now, eyes falling more nâ more half-lidded by the minute. Heâs holding on tightly to your restless head and shoves- âFeel the way I fuck my mateââ
Gojo trails off as if shocking himself, and youâre snapping your teary eyes up to him with a muffled- âWhat?â
But you donât know whether itâs on cue, you donât know whether itâs the startle of being caught- but Gojoâs slamming his cocktip way past the back of your throat and cumming.
Oozing out hot dollops of cum that take over your pretty mouth.
Shaft throbbing furiously. Balls twitching like no other. He throws his head back and squelches straight down your throat, and you can feel the thickness of it plug up your voicebox.
So sweet.
So much.
And youâre not sure whether itâs a Naâvi thing or itâs a Gojo thing that heâs cumming so much in one go.
Loooooong miry stripes that trickle down the sides of your mouth- he leans down and pushes them back between your lips with one of his thumbs. Ivory sap constantly leaking down onto your tastebuds, he feels the heady slip nâ slide of his cock against those wads of cum. âFuh-fuckâŚâ
And then heâs not moving, merely clasping the back of your head and bringing you firmly up against his slender pelvis.Â
Your nose rubs against the tufts of white on his abs before you realize that heâd just bottomed-outâjust once, like heâd promised.Â
And it was enough to send you reeling, feeling the pushback of his swabbinâ tip. Pouring out even more heady liquid every time he was draaaaging down your velvety tongue.Â
The tip of your tastebuds flicks his sensitive slit just right and you can feel him pulse deep inside. âFeel me in there?â Gojoâs groaning from above. âFeel how much I ache for you. Feel the volume of my cum- are you counting it?â
âI-Iââ
But evidently your half-sob wasnât enough.
And the Naâvi is reaching down and pinching your nostrils together with his free hand. âAh ah- focus on your research, beloved.â
And youâre struggling uselessly against his mean action, to which Gojo watches with a predatory gaze at the way you huff nâ sputter. And he has the audacity to snicker-
âI really can throw you around like a ragdoll, huh?â
Itâs as if the realization had just struck him and heâs shuddering.Â
It almost feels like ages before heâs finally pulling away with a loud plop!
An excess of your cum was leaking out of your maw and threatening to drip onto the floor- âTch, this is a sacred place, my human.â Heâs rasping outâswipinâ up the frothed white cum as if he wasnât absolutely desecrating you. Pushing those clingy wads between your maw.
He then guides his honed tip to glide across your lips, gluing your lips shut with all his seed.
And Gojo canât help but admire you- peering up at him with his towering height. All covered in his syrupy slick and speechless, unable to talk even if your voicebox had been left intact.
He smiles, tail swishing happily to and fro. âMy human.â Gojo leans all the distance down to kiss you upon your sopping wet lips. âMy m- pretty human. My pretty humanâŚâ
But you donât have enough sense at the moment to ponder too long on his little slip-up before heâs bending down close with his hoarse mouth against the shell of your ear.
Making you feel so sensitive.
â-did ya get enough research yet?â
And then heâs good on his other promise: throwing you around like a ragdoll.
Before you know it, Gojoâs thundering down onto his knees upon the frozen floor - taking you right along with him. He grabs his fur coat from a little ways away and makes you rest down on top of it. With ease.
Back flat on the coat. Legs spread high in the air.
Twisted around the back of Gojoâs neck and locked in place-
âSatoru-â You look around the Tree of Winter that only seems to glow even brighter, the snowsprites buzzing. â-are you sure we should be doing this hâoh.â
Gojo doesnât say anything - he doesnât have to.
Heâs merely unhinging his jaw and letting his loooong pinkish tongue drip out. It was glossy with ravenous saliva, thick at the base, and curved at the tip. The end of it dripped tantalizingly with spittle- almost torturously.Â
Achingly needy.
There was an almost feline quality to it that made your thighs clench.
âN-nevermind.â
The only thing youâre managing to get out before Gojo had his tongue stuffed against your wet core and swabbinâ away until you saw whiteââM-mmmpf.â His mouth was just so large that he could engulf your pussylips with a single bite, honed canines grazing the outer edge of your cunt while he kisses inwards. âMy pretty mate- my tasty mate.â
Itâs almost as if he was pussydrunk already.
With just a single slurp of his curvaceous tongue glidinâ up and down your slit, Gojo has his blue eyes rolling to the back of his head and his hips bucking. Wildly. âWhy didnât Eywa tell me that youâd taste so good-â
âOh myââ Your back arches while his thickened fingertips come between your legs to pinch your puckered pussy into his mouth. Pushing you against him even more - greedy. âShit, it just feels so-â
Smack!
And without a single warning, Gojo has his roverinâ fingertips slamming down on your pussy. Straight on top of your slit where your clit was hidden, it sends shockwaves of both pain and pleasure up your spine.
Youâre gasping and staring down at him-
âNow now, no cursing- be good before Eywa, hm?â That damn hypocrite - and you could see it in that sultry smile of it. Gojo was getting off on the way youâd squirm your cunt restlessly against his face, sighing into the way he starts fucking your pussy once more. âOr else mânot gonna eat this pretty pussy of yours out, ya hear?â
You gape, âThatâs not fucking fair-â
Smack!
âWhat was that, beloved?â
âI saidââ
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Until Gojoâs leaving your pussy raw and needy, and even then he wasnât done with you- he has the audacity to purse his plump lips and spit. Spit. Letting the sharp strike of saliva make you shiverâ
âWhat was that?â He asks you in such a breathy tone, such a ruined tone. Gojo spoke like if you told him you needed him right now then he would simply shatter.Â
And you can only gulp at the state that he was in - youâve researched Naâvi during times of high pressure, during battles, during their coming-of-age ceremonies. But never had you met one that simply seemed soâŚferal. âI-Iâll be good, Satoru.â
He smiles like heâs been wanting to hear those exact words for years.
Fingertips jittering with excitement, he then reaches for your intertwined ankles with his tail.Â
Locking them in place, Gojo murmurs. âGoodâŚâ Before heâs getting ready to dive straight back into your sweetened cunt once more, âBecause you better not run-â
And you donât get to ask just what might constitute you running from his mouth. His tongue.
You donât get to ask just what it meant when he looked at you with that dark inkling of something carnal, as if he was about to devour you whole.
You donât get to ask anything, in fact, and whatever questions were already in your throat burst into a zillion pieces at the feeling of him pushing his tongue inside your hole. Properly.
Not lapping away coquettishly on your outer cunt, not slurpinâ up all your treacly juices.
Gojo had his tastebuds stuffed inside your entrance and was draaaaagging them all across every orifice inside of you. Thrusting his entire length in and out at a rapid pace, you could feel the edge of his chin hitting your base with every movement.
Inside and out.
Inside and out.
But the sheer speed of him wasnât even the bit makinâ you the most dizzy- see Gojoâs Naâvi tongue was something amazing. Something incredible.Â
Just so large and lavish that it was stretching your walls out like never before.
âP-please-â You donât think youâve ever felt anything like this- the way that Gojoâs textured tongue would mold against your walls, the way heâd pinpoint even the tiniest orifices with his flexible tip, the way heâd expand and contract his tongue purposefully. Until you saw white. BuckingââPlease it just feels so-â
âWhereâd ya think youâre going?â
And the slur in his voice makes you pause- âWh-whatâŚ?â
The last thing youâre managing to get out before Gojo tightens the rude grip of his fingertips on your pussylips. And the other one of his hands holds onto your waist to haul you back down onto his mouth- you hadnât even realized that youâd been edging away in sensitivity.Â
âDidnât I tell you not to run?â Spankinâ those rugged fingertips of his down on your clit once more. You get the feeling that Gojoâs meanly choosing your clit because he knew thatâd make you clench âround his tongue even more. âDonât run. Donât even move.â
âYouâre just so fucking- ngh, big and you expect me not to move?â You wail out in indignity.
âWell, who told you to fuck a Naâvi warrior?â Heâs countering, those half-lidded eyes of his twinkling with humor. âBetter yet- who told you to fuck the oloâeyktan-â
And you suppose you had no explanation for that.
Especially not even Gojo was pumping his thickened tongue into you so fast that any and all explanations in your throat start to dissolve. Instead being replaced by the most pathetic whines and groans as he keeps fucking your pussy greedily.
As though Gojo was a man parched.
Because your wettened pussy was more refreshing to him than the waters of the lake- and if he could, heâd have his head stuffed between your legs every second of the day. Simply slurpinâ up every dewy droplet that escaped out of you, Gojo catches even those tiniest of wads.
Slipping his looooong tongue insideâyouâre driven damn near mad once he slithers his length in and grazes your g-spot.
Hips bucking, eyes snapping open. âH-how did you even manage-â
âAh ahââ His familiar tut, and soon enough youâre glued back down onto his pretty mouth again. Gojo doesnât even need to try to ease you pliably back onto his face no matter how much you try to run- but oh, it was just so fun to watch your sultry surprise. The way you only got wetter when he manhandled you. âSo this is that cute lilâ g-spot human have, hm? I thought it was just something in Shokoâs anatomy textbooks.â
âYou- you read her textbooksâŚâ You ask.
âAll day and all night.â Gojo replies with a smirk, his ears twitching as he hears the quickening of your heartbeat. âOnly Eywa knows how much Iâve touched myself imagining this.â
âOhââ
It hits you like a flash of lightning- and so do the sudden swipes of Gojoâs tongue reaching your sweetest spots. Thud-thud-thud-thud heâs ricocheting against your bundle of nerves rapidly, making it echo like your own heartbeat in your ears. Thud-thud-thud-thudâ
âShit-â And suddenly you understand- you thought you understood before? But no, now you understand why Gojo had been telling you not to run away initially.
âDonât run.â He warns.
Because all youâre feeling are the large stripes heâs licking up your slick walls, and the only thing you can think of doing is bucking. Rutting. Reaching for his lips wildly- though your body moves torturously as if you didnât know whether you wanted more or to run awayââShit.âÂ
âDonât run.â
But how could you not run from it? How could you not even move when Gojo had your body teased nâ toyed with till absolutely no end?
He was hammerinâ his tongue against your g-spot furiouslyâand you were sure by now that he has the exact pattern of his tastebuds bruised right on that area. Shapinâ your velvety walls to his tongue, Gojo dives in just so animalistically.
And you canât help but buck. You canât help but arch your back. You canât help but reach your hand out and attempt to grab onto something- anything for dear life.Â
Again and again. âShiiiiit is it even allowed to feel this good-â
But the Naâvi leader merely stops your hands with his own, folding them neatly into his hair. Holding onto his clammy scalp- âAs Eywa wills it.â He smiles and your cuntâs just so sensitive by this point that you can feel the exact degree of curvature of his grin. âWhich reminds meâŚâ
And for your profanity youâre getting three more direct spanks, âShit-â
One more.
Before you feel him then twist his fingertips on your throbbing clit and pinch- âYa reeeeally canât be a good girl fâme, huh?â Gojo asks you with a smile, though there was a hint of something in his voice that reminded you why exactly he was the oloâeyktan of such a large clan. âLook at youââ
âSh-shit, that feels so-â But he isnât listening, and youâre fighting the heels of your feet against his broad back.Â
âLook at you.â Heâs tightening his tail on your ankles and dragging you back down. Heâs spitting down through clenched canines, every single word sending sparks up to your hazy brain. Barely even working by this point, surely. âSwearing. Squirming. Moaning like a slut and trying to escape- as your leader, I should punish you, beloved.â
âNo more pussy spankingââ You whine, âJust makes me so sensitiveâŚâ
âIâm not talking about pussy spanking, beloved.â To emphasize his point he gives just a light tap on your sensitive nub once more.
It leaves you shaking to wonder just what else he has in store for you- though you donât have to let your mind grapple in the dark for too long. Because in absolutely no time - just a few more vulgar thrusts of his tongue - youâre feeling the sudden plump intrusion of something slender at your hole.
It certainly couldnât have been his tongue, because you knew what that ridged texture felt like.Â
It certainly couldnât have been Gojoâs cock, because youâd tasted that and you knew he had a much larger circumference.Â
So that left only one optionâGojo had your pussylips spread apart and your entrance gulping up every inch of his fingers. They just looked so stark with their blue color disappearinâ into your hole, and Gojoâs increeeeedible length making you feel so full.Â
Two of them were all that were shovelled inside- and yet he was already stretching for your very cervix on his first thrust inside. He scours the spongy end of your pussy then slides back outâin and out, in and out, in and out.
Each time his knobbly joints push against your g-spot and left you crying-
âFeel my fingers inside you?â Gojo rasps ruthlessly, his mouth wrapped around your throbbing clit. Groaning at the way you grow even wetter- Naâvi senses were strong, and he could smell the impending orgasm on you. âFeel the way I reach for your- hah, womb all inside? Feel the way I can fuck a baby in you so easily?â
âYes-â You answer to them all, âYes yes yes yesââ
And before you can say anything more, his powerful tail hauls you down. Bashinâ in even deeper with his plush fingertips. âFeel the way Iâve found eeeevery cute spot of yours? Feel the way I know your pussy inside and out?â
âYes- fuck.â And you donât even care if youâre âpunishedâ any more for breaking Gojoâs stern rules. Gojo himself was slamming his knuckles red and raw against your cunt, fucking his humanâs tight pussy. âFuck, Iâm gonna-â
âFeel the way mâmaking you mineâ?â
âSatoru, mâgonna cum-â
âNote it down in your research.â
And then youâre exploding straight into your high - and you know itâs the best youâve ever had.
Your eyes fall shut and the only thing youâre seeing behind them is pure black with stars of white, pulsing against your bleary vision in time with the furious throbbing at your cunt. Little zaps of pleasure shoot all the way down to the tips of your toes every time heâs moving his maw across your core. Sharp. Sensitive. Heâs wedged between your legs and lappinâ up each pulse.
Sluuuuurpâ!
Long, aching drags of his tongue. Theyâre roverinâ over the most sensitive spot of your clit, meanwhile his fingers were glazed in slick nâ fucking you stupid already.
Gojo thrusts you through your high as if he was angry at you. As if he canât get enough. As if heâs losing his damn mind and you nâ your pussy are the only reasons why-
It takes you only a minute more for your wave of bliss to taper out, fully riding through it.Â
And then only another minute more for you go from fucked straight to overstimulated by a few more of his rovering thrusts. He swabs your g-spot once more and you think youâre bawling- âS-Satoru, Iâm already done-â
But he doesnât respond. He doesnât even seem to hear you.
In fact, you couldnât sworn that he was grabbing onto your right thigh with his free hand and keeping himself plastered even more into your cunt-
âSatoruâ!â Youâre calling out helplessly, âSatoru, Iâm already- ngh, done-â
âMhmmmm?â Muttering something wet underneath his breath, and you have to strain your ears to actually hear him. Breathy. Panting. âResearch- fuck! MoreâŚâ
âI canât even- oh.â It was almost dangerous just how potent he was with his mouth and fingers, and before long your thighs were starting to shake with sensitivity. Causing you to grab onto his scalp even tighter and-
âO-oh.â
And accidentally tug on the long braid of white hair thrown over his shoulderâhis kuru.
Did that manage toâŚ
Your breath hitches, and youâre reaching out to graze your fingers down his kuru once more-
âFuhâfuuuuck.â Gojo throws his head back in a voice that almost sounded like a whimper, his slick lips quivering. His skin covering in goosebumps. His erection throbbing from where you could spy him. His entire large body shakes with the zaps of hypersensitivity going down his spine, âD-donât think you know what youâre getting into, belovedâŚâ His murky breath clouds out in front of him.Â
âYou sure?â You challenge - what a privilege it was to see him break.
The oloâeyktan grits his teethâ-âIâm warning youâŚâ
But when were you ever one to listen to warnings?
Without thinking much of it, you tighten your hand âround his kuru and tugâ
And then heâs on you in a split-second.
Heâs not even moving- heâs grabbing onto your hips and bodily puuuulling you right back down till your cunt lips kiss his cock. Heâs pushing your legs up until your kneecaps hit your tits. Heâs hunching his entire body forwards and-
âSh-shit.â Your eyes widen, âSatoru, did you just-â
âYes.â
Just you teasing his kuru is enough to make Gojo spuuuurt out in creamy wads of cum once more, coating the outer part of your pussy in a thick layer. It feels hot and wet on top of you, streaming down to drench the coating. Before heâs swervinâ his swollen tip inside and fucking you-
No hesitation. No preparation.
Youâre getting what you deserved, and that was to be fucked like an absolute anima by the Naâvi.
âYou donât know what youâve done.â Heâs spitting- straight into your hotly opened mouth. Those sharp canines of Gojoâs nipping at your bottom lip, âYou donât know what youâve done- you donât know what youâve done-â
âShit, shiiiitâSatoru.â Moaning out his name like a broken record player. Heâs bullying out harsh semi-thrusts against your cunt that leave you scrambling for breath- just shovinâ his puckered tip inside, just tasting the inside of your pussy with his cockhead, just trying to fucking fit.
âSayinâ my name like that and you donât even fuckingââ Before Gojo feels your soppy walls clench tightly âround him, and his lips part a little before racing down and spitting on your cunt. âFucking fit.â
âYou say that like itâs so easy-â You sob out.Â
He was pistoning his hips into you ferally.
The only thing he was doing was stretchinâ out your cute hole a few times, just so big that youâre being push-push-pushed up the fur coat you were splayed out on-
A hand at your throat.
âDonât. Fucking. Run.â
And you donât have the chance to tell him that you werenât actually running and in fact it was just his roverinâ hips forcing you upwards- but before you could do that, Gojoâs already rendering you speechless with his cock.
Heâs grabbing an even tighter restraint of your neck.
Heâs manhandling your entire body down like heâs crazed.
Heâs juuuuuust barely managing to squeeze in a sultry inch of two of his massive length- the mere sensation of that in itself enough to send your mind bursting into a heap of stars. It was almost numbing on your lower half, to have this much of him fitted inside you.
Stuffed inside you.
Throbbing inside you.
And it seems that the only one more affected by that fact wasnât you - it was Gojo Satoru himself. Head falling into the crook of your neck. Tail flinching as it now wraps around your right thigh. Mouth parting with an agonized groan.
âFâfuck.â Heâs echoing out hollowly into your ear, âFuck, youâre so fuckingâŚtight.â
Gojo spits out the word as if it was the very reason the oloâeyktan was shattering right about now. And almost on cue, those sopping wet walls of yours clench âround his tip and makes the Naâvi yelpâ
âFuck, donât do that.â Heâs shuddering through his sloppy strokes, his split-ended tip filling you up with dewy precum. âFuck, donât do that unless you want to be taught what happens when you pull on the kuru of a Herwi like me, little scientist.â
âWhat happens?â You ask innocently.
âSâwhy Iâm telling you to fuckingâoh.â
Just a few more pulsating clenches of your cunt, and Gojo shivers as though heâs being held hostage by your wet walls.
He bears his canines and snarls at you in the way youâd seen Naâvi do when they want to signal, to intimidate, to mate.Â
But you stare up at the oloâeyktan of the Herwi clan with determination.
And heâs giving you one final probe-
âIâm going to get you fucking pregnant.â
He breathes out against the shell of your ear, almost like the last whisper of his sanity before Gojo stares into your wide heart-eyesâand heâs reeling his hips back to plunge.
Uncaring how unready your poor entrance was.
Uncaring how your tiny human body shakes underneath his larger one.
His fat cock swipes between your glittery folds and puuuuushes against the instinctual restraint of your hole, all the way until you start to tremble- and he knows he canât push any more. He knows he canât break you.
Heâs fighting back every sudden primal urge in him that just wants to fuck you all the way inside- and furiously pumps his solid inches back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Keeping a hand always on the top of your stomach for when heâs feeling his hard globular tip push upwards.
Gojo was just so big that he could feel himself sinking in from the outside-
âAnd thatâs not a promise, beloved.â Gojoâs pale brows furrow as his cockhead starts swabbinâ even deeper after each thrust, âThatâs not a promise- thatâs not even a challenge-â
âTh-thenâ?â Heâs pushing doooown on your overstuffed core and you find it hard to breathe, both pressures from between your legs and from Gojo pushing on your cylindrical tummy bulge was justâŚ
The oloâeyktan grins when he watches his cute lilâ human struggle to take his entire cock, the bluish hue of it spreading apart your thighs. He reels his slender hips back in quite the long dragâbefore ultimately hammering- âItâs an oath. Before Eywa.â
A divine oath.
Added to the fact that Gojo was slamming his ruddied tip into you with each syllable- and you could never forget about the sheer size difference. The way that it helped him bend over you and fold you in half as though nothing but a lawnchairâyour ass was cleanly dangling off the floor with how much Gojo was bending you.
A mating press. The meanest one youâve ever seen.
Youâre hit with the sudden inclination that you werenât about to walk out of here any time soon.
And Gojo seems to be doing well on that fact- he hadnât completely bottomed-out yet, but he was still drilling into you with such fervour. Streaking his cum from before across every inch of you, a layer of white that you feel from the inside.
Feverish cocktip swabbinâ all the way at the back of your cervix, full balls smacking your cunt.
Every time he was hurtling his hips forwards, it almost felt as if the ground beneath you was trembling.Â
It almost felt as if he was hitting each of your geysering spots without even needing to try. Just so big that the veiny sides of his cock rubbed nâ dubbed up against those orifices unfairly.Â
It almost felt as if you were losing it-
âSo I think youâll have a loooot of fuckinâ research, beloved.â Gojo snickers, his tail flicking you playfully. And at this point youâre not even sure what the conversation was about, just knowing that it was the background music to the lecherous thwacking of his hips on yours.Â
So hard that you could feel the wads of his high from before glazing your insides. Dripping all the way near the rim of your cunt before being pumped back inside.
He pushes down on top of that bulge once more and watches you whine, âI almost donât want to, mmm, ask what itâll be aboutâŚâ
âOhhh, yâknowââ Gojo trails off airily, something shaky in the back of his tone that sends shivers up your spine. It makes you almost content to know that youâve gotten him so pussydrunken- but then again you werenât too far behind. He tilts his head to the side and looks at you through partially closed eyes, smiling. â-human-Naâvi babies.â
And itâs with that that Gojo finally - finally - drills his cock all the way to the hilt.
Bottoming out.
His breath catches at the realization.
Blue eyes widening. Mouth watering.
It feels so different to have your hot innards surrounding him entirely- and fuck, Gojo wasnât even sure whether a human like you would be able to take all of him. But it seems that you really were made for him, yes? Every curve and edge of you. Every bit of your cunt that he gives an experimental buck into, before pumping inside like a madman-
Pounding you into the smooth ground of the celestial temple.
It feels like youâre being thrust into heaven itself because of the way he was so big, big, bigâall the way from the purple-ish tip that was zig-zagging your walls, to the oversized tummy bulge he was fucking into you, to the way he had you folded. Manhandled.
Gojoâs only lasting a few strokes before heâs crushing you to him so hard that it almost hurts- âRight hereâright here.â The hand atop your stomach pushes down where his ruby-red tip was kissinâ and kissing at your womb. âYouâre gonna have a lot ta research about fucking- ngh, getting bred by the fucking oloâeyktan. A lot to research about carrying my next heir, yeah?â
âYesâŚâ Arching your back into him.
âAnd then hereââ That very hand now drifts down to the in-betweens of your pussylips and rubs his thumb over your clit. Heâs drawing little circles and hearts on top of your sensitive nub that makes you wrack with pleasure, âYer gonna have to research giving birth to such a biiiig baby, beloved.â
You shiver at the thought, mostly excitement.
And he purrs as he rubs his cheek against the sweaty crown of your head, âBut sâokaaaaay- Iâll help you through every step of it, beloved. My mate.â The Naâviâs staring down at you lovingly, fucking you filthily. âMâgonna breed you all full, okay? You might just have to research more about Naâvi phenotypes- heh.â
You can only nod. âPleaseâŚâ
And before you can dwell too long on that last particular wordâmateâheâs continuing. âAnd then you donât have to worry âbout a thing- I can take care of eeeeverything. Iâll wash our kid. Iâll dress our kid. Iâll feed our kid. Iâll do everything and anything just please-â
âY-yes?â Your voice cracks.
And he winks down at you almost mischievously, âLetâs do some research together on when Iâll be able to breed you all full of my cum next, hm?â
And with only a few more vicious thrusts, youâre feeling your second wave of pleasure tonight take over. You knew itâd been bubbling inside your veins for some time now- and right now it almost felt as if that euphoria was overflowing.
Overspilling.
Just like the gushing wads of slick that drivel over the front slit of your cunt and leave you so wet that you feel like a waterpark. Just rhythmic bursts of your high that leave your body loose and limp, shaking a bit every time that Gojoâs cockhead plummets inwards.
Head muddled.
Eyes rolling to the very back of your head.
This might just be the best orgasm of your entire life, and your wave of pleasure is looooong and drawn-out with how many times Gojo thrusts his cock in to fuck you through it. âShit, ToruââÂ
Again and again and again.
Each time hitting the target of your g-spot dead-on and watching as you gush around him even more.Â
You were at Gojoâs complete mercyâŚalmost.
Shaking. Your hands find themselves in his hair once more- or more precisely grazing the long length of his kuru. âSatoru.â Youâre breathing out as he shivers carnally, âSatoru, I want it- ngh, inside.â
His eyes widen, âDemanding something of the oloâeyktan, are you?â
âInside, Toru.â Desperate now.
To emphasize, youâre lightly tugging on his kuru and watching as it makes the Naâvi above you shudder. His cock pouring out heaps of precum that only act as a warning for somethingâŚmore. âF-fuck, better keep this all in until tomorrow-â
At the very least.
Youâre honestly not sure if you can keep it all in even nowâbecause then Gojoâs throwing his head back and cumming long and hard. Harder than he ever thinks he has before- his seed dribbles out of him like a gooey waterfall, taking place inside every nook and cranny you have.
Heavy balls clenching almost aggressively as they empty out inside you.
Heâs swervinâ each ounce of it inside by dragging his globular tip, that reddened cockhead making you swear you taste Gojo all the way at your throat.Â
Flooding.
Your toes curl, it almost feels as though heâs fucking you into a third and fourth high altogether-
âUntil tomorrow-â Gojo barks out through his smoky tone, âUntil always-â After reaching his high so many times in one night, his sparks of euphoria just rip through him. And you can feel the sheer intensity of it by the way his slippery slick thwacks! against the back of your pussy, hot and heavy. It seems to inflate you from the inside, âUntil we have ourâŚfuck.â
And itâs not like Gojo to let up a sentence. Especially one that wavered with emotion.
âUntil I haveâŚâ He starts again, blue eyes twinkling. ââŚyou.â
Right now he was cupping the side of your face with his left hand- accidentallyâŚor perhaps notâŚdslodging the translating device from your ear.
And then the Naâvi oloâeyktan leans with his forehead pressing down on top of yours.
Dragging his hand down the side of your head, where his beads for you twinkled in the glow of Eywaâs tree. Breathing out the wordsââOel ngati kameie, muntxa si.â
He looks at you with a slightly sad smile as if he was almost bitterly glad you didnât understand. Though little did he knowâŚâOel ngati kameie, Satoru.â
And the look on his face was worth all the time youâd spent poring over Naâvi language books with Shoko these past few days. At least you understood this.
You grin, âI did a bit of research myself.â
He holds you tight, he holds you as if he wanted you two to become one.
More so.
Eventuallyâafter about four or so more rounds, and once you were thoroughly shattered and kept on begging for it, Gojo had swiped his long kuru into his hand and raised it up to you. You yourself didnât have one, but if there was anything you learned from being with the Herwi peopleâitâs that love comes in all forms and differences.
You press your lips to his flower-like nerves at the very end of his braid. Immediately, a rush of something between you two and you understand what he meant about being mates.
You feel what Gojo sees.
You feel what Gojo smells.
You feel what Gojo hears.
You feel what Gojo tastes.
You feel what Gojo feels.
You feel complete.
.
.
.
Day #6 in the Herwi village (day after the mating):
The ancient of the Herwi clan were one of the only believers in fated mates, of one who had been destined to walk beside you upon this good planet through Eywaâs will. It was said that life does not flower until one meets oneâs fate, not even the skies shall migrate, not even the ice shall melt.Â
Two souls bound to meet.
And until then one can only look up, up, upâŚ
This scientist was found in quite the curious position as mate to the oloâeyktan on the morning after.
Re-entering the village, hand-in-hand, it was inevitable that the Herwi people would stare. Not only was it quite past the deadline of six moons given, but each bore resemblance of a mating session that couldâve been spotted a smile away.
Bite marks. Bruises. Slight falter in walking.
Not to mention that it seems word had spread about theâŚinoccupancy of the Tree of Winter just the night prior. (Additionally for more on Herwi stamina read Page 69âŚ)
Circling back, the stares were rather unabashed. Some gasping. Some ribbing. Some tuts by elders of the clan who then again turned around with a smile.
It was obvious that they had been praying for the oloâeyktanâs happiness for a long, long time.
It must be noted that congratulations were doled out heavily at the communal dinner that night. Food. Dances. Parades.
It must be noted even further that preparations for coronation at the Herwi tsahĂŹk shall be taking place in a weekâs time. Who would have thought, a human being a tsahĂŹk? Who would have thought that humans had fated mates as well?
For this scientistâs final note, preparations are already being planned meticulously for the arrival of a new heir to the Gojo name.
And that leaves the scientific community with one last thing, now that fluency in the Naâvi language is on the path to be attained: the glossary.
TsahĂŹk - Head shaman, high priest, interpreter..
Oloâeyktan - Male clan leader.
Mawey - Calm.
Txeylan - Best friend.
Ăâawn - Stay.
Fnu - Be quiet.
Txen - Awake.
Nga lu rusey- oh, nga lu rusey. - Youâre alive- oh, youâre alive.
Oe'm lefpom. Txen? Lu nga txen? Tsal pung? - Iâm happy. Awake? Youâre awake? Are you injured?
âUpe lu nga fwew? - What are you looking for?
Yawne? Oe'd tĂŹng aynga. - Beloved? Iâd give you anything.
Oe pey ngim krr. - Iâve been waiting a long time.
TĂŹngaâprrnen - Pregnant.
TĂŹngaâprrnen? Oe? - Pregnant? Me?
Nga new ne kanom oe tĂŹngaâprrnen. - You want to get me pregnant?
FĂŹ'u - This.
Irayo nga - Thank you.
Oe ke ronsem tsonta lu tĂŹngaâprrnen. - I wouldnât mind being pregnant.
Lake Yapay - Lake Steam.
Hona beads - Endearing.beads.
Mt. Hoet - Vast.
Kuru - Neural queue.
Oel ngati kameie, muntxa si. - I see you, my mate.
Oel ngati kameie, Satoru. - I see you, Satoru.
A/N. It must be acknowledged that Herwi culture was influenced by some aspects of Inuit culture, as well as some aspects of my own Sinhalese culture! Both such beautiful cultures that I was honored to research more in-depth on. Also this Na'vi vocabulary bank was used, and for longer Naâvi sentences this translator was used and might not be fully accurate ahhh-
Synopsis. A bad boy? Check. Your parents hate him? Check. Considers you the cute lilâ good luck charm for his high-speed street races? Check. But youâll be riding more than just Chosoâs carâŚ
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, racer!Choso, street racing AU, Choso with tattoos and piercings, talks of F1, small towns, gossip, slight good girl x bad boy, heâs so down bad, pĂşssydrĂşnk Choso, oraI (fem rec.), he goes FĂRAL, spĂtting, fĂngering, cĂşmming in his pants, heâs BIG, tummy buIges, making it fit, headIocks, manhandIing, Prince AIbertâs piercing, running from it, matĂng presses, rough s, body worship, DĂMBlFICATION, creampĂes, overstĂm, getting together, happy ending, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 10.6k
A/N. I refuse to watch the F1 movie so this is the closest thing-
âLook at him-â
You sigh, âI know, heâsâŚâ
â-bad news.â
â-hot.â
It was inevitable that you and your group of friends would look at each other with odd expressions at the clash. You always did whenever it came to him.
Choso Kamo - the star of your cozy lilâ townâs latest gossip.Â
Youâd heard (well, it was impossible not to hear) that heâd just recently moved from the big city for an exchange program at your local university. Why anyone would willingly travel to some ramshackle town to be gawked at, you couldnât understand.Â
âIâm just sayingââ Youâre grumbling, gaze flicking across the green campus to where Choso was seated underneath a lone tree, face bent into a book.
Your stare lingers on the twinkle of his ear piercings in the sun, â-he doesnât seem that bad.â The dark, dark line tattoos crawling down the side of his neck. âWho knows? He seems almostâŚnice-â
Just then, heâs turning his head - precisely to meet your eyes.Â
Oh.Â
You can feel your breath hitch- and something at the pit of your stomach twists in a sudden lurch before youâre turning away in an instant. The glint of his deep eyes too stark, the intensity in them too burning.Â
âSheâs right.â Shokoâs the first to pipe up from your right, tapping her manicured nails on the top of your campus bench. âI wonât deny that everyoneâs being a lilâ hard on the guy just because he has a few tattoos and piercings.â
âAnd heâs a city big-shot with an annoyingly loud car.â
âAnd heâs a city big-shot with an annoyingly loud car.â
Utahime shudders, seated right in front of you so she has to turn at the feeling of Chosoâs stare - who immediately looks away. âWell- fine. But itâs also the way he looks atâŚâ
Your little group leans closer as she trails off, seemingly lost in thought.
Before nodding to herself in affirmation and narrowing her chocolate eyes- â-at you.â Unabashedly, sheâs jabbing her index your way, as you sputter in protest, âNo no, Iâm serious! Itâs like he- he wants to eat you or something, my dear.â
Shoko smirks, âKinky.â
âShoko.â Youâre groaning, flipping back through your textbook to distract yourself, if anything. âDonât let my parents hear you, Uta. Theyâve warned me every single day since heâs stepped foot here to steer clear of him.â
Which wasnât quite effective when you shared half your classes with the very man that haunted every nook and cranny of your town - and the minds of the people living in it.
And especially not when you couldnât help but notice him during said lectures; tall, quiet, always seated at the very last row with his head in some car magazine, fingers twiddling with the chunky metal rings on his long fingers.Â
Not that youâre looking at him that closely, that is.Â
You find your thighs involuntarily pressing together as youâre hastily darting your eyes to Choso once more, taking in the subtle curve of his pierced lips. The slooow flutter of his long, chestnut bangs in the breeze- âYâknow they told me just this morning to never so much as let him look at me? Apparently some neighbor of a neighbor of a neighbor saw him driving late at night and assumed he was involved in everything shady possible.â
âUnderstandable.â
âStill dealing with the olâ folks, huh?â Shoko grins as you wince, a reminder of the parents that absolutely refused to let you hold your own in one of the university dorms.
Not quite out-of-the-ordinary for such a small community, but you still did feel a twinge of envy whenever Shoko and Utahime happened to mention something about them being roommates.Â
âYou should just move in with us, yâknow- fuck whatever the lease lady says, we have more than enough room.â
âAh, one day.â Clearing your throat, youâre standing up- âAnyways, I should really get going before I miss my lab time.â
âAw, Yaga keeping you late for another project?â Your friend muses as Utahime grabs onto your skirt with a protesting whine, trying to tug you back down onto your seat with all her might. And itâs a small chaos that erupts in a few surrounding giggles, a stray eyeroll or two - and for a certain dark-haired man to spy up from his motor book.Â
Heady eyes locked on the scene, his gaze seeping right through your body. Choso tilts his head with a glimmer of interest that leaves your mouth dry no matter how many times you swallow.Â
Oh, he looked just devilish.
You struggle to keep your voice even, âYeah. Lab project.â And before you make your escape, youâre stealing one last glimpse at him- âNo need to wait up, Iâll find my own way home.â
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.
.
You were definitely, absolutely not finding your own way home.
And it was all your fault of staying way too late behind class hours, glued to one of your most important finals projects.Â
âDammit. Dammit.â Youâre whispering to yourself as you check the time flashing on your phone - just a little past 10PM, youâd already missed the last local bus.Â
The university was so empty that you could hear your own heartbeat thumping in your eardrums, in rapid unison with your footsteps. Leading up to the campus parking lot, a quick check showed you only a few stragglers that you didnât know.
With a sigh, you make sure to stand underneath where a streetlight was overspilling its glow, weighing your options in the dim atmosphere.
You could call Utahime for a ride - or maybe your parents? But as much as you loved them, the multiple earfuls youâd get on âresponsible time managementâ was enough to have you closing out of your Phone app.Â
Maybe you could (affectionately) blackmail Shoko into borrowing Utahimeâs car? No, the one time you two decided that was a good idea, the other girl had given you both a lashing that had you bowing at her feet for weeks.
Swearing underneath your breath, youâre opening up the Uber app and making appalled note of the prices. Ah, perhaps you were just meant to sleep here tonight. âIâd rather beg for a ride from Yaga-â
And then you hear it.
Youâre sure that anyone within a five-mile radius hears it, in fact- that low, infamous vrrrrâ that made the ground beneath you quake ever-so-slightly. It was the very noise that roared past your quaint neighborhood streets at night, the very noise that your parents made sure to complain about every morning after.
And there was only one man who would drive such a behemoth.
Chosoâs midnight black Ford Mustang glistens as heâs lazily pulling up to the flickering streetlight, taking up nearly the entire pavement. Too fast, too be lost, too slow to be heading for anywhere but you were - you can only gape as his tinted windows pull down almost silently.Â
Almost smugly.Â
The first thing youâre spying is the glimpse of a pale, beefy forearm gripping onto a leather-clad steering wheel. Tattooed and toned.Â
And then itâs him - Choso Kamo, in all his glory.
âNeed a ride?â
Youâre blinking, voice never quite reaching your throat- âWh-what?â
The first sound of your pretty, pretty tone and his hand tightens on the wheel - as if heâd just been zapped by volts of electricity.
He chuckles softly like heâd expected this, stray arm coming to scratch nervously at the back of his neck. And you donât know whether youâd simply been standing out in the cold long enough to muddle your mind, but you swear that Chosoâs ears tint a bright red. âI uh- I wouldnât mind dropping you off homeâŚor wherever it is you need to go?â
Expectantly, heâs searching his molten eyes up for an answer. But the longer Choso stares, the longer your silence stretches - and the darker the tips of his ears flush.Â
âIf- that is, if you donât have another ride coming for you of course.â Heâs peering his irises around, as if expecting one of your friends to pop out from the bushes any second now. Words running a mile a minute. âSorry for assuming, I just saw you here alone and- oh, p-promise it wasnât anything creepy I just notice y- fuck, I messed this up.â
And his shy smile withers, replaced by the anxious twiddle of his silver snakebites. Hand reaching for the gear shift now- âI should just-â
âNo, wait!âÂ
Youâre calling out before you can stop yourself, and itâs like Chosoâs body listens to your words before his brain does. Because heâs halting in his tracks with a comical yelp, enough so that you have to stifle a smile.Â
âI uhâŚI donât have a ride, actually.â Youâre telling him, with a deep breath.Â
And itâs only with a final glance âround your surroundings that youâre confirming Yaga really wasnât here and you really couldnât bother him instead.Â
Looking down at Choso and oh- heâs staring up at you with stars in his eyes. Curved grin urging you to speak- âIf itâs ah- not too much trouble, I would really appreciate a ride back home.â
âYes- yes, of course.â
And as if heâd not just been two seconds away from speeding down the pathway in embarrassment, he instantly lunges out from the driverâs seat. Speeding to the other side of the car and holding the passengerâs wiiide open for you.
Youâre slightly taken aback by the manners, by the innocent smile that suggested heâd never even thought of anything less. âOh!â Making sure youâre safely buckled before gently shutting the door, âThank you?â
âAny time.â
You canât lie to yourself and say that youâd never imagined what the interior of Choso Kamoâs notoriously intimidating car might look like. Feel like.
You just never imagined it to be as close to heaven as you could get - all luxurious woven seats and a touchscreen polished enough to mirror your awed face.Â
Youâre running your hand down the side of the car as you give directions to your home, your family would never even let you get close to a âdeathtrapâ like this. And as Choso starts driving, you canât help but breathe in that slightly bittersweet lavender scent of him, clinging onto the interior.Â
âThisâŚthis is-â Youâre grappling for the words as heâs shooting a kind smile your way, âSo all those car magazines arenât just for fun, huh?â
Chosoâs lips twitch, âYou noticed. Yeah- a 2025 Ford Mustang Dark Horse.â Tapping the wheel reverently, âMy pride and joy.â
âI can tell.â As he looks at you curiously, âMy family, we ah- we can hear you driving down the street sometimes, itâs incredible.â
Snickering, âBet the neighborhood hates me then. With good reason, this thing goes from 0 to 60 in four seconds. 500 horsepower-âÂ
Then thereâs a look he shares your way - something the complete opposite of the nervous, stuttering boy heâd been earlier. Perhaps closer to all the whispers that shrouded him instead- â-without modifications, that is.â
And you didnât doubt that heâd made many.
âSo how fast can you really go?â Youâre asking with a quirked brow, slightly leaned over the console to take in all the numerous meters on his side of the seat.Â
The heat of your proximity makes Choso bite back a gasp- âTrying to find out?â
Thereâs something in his words - his tone.
âWhat if I am?â
âI-Iâd advise you against it.â Heâs answering easily, the thickness of his thumb toying with the gear shift in dizzying circles. âDonât you know what everyone in this town says about me?â
âThey say a lot of things-â
âThe loudest being that you should stay away.â Long, dark locks fall over his features as he nods, pulling to a stop at a barren red light. Darkness inking beyond his headlights, as if the only living beings on Earth right now were you, himâÂ
âYou know, I donât care what they say if I donât truly know you.â
âLetâs- letâs just drive slow, get you home safe and you can forget about m-â
VRRRRâ!
And the assholes that had pulled up to the side of Chosoâs car.Â
Gesturing him to lower his window, the boisterous voices from the neighboring vehicle hit you instantly. âOi- nice car!â And before Choso can seemingly thank them, theyâre revving up the engine of their own. âWould hate to embarrass ya in front of your girl, though.â
âSheâs not my-â
âWhy doesnât she come with us?â One of their troupe of men lean out of the window, âWe can show her a real fast car.â
You grimace, taking a glance at the still-red light. âEw.â
âOi-â
Your savior turns up the engine of his Mustang, cutting off the other man cleanly - and just a peek his way shows you his darkened eyes. Eyes hooded, face bathed in red from the traffic stop. Tone hard enough that youâre wondering whether this was the same man from just a few minutes ago. âThose are fighting words.â
Orange now.Â
A sleazy cackle rings out, âThat so?â
âYouâre asking me?â
âNo, Iâm asking your gir-â
Green.
Youâre instantly sunken deeply into the cushion of your seat as Choso speeds off- tailed closely by the Mercedes of your unwelcome guest. So fast that your surroundings are a blur, so hard that you can barely even move your mouth-
âA- a race?â Youâre managing out.
âAnd weâre gonna win.â
Speeding; and you have a slight feeling that Choso was barely even trying as heâs looking over at the rearview mirror to watch the flashing headlights of his opponents.
Muttering underneath his breath, he shifts his gear with a clack to burst in speed- âFucking imbeciles.â And if you thought his car was loud before, then you werenât ready for him to smash the Sports Mode on his touchscreen and make the engine keen deafeningly.Â
âHold on tight, my girl.â
Clack!
âShit, a fucking Mercedes, huh?âÂ
Clack!
Clack!
Another gear shift, and youâre seeing the trees of the landscape mix into one great splash of mere green. Choso flicks his eyes over in the side mirror only once- before the entire car swerves to the right to block off the Mercedes. âFucking imbeciles.â
âCh-Choso.â Youâre gasping out, holding onto your seatbelt for dear life. Fuck- you think youâre seeing the line on his speedometer jerk upright as he steps harder on the gas pedal.Â
âYeeesâ?â
Your finger trembles - whether from fear or adrenaline, you have no idea - when youâre reaching it somewhere past the windshield. Eyes nearly bulging out of your skull once you take in the familiar road, âThereâs a bend coming around. Hard.â
âPerfect.â
Clack!
Youâre hitting the large dip in the road before you know it- thrown in so hard against the left side of the Ford Mustang that you claw onto Chosoâs arm. Reached right over the console to grab onto his flexed biceps, âHeh.â He looks down at you through lowered lashes for a second, âTold you to hold on tight.â
Gaping speechlessly, you dig your nails against his pale skin and watch as he bites down on his lower lip.Â
Fingers tilting down the rearview mirror, âAnd now, for those bastards.â
Bracing yourself, you manage to garner up enough strength in your body to raise your front off of him - only mildly mortified about being thrown around like a ragdoll by his driving. Taking a quick glance behind, âOh, they slowed down for the bend.â
âMhm, told you weâd win.â Choso grins, easily flicking off the Sports Mode for an easier regular one. Youâre cruising smoothly down the velvety road, Mercedes long out of sight and out of mind. âYouâre like my good luck charm- that means I better get you home safe nâ sound now..â
And thatâs exactly what he does.
No more races, no more assholes on supercars - youâre turning into the suburban street of your tidy neighborhood without another hitch.
Well, if you donât count the rumbling engine that was sure to disturb all the neighbors, that is.Â
But strangely enough, you canât seem to bring yourself to care as much as you should. Not even when heâs slowing down by the familiar driveway to your house, not even as you watch the lights inside flick on at the noise.Â
Dwindling into a low purr by the time that Choso stops- âA-about before- I am so sorry about that, I donât know why I let them get to me and-â Heâs running a hand down his pretty features, â-and I promised myself Iâd be good for you but-â
âAre you kidding me?â You breathe.
âIâm sorry.â
âThat was-â He winces, waiting for your outburst. â-amazing?â
Chosoâs fawny eyes widen, âWhat?â
âThat was the most alive Iâve felt in ages.â Youâre starting, âI mean- sure, I wanted to throw up a little but I promise once the nausea stopped it was really fun. And did you see the look on their faces- pffft, those assholes deserved it. Fucking- Mercedes.â Against all judgment, youâre gripping onto his broad shoulders just to shake with emphasis. âI didnât even know you could drive like that- have you ever considered real racing? Fuck, I wonder if you could go even faster with this beauty.âÂ
Now it was his turn to be awestruck. Soundless. And suddenly youâre understanding just how self-conscious he mustâve been back at the campus.Â
âHello?â
ââŚâ
âI meanâŚoh, what am I even saying.â You couldnât grab your bag fast enough, hastily opening the door. âThank you for the ride!â
You make three steps to your front porch - exactly three for Choso to snap out of his little reverie and chase right after you.
Long legs striding up, one of his matching exactly two or more of yours- a large hand catching your wrist, soft breath striking your face once he pulls you back. âWait.â
Pants desperate, voice pleading.
Youâre staring up at him so close that you could count each of his glinting metal piercings - those two sensual snakebites on his lower lip, one on his left eyebrow, several dangling upon both ears. And you swear you see one wink out from the tip of his pink tongue as heâs opening and closing his mouth.
âDo you-â
âI hope-â
You both speak at the same time, huffing out in slight amusement. You gesture for him to go, and he insists, âLadies first.â
âFine.â Youâre letting him have his way, and the defeat is not nearly as bitter as how sweet it was watching Choso beam down at you from his height. âI just ah- hoped I didnât weird you out or anyth-â
âNever.âÂ
He says it so seriously that you almost find yourself taking a step back- almost, because he still had his warm fingers curled softly around your wrist. As if heâd noticed your flighty demeanor, Choso drags you a few steps back with him, leaning against the side of his supercar. âActually- would you like to go to aâŚthing-â
âA thing?â
âA place-â
âA shady place?â
âYes-â Seeing the look in your gaze, â-but no! Itâs just a race- a big one.â And fuck- he was finding it difficult to hold the line of your sight, ears scorching redder and redder every second you bored up at him. âAnd I want you there- if you would like to come, as myâŚâ Choso winces, like he was despising each word spilling from his mouth. â-good luckâŚcharm.â
You grin, âIs that a date?â
He squeaks- âIf- if you want it to be.â
âHmm.â Pretending to think for a second, youâre only deciding to let Choso off the hook after you watch as he genuinely, physically sweats a trickle of perspiration down his temple waiting for your answer. âItâll be a date-â He gasps. â-if - and only if - you win first place.â
The grin youâre gifted with is devastating - and Choso Kamo doesnât stutter a single syllable as he quirks a brow. As he leans in. As he bends down just enough that his deep, drawling words tickle your ear, âOh, youâre gonna watch me win, baby.â
Oh.Â
And youâre still thinking of them even as you manage to waddle your feet back up to your house after exchanging numbers. Predictably, being met with a lecture from your parents and yet not registering a single word.Â
That is, not until-
â-and wasnât it that boy?â
Snapping up at their disapproving tone, âWho? That was Choso, he gave me a ride when there was no one else on-â
âYou should stay away, you know what they say.â Wagging a finger reproachfully, âHow many times have we told you to stay away from brutes like that? And you just had to go and get fondled by the exact same one the entire townâs been talking about- and donât lie to me, we saw you through the window.â
âThen youâd have seen that we were doing nothing.â Youâre gripping onto your bag hard enough to tear, heart thumping with anger where it was once excitement.Â
âThat was not ânothingâ, girl. I thought we raised you better than that.â
âBut-â
âAll the loud cars and the tattoos. Mark my word heâll end up-â
Mumbling, âHe was actually really sweetâŚâ
âWhat was that?â
âNothing.âÂ
âYouâll ruin your life.â
âI barely have one.â
With a long-weary sigh, you block out the rest of the screeching to head for your bedroom - the same olâ innocent bedroom youâd had since you were a child. Throwing yourself over your bed, you scroll through the listings of studios in your university area, as you often did.
Except this time, you dare to bookmark one. Just one.Â
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It was hard not to know when Choso Kamo stared.
Because Choso never stared, he never tore his eyes away from the glossy pages of his motorsports magazine, even during lectures. And you always did wonder how he managed to top the scores of each exam despite that.Â
Except for now.
Right now, youâre feeling the burning sensation of two dark peripherals on the back of your head - immediately making you swivel your own gaze behind you.Â
Lo and behold, there he was - pen tapping on the side of his plush, rosy lips, brows furrowed as if you were the toughest of calculations he just couldnât figure out. But the moment your pupils meet his, Choso only grins.
Mouthing, âTonight.â
Your veins bubble when you notice more than one pair of eyes from the lecture hall on the two of you, and the implication of something happening âtonightâ wasnât lost on your little audience.Â
But you nod anyway, a reminder of what the two of you had been texting back nâ forth for days now. âTonight.â
âWhatâs happening tonight and why are you eye-fucking Choso Kamo?â Shokoâs whisper infiltrates your little bubble - and many other nearby bubbles, if the way that a few students titter was anything to go by.Â
âShoko.â You elbow her side.
âNo no, I want to know too.â Utahime pipes up, âHave you learned nothing from the two-bit bad boys in those shitty Netflix movies we watch?â
âHeâs not just a two-bit bad boy, he also has a car.â Shokoâs adding on, âAnd I heard my neighborâs friendâs auntâs cousin say that heâs an F1 hopeful-â
The other gasps, âIs it the athleteâs salary tempting you, my dear? Yâknow, Iâm old money-â
Groaning, âItâs not like that.â
Shokoâs glancing between the two of you - Choso back at his books now that there wasnât anything more worthy of his attention. You were looking away, after all. She balances a pen on her upper lip in thought, âWhen did that even happen, though?â
After a few seconds of trying to hide in your hands wasnât working - in fact, it only made Professor Gakuganji throw more and more increasingly disgruntled glares your way - you sigh. âWellâŚyou two remember last week when I stayed late at the labs? And I said someone was kind enough to give me a lift?â At two matching nods, âIt wasâŚâ
âHim.â
âHim.â Utahime shakes you by your shoulders, âHe didnât do anything weird, did he, my dear? Oh, do I need to kill-â
âNot at allââ You wave them off, deciding to tell them about the impromptu race later today - preferably at an open space where it would be more acceptable for Utahime to scream bloody murder. âHe was actually sweet andâŚâ
Utahime and Shoko gawk at you with wide eyes, and the shorter-haired of the two speaks. ââŚand?â
âAnd a bitâŚcute.â
The pen clatters to down, down, down to the floor.
Already interrupting the class enough, you decide to simply rip the bandage off in one go- âAnd we may or may not have planned a date for tonight.â
It turns out that youâd very unfortunately overestimated Utahimeâs ability to control her scream in a closed educational environment.Â
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It was electric.Â
You felt electric.Â
Choso leans over his seat to indulge in your personal space, and youâre sure youâd be melting if it wasnât for the way that both your eyes were locked on one noisy opponent - that Mercedes.Â
Engine revving right beside the Ford Mustang, sour faces peeking through the window with a thirst for revenge - whoâd have thought that your lilâ enemy from the street competition would wind up being your opponents in an actual street race?
Honestly, tonight youâd let Choso drive you deep into a dingy corner of the town you didnât even know existed in all your years living here.
You doubted that anyone knew of this secretive scene.
Filled to the brim with as many supercars as your lonely roads could hold- hell, Choso had told you that some participants drove from multiple cities away solely for these races. They were lining every inch of tarmac like glitzy streetlights made to overpower, the type to have given half your town an aneurysm just to think about.Â
âItâs why I ended up here for my exchange program, yâknow?â He was whispering in your ear, voice low in a way it was just for you. âThe racing, the cars, the practice. I wanted it all before I went big.â
Dark eyes flickering briefly to you, âDidnât think Iâd find something else worth winning, too.â
Your breath hitched, you didnât know what else to say to that. And Choso didnât elaborate- instead informing you on the make and model of the cars that would be going up against him this time.Â
And the roaring cheers grow deafening by the time a woman in a glittering outfit waltzes over to the middle of the track, a handkerchief held carefully in hand. Her cheery voice chimes out. âAlriiight, I want a nice, clean race around town- not. You know the drill- all racers on go by the time the cloth drops. Readyâ?â
Teasing the little fabric around, you can pick out a few stray shouts surrounding the car- âChoso? Thatâs Choso Kamo? No way he seriously brought his gal- the man doesnât even know how to smile-â
âThey say itâs his last official race before he goes pro- better show off then, eh?â
âMove move I canât see- Oh my god itâs really him, shit, he has a girl, too. You think theyâll win?â
As youâre nervously toying with your fingers, you jolt at the sudden feeling of ice-cold rings sliding around your throat. One hand of Chosoâs on the wheel, the other putting slight pressure on your neck to make you gasp. âDonât you worry, baby. Weâre gonna win this.â
âSetâ!â
âBecause of the date?â You watch from the corner of your eye as sheâs waving the handkerchief âround like a chequered flag, raising it up, up, upâ
âBecause I have my lucky charm with me.â
âGoâ!â
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.
âOh sh-shit.â A shrill whimper tears out from your throat the very second that Chosoâs slimy tongue hits your inner thighs.Â
Heâs just so long - so dexterous that the pinkish tip of him curls inwardly along your sodden panties. Lavishing the swollen folds of your pussy with a few kittenish licks, you feel yourself buck in need at the slight graze of his tongue piercing. âFuuuck, Choso, youâre not even gonna take my p-panties off?â
âHaaaââ His scalding hot breath gusts out in a sticky pant, and you can only watch as his lips purse to spit straight down your slippery slit.Â
A fat glob of saliva that heâs smearing with the front end of his thumb, snickering. âNo.â
And then Chosoâs pursuing the quivering lips of your pussy like heâs a man starved - ravenous. Fuck, you didnât even know how you got here.
It was a given that he would win that street race, coming in first among all the cars with an almost ridiculous lead. But it was only when Choso had kept driving - not even stopping to collect his cash prize - that youâd started to question what he had in mindâŚ
And there you were- sprawled out across the back of his Ford Mustang and smearing the expensive seats with your sheeny slick.Â
Heâd driven you to the edge of some romantic viewpoint, a place to watch the twinkling stars above - but right now, Choso was drinking in a much better view.Â
âOh-â The edge of his sharp jawline strikes your cunt, âOh.â And no matter how close he was, he wanted more - he needed to see your pretty pussy all up close nâ personal.Â
Using the knobbly edge of his thumb to pull your folds apart with a sluuuurp, Chosoâs mouth just waters seeing you drip âround your stringy panties. âCongratulations to me.â Heâs drawling, syllables shaky. âSheâs better than any grand prize, my baby.â
âYouâre just so filthyââ Youâre whining, hips rutting off of the cushioned seats while heâs making out with your pussy through your panties.Â
Slap after slap of his mouth plastering to every inch of your hot core.Â
Itâs as if he was just trying to make you even messier, with each side of those rosy pink lips drooling against your pussy. âMmm, tell me something I donât already know, baby.â
Slickly rovering his tongue up nâ down the line of your slit- you feel Choso hone his wet muscle until heâs aligned precisely towards your sloppy hole. Pushinâ against the barrier of your underwear like heâs attempting to thrust his way in, âStop teasing me, Chosoââ
âTeasing? Whoâs teasing?âÂ
Another push of his tongue against the cloth of your drenched panties and you shriek, just barely feeling the pressure of his mouth drag against where you really needed him the most. âThen eat me out properly-â
Mockingly confused, your pupils sprint all the way to the back of your throat as youâre feeling him murmur straight into your cunt. âMânot teasing, I just canât see-â
âS-see?â
Looking down so fast that your chin knocks against your chest, in the dim street lighting you can make out the long mess of Chosoâs hair. The way his unruly bangs were gluing to his forehead, half-obscuring his darkened gaze.Â
âMmm, mâjust doing what I canââ He playfully hums, so close that he was practically nose-deep nâ yet still refusing to make out with your pussy past your panties. âOh, if only I had my pretty girl to pull my- oh, fuck.â
Choso doesnât get to finish his damn sentence before youâre giving him exactly what he asked for.
âIs this enough?â
Your trembly hands plunged into his clammy scalp, tugging on his silky hair- enough for you to admire his pretty, flushed face. All twisted into a mean smirk, âO-oh, now I can see.â Thereâs something unsteady in his words, as if he was on the very verge of shattering. âNow just tell me where you want m-mmpf-â
Then youâre shoving his face between your legs and Choso moans.
Mouth slacked all the way ajar- lengthy tongue coming out to simply flick aside your ruined panties. âF-fuck.â Chosoâs wastinâ absolutely no time prodding at your clenched hole and squeeze-squeeze-squeezing inside. âLemme see her. Lemme taste her- my pretty baby.â
Rutting the front of his hips into the backseat, he clings two large hands upon each side of your hips to haul your pussy deeper against his mouth.
Primal tongue slobbering everywhere, heâs gluing his textured tastebuds to the roof of your entrance and watches as you squirm oh-so-cutely. Pushing nâ pushing until he feels the first pressure of resistance from your cunt, âNgh- Choso, dunno if itâll- fit-â
âBut youâre a goood girl- arenât ya, baby?â Reeling back with a dewy plop! to prod his tongue into each of your nooks. âSo arenât ya gonna take my tongue like hah- a good girl?â
Your hand claws to clamp your mouth shut as you feel him stick his mouth against your entrance and start to bully inside once more. âI- I donât-â
âAh ah, none of that.â Only to have one set of his slender fingers tug down your shaky hand, hearing your pretty whines like his favorite song.
Fuck, Choso can only let you buck wildly once heâs rubbinâ his tongue piercing along your clit. âYouâre gonna be loud-â His tongue was just unfairly flexible, twisting around until the metallic orb near the middle hits down your nub with a splat! âYeah- exactly like that, pretty baby.â He could barely even speak through each pressurized push, âGonna let this, mmm, entiiiire fuckinâ town hear. And then-â
And then heâs throwing your boneless limbs over his broad shoulders, ankles locking on instinct âround the back of Chosoâs neck.Â
Itâs the change in angle that has you gasping, holding onto the cushions surrounding you for dear life when that only makes his mouth roam deeper- â-th-then youâre gonna fucking take all of my- ngh- tongue.âÂ
Muffled, each syllable leaves your pussy all raw nâ sensitive.Â
Splashing out oodles of syrupy sweet sap each time the tip of Chosoâs taste buds scrape the inside of your cunt. Stretchinâ out your poor hole to the maximum until youâre mewling at the sting.
Constricting widely, heâs shovelling your walls apart until youâre memorizing the exact feeling of his tongue. Pump after pump.Â
He wasnât just hungry - itâs like he hadnât eaten for eons with the way that Choso was grinding and grinding his face between your face. Each gyration of his tongue rendering you speechless, licking all over your sweetest spots until not an inch was left undiscovered by him.Â
You feel the glossy points of his snakebites stick against the base of your outer pussy and gasp.
âAnd then my cock next.â
âOh- oh my god- ngh-â You babble away- was it possible to bottom out on a tongue? Because the curvy tip of his tongue was reaching all the way near your g-spot and you couldnât help but sob.Â
Hands trekking down on instant to-
SMACK!
Your fingers twitch where Choso had swatted your hand away, crushing it within one of his. âBut Choso-â
âAnd who said you could play with my prize?â He tilts his head, dark eyes narrowed in a way that looked almost dangerous. Plump lips twitching with a sleazy grin, âSâmy pussy, baby.â
Before you know it, heâs guiding your guilty hand down to meet his maw. Slick-sheened fingertips finding their way just between his lips- oh, he was greedy for your sweet, sweet juices. He wasnât about to let you have a single drop.
Sucklinâ on them like his favorite flavored lolly, Choso stares right into your eyes once he replaces what you wanted with his own fingers.
A drive-roughened index smearing open the edges of your pussy, âDâyou know that?âÂ
Youâre shuttering your eyes in need, âOh my god your fingers-â
Pressing just inside your hole, âDo you know that?â You can only let out a few more mindless wails in response, and heâs slipping a second finger against the roof of your core. âNeed you to answer me if you want-â
âYes- yes.â You claw against his strong wrist so hard that youâre leaving marks. Doing anything - everything to get him to go deeper, to sloppily fill you up from the inside with his fingertips. âOhâŚmmm, please, Choso.â
âAnd donât you forget it.â Youâre being treated like a lilâ plaything - one thumb flicking your clit, two more scouring inside your glossy walls. âIâm taking my prize tonight.â
Thereâs a lecherous, resounding plop! as he manages to fully sink in the two prolonged fingers all the way till his knuckles hit the slope of your pussy. The curvaceous edge of Chosoâs index easily mazing past to locate your throbbing g-spot, âOh fuck- so deep- ngh, soâŚâ
Only letting off once your own fingerpads are licked all clean of your slick, he hastily pushes his face back into your treacly cunt. âThatâs it, thaaaatâs it. Fuck up into m-me- into my face.â
And he had you have you on his flushed face - Choso needed you on his face.Â
Right then and right now, itâs like heâs fighting against himself for a mere piece of your pussy. Like the sweetest dessert in the world, he laps up every slimy ounce of leaky slick- wide tongue draaagging in circles âround and âround your sensitive hole.
One that was being absolutely pummelled by his fingers, heâs filling up every slick orifice with the curve of his digits. Hooking them so they thrash right against your g-spot-
âThis is how ya do it.â You swear you watch as the mountains of Chosoâs knuckles turn red with the slamming impact of his pumps, âLook at her- mm, just look. Now this is a winning celebration, huh?â
âFuck- fuck fuck fuck-â Your pupils are speeding in stupid circles within the whites of your eyes, hands twitching on his brown locks. The metal of his snakebites snag against the sensitive part of your folds and your legs shake, âIt just feels too good- hck!â
Dragging down his handsome face harder against your pussy- and the manhandling force makes him rut. Crushing the rock-hard outline of his bulge against the carseat, âToo good, huh?â
And then the unthinkable happens - Choso dares to pull his long, hammering fingers out of your pussy.Â
Instantly latching his pearly white canines onto your clit to bite so you canât get out a single complaint- heâs forcing you to be patient as he reaches for something in the back pocket of his trousers. âDonât you move now.â As youâre starting to push away from his shoulders at the sheer fucking stimulation making you see stars. âDonât you fucking move.â
Heâs serious about not letting you escape- one hand reaching behind his sweaty head. He grips both your ankles in one hand and locks them together, pinning them firmly together, dragging you to him.
âExcuse me for this, baby, I canât take my hah- reward otherwise.â
In a split-second, his fingers are back to bullying between your puffy pussylips- but they werenât the only thing pryinâ apart your bubblegum walls.Â
Oh.
With a gasp, youâre lurching your dazed head up as much as possible - watching in real time when Chosoâs now-ringed fingers disappear between your folds.Â
Chunky, cold metal rings scraping your innards carnally, you feel him press a particularly textured one against the area of your nerves and see white- âOh- oh my god, mmmââ Reaching for the very back of your core, heâs scissoring your cunt open to reach for your g-spot with a dull thud!Â
Pushing into each softened spot.Â
Your throatâs clogging with saliva again and again as heâs thrusting in nâ out, in nâ out, in and- âI donât think Iâll last.â
Fuck, that makes him push his raging erection against the cushion and groan.Â
âThen cum on my face.â Choso states simply, pressing a sweet lilâ kiss on your clit. Your quivering entrance splatters out a few speckles of glittery slick that latch onto his chin, âCum on my mouth.â
Sticking his long tongue out, you can see the dot of his piercing glimmer in the dim lighting. Rovering down to swirl on your clit, heâs driving you wild with precise, prodding rolls right over your overstimulated nub.Â
It was a dual stimulation - and you shouldâve guessed from all the expert driving, but he was damn near taking you to heaven with all the multi-tasking.
Clawing at your every gooey spot, the splotchy stains of your sap cling onto his lips like a gleaming medal. Every swirl of his greedy tongue on your clit making your back arch so cutely into his touch.Â
The flesh of Chosoâs bottom lip teasingly juts out to tickle his snakebites along your slope, âCum alllll over my tongue, baby.â
At this point you donât know what to ogle - the vicious lashings of his mouth, or the way he just looked so pretty doing it.Â
Stray strands of his bangs falling over his forehead, ears burnt rouge, biceps flexing as he fights off the thrashing of your legs to keep you in one place.Â
âOh- oh, fuck-â
âYeah-â Your eardrums flood with the rickety sound of friction on his decadent carseat, and only then do you realize that Choso was humping it. Fucking you with his mouth the way he wished he could with his swollen cock right now. âYeah yeah yeah- exactly.â
Honey-brown eyes locked right into the target of your own as he bucks nâ bucks his face deeper into your sloppy pussy. Wrist aching, mouth panting, but he couldnât fucking stop.Â
Youâre feeling him directly smash in a repeated one-two against your g-spot and choke- âI-I think mâgonnaâŚâ Trailing off, each nâ every word slurs together into one long call-out of his name. Thighs twitching as if you were electrocuted, âOh, mmm- mâcumming, Cho-â
The only thing you can manage through your wobbly lips before throwing your head back and cumming.
Rushing into your orgasm so hard that it makes your ears pop! âIâŚI canât believe I- fuck!â Your lashes flutter at the way he kept his probinâ fingers jackhammering through your high, blinking back tears. âY-youâre only making it even ngh- better.â
Plap! Plap! Plap! The rugged joints of his knuckles nearly rub raw at the impact against your pussyâs slope, scouring against your poor battered g-spot.Â
Your hands were on his ready head, holding on to grind on those pretty features in sloppy drags. Zaps of your pleasure bursting at the feeling of his piercings on your flesh, âYou really are filthy.â
And Choso was more than happy to have his mouth be used, have the tip of his nose be ridden.Â
âThatâs it-â Eyes twinkling watching your cute lilâ hole spray him with flecks of slick, each peak of your high making you clamp down.
Heâs slithering his tongue just vertically down your treacly cunt to try nâ bully it greedily inside. Swabbing with the metal of his tongue piercing, and you think you see white. Head throwing back at the sheerly raw stretchhhâ
Yearning to feel the way your goopy innards squeezed âround his muscle once more, âThaâs it- oh, baby, clench like that and mâgonna cu- fuck.â
Too late.
Too late; Choso was already feeling your snug, dripping insides melt around his tastebuds and he was already creaming his pants. A dark, dark stain forming where his leaky orifice kept wadding out seed- the man takes a glance down and tuts.
âSâall your fucking fault, yâknow?â
âM-mine?â And by now your wave of euphoria was nothing but a few tingles here and there- so Chosoâs lifting himself out from between your trembly legs. Albeit with a sloppy last French kiss on your sopping pussy. Two.Â
Three.
Four- fuck, you had to be the one to wrench Choso away by the base of his perspired bangs. Leaving a few jet-black stains of his eyeliner smeared between your legs.
Forcing him to stop pussydrunkenly chasing the taste of your cunt, âYes, fucking look at me.â He sounds gone. âMâaddicted and itâs all y-your fault, baby.â
And he was dripping wet from his twitchy girth, so much so that his trousers stick to the upper half of his thighs like a second skin. Chosoâs peeling his ruined pants and boxers off and oh-
âFuck.â Youâre gasping, in a daze. Eyes never leaving the hot, pinkish length that heâd just freed, âYouâre soâŚâ
Big.
Huge.
Staggering.
Damn near nine or ten inches, and so pretty, too.Â
The cutest lilâ shade of pink on his globular tip, glistening with cum nâ covered with a few sparse veins that led to his happy trail. More than rock-hard, it looked painful. And was that- oh, fuck.Â
He had a fucking Prince Albertâs piercing - right there, dotted on the line of his sensitive slit. Choso slaps down his heavy cock between your legs and watches as you squirm at the feeling of him slipping nâ sliding between your folds.Â
From your distance leaned against the end of the backseat, youâre measuring him up. Eyeing the girth of him, fuck, he was fat enough that your legs squeeze-
âNow now-â Hastily, he unsticks your clammy thighs and flips you over onto your front. Leaning his weight down on your back to keep your restless body pinned, â-none of that.â Tonality breathy, octaves higher. âNone of that none of that- oh, youâre not getting off easy tonight, pretty baby.â
Somewhere along the line of you ogling his impressive length, Choso had taken off his rugged band t-shirt. And fuck- you didnât know which view was better.Â
Because he was naturally ripped - all lean abs and pecs that jiggled once heâs leaning down. Your mouth waters when you take in the piercings going through his rosy nipples, the draconic tattoos going down his neck.Â
Youâre craning your head, now on all fours. âI-I couldâve guessed.â Sheepishly, as heâs aligning his thick, throbbing cockhead against your entrance.Â
Choso pulls back on your tattered panties with a snap! âWeâre gonna give this entire town something to hah- talk about.â
And thatâs exactly what he does.Â
Because the moment you feel his reddish crown bulge between your folds- you almost bawl. The utter primal stretch so much that heâs clawing onto your hips to keep you still.Â
âCome on.â Choso spits into your open mouth, one of his free hands pressing up on your tummy - hard - just to feel that sensation of his large outline spearing through your walls. âCome on come on-â
âFuck- fuck, Choso, youâre in s-so deep-â
âHereâs the finish line.â You hear him titter from above you, index paintinâ an invisible line somewhere about halfway down your stomach. Right where his target of your womb was.Â
And before you can get out a single word, he rears his hips closer and makes you see stars. Closer. Deeper. The curvy weight of his tip bullies between your first ring of muscle, so thick that you can barely even clench. âFirst, mâhere-â
You gasp, âWh-what-â
âThe- the starting line-â Heâs hissing out, deliciously rutting a meager inch back nâ forth just to make you feel the way your entrance was gaped to the max. âNow IâmâŚâ
With a hand pressed down to feel your cute tummy bulge, Chosoâs fat cock slips further down your walls. Easing in after such a raw, primal squeeelch-Â
â-here.â
âOh- my god- I canât believe-â You whimper, nails clawing at the faux leather for all he was putting you through. Just a few more solid inches, a few more visceral bucks of his hips and youâre babbling stupidly. âAre you ngh- are you there yet? Are you even halfway?â
âMmm, not quite.â Choso twists out a grin.
Free hand snaking between your legs to lap up a few ounces of your sappy slick, mixing with his cum from before. Itâs such a filthy concoction, and itâs exactly whatâs being used to draw a line right over your tummy.Â
âMâhere and then-â Another rut, another line - higher upwards this time. The fat, aching length of his cock was slickly mazing between your walls and making your head spin. Tapping that lilâ spot with his pointer,  ââŚh-here.â
Until you could feel every pulse, every vein.
Choso Kamo didnât even have to try to fill your poor channel up, his vein-decorated shaft poking into every tiny crevice and cranny. Until you felt like you were being molded to his very size.Â
âAnd- and then-â Even he wasnât immune to the completely carnal feeling- your cunt was just too hot, too soft. Heâs pokinâ his pointed tip into one of your tender spots and throwing his head back at the way it makes your glossy walls tighten. â-finally-â Rutting. Half-thrusts. â-here.â
Hitting your cervix dead-on, right with his pierced part.
âH-hehâŚthe grand prize.â
Shit, all this effort putting up a cool front and that very first thrust shatters Choso.Â
It makes him gasp, it makes him stutter- groaning out your name in a gravelly tone like a mantra.Â
âFuck- theâŚgrand- oh.â Heâs babbling away his own joke, planting yet another thorough slam all the way to the back of your pussy. Hard enough that the vehicle quakes.Â
Strawberry-pink tip swelling up just a bit more at the impact. Sheathed until those curly dark hairs at his base, and Choso chuckles like heâd just stumbled across an epiphany. âYour cervix- I hit it- got s-second place, too.â
Second place�
You blearily blink your eyes, saliva flooding at the pure stretch. âAre you-â
Papâ!Â
âAnd third-â In a sultry split-second, youâre being pulled back by one of Chosoâs beefy biceps - in a fucking headlock. His pierced lips kissing the side of your face, âGot third, too, baby- are you p-proud of me?â
Your hands fist in his silken hair- âYes- Yes yes yes- ngh, it just feels too good, Cho.â
Thereâs a sudden slurp, and suddenly the two of you are snapping your heads back down to watch how your stimulated pussy grows even wetter. Spraying out syrupy slick with each of his furious pumps, every slam leaves his meaty thighs stuck to the backs of yours like adhesive.Â
A roughened thumb slithers down to spread your pussylips. âO-oh.â Just so that he can watch his achingly hard cock disappear from your winking hole. Studded piercing dipping in and out in and out in and out- âWeâre gonna break this damn car, babyâ Just like this hah- pretty pussy is breaking me.â
Headlock tightening, backseats creaking. âCh-Cho, are you-â Another smash against the spongy layer of your cervix and he swears.
Youâre peering into the tinted window of his Mustang and seeing the full effect of your sweet, candied pussy on him.
Head hunched, back muscles tense.Â
Itâs like he was breaking - bit by bit with every swab of his cocktip against your deepest innards. The rounded globe of his orifice probes into the door to your womb and you find yourself drooling. âChoso, are you even ngh- okay?â
Chosoâs long lashes bat, eyeliner smudging âround sexily, âNo. Fuck.â Sizzling tastebuds lolling out to lick the salted tears streaming down your face. âFuck- fuck, how could I ever be okay?â
Youâre feeling his abs plaster against your spine, usinâ the weight to angle his roaming length even deeper. âA pussy as sweet as you- ohhhh.â Grunts departing into your ear following each rut after rut- âMân-never going to be okay.â
Chosoâs puffy veins drag against your g-spot and you whine. âH-harder.â
âHarder?â Something that sounds like a pussydrunk giggle escapes him, eyes wide. Feral. âCan you even handle harder, my girl?â
Huffing, the first thing youâre thinking to respond with is a sloppy nod. Your neck is barely even capable of keeping your heavy head upright by now, âFaster, too.â
Oh.
Oh.
You were fucked.Â
Because when you said âfastâ, you didnât think that he would act this rapidly. Taking barely a second - no, a nanosecond - to plunge his angrily hard dick out nâ flip your limp body over.Â
From the filthiest doggy position to having your legs âround his slender waist, his cock ebbing deep inside once more. The new angle easily lets his weepy girth map your walls, mazinâ inside like a searchlight.Â
Reaching your aching g-spot easily- âHold on tight, my girl.â
And then heâs fucking your dizzy brain thoughtless.Â
Until the firm, steady frame of his supercar was shaking from side-to-side.
Plump, raging cock stuffinâ right between your folds to poke against the top of your cervix. Again and again. Thump after thump.Â
His piercing is so cold that it makes you shiver. And Choso takes extra care to make sure that his winding veins find a way to precisely scrape your most treasured spots.Â
One hand holding onto the right side of your face, gently brushing against the top of your cheekbone. âIt feels so hah- good, oh.â The other toying with your pretty lilâ clit, âSo good itâs driving me- fuck, crazy.â
Drawing out the cutest hearts with his thumb on your nub, Choso was just so gone that you swear his pupils were starting to turn heart-shaped, too.Â
Especially once he catches two of your hands snaking down the sweaty line of his chest- stopping right where the curve of his pecs were. Without a second thought, youâre fingering the sensitive area of his nipple piercings.Â
Choso arches, he shivers. âHeh, youâre fucking dangerous, baby.â Drilling cock overspilling your insides with a few sticky wads of precum as you tug on one of them.
You whine when heâs withdrawing the loving hand from your cheek to swab the cavern of your mouth. âThatâs what they said about- ngh- you.âÂ
âMmmââ He lolls his head pussydrunkenly, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Youâre sure that Chosoâs leaving a few bites and smears of eyeliner for you to worry about later. Each word punctured with a thrash of his rotund tip, âWell, they donât know me yet.â
âA-and I do?â
âWellâŚâ And that makes the sinful man grin.Â
It makes him unload the hand from your ajar maw - removing it with a few stringy ribbons of spit. And itâs exactly that moisture that Chosoâs using to write out your damn name on his left pec, right above his heart.Â
âYou-â Your voice clogs up in your throat- because he wasnât done. Far from it.
Because soon enough, the ringed fingerpads simply teasinâ your clit start to repeat in a pattern. A swoopy few movements that youâre realizing is his name.
C-H-O-S-O-K-A-M-O
Yours on his heart, his on your cunt.Â
Spelled out expertly on the buttony top of your clit, youâre seeing stars after each quick movement. The sharp turns nâ swoops of his name being branded onto you was almost too much to handle.Â
Which was exactly what he was looking for- and the tips of Chosoâs plush lips twitch at the sight of you slowly edging towards your high. âYeahhh, you fuckinâ do. Know me better than hah- anyone else here, my pretty baby.â
Throat breaking out in a sob, âI-Iâm so close-â Pulling on his hair, thrashing up your hips. âNot gonna hngh- last too long, Choââ
âOh, yeah? Say my name like that- say my name.â
But you canât say anything, really - because in a singular, fluid motion, Choso has your legs perched on his flexing shoulders. Your capped knees pressing down until they hit your tits- the realization smites you and you gasp.Â
âA-a mating press?â
âWhaaaatâ?â Drawling out through a drunken hiccup, he gifts you three strikes with his Prince Albertâs on your g-spot. Thud-thud-thud. âWanna see your gorgeous fuckinâ ngh- face when youâre cumming on my cock.â
This angle was perfect for glissading a line of pre straight across your g-spot, unstopping until heâs hitting the back of your cervix with a rattling thud. Speeding his sloppy tempo up until the smacks of skin-on-skin were downright deafening.Â
Ears ringing with the sappy squelches reeled out of you after every second of his rough cadence. With the way the car was shifting- âYouâre just so- so filthy.â
âMmm, only for you, baby.â Comes out the ragged response, something near the tailend of his sentence cracking. And so is his restraint. His sanity. âA-Always for you, baby.â
Heâs driving into you as if he was crazed; toned pelvis of his stinging red, temple trickling with sweat, the fat circumference of his crownhead was leaving absolutely no spot unturned. Thumb nearly a blur on your clit, it makes you arch to have him rewriting his name over nâ over nâ over.Â
Chosoâs simply ruining you from the inside out, and you can feel your body twitching already in response.Â
Pants hoarse- gone. He finishes off yet another signature twist of your clit - C-H-O-S-O. âAnything for you, baby.â
And then you donât know whoâs first - itâs simply crashing into both of you at once.Â
A long, blissful wave of euphoria that leaves your vision all white nâ delirious. Youâre just so full- being stuffed to the very brim of your dripping wet pussy with his cum. Creamy white ropes that glue to the start of your womb nâ end up being stirred about by his length.Â
The only thing you can even think to do is wrap your arms âround Chosoâs neck and give him a lingering kiss.Â
Mind spinning, stomach twisting - itâs probably the hardest orgasm of your life.
Feeling him moan into your mouth through each clench of your high, âBetter than Iâve ever fucking- ngh, imagined.âÂ
Oh, it was just too cute to have him confessing like this as heâs fucking you through his high.Â
Pushing each knot of sinful cum even deeper- âYouâre better than a ngh- dream.â It makes him sensitively whimper to feel you clamping down at his words. Webs of ivory syrup sploshing through your channel like a second skin. âYou might just be- oh, my dream, my girl.â
Thereâs just so much of it.
So much thatâs spilling out. Coating his bulky base in a slathered ring of white, neither you nor him can even think to care about the stained material of the seats.Â
Only plowing probe after probe of his blushinâ tip to probe into your favorite spots, Choso leaves your toes curling at the pleasure of having him draaaaag out your high with his veiny cock.Â
And it takes you a few seconds to register his whiny words- âYou- you really mean that?â
âY-yeahâŚâ Heâs breathing out, in awe. Flinching when your fingers start to caress the crimson tips of Chosoâs ears, âMeant every fucking word.â
âAnd I do, too.â At his slightly puzzled expression, youâre chuckling. âRemember the first time we met? I told you I donât care about hck! anything this lilâ town says.â Itâs almost too intimate having you brush away his bangs from his gawking eyes, but you couldnât think of anything more fitting. âNâ I still donât give a single fuck what they have to say-â
âO-oh.â
Choso ends up cumming again - simply from hearing those words fall from your beautiful mouth.
Except, this time, itâs dry. Just a single pearly bead of sap beinâ withered out, he juts the throbbing crown of his cock up against the roof of your cunt.Â
Knees planting deeper upon either side of your hips to give you a thorough slide of his exhausted, pierced cock. Heâs cumming out near sparks by the time he spits out- âYour- your parents are gonna kill me.â
âMy parents are gonna kill me.â
âN-next time-âÂ
You knew heâd just bared his feelings out for you, but you canât help but feel your heart flutter at the mention of a ânext time.â â-mâfucking you in your bedroom, my girl-â The raspy tone of Chosoâs breath makes you shiver, up close nâ personal. â-while your parents are home.â
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âDid you hear- they say that Choso Kamo races F1 and heâs-â
âForget the racing! Did you hear heâd apparently taken her out- yeah, her, after that race last night andâŚwell, I hear there were numerous noise complaints at that cliffside viewpoint.â
âOh, my auntâs her neighbor and she said the house was in chaos the entire night after she came back. Couldnât even walk apparently.â
âHe was that good?â
âGood enough that she packed her bags and moved into a place of her own, apparently.â
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âAaaaand Verstappen holds the lead but Kamoâs close behindââ You never did get tired of the revving thunder of the cars, the booming voice of the Formula 1 commentator fighting to be heard above them.Â
Youâre leaning against the wall of the VIP box with Utahime and Shoko - meant only for family and friends, stomach churning as it always did whenever it came to the last lap of Chosoâs races.Â
âOh- oh! You can see Kamo weaving behind, ohhh itâs a tight one, ladies, gentlemen, and every folk in-between.âÂ
It was honestly still surreal to be here, of all places, after everything.
After how many told you that heâd break your heart, and here he was holding it with him through each lap like heâd fall apart without it.Â
As the distance closes - all power, pressure, and speed - youâre yelling his name at the top of your lungs despite the fact that he wonât hear. âCome onâ Choâ!â Waving about the flag with his number and color as all his tens of thousands of fans did. âNot too long for the finish lineâ!â
The announcer bellows, âAh, youâve got Kamoâs girlfriend, one of our most beloved F1 WAGs, yelling as the finish line draws nearer- so close! So close! Will he make it?â As that chequered flag raises, his familiar car speeds. âPush now, boy!â
His engine roars - and so does the crowd, split-seconds later.Â
âAnd in the final corner, itâs Choso Kamo who seizes the chequered flagâ! He wins the Italian Grand Prix! What a drive! What. A. Drive.â
Choso doesnât give a single shit about the few victory laps, he doesnât even wait for a final discussion with his pit team.Â
Zooming right past the finish line and further along the main straight. Right where it was most visible to you from your seat, heâs immediately punching on the gas pedal and swerving the absolute monster of his racecar.Â
Right then and there on the tracks.
Right into the shape of aâŚheart?
Youâre giggling behind your hands as the commentator cacklesâ âA celebration for his eighth win this season, Kamo shows off his title- and his love!â
Surrounding you, you can hear the crows coo and cheer, you can already taste the fizzy champagne being popped. And in nearly no time, your boyfriend has pulled his car up to the parc fermĂŠ - running right through the outline of a heart heâd drawn in celebration.
Running right up the stands to you-
But not into your arms.
No, not at all.Â
Instead, Choso Kamo drops to one knee right before you.
The audience loses it- and you hear the booming loudspeakers squeak. âWait- waitâs whatâs happening in the VIP box?! Choso Kamo- it canât be-â
And Utahime, without a single word, digs inside her purse and throws a small, velvety ring box over within the blink of an eye. One that Choso catches with ease. And oh, he just looked so pretty.
The same boy you met all those years ago - lengthy hair mussed up from his helmet, rosy lips quivering, face flushed.Â
âIs everyone in the pits watching? Is everyone at home watching? This is absolutely sensational! Choso Kamo has just seized the moment to propose to his long-time girlfriend, an incredible celebration of love weâre seeing here on the tracks today.â
So in love.Â
Choso whispers, âIt would be a dreamâŚif you would marry me, my girl?â
Tear-filled, you can only nod.Â
âLadies and gentlemen, and every folk in-between â we have a winnerâ!â
A/N. The things I would do for him cannot even be spoken into existence.
Synopsis. No, your clan leader husband wonât stop until he gives you an heir. No, you donât think youâll make it out alive.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Gojo, established relationship, heâs cray-cray (for you), brĂŠeding - like a LOT, oral (fem receiving), unprotected, creampĂe, marathon, sĂŠx, running from it, use of âmy wifeâ, overstim, FĂRAL Satoru, absolutely heinous, mentions of knĂves and bIood, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.3k
A/N. Guess what ya girlie is back with clan leader Gojo hehe.
An heir to the Gojo clan - no matter how small, how weak - could eradicate all three of the big clans before even being born. Much like their father.Â
You knew that. Satoru knew that. And, unfortunately for him, so did the stuck-up old toad currently sputtering across from him.Â
âI am not asking for permission.â Satoru smiles, deathly calm. âSimply that everyone vacates the Estate. After all, what the madam wants, the madam shall get.â
âBut- but young master! Itâs madness- An heir can tip the scales of power like never before!â The elder lunges frantically over the meeting room table. âI cannot allow- a-and considering the madamâs lowly lineage-â
Schwing!
They say that the infamous young head of the Gojo clan has a katana as hauntingly beautiful as he is - a blade of pure white, with a sapphire hilt. Though, there wasnât anyone left to tell the tale - and Satoru wasnât about to let that change anytime soon.Â
The long, deceptively delicate sword glints sharply against Satoruâs humorless grin, and those cold, cold eyes. Unblinking - crazed, as he hums, âWhat did you say about my wife?â
The man in front of him can do nothing but yelp in fear, âI- it could- the scale of ah-â
âNo.â The freezing cold blade presses deeper against skin. And Satoruâs tutting, âTry again.â
âTh-the madam!â Pathetic tears stain those expensive tatami mats below, every shred of previous ego wiped away as the elderâs forced to echo his words. âIt is no lie that her b-background isâŚunsuitable-â
Oh this was why Satoru hated these meetings - and for once in his life heâd been the one to summon it instead of being forced to attend. What a joke. If only this elder had agreed to vacate everyone in the Estate like heâd wanted, then none of this wouldâve happened. Seriously, how hard was it to get some alone time with you?Â
Satoru sighs, blue yukata rustling as he grips the hilt tighter. âDo you know why youâre here, advisor? Why any of you little council of elders are still here?â And he doesnât wait for an answer - couldnât care less about it anyway. Plowing on in that same sweet, dangerous tone - as if scolding a stubborn child, âMy lovely wife is kind, you see. Too kind. Doesnât like for me to get my hands dirty.â
He lets his arm retract slightly, as if giving up on the conversation topic at hand. And oh for all his wisdom, the elder shouldâve known better than to let the silence lull into one of safety. Shouldâve known better than to let out a breath of relief. Relaxing - ever-so-slightly, to be stupid enough to mutter, âS-see young master. I told- you-â
Because this was Gojo Satoru, and heâs chuckling - and that was never a good sign for anyone but you. âSheâd make such a perfect mother, donât you think?â
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SLAM!
You startle - there was only ever one person that dared to kick open the doors of the Gojo Estate that way, like he was out for blood.
Eyes tearing from your window towards the now-splintered doorway and-
Oh. Oh shit.Â
Your voice dies in your throat as the metallic tang of blood hits your nose - followed very shortly by the realization that this was your husband. Towering figure leaning against the frame, gaze frantic - bouncing off everywhere but you, fingers twitching on the stained handle of his katana, looking for all the world like heâd seen a ghost.Â
What the fuck happened?
âSatoru?â you breathe. And the sound of your voice his eyes finally snap to you - widening, like heâd finally noticed your figure standing there. Like he was seeing you after a thousand years. Stepping forward in concern, âAre you o-â
Youâve barely made it two steps before Satoruâs closing the distance in a split-second, dropping to his knees before you with a harsh thump!
You wince at the sound, but if it hurt then he doesnât show it. Anything but - in fact, looking more blissed out than youâve ever seen him as he lets his prized katana clatter to the floor, looping two powerful arms around your waist.
And itâs times like this - when he nuzzles his cheek against your stomach, sighing in contentment - that you forget about those blossoming stains of red on his yukata. None of his, you bet.Â
Threading your fingers through his soft hair, you repeat, âAre you okay, Toru?â
And oh.Â
Oh, it only takes those words - and your sweet sweet voice - before Satoruâs entire body jolts. Taking a sharp inhale, fingers trembling as they clutch onto the fabric of your yukata. âAn heir.â Words strained, ragged. Some deep, visceral part of himself peaking up at you through those hazy, half-lidded eyes, âWould you give me an heir, my wife?â
You werenât making it out alive.Â
Youâre gasping - partially because of his words, partially because thatâs all it takes for him to yank you down. Sprawling you out like such a slut on the floor. âWha- an heir?â
Itâs not something you expected him to even consider - that sleepy, quiet little pillowtalk from earlier today where youâd mindlessly wondered out loud whether your husband was ready for kids. Hell, Satoru was never a morning person, so you didnât expect him to even have heard the question let alone this.Â
Nosing at your racing pulse, whispering, âAn heir. You think Iâd ever deny you, pretty?â Like he couldnât believe it himself - sharp canines nipping at your neck, âMy heir.â
Itâs like it was the only thing he could say - could even think about right now as his lips burned a path down your jaw, into the valley of your breasts. Muffled, âNâ now we have the Estate all to ourselves, so I can ruin you as much as I hah- want.â
And for the second time today, youâre actually registering that this wasnât the same yukata your husband had kissed senseless in before the meeting. Or, at least, those patches of red were new.
âSatoruâŚâ You pull his face back.
âNo- no no please- Come back-â you squeal when he just drags you across the floor by the hips, pressing you up against that massive bulge, back to sloppily kissing the underside of your jaw. âWas jusâ one I swear- mâsorry about gettinâ the fabric dirty.â
âSatoru.â
âWasnât gonna break you where everyone could hear right?âÂ
And fuck he doesnât wait to hear a response, no - itâs been far too long, and every little scold from you has all the blood in Satoruâs body rushing to his aching cock. His lips are crashing onto yours, so desperate and needy.Â
âSa-toru!â you manage to squeal through the way he sips at your candied lips. Letting out pained, breathless little grunts like each swipe of his tongue against your mouth was driving him insane.Â
âShhh shhh, mâhere mâhere.â he pants into your open mouth, hands wandering everywhere. Cupping your ass, your breasts, nudging open your jaw to let him suck so filthily on your tongue. âFuck- mâhere.â Heâs licking up the drool pooling at the corner of your mouth already, âNâ mâgonna ruin-â One hand makes its way to palm your clothed cunt, â-her.â
But, alas, no matter how many times Satoruâs done this before - it never gets any easier, or as less heavenly of a sight for him.Â
With you all disheveled and splayed out for him, your tits almost spilling out of your yukata with the way his hands have been so greedy. So thoughtless.Â
Satoru groans, dipping his head forward to peck messily at your lips. âMmm- â Pulling back just enough to mutter, âGonna let me breed this pretty cunt, hm?âÂ
Itâs all you can do to give him a half-delirious little nod of agreement, lower lip wobbling at just how hungrily he was looking at you. Eyes wide, lips curling into a crazed smile, fingers trembling with anticipation as he deftly works on untying your robe.Â
âIs my wife gonna give me a pretty baby?â He gasps out, strangled. âAn heir?â He presses a sloppy peck to your glossy lips, strings of spit snapping when he breaks apart to whisper. âOne to take out all these dumb fucks?â Again, so dizzyingly. And again. âOh how Iâd love to see their fuckinâ faces.â And again and again and again. Kisses punctuated by that little mantra - âAn heir. My heir. I need you to give me a baby, pretty.â
And then your yukataâs being pulled down your shoulders, the expensive fabric ripping down the side with the way he was so ravenous. Goosebumps prickling down your skin as fast as Satoru can get his hands on every inch of you.
âOh, look at you.â his jaw falls slack, palms kneading at your soft breasts. âFuck- the mother of my kids.â He rolls his thumb over your hardened nipples, rubbing lazy little circles, âI need to- fuck!âÂ
Before you know it heâs pinning your arching body down onto the floor. One hand easily pinning down both of yours, the other angling your lips back onto his, a knee wedged between your damp thighs.Â
You whine at the feeling of Satoruâs thigh rubbing up against your drenched panties.
But he could barely hear - fuck, you didnât even know if Satoru was breathing with the way he wraps his pretty pink lips around one of your pert nipples. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, cheeks hollowing as he sucks - harsh.
âNeed to fill these up- sâgonna be so sweet. So full.â heâs blabbering into your tits, tongue rolling around your sensitive nipples. Incessant, like he was somehow trying to draw out milk. âI can only hope they hah- share, right?â
You buck your hips up, mewling as your throbbing clit catches on the dips and curves of the muscles on Satoruâs leg. âP-please, Toru. Donât tease.â
And oh, when has he ever denied you? Hell, Satoru would burn down this entire world and himself if it meant giving his wife anything and everything. Especially the future mother of his kids.Â
With a final, playful bite, you watch with glassy eyes at the way he dances his lips down. Slow. Teasing. Eyes locked with you all the while like some sort of predator cornering his prey.Â
âAnd this-â Satoru stops halfway down, pressing a deep, sultry kiss onto your bare stomach, âOh this. Gonna be so round nâ pretty. Absolutely glowing fâme, right? Fuck!âÂ
Snapping his head down at the feeling of your grinding your hips so sluttily onto his legs, slick seeping through your panties and onto his skin.Â
âOh.â he sighs, awe-struck. More to himself than you at this point, âYou can kill me if youâre not with my heir by the time weâre done, pretty.â
A promise.
And with it went whatever was left of Satoruâs poor sanity - and whatever pathetic chance there was of you making it out of this alive.Â
Immediately, Satoru fists your flimsy panties in his grasp. So see-through they were practically useless anyway. Reveling in your panicked little gaze as he pulls - rips them clean off your dripping cunt.Â
âOh god- There we go.â he moans, hooking two arms underneath your legs and pushing up, up, up - all the way until your knees were pressing up against your tits. Your lips wobble when Satoru takes the time to admire your pussy, breaths coming out in feverish little puffs to watch the way you glisten and clench at nothing. Licking his lips - salivating even - at the sight of your slick beading through your puffy folds. He runs a thumb along your sopping wet slit, âBetter wish her good luck tonight.â
And, usually, your husband was refined - he teased and toyed with your poor cunt until you were begging to have an ounce of friction. But right now, itâs a wonder he doesnât get whiplash with how fast heâs pushing his face into your pussy.
âMm-â Satoruâs eyes roll to the back of his head as his tongue laps at your dripping wet cunt. Tipping his head back, back, back to let your sweet sweet juices slide down his throat. âFuck that. Even luck wonât save you from me- hah-â
âToru!â you arch off the cool floor as he cards the tip of his tongue between your puffy folds. From the base of your sloppy entrance, all the way up to your throbbing clit. âHngh- sâtoo-â
He was going too fast too soon.Â
You whine at the palm pushing your unstable hips flat onto the ground, holding you still while Satoru licks all over as he pleases. âNow now, how are ya gonna ngh- fuck so sweet- handle later if ya canât even handle this, pretty?â
Sucking on your clit in such a messy, open-mouthed kiss. âFuck. Shouldnât have told me about an heir.â heâs murmuring into your cunt. Harsh - rolling his tongue against the sensitive nub in a way he knows will have you crying out so prettily. âFuuuck you shouldnât h- oh- Ohhh, look at you, my wife.â, breathing in deep, ragged gasps of air only to go deeper. âFuck- just look at you. Youâre so wet I could fuck you just like this.â
As if to prove his point, heâs urgently bullying the tip of his tongue between your plushy walls. And it was true - so pathetically true. You take him in so easily.Â
Somehow, you manage to crack an eye open to spy downwards - only to be met with Satoruâs eyes already on yours. Hazy, curtained by his messy hair, swollen lips curving up to flash you such a devilish grin as he squeezes his tongue past that feeble, first ring of resistance. In and out in and out in and-
âOhh. Squeezing me so fuckinâ tight.â His jaw grinds deeper, nose flush against your clit. âYa like that idea? Like the thought of me p-painting ah- slutty pussy white already?â
Your embarrassed little whine isnât enough of an answer for your husband. No, heâs pressing his fingers - all glossy and covered with a sheen of your slick - onto your pulsing clit. Just barely grazing in a way that has you crying out.Â
Making out with your cunt so sloppily, âThaâs more like it.â Heavy eyes boring into yours - goading, even, for you to give more of a reaction. âFuck- use those words, pretty. Scream.â Satoruâs fucking into your sloppy hole the way heâs been dreaming to do with his rock-hard cock. âAfter all, we h-have the Estate all to ourselves, right?â
Faster. Sloppier.Â
Pushing and pulling his tongue in a way that has you sobbing, âYes! Please- wanâ- nghâ Thighs squeezing around Satoruâs fervent head, âW-wan you to jusâ breed me, Toru-â
Oh.
Fuck, you mightâve just signed your will away at this point.Â
Because in a split-second, youâre cumming.Â
Shit, were you glad that there was no one in the house. Sobbing out a broken whine of his name, fingers white-knuckled on Satoruâs hair while you gush all over his pretty face. Just dragging your sloppy cunt all over his mouth - using him through your high.Â
And heâs more than happy to be dragged and angled all you please. Greedily lapping up your syrupy sweet juices, just dipping his tongue into your hole to feel the way you clench around him.Â
But itâs not long before Satoruâs pulling away. Swallowing a disappointed whine, you gape up at the absolutely feral man looming above you.Â
Lips plump and glossy, your juices dripping all the way down his chin, his jaw. Teeth bared, a pretty pink blush dusting over those cheeks - and you have half the mind to wonder how high the kill count actually is. Whether youâd be on it, too.Â
âHeh, kill count?â Satoru grins, teeth grazing so dangerously over your racing pulse. Shit, did you say that out loud? âFunny, real funny.â And with that, heâs thumbing apart your swollen folds, biting his lips at the sight of your quivering hole. âWonder if our- hah- kidâs gonna have your-â Without warning, he spits. Once. Twice. Gliding the pads of his fingers along the thick globs of spit on your cunt, â-humor?â
And oh how ironic it was for Satoru to be groaning out sweet little spiels of what your kids might look like, when his fingers were anything but.Â
Stretching out your gummy entrance, having the audacity to laugh - laugh - at how desperately your pussy was trying to milk his fingers.Â
âY-youâre so mean-â
âAnd yer killinâ me- ohhh youâre gonna be the death of me.â he mutters - strained. Depraved. Hastily pushing apart his yukata. He hisses, âFuck-â
You canât help but gasp at the sinful sight before you - Satoruâs blush reaches down his sculpted chest, down, down, down all the way to his painfully hard cock. Curved against his abs, already so angry and soaked with precum. Giving you a pretty little peak of those veins glistening against the dim lighting.Â
Before you even know whatâs happening, heâs circling his fat, weepy head around your sloppy hole. Slow, lazy patterns to tease your cunt. âCan only pray mânot dead before I see ngh- fuck- my heir.â
Itâs like something breaks. And Satoruâs remembering that no, this isnât just any child - itâs the next Gojo. That grip on the base of his swollen cock tightening when he slips past your pussy lips.Â
âOh! Toru- f-fuck wait sâtoo big-â you keen, nails digging into where his yukata was sliding off his milky, sculpted shoulders. Hard enough to break skin. âItâs ah-â
âNo.â he spits into your sagging mouth. âNo no no no- wait fuck- ngh squeezing so fucking- tight.â Hips pushing in quick, shallow little thrusts to squeeze more of his achy head inside. âFuck- fuck fuck fuck hold on. Need this. Need this so bad- please!â
And you canât do anything but arch into his touch, scrambling up onto your elbows to- shit, that was a bad idea.Â
Because one look at the sight of your poor cunt, all bulging and stretched out on Satoruâs massive cock was enough to have you running away.Â
Youâd barely made a movement to escape, feet flattening on the floor to buck your hips because shit it was too much. And it was a useless effort, anyway, because Satoruâs dragging you back so easily, pulling your limp body deeper down his swollen cock.Â
âNeed this. Need this need this so bad, pretty.â he groans, barely even halfway in yet. Still pushing, still relentless. âNeed to breed this cunt so bad.â
Some tiny, useless part of Satoruâs rationality knows that he should slow down - maybe give you a second to relax. To maybe even breathe. But he was out of control now, hips stuttering and wrenching forwards like he couldnât stop.Â
So heâs simply gripping onto your shaky thighs harder, sure to leave neat little indents of his nails to admire tomorrow - or, whenever he gets back his sanity, that is.Â
Satoru hisses at the way youâre so pliant below him. Limp, letting him rest your legs on his muscled shoulders. âThink I needa manhandle ya more often, pretty.â Pressing down, down - all the way until you were folded in half beneath him in such a mean mating press. âCanât- canât stop-â
The change in angle makes you scream out Satoruâs name - and it makes him bottom out. Finally.Â
Fuck, you werenât making it out alive.
âOh.â he grunts at the feeling of his heavy balls smacking against your ass, his fat, leaky tip kissing against your cervix. God, if Satoru was any less of a man he thinks he couldâve cum just from the feeling of you trying to suck him up already.Â
âOh- oh my god-â you gasp when he presses down about halfway down your stomach, Pressing down for that bulge, hard. âYouâre in s-so deep ngh- Sâlike youâre pushing into my ngh- lungs.â
Fuck, if you talked any more with that pretty mouth then Satoru was bound to pass out. Blindly, heâs feeling for your pouty mouth, kissing and nibbling at your wobbling lips like a subconscious apology. For what was to come, that is.
Because Satoru Gojo spares no apologies when he starts moving - finally. Finally fucking you the way heâs been dreaming of all throughout that droning meeting.Â
And he says so - a little over fifteen times, in fact, while he splits you apart on his cock.Â
â-nâ when I was negotiating those ngh- c-clan deals. Nâ when I was at that meeting-â he gasps, shoving your legs so far apart it burned. âSâall I could hah- think of. Everything - donât give a fuck if I got a contract wrong.â
Each word was punctuated by a rough, harsh ram of his cock, stretching out your gummy walls so far apart like he wanted to make his mark there. Pushing - even when he could feel his aching tip nudging at your cervix.
So merciless - violent even - with the way heâs slamming back into you. Molding your plushy walls to every ridge and curve of his massive cock. It was impossible to even form coherent sentences with his harsh pace.Â
A large hand flattens beside your head as Satoruâs thrusts get deeper. More purposeful. You almost sob at the sheer pressure when he dances his fingers down to rub quick, methodical little circles on your clit. âToru-â you moan, like a prayer. âM-more.â
But it wasnât enough.
âMore.â Satoru breathes, more to himself than anything. And shit at that very moment you almost understood why even the most hardened of clan leaders feared to even look at Gojo Satoru wrong. Because he was giving you a sopping, fucked-out smile, eyes widened, voice trembling, âYou want more?â
And of course this was the strongest. Of course, he was ruthless.Â
Of course, it takes him exactly two seconds to pull out of your heavenly cunt and flip you onto your stomach. One hand coming under you to angle your hips up until you were on all fours - like some ragdoll. The other feverish, distracting on your clit while he bullies his achingly hard cock past your sopping entrance once more.Â
âFuck!â your voice is hoarse when you scream. Teeth gritting because fuck the stretch was too sinful and Satoruâs hips were too harsh. Too hellbent on fucking into you like heâd lost control. âO-oh please, Toru-â
He doesnât waste time easing you into it this time, picking up where he left off with that maddening cadence. And you were glad he had an arm on your hips because your knees were weakening with each thrust, slowly sliding down the floor before-
âAw, my poor girl.â you hear Satoru coo from above you. Muscled chest rubbing up against your back, âSâalright. Mâgonna take care of it. You jusâ hafta take it- jusâ take it like the good lilâ wife you are.â his body bows into yours, strands of white sticking to his forehead. âNâ Iâll take fuck fuck fuck- care of everything.â So sloppy with his rhythm, pushing you further and further up the floor with each movement - only to reel you right back so easily. âIâll wash âem and hah- clothe âem nâ t-teach âem to take over this godforsaken society. To protect their momma.â
âT-Toru-â you squeal as he only gets more erratic. âIâmâŚâ
âHm?â
He didnât even have to ask - he could feel the way you were squeezing so hard around him, like you were trying to suck the fucking soul out of him. The way the only thing you could get out was his name.Â
His perfect wife.Â
Sobbing out, âClose! So close. Wanâ cum- Ah! Please-â
He was losing his fucking mind.Â
Biting down so hard at the crook of your neck to keep himself from cumming before you, he moans deliciously, âThen cum. Fucking cum. Please- wanâ you to cum on my cock.â Wrists aching with how desperate he was moving, âCum- yeah yeah yeah fucking- cum- Cum for your husband.â
Oh, if heaven was real then whatever was left of that part of Satoru that could still form coherent thoughts knew that this was it.Â
Watching you fall apart like such a slut all over his cock. Not even realizing it at first - just that your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, swollen lips falling slack, letting out such a pretty cry of his name that he canât help but cum, too.Â
You donât know whoâs more far gone - you, with your head spinning, a lewd little ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time Satoru fucks you through your high.Â
Or him, gushing out in thick, hot ropes of cum that overspill from your snug cunt.Â
âSo muchhh.â you whine, heavy head being held up by your husband. âSâtoo much.â
And he knew what you were talking about - because Satoru was cumming and cumming and cumming so hard it was like he couldnât stop. Didnât want to stop. Because he was mesmerized by that creamy trail of white drooling down your folds, forming an obscene ring at those tufts of white at his base.Â
âToo much?â Satoru hisses. âToo much?â
You can only give a barely-lucid nod, whimpering when he doesnât ease up. Not one bit, in fact, Satoru was only abandoning the hand playing with your ravaged clit to press down on your abdomen. Hard.Â
âThere we hah- go. Better now?â The hand supporting your head forced you to look down below, at the sticky mess of white covering your cunt. Slobbering all over Satoruâs cock - even down to his thighs. âNow we got fuck- more space.â
You donât even realize youâre scrambling away until Satoru gasps, panicked, âNo no no- weâre not done, pretty. Fuckkk weâre far from done.â Fingers tightening around your neck to pull you deeper down his cock, holding you in place. Just dragging you along his length. âGotta make sure it takes. Why else dâyou think no one in the Estate will be back until tomorrow?â
He doesnât wait for a response - not that you could give one, anyway, with how you were being fucked dumb on his cock again.Â
A strong, powerful leg hooks around yours, pushing you down with his body weight. âSo that we ngh- h-have enough time to prepare for my heir.â Weeping head grazing all those sensitive spots so expertly. âT-to plan and and- ruin you and- fuck you feel so good. Theyâll be the most powerful- hah- jusâ watch. Those fuckers better w-wait and see.â
So debauched and fucked-out that you donât even know what heâs running his mouth about now, just heavy, urgent words slurred into your neck while he fucks you just as sloppily.Â
âDonât know?â
Fuck. You said it out loud again.Â
And the embarrassing realization has your eyes screwing open, gazing tearily back at an amused Satoru. Well, as amused as he could be when he was just as wrecked as you.Â
Kissing your sweaty forehead, hips reeling back all the way until your cunt was missing the stretch - bucking traitorously against the fat mushroom tip grazing your entrance. Making a mess of precum down below.
âSâalright, pretty.â he groans, sandwiching his cock between your puffy folds. âBecause you just have to sit there nâ ngh- take- it.â
If you thought that Satoru was broken before then he was absolutely ruined now.Â
Because there was no reason or rhythm to his actions now - just mindless, feral movements to milk his cock as much as he physically could on your pussy. Running only on pure need and the thought of you round and so full with his kid.Â
âAh!â youâre startled out of your reverie by something wet. Whirling sluggishly to catch the tears of overstimulation brimming at Satoruâs heavy eyes - shit, you wondered if he even knew what he was doing at this point. âT-ToruâŚyou- ngh- o-okay?â
The only response you get is an unsteady nod.Â
â-the best.â he whispers, twitching balls squeezing so painfully with each slap against your ass. Faster. Absolutely soaked with the sinful concoction of your juices and his cum. âWeâll be the best parents- ngh-â And fuck it was so much - too much. Too good. Painful pleasure.
Enough that all it takes is another, sloppy thrust before heâs seeing stars behind his eyes again. Cock twitching wildly inside your cunt as Satoru shoots load after load of cum to paint your pussy white.Â
So warm with his cum - him - that Satoruâs body moves before his mind. Pooling the mess down below to nudge back into your cunt. âCâmon, pretty, c-canât get ngh pregnant if ya donât oh- cum.â
And itâs so embarrassing how thatââs all it takes for you to reach your high with a strained, barely audible moan. Voice shot, your own orgasm nothing but a few tingles that have your thighs fucking back into Satoruâs.Â
âSatoru- Satoru Satoru Satoru.â you mewl, big fat tears streaming down your cheeks. Birds of a feather, they say.Â
Hypnotized. Drunk off the feeling.
And, evidently, Satoru was, too.Â
âPrettyâŚâ his voice rings in your ear. Tinged with a tone you know didnât bode well for you - or your poor, overfilled cunt. Bloated and dribbling already. âAre- sure- ngh-âÂ
And with a jolt, you realize heâs still moving. Still pushing and pulling in languid, slow strokes. Thighs shaking as the fatigue wears on him.Â
If anyone saw Satoru like this, theyâd have a heart attack. Flushed your favorite shade of pink, the lower half of his body well covered with a sheen of your obscenities. Eyes teary with sensitivity, cock still twitching and so angry as he clears his throat and tries again, âAre we- hah- sure it took?â
âWh-what-â you gasp, breathing in big, deep inhales. âYes- yes yes- oh my god itâwonât-â
âIt will.â Satoruâs interruption almost comes out as a whine. And heâs more sluggish, dazed when he flips you over onto your back again - not too difficult, with the way you were practically splayed out already. âTh-this pussy is made to take it, right? T-to be bred by me?â
Itâs almost like Satoru was begging for confirmation, plugging back in the excess of what was leaking out of your abused pussy. It was spreading in a lewd little pool now, seeping into the non-existent space between you two.
But oh how Satoru loved it. Couldnât tear his eyes off of it, in fact as he noses at your neck. Barely even thrusting anymore, just raw grinds, âRight? Gotta make sure- ngh- heir. Oh-â
Heâs darting his tongue out to lick at the beads of tears streaming down your cheek. The salty taste on his tongue having Satoruâs hips stuttering forwards. Again. And again - alternating, not on purpose - between hitting your cervix and that bruised g-spot. âGonna give me an heir? Ohhh fuck fuck fuck- lemme breed this cunt?â
Youâre using up every bit of energy left in your body to give that slow, shallow nod. Which is all the time it takes for the pool to spread even wider. For Satoruâs fingers to stumble their way back to play with your clit.Â
Rolling his thumb over in a harsh, uncalculated pattern - if you could even call it that, just jerky, obscene movements to get you off.Â
And it works. Hell, the two of you are barely in the state of mind to even feel it. But heâs finally cumming again, and so are you.Â
âNgh- Fuck-â
With a loud, pained cry Satoru tightens his grip on your body like a vice. Raw, sensitive, overusing his cock until it felt so empty. Until you felt so bloated it was like you could explode - or maybe that was your own orgasm. âToru- c-cumming.â
Youâre not sure, anymore. And you donât know if either of you could bring yourselves to care at this moment, not when your eyelids grow heavy. Vision tinging with black in the corners, and the only thing you could see was your husbands face - sweaty, eyes almost closed, kiss-bitten lips moving in a soundless whisper.Â
â-the best- momma.â
A/N. CLAN LEADER GOJO SAVE MEE. Oh yeah the âcanât get pregnant without the momma cummingâ bit was based on this old tale Iâd heard where people used to gen believe that.Â
Synopsis. Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Gojo, arranged marriage, Satoru is a little (very) INSANE and down bad, the elders are awful, oral (fem receiving), use of âmadamâ, unprotected, crĂŠampie, knĂves, overstĂm, fĂŠral Satoru, heinous things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.9k
A/N. I need clan leader Gojo SO bad you guys donât understand.
They say that the head of the Gojo clan is the one person who could burn down this entire world and get away with it, too.Â
The youngest of all the clan leaders - and the most infamous - a man who keeps his friends close, and his enemies even closer. Enough so that youâve heard whispers of his cruelty at every nook and cranny of those stuffy social functions your family has dragged you to. And it was more than enough to paint a picture of such terrifying power.
Of a sharp blade and an even sharper mouth. Of an angelic figure that left no evidence, nor anyone to tell the tale - only the final, hauntingly beautiful image of cloudy white hair, and electric blue eyes.
Eyes that were currently locked with yours, and didnât seem like theyâd stop any time soon. Dangerous. Magnetic. Twinkling with such odd amusement from across the long tatami room.Â
Gojo Satoru, the head of the Gojo clan - your future husband.
âTch, the Kamo girlâs family had a much better reputation than this one.â
Ah, right. How could you forget?
You shift awkwardly on the mat, managing to rip your eyes over to the line of elders behind Gojo, whispering just loud enough that youâd hear - and, of course, remember once more that no, the marriage proposal hasnât been approved just yet.
And considering those disapproving glares youâd been so warmly welcomed with, it seemed that they were well and fully intent on keeping it that way.
âI can assure you,â you fight to keep the polite smile plastered on your face, painful and slowly cracking with each passing second being interrogated. âMy family is well-respected in the community.â Eyes snapping over to a silent Gojo, skin burning at his intensity. âVery well respected.â
âCome now. Weâre just saying.â Another voice speaks up, strained and tinged with a venomous tone you knew didnât bode well. âYour lineage isnât exactly illustrious, is it?â
The emphasis on âillustriousâ isnât lost on you, and itâs so fucking dramatic than you think you could almost laugh. Apparently, a few of the elders think so, too - because theyâre positively seething at the sight.
Muttering an icy, âSomething funny, dear?â
âNothing at all.â you bite back any insults, sifting around the contents of your untouched dinner - the last thing on your mind right now when it seemed like you were the main scrutiny tonight. âAbsolutely nothing.â
âSuch attitude!â That offended croak is met with murmured agreements and nods from the end of the room, âThe madam of the Gojo household must be demure- I told the young master we should go with the Kamo girl.â
God, why did you agree to this again? Something about strengthening your family ties? You felt sorry for the poor soul whoâd end up marrying Gojo, because no matter how much beauty or power he held, it certainly wouldnât make up for this.Â
Scoffing, the words falling from your lips faster than you could register them. âThen why didnât he?â
And this little question somehow seemed to have struck a nerve - multiple, in fact, as you watch in morbid fascination as the elders visibly bristle.Â
âB-because-â one sends a hasty glance at their stone-faced clan leader, flushing at his still-unwavering gaze on you. âYou- It doesnât matter. Someone like you isnât suited to marry-â
âRight, because this clan is that great.â
You freeze. The elders freeze. It seems like everyone in the world freezes except for Gojo - who only raises his brow. Letting your words hang in the air like a foul stench, studying just how awfully youâre digging your grave deeper in this hellish marriage meeting.
Eventually, the elder closest to Gojoâs right mutters a painfully saccharine sweet, âI knew we shouldnât have let the riff-raff participate.â
And oh it was like a dam burst open.
â-out of the thousands of girls, for someone like master-â
âThe scandal, too- imagine letting the Gojo name fall this far-â
âIsnât worthy. Canât let the bloodline be carried by some whor-â
Youâre on your feet before you realize it. Whirling at the elders head-on, and if looks could kill then all those old fossils would be six feet under and their graves a dance floor for you already.Â
Fists clenched, you spit, âIf heâs so wonderful then you all can marry this oh-so-great bastard yourself-â
Oh. Youâve done it now.
You were fucked. You were so very, very fucked.Â
You donât even bother to meet Gojoâs stare, instead wondering whether youâd be able to outrun the strongest clan leader alive. Sure, you could take those old toads but-
âSit.â
Your heart leaps at the voice, the first time youâre hearing it since entering this room - deep, almost-melodic, and for a second you donât even recognize who it came from. Not until Gojoâs flashing you a mirthful grin, blue yukata shifting as he moves to sit cross-legged, âSit.â
Oh, God, you didnât know of any torture methods one could do while sitting - but you didnât doubt that Gojo was an expert in all of them.Â
And as your knees buckle, sinking ever-so-slowly to sit back down on the floor, Gojo tilts his head in confusion. Brows scrunching together as he gestures downwards.
âOn yourâŚlap?â You question, as if the answer wasnât glaringly obvious.Â
The only response you get is a careless nod, Gojo spreading his knees further as if to prove his point. No care or concern as he plows on, âIf youâd like, of course.â
Itâs a silent staredown - you, and him - and the elders watching jaw-dropped, of course. None of you have ever known the young master to let anyone get this close - let alone give them a decision on, well, anything.
.Â
A weighty beat passes. One. Two.Â
He wins.
And you find yourself walking unsteadily towards Gojoâs imposing figure, all eyes on you as you plop down unceremoniously in his waiting lap. Warm - and it catches you off guard. Gaze flickering over his broad shoulder to look at the aghast faces behind you. Tension crackling in the air as they wonder the same thing as you at this very moment - just what type of torture method is this?Â
âInterestingâŚI need this one.â You blink up in confusion, heart racing and oh- shit, when did he get so close? But Gojoâs chest only rumbles with laughter. Circling his long fingers around your waist, pulling you flush against his sculpted chest, âAs the new madam of the Gojo household.â
What?Â
The elders behind let out stifled gasps, as bewildered as you were. And you swear you saw one faint, though, you donât get to take a close look, because Gojoâs gently grabbing your chin, tilting your head up at his pretty face.Â
âWanâ me to kill them?â
âKill- why?â you sputter - both from his idea and the heat of his proximity.Â
âWhy not?â He looks at you through his long lashes, so deceivingly innocent that it makes your head spin. Tone so light, as if he was talking about something trivial like the weather. âAn early wedding gift, maybe?â And he sounded like he was joking - you wished he was joking. But you knew better.Â
So you swallow thickly, âN-noâŚthank you.â
At this, Gojoâs eyes twinkle. âYeah, real interesting.â he coos, voice so uncharacteristically playful. And his lips are so close - too close. Running a thumb along your bottom lip, âGorgeous, too. Tell me, pretty, what do you think of ruling over this trash?â
And you could feel every eye on you as you mull over the question. Weighty. Scrutinizing - except for Gojo who seemed like he was hanging onto your every word.Â
Hell, might as well give âem a few heart attacks right?
Words that never come - because your body moves before your mind. And youâve got one hand gripping his expensive Yukata, the other scrambling for his broad shoulders. Softening the blow as you crash your lips onto his.
Soft - itâs the first thing you register. Followed very shortly by the taste of those cheap lollipops from those local convenience stores you loved - strawberry, you think.
But you donât get to confirm, because the kiss is over as soon as it happens.
Gojoâs pulling away with a strange light in his eyes, lips flushed a pretty pink, yukata dangling off his shoulder already. You have to train your eyes away from the milky skin, and over to the elders. Yeah, one really had fainted - three, now, actually.Â
And only one of them is brave enough to pipe up a rapid, âYou- how dare you dirty-â
Thud!
It all happens so fast youâre not sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. In a split second, thereâs a long dagger pulled out from his yukata, embedded deep into the tatami mat - not even an inch away from the elder whoâd opened his mouth.Â
âOut.âÂ
Itâs so abrupt that for a second, you think Gojoâs talking to you, voice soft, and so so eerie. It sends shivers down your spine as you raise your eyes to look at his glare at the frozen crowd behind him.
Eyes wide, aura menacing - a grin gracing his features, absolutely nothing like the one heâd sent you - it was something so dangerous and cold. The temperature in the room dropping about ten degrees as he mutters, âI wonât say it twice.â
And immediately, itâs chaos. Each one stumbling over the other to run out the sliding doors first, none of them daring to look you in the eyes now.Â
âO-of course, master.â the leader, seemingly, chokes out. One foot out the room already, âIâll um- check that the servants are doing their work-â
âNo. You all will stand outside.â Gojo murmurs, not even bothering to look at them. Instead, cupping your face closer towards his, âAnd close the door.â
That door could not have been shut faster, ringing in the tense silence. And suddenly youâre too-aware of the audience outside. Too-aware of being left alone withâŚyour future husband? And the way he was looking down at you with something so dark in his eyes.
âSoâŚâ he runs his nose down your neck, breathing in your scent. âIf you donât want me to kill those bastardsâŚwhat else must I gift you, my wife?âÂ
âLike what?â You gulp, back arching involuntarily into him.Â
Gojo laughs at the reaction, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. âAn estate?â Dancing ever-so-slowly, up your jaw, âAll the cars you could want?â He blows gently in your ear, chuckling as you yelp in surprise. âMaybe jewelry?â Kissing the tips of your ears, âYouâd look gorgeous in blue. And the Zenin clan has the perfect necklaces I canâŚconvince them to send over.â He pulls away, taking you in entirely, âOr maybe-â Lips now ghosting yours. â-something else?â
And then heâs kissing you - and youâre kissing him.Â
You donât know who leans in first, just that Gojoâs lips were so sweet on yours. So addictive. Palms cradling your face so softly, while his lips were anything but.Â
âOpen your mouth, pretty.â he pants into your lips. âKiss your husband properly, now.â
Shit, you barely even realize the way youâre listening to every single word he says. Jaw falling slack to let him lick at the seam of your lips. Such a messy clash of teeth and spit and him - so hot and starved. Like he couldnât get enough with the way he hastily moves to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw.Â
âSatoru-â you gasp, and he nips lightly at your bottom lip once you immediately shut yourself up because shit, youâre getting ahead of yourself. Calling the clan leader Gojo by his first name? Hell, youâll see the gates of heaven before you see an altar.Â
But Gojo himself seems to think the complete opposite. âDonât get all shy now.â he pries away the hand covering your mouth. âCall me âToruâ.â
You stare at him, wide-eyed, trying to will yourself to say this little nickname.
Too slow, apparently. Because his hands are suddenly everywhere - on your breasts, your hips, giving your ass a slow squeeze. âT-Toru-â you squeal.Â
Gojoâs mouth drops into a soft oh! Immediately surging forward as if to claim your lips again - stopping mere millimeters from your lips with a pained grunt. Like it killed him to stay away.Â
âSee? Jusâ like that.â he angles your head just right, before spitting, once. Twice. Right into your pretty mouth. âNâ now youâre mine.â
And fuck if Gojo wasnât going to prove it.
Heâs laying you down on the mat, fumbling with the ties of your yukata, âMine to wed. Mine to carry my legacy.â Thumb running over your hardened nipples as he urgently unbuckles your bra, throwing it behind god-knows-where. âMine to-â Biting down, ever-so-lightly on your nipple, â-worship.â Hands dipping lower, and lower - just barely teasing the hem of your drenched panties. âMine to ruin.â
You donât know what youâre reeling more from - maybe from those words, which youâre sure he said loud enough for the elders outside to hear.
Maybe from the way heâs sliding a finger underneath your panties, sliding it up and down your puffy folds. Making you arch into him like such a slut as he pools your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips, popping them into his mouth with a low groan.Â
âOh. Fuck. Oh, fuck-â Gojoâs eyes roll to the back of his head. Not wasting a second before ripping off your flimsy panties, tucking them away into the waistband of his yukata. âSweeter than I imagined.â
âS-so filthy-â you mewl, as he spreads your shaky thighs. Lips wobbling pathetically at how heâs admiring your glistening cunt. âToru, no oneâs everâŚâ
At this, his eyes are back on yours now. Half-lidded, pupilâs blown - and you donât think youâve ever even heard of the leader of the Gojo clan being so out of it, let alone see it first-hand. His voice strained as he breathes out a barely audible, âShit- really? So thenâŚâ Heâs moving to lick lewd little circles on your inner thigh, â...your husbandâs gotta make this memorable, right?â
Gojo doesnât give the time to even think about answering - he doesnât trust that he has the fucking sanity to wait that long. Because youâre so pretty splayed out like this for him. Your moans too sweet. Your cunt too tempting. Too his.Â
So, really, you canât blame him when heâs plunging nose-deep into your quivering pussy, licking one, long stripe right up your swollen folds. And fuck the cute lilâ whines escaping your lips are so addictive that Gojo just canât help but do it again. And again. And again and-
âO-oh my god, ngh- feels too good-â you card your fingers through his soft locks - something that would usually result in a lost hand or two. But for you - anything, for you. âMore, Toru.â
Shit, if Gojo thought heâd lost his sanity before then he definitely wasnât ready for this.Â
âSo needy.â heâs chuckling into your glistening folds. One hand throwing your legs over his shoulders, the other thumbing over your needy clit. âSo perfect. Canât believe no oneâs ever hah- eaten out this pretty cunt before.â
Immediately, heâs squeezing his hot tongue past your folds. And itâs all you can do to buck your hips up so sluttily when he licks at your sloppy entrance. Your throbbing clit. Anywhere and everywhere Gojo could reach.
âHngh- yes yes yes, too good.â
âYeah? Ya like this?â He moves his fingers down from your already-ravaged clit, circling your sopping wet hole. âYa like making such a mess on mâtongue?â
âW-wha-â The words get caught in your throat as you whirl down at the sight below you - Gojo. Gojo, with strands of white hair sticking to his forehead, eyes so glassy. Gojo, tongue lapping at your sweet juices, looking like he wanted to devour you with his eyes, as much as his mouth.Â
At your reaction, he grins, furrowing his brow in mock-concern, âWhatâs wrong, pretty? Canât talk?â Bullying his long fingers past that first feeble ring of resistance, massaging your plushy walls. âNâ you were so hah- feisty earlier. Thought my new mmpf- wife would be mouthy?â
You give his hair a warning tug, whispering, âSh-shut up-â But it comes out more breathless than you intended.Â
Gojo notices, of course he does. Because heâs letting out a whiny, âSh-shut up.â Wrapping his pretty pink lips around your pulsing clit, âAs you wish, madam Gojo.â
You hear a dull thud from outside, but you canât even think about turning your head to look because Gojoâs drinking you in like a man possessed. Pumping his fingers in and out, expertly hitting that one spot with each and every thrust. Looking nothing like an infamous clan-leader and every bit on cloud nine as he rolls his tongue over your clit. Over and over and-
âP-please ah- oh-â you squirm.
âMove your hips like that. Yeah- jusâ like that, pretty- fuck-â The most powerful man in the country letting himself be angled and pulled as you pleased, grunting each time you drag your pussy all over his mouth. Fingers frenzied on your clit - sloppy. Fast.Â
But it still wasnât enough for Gojo - he thinks itâll probably never be. But thatâs fine - the two of you have until the wedding night to perfect it, right?
So heâs looping a big arm around one leg, pulling your snug cunt impossibly closer, reaching over to toy with your pretty clit. And then heâs nose-deep in your sloppy entrance, preparing you for what was to come - fucking you both on his tongue and his fingers.Â
Jaw grinding deeper, stretching you out, thrusting in and out in and out in and-
âFuck fuck fuck- Toru mâsoâŚâ
âClose?â he slurs into your cunt, grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Fingers just digging into your hips, sure to leave pretty little marks for him to admire later - and to give a message to those old toads outside. âCum fâme. Shit- cum fâme, pretty.â
Gojo realizes it before you when youâre finally cumming - because your gummy walls are squeezing around him so tight that itâs almost difficult fuck you through your high the way he wants.Â
Youâre shaking. Blood roaring in your ears, vision spotty. Crying out a hoarse, âFuck fuck fuck- oh my god, Toru-â Barely even realizing the way youâre rocking your hips so hard into his hot mouth.Â
And Gojo keeps going.Â
Even when youâre blinking your vision back, big fat tears pricking your eyes at the sheer overstimulation. Even when white-hot electricity sparks behind your eyes each flick of his tongue. Still toying with your poor clit, tonguefucking you so messily.Â
âToru, sâtoo- ngh- much- fuck.â You can barely get the words out, jolting. Wondering how the fuck his mouth wasnât tired, yet - how his fingers werenât cramping up, tongue still as greedy as ever. âC-canât-â
âYou can. You will.â heâs murmuring into your cunt. Running his mouth now, like he was drunk off your pussy. Words as fast and ragged as his tongue. âCâmon, faster. Harder. Fuck-â you flinch as he spits out little profanities into your messy cunt. âFuckin use me. Use me like the good lilâ wife you are.â
âOh- shit.â you whine. Clawing at the mats, Gojoâs hair, his shoulders - just anything to cope with the sheer stimulation as he made out with your pussy like a mad man. âWait- cum- mâgonnaâŚâ
Youâre cumming and cumming all over again. So hard, even as you grind your hips deeper into Gojoâs mouth. Riding out your orgasm on his pretty face, so painfully good.Â
And only then is he finally pulling away. Absolutely wrecked, eyes miles away already, mouth glistening with your slick. Going all the way down his jawline, and onto the tatami mat in a deafening drip! drip! drip!
âOh.â he runs his tongue along his wet lips. âWho made you cum like this?âÂ
A smile slowly splits across his face as you manage out a little, âY-you, ToruâŚâ
âThatâs fuckinâ right. Me.â Hypnotized by the heavenly sight of you all fucked-out and twitching with the aftershock. Marveling down at his hand - glossy, and covered with your slick, âNâ mâgonna love you.â
And, well, a good husband always shares, right?
Because Gojoâs shoving his fingers past your kiss-bitten lips, pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way he knew would have your eyes watering, gagging around him so prettily. Eyes widening at the feeling of something so hard and hot between your legs.Â
âCâmon, lilâ madam. Lick them clean fâme, will you?â
Youâre gasping, âMmpf- Toru-â Eyes flitting between a smug Gojo and the hand currently untying his robe. So teasing with the way heâs giving you just a flash of those boxers before oh-
Shit.Â
You thought that heâd be big - it was expected, in fact. But this was fucking ridiculous.Â
All sculpted curves and dips of his body, faint scars painting his milky skin - stories heâd tell you about later, you think. A fucking masterpiece. All the way down, down, down to where his throbbing cock was leaking all over those tufts of white at his toned pelvis.
Rock-hard, and so so angry. Prominent veins running along the side, flushed a shade of pretty pink that glistened with precum in the dim lighting. So intimidatingly long that it already had you worrying for your poor cervix, and thick enough that it had your thighs pressing mindlessly together.Â
Something that Gojo obviously didnât appreciate.
âNow now.â he tuts, pulling back his fingers to spread apart your thighs with ease. So far apart that it burned. âI need these legs open, pretty. I like the view, yâsee.â
And he made it quite obvious, too. Spreading your swollen folds so shamefully apart with his thumb - wet with your split. All the blood rushing to his cock at the way you flinch in embarrassment, at the feeling of being so used. Cute.Â
âShhh, relax.â Gojo hums. Spreading the spit and slick lazily along your cunt with his fat head, purposely letting it smear all over your thighs. âMâgonna make this feel so good for you.â
And let it be known that Gojo Satoru was a merciless man - for everyone.Â
Except maybe his cute lilâ wife.Â
Because, yes, heâs suddenly splitting you apart on his massive cock. Yes, heâs holding your poor hips still, head dropping into the crook of your neck as he sinks in inch by fucking inch.Â
But oh God does he have to hold back from fucking your tight cunt exactly the way he wants. The stretch too sinful, your pussy too heavenly.Â
Instead heâs kissing away the single tear rolling down your cheek, muttering, âToo big? Aww, f-fuck, pretty. You needa breathe-.â Rich, coming from him considering that Gojo doesnât know if he was breathing right now. Too caught up in the way heâs rolling your swollen clit between his fingers, gasping into your open mouth, âTrust me. Mâgonna make it f-feel hah- good. So fucking good.â
âF-fuck-â Your head is spinning. And you can only give him such delirious little nods as Gojo starts to push in quick, lazy little grinds of his hips just to squeeze inside your gummy walls. Past that first, tight ring of resistance.Â
âSâtoo big-â you squeal, nails raking down his back. âA-are you all the way in- yet?â
âNope.â heâs popping the p, so unfairly smug. âNot even halfway in.â Drinking in all your cute lilâ sobs as he snakes a hand up to draw an invisible line across your stomach. âBut you b-better be prepared, wifey. Because this-â Pressing down, hard. â-is where Iâll be.â
You didnât know who wanted that to become a reality more - Gojo or you.Â
Especially with the way your tight cunt is sucking him up so good, and shit for all Gojoâs reputation, he feels like he couldâve cum right then and there.Â
âShit- so fucking tight. God- youâre gonna make me lose my mind.â words so strained. So dangerous. He kisses down your neck, biting right above your racing pulse. âHow do you want it? Like youâre my hah- wife- or my lilâ slut?â
A trick question, you think - as much as you could when youâre this cockdrunk, at least.Â
Locking eyes down at the way your cunt was bulging so obscenely around his cock, clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in in in- Unstopping. Relentless. Mewling a little, âL-like Iâm yourâŚwife.âÂ
âLouder.â
âLike Iâm your wife.â
Several things happen at once - that faint muttering suddenly increases tenfold, and maybe if you were in any better state of mind youâd have noticed the few gasps. Gojo, however, does hear.Â
It only takes an irritated growl and a split-second flash of metal for a second dagger to be struck deep into the thin wooden panel of the door - unfortunately for whoever just so happened to be on the other side.Â
âThatâs right. My wife.â And then heâs bottoming out - heavy balls smacking your ass, leaky tip nudging your poor cervix, letting you mark him up all you want as he rocks his hips faster into yours. âAnd you- ah- you realize theyâre beneath you, right?â heâs stroking where he can feel himself bulging inside you. âThat my lilâ wife just has to say the word nâ Iâll ngh- take âem all out?âÂ
You can only sob at the pressure, because his words are so soft but heâs fucking you so mean. Sounding like he was losing his sanity with each time your heavenly walls milked him.Â
âIâll kill âem- kill âem all-â heâs gritting out. âHell, Iâll take down the r-rest of those clans ah- too if it pleases you.â Fingers getting so erratic on your clit, angling his hips just right to try and find-Â
âHngh- f-fuck, Toru- there-â
That.
So sloppy with the way heâs alternating between hitting that one spot and just abusing your cervix. Bruising - like he wanted to mark you everywhere nâ show it off, too. Biting down your neck, whispering into the skin, âAnything for you, madam.â
Rocking his hips harder, and he couldnât give less of a fuck about the lewd little pool of slick and split forming on the mat below. Canât even think to bring himself to be disgusted.Â
âFeels good?â heâs drinking in your adorable sobs, âSâwhat you imagined?â
Youâre torn between running away and fucking your hips up so bruisingly into his, hells digging into the mat as you push and pull away. âYes. Feels- ah- ngh-â And for all your mouthiness earlier, you canât even form coherent sentences right now - something that makes Gojo balls squeeze so painfully.
Something that has him wrapping his arms around your legging, dragging you like some ragdoll back to him. Rocking his hips so bruisingly deeper and deeper as he babbles.Â
âGonna make you c-cum. So hard.â Heâs fucking you harder into the mat. Faster. Sloppier. âGonna ngh- make you my beautiful bride.â Bouncing you on his painfully hard cock like he was claiming you from the inside - to leave marks for everyone in the clan to know. His balls on your ass, your nails down his shoulders, lips on your neck leaving little bites. âGonna make you mine, pretty. And everyone else sâgonna know.â
And Gojo can tell when youâre close because heâs learned that you have a habit of squeezing him to insanity when you are.Â
âClose?â At your delirious nod heâs giving you a blinding grin, âHow cute. Why donât you hah- cum fâme like the good lilâ wife you are, hm?â
Cum for him you do - thighs shaking, body jolting. So hard and violent that youâre covering him in all your sweet sweet juices.Â
And he can only watch - awe-struck - as your pretty pussy squirts all over his angry cock glistening, and just drenched with your slick now. Beads of it getting all over his burning abs, trickling down every dip and curve as he uses your quivering pussy harder and harder-
âGod, youâre so good fâme. Look how much you came.â Giving a final, harsh thrust. âSo perfect fâme.â
So fucking smug as he finally cums as well. Letting out a low, muffled moan into your neck as he fills your poor pussy with rope after rope of seed, painting your walls such a sinful white. All the way until he was sure you were bloated with his cum, until he could feel it dribbling down the side. Looking down to confirm and- ah, sure enough, it was such a heavenly sight - thick globs drenching your clothes below. Spreading in a pool as his hips push deeper and deeper.Â
Like it hurt to stop. Like it hurt to even think of tearing his eyes away from you.Â
But, alas, this old meeting room could only take so much, and Gojo thinks youâll enjoy his - your - bedroom much better for round two.
Which is how the elders outside found the door kicked open not too long after. Blinking up in shock at the tall figure of the Gojo clan leader at the frame holding you. Tired and limp in a princess carry, all bundled up your yukata and one of his outer robes.Â
And they can only avert their eyes, faces burning at the hazy expression on your face, hair so unsubtly messy, bare legs twitching ever-so-slightly from where they were just peeking out from where the fabric had bunched up. Sinful. Desecrated. And evidently his.Â
âClean that room up.âÂ
Gojoâs stern command snaps them all out of their reverie.Â
But before they could all run to do so, heâs plowing on, unapologetic and low. âOh, and bow down-â chuckling lightly as they scramble to their knees before him - and your barely-lucid figure. â-to the new madam of the Gojo household.
Synopsis. A jester marrying a princess? Not even in the most terrible joke.Â
Gojo Satoru has loved you ever since the first time he made you laugh, heâs loved you since you appointed him as your personal jesterâand heâs loved you even when your royal engagement was announced.Â
But if only a prince can marry a princessâŚmaybe a jester can wreck it.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!princess!reader, jester!Gojo, royalty AU, forbĂdden Iove, yearning, PLOT, hurt, best friends to Iovers, betrothaIs (not to Gojo), heâs so siIIy, and so in Iove, sad backstorĂŹes, vĂŹoIence and bIood (not to or from Gojo), rhymes, pranks, Naoyaâs awfuI, hidden schemes, makeovers, masquerade baIIs, masks, somewhat CindereIIa-Iike, oraI (fem rec.), tongue f, fĂŹngering, heâs PĂSSYDRĂNK, p taIking, pĂnching, bĂting, spĂtting, Ănappropriate use of the jester hat, heâs FĂRAL, raw, matĂng presses, first times (for both), heâs BlG, making it fit, talking you through it, pushing down, dirty taIk, rhymes whilst heâs INSIDE, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, royal weddings, HAPPY ENDING, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 16.8k
A/N. TO THE LOVELY BABYGIRLS THAT HAVE BEEN BEEEEGGING FOR THIS TROPE- and inspired by the very talented @/karolineprihodko on Tiktok <33
âA fool may sleep. A fool may sneer. A fool may ask why the princess is crying here?â
Itâs so sudden that it stops your tears.
Crouched in a small passageway near the royal court. Between the gleaming armors upon display of Gakuganji the Great and Kashimo the Fierce. For a brief moment of madness; you think you must have imagined the lilting voiceâalmost melodic. Marvelous.
Itâs one of the most beautiful things youâve ever heard - even more so than the music wafting from the open doors of court, brought by the travelling circus that your palace was entertaining.
And then youâre hearing him again.
âSob sob sobâfor my princess is a crier. Dear Gojo here, shall set Yagaâs stache on fireâ!â
That makes you finally lift your head out of your arms, with a laugh that is full-chested and unabashed. For the first time in a longâŚlong time.
âWhat might your name be?â You ask the boy with the bright blue eyes, and an even brighter smile.Â
And that was the story of how you met Gojo Satoru - when you were eight, and heâd been merely ten. Though he didnât look tenâhe mightâve looked even younger than you.Â
White hair. Winks of dimples upon each cheek. His face was chalk-white from the make-up typical of jesters, even young ones, supposedly.Â
He was drowning in a faded red and blue jester outfit that looked as if itâd been dragged through multiple shows a night. It looked far too big to have been his originally. Even through the patched-up collar, his collarbones showed, and from the too-wide sleeves; his pale, near-skeletal limbs stuck out oddly.Â
His face was pretty, however, with eyes too large for his head.Â
Gojoâs cheeks were sunken in, yet his smile wasnât the slightest bit smaller. That, too, looked too large to be his.Â
And youâŚ
Crying outside the royal court, after your parents had declared you far too young to see the travelling circus. The acrobats. The sword-swallowers. And one little jesterâŚthat had gone missing during the processions.Â
Though, in time, Gojo took delight in weaving in additional parts of fighting off dragons and two haunted knight armorsâenraptured courts that clapped and laughed as he sang of a white-haired fool and his crying princess. Heâd whisked you off your feet and made you swoon in ways a princess utterly shouldnât - and then produced you before your horrified father, His Majesty, as the sole suitor that made you laugh.Â
At least according to him.
Though one thing was true from that fairytale: Gojo had been the only person to make you laugh. The only one.
Previous jesters and palace acts wavered between confusing you with their overly long ballads, or enraging you - all because they assumed some little princess couldnât handle humor. And maybe that was why - Gojo hadnât underestimated you - that youâd gone right up to your father in the middle of a particularly splendid fire-breathing act, stood in the center of the lavish floor, and declaredâ
For Gojo to be released from the circus to become your personal jester.
As a royal jester he would be clothed, bathed, and tutored alongside you - so long as he kept you entertained with his rhymes (to which you had no doubt that he wouldnât falter).Â
Not minister nor royal guest should lay a hand on him. He was to be treated as an equal member of the court, and should have titles bestowed upon him in due timeâbut for now, he will grow up as your best friend. Your only.
And whilst declaring this in about as much royal haughtiness as you could have managed, you looked over at Gojo. You donât remember for what reason. You donât remember what you were looking for.
All you remember is that Gojoâs eyes seemed brighter in that moment, like the nightâs cloak of stars. There were tears in his eyes.
And he flashed you his crooked grin.
You grinned back.
His Majesty and the advisors didnât take long to mull over the thought before asking the circus master to name his price for the boy. And Gojo had been small then - oh-so-small - a mere waif of a boy. He was clearly the youngest amongst these adults, and the circus master hadnât even remembered he was part of the troupe.
Heâd demanded two crowns and a bag of wheat.
To which The King had obliged with a simple wave of his handâbefore freeing the other circus members, as well. He was mercifulâŚmost of the time.
And youâd been so overcome with joy that you ran to the jester and took his hands then and there.
Had it been in the little passageway where youâd met, then you might even have embraced him.
But perhaps youâd given the ministers enough conniptions for the day?
âFollow me.â You breathlessly whispered to the little jester that seemed far too shocked for words. âI shall summon the royal tailor whilst you take your bath- we have every fragrance in the land, and more than enough botanical springs.â
But the longer he stayed speechless and unmoving, the more self-conscious you grew.
Your fingers loosened around his, âThatâŚthat is if you wish to-â
âI do.â He stopped you from slipping away - he clasped your hands even tighter. Tight enough to nearly hurtâbut you didnât stop him. âI-Iâd be honored, Your Highness.â
âYou shanât have to call me that.â
And though a few eavesdropping court ladies and gentlemen gasped at the destruction of long-held social etiquette, Gojo had merely smiled and nodded. And then youâd been the one to whisk him away.Â
You.
Gojo shared little about his upbringing that first day in the palace, and even less over the years. You knew that heâd been born into an average family just a kingdom over - Gojo itself was a fairly used name - but tragedy struck and his parents both passed awayâalthough you never asked how, and he never shared why. It almostâŚseemed as if he didnât remember. A part of him that had scrubbed out most of those years, like a bloodstain.
And heâd lived in the same lifeless home as them for five days. Trying to wake them.
No one listened.
No one arrived.
No one helped.
No one helped.
No one helped.
Driven by hunger and loneliness, Gojo finally left the house after those five days. And just his fortune, he hadnât walked long before encountering the travelling circusâso many jugglers and jesters and acrobats and fire-breathers. And one master leading them from the front.Â
Heâd been both enraptured and scared.
And hungry. SoâŚso hungry.
Even the smell of the lion food was appetizing to him.Â
One acrobat passing by had spotted the boy watching wide-eyed from the side of the road, and seeing how desperate he was, shared her lunch and invited him to join. It was the biggest act of kindness heâd felt in five days.
And so he taught himself to rhyme. To joke. To smile.Â
And two years later was when you saved him- you told Gojo that it wasnât so much as saving him than him saving you. But he denied.Â
âThank you.â Gojo had whispered to you, almost fearful, during his first night in the palace. The Princessâs jester had been granted quarters right across the hallway from your own chambersâand yet, the first night was always the scariest, wasnât it?Â
Heâd given you quite the fright sneaking into your royal chamber after all the candles had been snuffed and your attendants had left. Soundless as a mouseâand looking just as unwelcome inside the gilded bedroom. But eventually, you welcomed him onto the lavish mattress far too large for even two.
Let alone two children.
Laid a fair distance apart, you faced each other.Â
âI forbid you to say those words again, Gojo.â You smiled. âAnd just for the one night, I trust?â You meant the bed-sharing; should your attendants walk upon this in the morning, then Gojo would be thrown into the dungeons faster than he can rhyme.Â
Gojo nodded, somewhat flushed. âJust for the one night.â
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âSatoru-â
âMmmm, puff pastries and wagashi.â
âSatoru.â
âHuh? Ohhh, sweet cheesecake.â
âSatoââ The exasperated call of his name doesnât land before the kick does - square in the middle of Gojo Satoruâs broad back.Â
Sometime in the last few years, after heâd taken up training with General Yaga to keep himself fit for his dances, Gojo had started sleeping without his upper garments on.Â
And you couldnât deny that it was a sight for sore eyes; his sun-freckled sun, the dips and curves of his muscles shifting as he did. The roundness of his deltoids. The sensual curve of his spine. The patterns of his scapulae, and lash marks that he wouldnât explain. They moved like waves of an ocean, and they peaked and fell just as much. Some mornings you dared to trace every single oneâjust with your eyes, of course.Â
But of course, he was just your best friend - socially, your jester, at that.
Which is exactly why youâre kicking him off the bed the second you hear your morning attendants heading down the corridor. As soon as heâs out of sight, the double doors to your bedroom openâand theyâre floating inside with steaming-hot trays of breakfast and new fragrances for your skin.Â
One of the attendants sets the breakfast tray down on your bedside table, and you sneak him a few of the blueberry-spotted pancakes. Though have to slap Gojoâs hand away from swiping the syrup, too, before one of them sees.
âSuch a beautiful day, isnât it, Your Highness?â Your head attendant, Utahime, trills as she throws the curtains open to let soft morning sunlight flood inside. âThe perfect morning.â
âIt is.â Youâre nodding. You slap Gojoâs hand away from the syrup again.
âAnd we have no more than an hour to get you ready, Your Highness. So I beg you to finish your tea quickly.â Another attendant hands you your morning tea - just how you liked it. It smelled of something floral that reminded you of the royal gardens, and something else so utterly appetizing that you could feel Gojo huffinâ and puffing about beneath you.
Served him right for sneaking in again, you think.
You slap Gojoâs hand away again. Utahime continues speaking onwards obliviously, ââprepare for the guest.â
âA guest?â That piques your interest.Â
This time, Gojo steals the syrup. And it creates a loud clatter that draws the attention of all the attendants sweeping and scurrying about to pick out your gown for the dayâyouâre unceremoniously coughing to cover it up. Youâre not sure it works.
Utahime crinkles her nose, âNasty little ailment, isnât it?â Her intelligent eyes dip down to the bed - though she keeps it discreet. Utahime, as well as being your head attendant, was one of your closest friends as well.Â
Close to you in age, youâd hand-picked her to be what was essentially your right-hand woman.Â
And she knew of the ratherâŚclose friendship that you and Gojo had; perhaps improper for court etiquette, but just right for the two of you.Â
From underneath the bed, Gojo snickers.Â
You bounce on the mattress, whilst Utahime kicks the bed post.Â
âAhâŚthis ancient bed.â Youâre commenting once the other attendants look at you with raised brows, âHonestly, sometimes I believe it to be haunted.â
âWake up to a mysterious figure at your bedside, do you?â Utahime eyes you. You avert your gaze from hers. âWell, we should do well to rid your chambers of that before the Prince arrives, Your Highness.â
âThe Prince?â
âPrince Zenin Naoya, of course.â
Gojo knocks his head on the bed frame.Â
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.
Prince Zenin Naoya possessed many titles; the latest one being the most unpleasant royal youâve ever had the displeasure of meeting.
Which was saying rather a lot.
Youâve met many a-princess that were appalling to her attendants, and many princes that boasted their numerous wars. Your father himself fell into the latter group. And many, many more dukes and duchesses and marquisâand whatever other title had surfaced over the last few centuries and gotten latched-onto with rabid, golden-ringed claws. Had it not been for your duty to maintain a peaceful political climate, you would have forgone those social gatherings altogether.
Though your father was particularly careful not to repeat the border strife that had occurred not too long ago in your kingdomâŚsome violence-seeped dispute over power.Â
And so you lifted your head and plastered a smile.
You managed to clamor through even the most painful of social obligations.
But this oneâŚthis one might just force you to rewrite all the royal rules that had been drilled into you since you were younger.Â
âIt is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.â You nod in acknowledgement as the Prince bows. His coronet was made of pure gold; a simple band with a blood-red ruby in the middle.Â
It flashed at you menacingly.
And so did his pearly-white smile.Â
âThe pleasure is all yours, Your Highness.âÂ
Youâre taken aback at his choice of words. You meet Gojoâs eyes a little ways away from the court- and his read the same confusion. He shakes his head imperceptibly. Then Naoya turns to the King seated on the throne beside you instead. His smile leers, âMy utmost gratitude for this invitation, Your Majesty. My parents send their regards.â
âGood people, good people.â Your father nods, âTheir assistance duringâŚthose times of trouble shall forever remain in my memory.â
âWho are we if not united against the face of the radicals, Your Majesty?â Naoya graciously bows once more.Â
âWell said.â And then the King makes a sweeping gesture in your direction. âAnd in the future, it seems we shall be united once more.â
Naoya throws his gaze at you again, and the way he looks at youâŚit makes you hug your arms to yourself.
Youâre unsure why your gaze had been upon Gojo at that very moment - they always did seem to find him - but you watch as his expression darkens. Darkens. Darkens. In a way youâve never seen before, and then itâs hitting youâ
âFather?â
But he ignores you, âSatoruâ!â In the years that youâve brought Gojo to court, your father had become rather fond of his rhymes and riddles as much as you were. So it wasnât exactly surprising that he had been called upon, and Gojoâs expression switches instantly into one of foolish mirth. âWhy donât you share one of your amusing rhymes with our guest?â
âAs you wish, Your Majesty.â He bows deeply. As he makes his way to the middle of the court, where Naoya and his entourage were gathered, the bells upon his blue-and-white garments jingle.Â
And before you know it, Gojo clasps onto Naoyaâs shoulders and ensnares him with his words. âNaoya oâ Naoya, with your great riches and gait.â The corners of his lips twitch - something sharp. Gojo covers his mouth in a faux-whisper, though his words reach every single corner of the vast chamber. âEvery lady here knows you take potions to compensate~â
Naoyaâs face turns green then red. A furious red.
As if fearing the Prince would swing, Gojo jumps back- just in time for the hay-blond man to whirl around. âBut oh, no potion shall make Prince Naoyaâs rooster bigâthe most you ladies get will be the size of a fig~â
The jester laughs maniacally, and so does much of the court; you yourself canât stop from letting out a startled laugh or two.Â
Your best friend never did hold back - perhaps because he was the only one allowed to do so without fearing the threat of the dungeons.Â
And Gojo watches as a giggle slips past the hand youâd brought up to cover your mouth- and his grin widens as he takes it as a challenge. Dancing around Naoya, he continuesâ
âNaoya is hated by the ladies of the court. Naoya is hated in his medical reports~â He trills gleefully, darting a hand out and knocking Naoyaâs coronet off. âAnd all the ladies and all the healers, have never seen a cock this short~â
Red face now turning almostâŚa sickly yellow, Naoya attempts to fist-fight the jester. Though Gojo was far more agile than he looked, and he was dodging each hit with ease.
âOhâhave I offended you, Your Highness? Perhaps a change of paceâŚâ Gojo crows. âFor all Naoya hates women, he might as well court men-â
âYou- youââ
âEasy, son.â Your father chuckles to himself as well, âYou should do good to familiarize yourself with the Princessâs jester if you are to marry her.â
Gojo stutters- and his rhyme pauses. His eyes widen.
You feel the red, red carpet give out beneath you.Â
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.
.
âI simply mustâŚapologize for Sato- my jester, Your Highness.âÂ
The clinking of silverware fortunately masked the waver in your tone. It was insincere and unapologetic.
Naoya maintains an expression as if heâd just smelled something unpleasant, perhaps as if it was on his very plate. The Prince cuts into his bird with far too much force than necessary, âApology accepted.â Rather short.
Though you yourself didnât careâyou shoot a look at the ministers that were currently attempting to meld into the royal portraits on the wall.Â
With nervous smiles, they urge you to continue.
It was a poor imitation of a romantic dinner - as romantic as a political marriage could get.Â
The royal dining room had a table that sprawled nearly from one end-to-end. Polished mahogany. Intricately-carved legs. So thick that they didnât buckle under the hundreds of dishes piled on top: soups to puddings to heart-shaped wagashi to those you couldnât even name. Woven in-between were flickering candles and vases of red, red rosesâsprouting confessions of love.Â
Some of those petals were even scattered across the floor.
Though the dining room could seat about four-hundred guests, right now it only seated him and you. You and your future husband.
Your future husband.
Your future husband.
Your future husband.
It still hadnât sunk in, and you didnât want it to.
Zenin Naoya takes a bite of his roasted bird and spits it back out. From his entourage, one of the Zenin ministers darts out with a dish to collect it.
You wrinkle your nose in distaste.
Two courts were watching this fallacy of courtship.Â
From your side, it was the entirety of your court save for some of the outer ladies-in-waiting and some gents, and your parents. From his side, it was Naoyaâs entire entourage at his every beck, call, and swallow. Just waiting for the opportunity that their beloved Prince didnât like anything.
Which seemed to beâŚeverything.
You yourself can only pick at the delicacies on your plate - theyâd done well to include favorites of both you and His Highness. And yetâŚ
And yet, in the past eighteen years youâve never sat through a dinner without Gojo at your side.Â
Always at your right-hand seat. Always chomping through his dinner with overexaggerated noises that made you laugh, and the ministers grimace.
How could you feel so alone surrounded by so many people, and yet lacking one?
Youâre biting back a sigh.
âPssst.â
Confused, you look up at Naoya- but he seems just as morbidly indulgent in his food as he was before. He was spitting out even more.Â
And so you look aroundâbut none of the ministers nor advisors catch your eye, either.
âPsssssst.â
There it was again. Somewhat irritated and feeling your confusion growing - this dinner certainly hadnât put you in a good mood - youâre about to excuse yourself from this social hostage-situation. Someone must be attempting to make a fool out of you. Youâre resting your hands on the polished table and about to push offâ
When you feel somethingâŚtouch your wrist.
Youâre about to scream-
âTamper your screaming, please.âÂ
Oh, well if they asked so nicelyâŚ
Wait-
Who?
Without making too much of a spectacle, you slide your fork off the edge of the table.Â
Naoya grumbles at the metallic ringingâand muttering a dainty apology, youâre leaning down to pick it up. Or so it seems.Â
Instead, youâre crouching yourself down and lifting the tablecloth ever-so-slightly. Itâs a purple velvet, one of the finest in the land, and it opens up to reveal one of the greatest treasures this palace held. At least, in your opinion.
Gojo Satoru brings a finger up to his lips and winks. His make-up crinkling handsomely as he did so, âDo you frequent these parts?â
âI should ask the same from you.â You hiss, glancing around to make sure that no one was looking. âSatoru, what do you think youâre doing-â
âExercising my culinary skills, my princess.â And he raises up a little velvet packet in one hand, shaking it around tantalizingly. He answers your question before you can voice it, âJust a little horseshoe, just a little wool from Yagaâs sweater, and perhaps the Prince that swallows this shall be a little sweeter~â
Your jaw drops. âYou cannot be serious-â
âNever in my life have I been more serious.â Gojo replies solemnly, then with an innocent flutter of his lashes- âForgive me for not sharing, my princess. But perhaps you would favor it as well?â
âIt shanât suit my palate.â You answer firmly.
âItâs far more palatable than what I did to the wine, trust me.â Gojo smirks.
âYou rouge.â
He opens his mouth as if to say something more, but Naoyaâs tone grates through the little bubble of mirth youâd formedâin less than a minute, no less. âWife- wife.â
You and Gojo stare at one another in shock.
Wife?
One of your ministers coughs pointedly, and with a final glance at Gojo, youâre straightening in your chair. âWere you perhaps addressingâŚme, Your Highness?â And any smart man would have quickly backtracked at this opportunity to change their answer.Â
But you never claimed that Zenin Naoya was particularly smart. âMy eyes donât perceive any other woman here?â He scoffs, taking a bite of a chicken leg and then immediately spitting it outââAs for the engagement plans- eugh.â
Youâre biting back a laugh as he drags out a string - seemingly from a woolâŚsweaterâŚof Yagaâs - from his mouth and looks at his ministers in bewilderment.Â
âTh-the chef must have been in a state of pioneering.â You cough out.
Another bite he takes.
And another wad of wool he spits out.Â
You bring a hand up to your lips, âPerhaps you should wash it down with the wine, Your Highness? It had been brewed specifically for this occasion.â
And so he does - eyeing you all the while.
Naoya takes a big swig of his goblet andâshrieks as he finds half of a shoe inside.Â
One of Gojoâs very own.
That shriek is loud enough to make the walls of the dining chamber rattle; and Gojo shoots out from the side of the dining table, unable to keep his laughter in control, and dances away. âTwiddle dee, twiddle dooâNaoya coughed up a shoe~â Those double doors are still swinging as it sinks in what just happened- and your ministers and guards take a menacing step towards where the colorful intruder had disappeared.Â
You raise your hand to signal them to halt.
âThis insolentââ Naoya was spitting with fury- unable to even formulate words. His mouth is a downturned slash, and he shoves the plate off the table. It shatters vociferously.
You notice that heâs turned a little green in the way he only seemed to do when Gojo was nearby. âMy first order as King shall be to rid this incompetent kitchen-â He spits. â-and that godforsaken jester-â
Your fork clatters to the floor once again. âWhatâs wrong with Satoru?â You didnât care if you sounded rather too offended by such a question. âIs it the practical jokes? I shall request that he ceases such-â
âWhatâs wrong? Whatâs wrong?â Naoya cackles to himself. âWoman, what is there not wrong about that goddamn fool? Heâs- heâsâa fool.â
âFor that is his duty, is it not?â You narrow your eyes at him.
âI suppose.â Naoya leans back in his chair, âBut his duty is to the crown, and when I am King-â
âHis duty is to me.â Before you know it, youâre standing. Youâre breathing hard. Youâre ignoring the ministers that attempt to hold you back. âHeâs my best friâjester.â
And you repeatâŚthough you donât know whether itâs more for yourself, Naoya, or the boy with the blue eyes that was once underneath the table.
âHeâs mine.â
Those words fall like the blade of a guillotine.Â
Naoyaâs eyes were spitting fire. âHeâsâŚyours, is it?â He throws his cape back and stands, âYour HighnessâŚI fail to understand why you entangle yourself with a mere jester?â Though the sentence itself wasnât one particularly barbed, his distaste bled through every syllable.Â
âHe- he is my best friend-â
âHe is a jester.â Naoya says with a tone of finality. He pushes back, letting the chair clutter behind him- the brings up a palm to stop his ministers from righting it. âAnd a jester can never be anything to a princess. Never.â
Those footsteps of his resound louder than your heartbeat. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
On the way to making his exit, he stops before the entrance and speaks. âWe are to be engaged in six moons, and when you are my wife, I expect you to act like one.â Naoyaâs gaze is deadly as he grips the door open, âMy family earned our titles bringing down entire households- a mere jester is nothing to me.â
Another guillotine: this time, itâs the closing of the dining room doors.
âYour Highness-â
But youâre following Naoya out, and tears burn behind your eyes.
Just as luck - or perhaps fate - would have it, who else had been standing behind the doors listening to every word? None other than Gojo Satoru.Â
Though his face is downturned, and you canât make out his expression, your heart soars at the sight of him. Heâs pressed against one of the walls closest to the doors, and he clenches his fists at his sides. And youâre just about to reach out- to tell him that Naoyaâs words didnât matter- to tell him that Naoya didnât matterâ
But before you could, Gojo sharply turns to you and bows. Those bells atop his hat jingle as he does so, and he stays bowed as he asks, âThis fool begs to be dismissed, Your Highness?â
Your Highness? âYouâŚyou mayâŚâ Your brows furrow, fingers trembling towards him. âBut Satoru-â
And yet, heâs gone.
And you didnât get a single look at his expression.
You wondered what you would see. You wondered what you would be hoping to see.
But no matter what it was, you knew that all you wanted to see - whether anger or mirth or irritation - was Gojo himself.Â
Your engagement was in six moons.
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To your dismay, Gojo Satoru was avoiding you.
You should have realized that something was off that moment after the disastrous dinnerâor perhaps when he didnât join you to sleep, or perhaps when he hadnât joined court in the following days. According to one of the palace staff, the jester was ill, but every attempt at a visit to his quarters ended up with you being rebuffed or diverted.
And how many opportunities for diversion there were.
The palace was a-flush with florists, and bakers, and candle-makers, and mask-designersâand orchestras upon orchestras practising for your engagement waltz.Â
One of those times youâd been dragged away to floral-picking for the grand engagement ball - the one that would announce your union to the entire kingdom. Another time it had been to pose for a portrait with Naoya (a particularly taxing endeavour). And another time it was to pick out the colors for your mask- this was to be an extravagant masquerade ball after all. And another time it had been to get fitted for the ballgown youâd be wearing for the nightâlike exactly right now.
This time, youâd gotten just past the guards stationed upon either side of Gojoâs chambers (both on his word, and to prevent the Princess from getting into anyâŚscandalous affairs before the engagement).
And youâd cracked open the door - ever-so-slightly - only to find that what was insideâŚmade you halt.
Gojoâs room was completely and utterly empty.
Not just of himself, but of his literature books, his shoes, his bells, his flower vases. Anything and everything that made the chamber so utterly Gojoâs, was gone. Even the braid of friendship you wove for him when you were twelve - that he kept at the very top of his jewelry box - and the flower crowns you made for him that he dried and hung from his windowsâyou made them rather often, beforeâŚNaoya.Â
He had intruded upon your idle dance between love and friendship - and you were still feeling bitter and confused as Utahime fitted you. As she wound up the hip springs of your corset- and tightened, and tightenedâ
âI just fail- hah, fail to understand.â Youâre muttering, slightly out-of-breath.
Utahime looks up from the knots of your corset, âYour Highness?â
The royal tailor had just stepped out to aid in bringing the imported silk and cloth of gold up to your bed chambers, and in the meantime your attendants were helping tighten your numerous layers underneath. Your ballgown - engagement dress, more precisely - would be fitted on top of the base linen undergarments and the crinolines.Â
Tonight, you will be engaged.
And to a man that has never made you laugh once-
âYour Highness?â Utahime repeats, snapping you out of your little reverie.
âOh- forgive me.â You nod at her in acknowledgment. âWhat I meant to say was, I just fail to understand what heâs thinking.â
She nods back - you didnât have to specify who. âIt is precisely as I have told you, Your Highness.â Utahime tightens a few more knots- knocks a few more breaths out of you. âThat olâ nuisance has not a single thought in his mind. You must not worry yourself too much about him.â
âOh, but UtahimeâŚhow can I not?â Youâre sure the flurry of other attendants surrounding you were listening in - smoothing down your layers, preparing your jewelry. But you didnât care at the moment, if you did say so yourself.Â
âI believe it is just a little ailment, Your Highness. I fear I am not blessed enough for such a thing to prove fatal to that jester-â
You gulp. âI believe Satoru may be avoiding me.â
At that, even Utahimeâs brows furrow. âPardon?â
âHis chambers have been emptied of even the flower crowns, and I havenât even the faintest glimpse of him these past few days.â Speaking these words aloud seems to make them too real. âI believe I told you of how he overheard the conversation between Naoya and I?â
Utahime nods.
âNaoya had uttered some things- balderdash, if you ask meââ Your fists threaten to clench, but two attendants were working on your nails. Another was double-checking the measurements for your mask. Mask. âYet I fear Satoru may have misconstrued some thingsâŚand I havenât laid eyes on him ever since.â
Thereâs a silence.
Her fingers finish their final knot.
And then Utahime stands to look you squarely in the eyes. âThis is Gojo Satoru we speak of, is it not?â
Slowly, unsure of where this was going, you nod.
âThen you have naught to worry about, Your Highness.â She flashes you such a beautiful smile, looking over your corset for imperfections - of course, there were none. âIt is most likely that heâs skulking about these palace walls, looking for a minister to scare or a prince to embarrass.â
Youâre letting out a soft huff of laughter.
âOr evenâŚa princess to adore.â
Your eyes widen- and youâre snapping your gaze to hers. Thereâs a knowing expression that Utahime wears - one she often gets whenever she notices Gojo hiding in your room, or watches the two of you sneak out during royal balls.Â
This one, in particular, was about to be the most crowded and convoluted yet.Â
And youâre meeting her smile, eventually. âI thank you, UtahimeâŚâ You then look down as you hear the doors of the dressing room fly open, âBut adoration cannot stop a royal engagement.â
Three sharp claps sound as the tailor gets the attention of your attendants.Â
âThat will be all, ladies. Thank you.â And his own attendants and apprentices flood the room to take over the fitting stageâUtahime squeezes your shoulder as she leaves.
Though she doesnât reach her bed chambers for a much-needed rest, as she might have wanted to. Instead, sheâs halting right outside the entrance-
âYou.â
And making sure you were occupied by the tailoring, Gojo bows dramatically. Holding his little bells so they donât jingle- âAt your service, Madam Sour-face.â
âCease it.â
âNo, I said Sour-face-â
âForget it.â Utahime could feel a migraine coming on already at the mere sight of his impish grin.Â
âSour-face Utahime with her pressure so high, one more joke and sheâll make me cry~â
Why - oh why - couldnât the universe take as kindly to her and forbid her from seeing this man, too? She continues, âFirst, enlighten me as to why youâve been giving Her Highness the cut?â
A too-innocent expression crosses his face. âPardon? I fear I have no recollection of ever-â
âI will kill you with my bare hands and feel no ounce of guilt.â
Gojo clicks his jaw shut.
âIâŚâ And itâs under the pressure of her unwavering glare that he finally cracks- letting out a deep sigh and dropping his head. âI plan to leave the palace.â
âPardon?â Even she sounds utterly shocked. âWhen-â
âTonight.â Gojo has never sounded more serious to her. âI have spent the past few days gathering my possessions, everythingâŚshe gifted me. As the ball starts tonight, I shall take my leave.â
âBut your duties-â
âI have informed His Majesty of my decision. It seems though he shall miss the rhymes, he is keen for an amicable marriage between Her Highness and Prince Naoya. A jester can be replaced, trust in a marriage cannotâespecially not one of political nature.â Utahime is almost shocked at this simple foresight, but then again- everyone always did underestimate the fool.
She watches his reaction, âAndâŚthe Princess?â
Which seems to make him flinch - as though struck. Perhaps a part of him was. ââŚI shall leave her a letter before I depart. Her Highness does not deserve to see such cowardice-â
âAnd yet you still remain.â Utahimeâs words make his blue eyes snap to hers. She crosses her arms in front of her, and lets a smug smile take over her lips. âFor what reason were you spying outside Her Highnessâs fitting, if not to see her?â
âIââ He takes a desperate step closer. âIt was simply in passing-â
âFor what reason did you empty your bedroom of the flower crowns Her Highness made especially for you? Surely they shanât prove themselves too useful on the road?â
Gojoâs eyes widened. âIâŚthe memories-â
âFor what reason have you waited until the last minute to leave? Until the last minute she shall not be yours, and yours only?â
He snarls, âShe was never mine.â
âBecause you believe the Princess does not deserve to base herself- being the lover of a fool yes?â When Gojo does not answer, she continues. âThe fool seems to believe he knows what the Princess deserves. But does the fool know what he deserves?â
Thereâs a prolonged silenceâof which is only punctured by the awed gasps from inside the dressing room, as the tailor and his apprentices comment on your beauty.
Gojo has the sudden, mad thought to open those doors just a little wider and see you for himself. Just one last time.
One last time.
What was he thinking?
He laughs to himself bitterly, âA jester can never be anything to a princess. Never.âÂ
âBut a princess can be everything to a jester, yes?â Utahime asks. âMore importantly- who are we to dictate what a person is to another person?â
The answer was as obvious as it was painful.
Gojo Satoru loved you.Â
Loves you.
Something of it must show on his face, because Utahime throws him a pitiful look sheâs never shared beforeââYou may leave if you please, I shanât stop you.â And then she reaches out and presses a hand against the doors- they part, unlocked. âBut if you wish to stay and stop acting a-foolâŚthen follow me.â
She brushes past him.
Meanwhile Gojo looks inside and catches a glimpse of you - and heâs never seen anything more beautiful.Â
He runs after Utahime, bells jingling.
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âYou lookâŚâ
âHow odd.â
âHow startling.â
âWhat a change!â
Utahime crinkles her nose, âThe only thing this proves is that your face is more tolerable when it is covered.â She turns to the brown-haired woman next to her, âAnd that my Shoko is a goddess when it comes to handiwork.â
Shoko smiles sweetly, âI have much practice making death masks.â
âIâll say.â
As the other few attendants pendulate between laughing to themselves, and admiring Shokoâs quick work - sheâd been requested just a few hours before to make a mask befitting a royal ball, and sheâd finished it just in time - Gojo leans closer to the mirror.Â
He reaches his trembling fingers up to touch his face, âThis is surelyâŚme?â
âUnfortunately.â Utahime sighs, and she gets elbowed by Miwa.
Utahime had gathered the most trust-worthy attendants she led: Miwa, Momo, and Kugisaki from tailoring. Along with the impeccable royal healer, Shoko, who she knew would be the only one that would be able to create a mask for the ball with her expert hands. And theyâd gotten to work fixing up perhaps their most difficult case yetânone other than Gojo Satoru.
The royal jester was rather fussy at first- insisting that the powder puffs and cloth wipes tickled.Â
Before Utahime put her foot down and announced that they werenât going to present a âhalf-assedâ (forgive her language) marriage-wrecker to the Princess just yet.
That reminder of you kept him quiet for the rest of the make-over.
And Kugisaki had even commented, âPerhaps we ought to invoke the Princessâs name every time we need to keep the jester in line?â
âDo not tempt me.â Utahime had replied.Â
Gojo had shuddered.
But it really was true: he sat through the rest of the next hour or two without so much as a single rhyme or peep.Â
Not even when they told him to âpucker upâ in order to douse him in rouges and lip stains. That likely saved five years from Utahimeâs lifeâŚ
Gojo himself helped them scrub off his stark-white jesterâs make-up. The vampiric base. The teardrops of black paint. The red, red lipsâa few of his little troupe openly stared as theyâd never seen the Princessâs jester without his make-up.Â
And Gojo himself knew that he wasnât all that bad looking - he had noble features. A strong nose. A high set of cheekbones. A pert, pretty mouth that always looked to be on the verge of saying something he shouldnât.
Or, at least, that was how you described him.
You were the only person that got to see Gojo without his court-deemed make-up; and you always did say he was handsome. To which heâd always bat his long, white lashes dramatically and compose you a sappy sonnet about your eyes. He supposes he knew he was decent, butâŚhandsome?Â
He never saw it.
But these girls seemed determined to make him.
Cloudy hair. Delicate features. Blue eyes like a painting.
They replaced his make-up with something simpler. Gone was the cast of white, instead replaced by just a bit of rouge and shimmer. His pale brows were tamed and so was his hair - braided to the side using fragrant rose oils, with a few pieces falling handsomely over his face. All thanks to Momo, of course.Â
Kugisaki had dug up something from that olâ tailorâs trunkâa snow-white cloak and doublet, along with the associated tights he often made fun of. It was a suit fit for a prince.Â
And it was exactly the type of suit heâd made fun of a prince for.
But here he was now - not a single difference between him and them. Or at least physically.
Gojoâs training sessions with Yaga had kept him fit; and he fit the suit perfectly. His broad shoulders were outlined against the clean cut, and his trim waist fit snugly into those damn tightsâeven through the suit, it was obvious he was well-built, in a way those baggy jesterâs outfits never did show. Polished shoes. Silver buttons. Silver belt. Heavy silver chains and pendants that arrived with the robes.Â
He might even have passed for a battle-hardened Prince like thisâŚ
Momo helped him into his equally as white gloves - it seems they were sticking to a theme for him. All the better to help his eyes and his crown stand out.
Oh yesâŚthe girls had somehow bribed Yaga into letting them sneak down to the royal treasure. For just a few minutes.
All the spoils of war and generations of wealthâand theyâd come out with a crown.Â
It was Utahime whoâd dug this one out, deciding that that would make him stand out far more than the usual hats.Â
Made of pure silver; the design itself was rather simple, or so it seemed at first. Only when one looked closerâŚwhen one ventured furtherâŚcould you see that what seemed like a simple band was actually a wreath of silver branches and floral vines twisted into one, with sapphire-studded flowers blooming along it. One more thing had been taken from the treasury - a signet ring with a âGâ.Â
âIt felt proper.â Miwa, who had found the ring, beamed. âNames and titles are lost to time. And though I may not know what the âGâ once stood for, at least for tonight, it can mean âGojoâ, can it not?â
Gojo felt it getting slid onto his left hand, and he stares at the ring with furrowed brows.
He stares and stares.
Heâs never felt more worthy of you.
By the time they had finished, the strings of the orchestra had started playing their opening sequence - the ball was commencing.Â
Utahime turns to the rest of them, âWe have done well.â Then, ultimately, back to grumble at him. ââŚYou have done well.â
And though Gojo could make up a rhyme to rile her up, though Gojo could comment that they could have done better and bask in the ensuing chaos, though he could do his mask and his maskâ
He simply looks at each and every one and smiles. Sincerely. âThank you.â
They smile tenderly back.
The final component of his outfit for your engagement ball was the mask. Though there was no set theme, Shoko had gone above and beyond to craft his in the shape of the upper-half of a snow leopardâs face. The feline gaze. The sharp ears. The faint outline of rosettes against the white mask. It was mastery.Â
Gojo dons it and smiles to himself. He really did feel handsome, as you had always said.
His blue, blue eyes twinkle from behind the mask.
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âYou look absolutely riveting, Your Highness.â
âI thank you.â
This was a royal ball that looked gilded. There was no other word to describe itâgilded.Â
Polished floors. A thrumming orchestra. Golden chandeliers had every single candle lit; and they crept halfway down to the ballroom floor as if gifted from the Sun itself. Just for you.Â
And that was in addition to the numerous other decorations that made even the most high-titled of guests gape in awe: the shimmering fountains that looked as if they were sprouting liquid gold, golden-dipped gardenias wreathed around the hallway, and the long table of foods were most lovely. All sorts of sweets and champagnes in honor of the union.
Guests upon guests upon guests being announced as they entered. They were dressed to impress, and there were more aristocrats gathered for this one ball than youâd seen in your entire life, perhaps.Â
Had Gojo been here with you, then you two wouldâve had the most amusing time coming up with stories for each one.Â
There was Sir Gakuganji who held a secret liking for abstract dancing, here was Lord Todo whose son had fallen in love with a thousand-year-old portrait. No one would be spared. The two of you would have tucked yourself into some alcove and watched as the lavishments flew by, and when everyone was appropriately drunk youâd sneak out to the stables or to star-gaze.Â
Your heart clenches.
SatoruâŚ
You attempt to shake your head free of him.
It most certainly was a beautiful ball. And if you imagined that this was one of no particular purpose, then you really could see it.Â
The ball was decorated to match your dress, you see.
Floor-length silk. Gold-threaded bodice.Â
Celestial layers upon layers.
Your uppermost skirts had gold dusting atop it; and they dazzled as you floated across the ballroom.Â
Your attendants had decided that going for a more simple look with the jewelry was appropriate - it would accentuate the simple gold circlet atop your head. A single sapphire embedded into the middle of it.Â
Naoya had sneered at the choice, of course. When doesnât he? But this time, he was particularly offended at the presence of a sapphire rather than the Zenin familyâs signature blood-red rubies.
You refused to make your attendants change it. You donned your cat-like mask with pride.Â
Perhaps thatâs why he seemed keen on ignoring you in favor of a group of other beautiful court ladies in attendanceâthough you honestly couldnât imagine anything different happening had the two of you been married, as well. You sighed inwardly.
Youâre nodding in acknowledgement as Prince Okkotsu Yuta nears with a man beside him.Â
He looked older - about your fatherâs age, if not a few years older. Tall. Toned - in the way of someone that had one been corded with muscle, but had since lost it to age. Bearing an ice-white beard and a row of silver medals proudly lining his chestâhe stands before you in his off-white uniform and bows. It was obvious that the man was rather handsome, drawing eyes from around the ballroom.Â
But what catches your eye the most were his eyes.
Summer-sky blue eyes.
They reminded you ofâ
âMy uncle, Michizane, Your Highness.â Yuta introduces him. âThis is his first time in the palace sinceâŚâ
Your voice drops into something hushed. âI understand.â Turning to the general, youâre half-bowing once more. âI am rejoiced to welcome you into my home, any troubles that we may have had in the past-â
âHave naught to do with the present, Your Highness.â Michizane graciously nods at you. âAnd most certainly have naught to do with the beloved princess.â
You manage a smile.
âAnd if you can excuse my being so impudentâŚit is precisely what I sought this occasion for, Your Highness.â He looks over the bustling crowd, now getting ready to waltz- and seemingly catches the eye of your father. Your father who now looked as though heâd just seen a walking dead man. âI hope to bury the misunderstandings between my family and your father, and understand what happened to my younger brother and his family. It had proved itself to be both a blessing and a curse that I had been on an excursion during those troubled times. And I seek a resolution for the sake of my inner peace, if nothing else.â
Youâre nodding in agreement. âIt is most tragic what happened. For the sake of bordersâŚnothing is worth so much. And I cannot ask for your mercy enough-â
âIt is not something I shall ever be able to forgive. But you are not at fault, dear princess.â Michizane smiles conclusively, but not unkindly.Â
âAnd yet, I have been wracked with guilt ever since.â You ultimately reply.Â
Though you hadnât met Michizane previously, you had learned that the history between your families was a long and bloody one. His family had been of a royal bloodline, of kingdoms now lost and eviscerated into neighboring ones - including yours. And you knew it was partly the fault of your kingdom. And although royal tutors justified and justified away your fatherâs actionsâyou could see past them
âPerhapsâŚâ Michizane is the one to break through your whirlwind of thoughts. He reaches his gloved hand out, a silver signet ring on his middle finger. â-a dance to commence the burying of our animosity?â
âBut of course.â
As the orchestra starts up a lively tune, Michizane whisks you away onto the dance floor. Much to the horror of some of your elderly ministers, of course, who gaped at the mere presence of the man.
And at the fact that your first dance wasnât with the Prince.
But laughter bubbles to your throat as Michizane twirls and swirls youâsways you smoothly around and around the dance floor. He was one of the best dancers youâve ever encountered, and youâre smiling appreciatively at him once the song comes to a close.
From the corner of your vision, you spot the black-and-red-clad Naoya storming his way over to you. And you hurry to beg a second dance when-
A title is announced - louder than all the rest.Â
A prince.
PrinceâŚyou donât hear the name.
But you donât need it.Â
Because youâre looking up at the grand staircase from which guests made their entrance, hand-in-hand with their partners or followed by their entourages. This one had neither. This one was one of the most beautiful men you think youâve ever seen.
He looked like something from a story.
Snow-white mask. Snow-white suit. He was tall and clearly toned - but there was something in his demeanor that made him seem almostâŚdainty. He gripped the balustrade of the landing and looked over the glistening ball- barely even breathing, it seemed like. And he looked content to remain there in awe, before the chief butler reading out the named coughs- pointedly.
The man startles.
He looks over at the chief butler, and then nods jerkily to himself. In self-assurance.
Cautiously, he makes his way down to the ball.
And the closer he gets, the more of his details youâre taking in: like the traces of signature silver on his suit, and the way his fingers trembled ever-so-slightly.Â
He looked just like the princes youâd read about in fairytales - the ones you imagined as a child before you happened to meet a real-life prince.Â
Curls of white could be seen behind that snow leopard mask of his. They contrasted oh-so-beautifully with the blue, blue sapphire atop his crown.
Just like his eyes.
Your breath hitches-
âI believe I may have been monopolizing you, Your Highness.â Michizane whispers as the Prince nears.Â
âPardon?â You look at him- but he merely smiles.
Before you know it, the mysterious guest has neared enough to give the two of you a jerky bow. His tone tremors ever-so-slightly as he asks, âP-permission for the next dance, Your Highness?â
Michizane nods at you reassuringly.Â
âI would be delighted.â You breathe, and then heâs taking your hand in hisâgently. A touch even softer than the fabric of his tender, tender gloves.Â
âI bid you a good evening, Your Highnesses.â Michizane tips his hat, âAnd do take care of the lovely princessâŚâ Before turning to the younger manâŚhis brows furrow the longer he looks-
But a lady-in-waiting taps Michizaneâs arm for a danceâand heâs made to turn away.Â
And youâre left alone.
With him.
Naoya stuck with some other lady-in-waiting as you put your handâŚtentatively on the other manâs right shoulder. He lets out a shaky breath, as if your mere touch was replenishing his soulâand he doesnât move away. Then you let your second hand get grasped - gently - in his own.Â
Backward with your right foot.
Sideways with your left foot.
Backwards.
Sideways.
Backwards.
Sideways.Â
Itâs halfway into the song, pressed closed to his thundering chest, that you finally break the silence. âThe crown suits youâŚSatoru.â
Gojo flinches, âYou discovered-â
âYou did not seriously think you could fool me?â You smile. He mirrors it- albeit sheepishly. âGojo Satoru, how could I possibly be gulled? You have been my dearest friend since I was eight-â
He twirls you in the middle of the ballroom.
And you continue. â-and the one I hold closest to heart.â Looking deep into his blue, blue eyes.
Gojo sighs, âWords cannot describe how beautiful you are, my princess. The least this fool can do is but dress to impress.â
âYou look particularly dashing this evening as well, Satoru. You always do.â Surprise makes his lips partâand youâre leaning in. Though they do not touch, you hear gasps from the onlookers. âYou look like a Prince.â
âAnd you look like my dreams.â
The two of you dance for a second song, and a third, and a fourth. Without letting Naoya gain any entryway between you two - that non-existent space - you two dance the night awayâdizzy with nothing but the proximity.
The realization that you could be soâŚclose as long as no one found out. That you couldnât be closer.
That you could.
That you needed to.
By the time that most of the guests had well and thoroughly indulged themselves in the bubbling champagne and wine, the clock had struck midnightâand you and Gojo disappear into the night once no oneâs looking. Through the small passageway where the two of you had first met, then up a few flights of staircases, breathless and giddy, youâre lucky there were no guards stationed outside your bed chambers as the ball raged on.
And youâre opening the door and falling into the vast bed with him.
Your hands on his lapels. His hands on your waist.
Youâre both letting out synchronized grunts as your back hits the springy mattress, and Gojoâs letting out a scorching breath that fans your face. That sets your skin searing.
âWe ought not toâŚâ You whisper- and then youâre pressing your lips down his neck. Illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the windows.
âI am of the same thought.â He responds, in an equally hushed tone - as if anything louder would shatter this fragile dream. It most certainly must be a dream, yes? This was all youâve ever wanted- and him. âAnd yetââ
And yet, Gojo places a hand on the back of your neck, and guides your mouth to his.Â
He kisses you loooong and deep- and inexperienced. You both are.
Youâre chuckling as you tug his lips open with yours - letting Gojoâs sultry tongue slide inside your wet cavern. He drags his tastebuds inside and moansâ
And after kissing you and kissing you as if starved for eonsâ
Until your lips were buzzing.
Until his hot hips were crushing into yours.
âyou let your fingers fall to his silver buttons. Rapidly undoing them.
âMy princess.â The jester wrenches deep from his chest - guttural and gone. There was a crazed hint in his tone already. âAllow meâŚâ
And before you know it, he guides your hips to rest back on the king-sized mattress. Sapphire eyes boring deeply into yours- Gojo hands you his crown to hold, as he hovers himself down and unravels the first few layers of your gown.Â
His fingers are quick- nimble.
And it takes him far shorter an amount of time to rid you down to your undergarments than it takes your careful attendants. Desperate. Depraved. Soon enough, youâre feeling goosebumps prickle across your skin at the bite of cold midnight air; your chemise and undergarments were much too thin.
And soaked.Â
Utterly, utterly soaked.Â
But Gojoâs face flushes - almost hard enough to warm your skin through sheer proximity. He admires your sopping cunt through your panties, he leans down and presses his nose right where your clit would be. And then he sniffsâ
âFuck.â
He almost jolts. Reaching in and tearing through your undergarments with his teeth.Â
âFuh-fuck.â
The noise that expels from him is almost unbidden- and its primal tone is enough to make your toes curl. Wide-eyed and open-mouthed, he stares at your swollen folds. He stares at your glossy slit.Â
He stares and stares as slick beads out of you in a pretty streamâand before Gojoâs own mind seems to register, heâs muffling a hot moan between your naked legs. Immediately shoving himself nose-deep.
His chin thwacks! the top of your sopping slit, and his tongue wastes no time darting inwards.Â
Your entrance is so wet that he has no trouble easinâ his thick muscle inside- despite its impressive girth. And then immediately zig-zagging his sensual inches fucking inâaaaaaaall along your walls and driving the curvaceous tip of his tongue into every little ridge and cranny. Fat. Trembling with need.Â
âYes, my princess.â Gojoâs managing between husky breaths- each scorched out against where you were most sensitive. âYes, my princess-â
âS-Satoruââ Your handâs reaching down to twist your fingers into his snow-white locks.Â
Youâre giving him a particularly hard pull and he groans-
âMy princessâŚâ That ocean gaze of his is half-lidded and hypnotized, flickering right up to bore into your eyes as he gluttonously propels his tongue even deeper. âI cannot live if I do not make you mine.â
Your feet plant on either side of his shoulders- a steadfast pedestal. For you to buck your hips and shove your drivelling cunt against his mouth, âThen what deters you, jester?â
Gojoâs chuckle is dark and deepened with lust. âNothing, Your Highness.â
Heâs moving his tongue in and out of your hole at such a frenzy.Â
This was the night of your royal engagement, and youâre here getting eaten out by your jesterâ
âDoes it vex you that this lowborn jester has finally gotten his hands on the princessâs pretty pussy?â He gurgles out into your arching core, the wads of your sap slipping between his lipsâand then back out as he licks. âPerhaps not youâŚbut surely those godforsaken ministers that must have hoped for a moreâŚroyal touchâŚ.â
And licks and licks and licksââY-you keep running that mouth, Sato-â
âJester, remember?â He grins. âPray tell, Your Highness, am I the first?â
He must know the answer. He surely must- heâs been at your side for the past eighteen yearsâŚand you yourself were aware that you were his first, too.Â
Yet you find your lips moving before your mind does. And you whimper, âY-yesâŚâ
âPardon, my princess?â
âYes-â
Gojo drags the doughy patches of his fingertips across your clit.
âThen you grant this lowly fool the deepest and most precious honor.â
It was an honor.Â
An honor to eat your pretty coreâto press his puckered lips against your folds in such a sensual kiss- one that would make even the most scandalous of court ladies faint. To part those tender pussylips and dive his tongue inside- every single inch that thrusts away at a vigorous pace. Stuffing you from the hilt of his tastebuds, to that flexible tip that swirled to nâ fro-Â
Gojo had his face pressed up so closely - so deeeeep - that parts of his features were rubbinâ red. Covered in slick. Dripping with it.Â
And yet he was only scouring deeper- deeper- fucking deeper until your pelvis was crushed against his hungry maw. Crushed. âAnd this fool is grateful- so very, utterly grateful.â His tastebuds were going in nearly till those sweetened soft spots you loved so much in those solitary moments in the privacy of your baths, yet he flares his tongue till heâs stretchinâ you out even more. âI shall do anything for you, my princess- anythingâI live to serve you-â
Gojoâs honed canines nip at your clit.
âAnd this pussy.â
And serving you, he is.Â
With every fibre of his being. With every part of him that could reach youâheâs eating you out like such an animal, as if he was going fucking frenzied on your cunt.Â
The tip of his nose massaging your clit. That left hand of his fastening to your waist and dragging you right back nâ forth even deeper.Â
âAnd th-this fool deserves not such a privilege-â He whispers, mostly to himself. Though his wide, lust-glazed eyes maintain contact with yours, âThis fool deserves nothing. And yetâŚyet, I care not if they happened to enter this chamber right now- I would gladly get thrown in the gallows for this greed, for a second taste.âÂ
Wide-eyed - almost crazed - he tugs his wet tongue uuuuup the middle of your slit, and almost up to your navel. âIn fact, I beg of it.â
And his other handâŚ
Oh, Gojoâs other set of fingers smear the puddle of slick that spreads from your core- all along your inner thighs and making its way down your calves. He collects it all.
Every single drop.
And then, like the most precious of mead, he brings those wettened fingertips up to his mouth and sucks. Savors. Gojoâs eyes flutter closed and his Adamâs apple bobs with ecstasy - âShe tastes like she yearns for more.âÂ
âI speak seven languages, Your Highness.â Gojo replies, âOne of which is pussyââ Then with his flattened tongue, he laps up the rest of the satiny ribbons escaping you- before flicking his eyes to the mountain of pillows piled behind you. âMy princess, might I request that you procure a little treasure I have left underneath your favorite pillow?â
âA little treasureâŚ?â Almost dazed, you reach underneath and your fist closes around something soft and bell-decorated. One of his jesterâs hats.Â
âA long, long night beside the princess left this poor fool forgettingâthe hat bestowed upon me by the princess, I should be getting~â Gojo trills- whilst he still lavishes his heated, horny lips across your swollen cunt. âBut if the princess puts it upon my head, she can be as pushy- as she wishes as I eat this royal pussy~â
Your jester is speaking rhymes between your legs?
âOh, sometimes your mouth is overworked.â Youâre harrumphing at the overjoyed jester - once youâre unceremoniously dumping the cap nâ bell onto Gojoâs head.
Grinning, he bites down on the expensive tip of his right glove and tugs it off.Â
He makes quick work fastening that behind his ears, before nudging your hands to grasp onto the floppy âearsâ on top. Your sole source of balance as he leans in and eases one of his long fingers inside- then twoâthen teasinâ a third.
As he shovels in oblong inches into your sopping cunt, pushinâ apart your tender folds and letting his padded tips find their way inside. And inside.
In and out.
âPlease-â You breathe heavily as he quickens the pace after a few squelching thrusts. His middle finger was the longest, and it was spreading you apart the deepestâfuck, it was just so soft inside. So welcoming. So tight that you were clenchinâ around him almost hard enough to make his poor digits snap- and the mere thought makes Gojo hard enough in his trousers that he wants to cream them right away-
Youâre clamoring onto your elbows suddenly, âY-you cannot be serious, SatoruâŚâ
Oh, had he said that out loud? It seems heâd said that out loud. And yet, without even a hint of regret in his grin- Gojo hums. âA jester shanât ever lie to his princess.â Those kiss-bitten lips of his purse with a wad of spittle that lands gently between your pussylips, âOr his pussy.â
âYour pussy?â You ask- before the breathâs suddenly knocked out of you as he starts driving a third finger in this time. Properly.
Stretching you out to the maaaaaximum.Â
The globular ends of his fingers edging in, in, inâhe doesnât just remain pistoning them vertically. Gojoâs rude in the sense that heâs hooking them right below where you needed him the most.
Throbbing, thumping; your g-spot was most certainly aching for him.
But that was exactly the problem- and Gojoâs smile grows wicked as he keeps thrusting his three fingers into your cunt. âJ-just the slightest bitâŚfuck, to the left, jester.â
âIf the princess may still utter a sentence, then this poor jester must go harder on her entrance~â He croons. Swabbinâ into every good spot except for that one - your favorite - he suckles on your sensitive nub. âWhat deters you from claiming what you seek, hm? Use me, Your Highness.â
Your teary eyes snap open. When had you even closed them? âUse?â
âUse me.â Less of a demand- more of a live-saving plea. Gojo was so far gone by this point that his hardened hips were ruttinâ against the luxurious mattress with every swipe of his tongue, âClaim what you wish. Use me- use meââ
And as he wishes, youâre lightly tugging on the points of his jester hat to keep him pressed against you-
But that wasnât enough for him.
âI beg of youâthis lowly fool begsâŚâ As his right hand shapes out the tight, tight channel of your cunt - Gojo reaches his other hand up to grasp your own- to make you clutch his cap nâ bells even tighter. Hard enough for his fingernails to leave marks- and he needs you to be just as rough. âFucking use me like the princess you are. The princess that saved me.âÂ
He ruts even more suddenly- he must be painfully hard now.Â
âClaim my lips. Claim my tongue- claim every fibre of my being to be used by youâŚâ A low snarl snatches from the back of his throat. â-just claim me as yours, as I have claimed you, my princess.â
And then youâre knocking that stupid little hat off his head- and fisting your hands in his hair once more to crush Gojoâs pretty, pink lips against your cunt. Arching off the mattress, you were just bucking and bucking your treacly pussy all over his face.
Stringing yourself through the shockwaves of pleasure that kept pouring up your legs - like warm water. Gojo was just salivating in-between them.
He doesnât even have the time to breatheâand youâre getting the distinct feeling that he didnât want to. Couldnât even make himself think of anything else but dragging four - now four - fingers between those swollen-shut lips and thud-thud-thudding into your g-spot. âGood princess.â He hisses between clenched teeth, âGooooood princess-â
âKeep quiet, jester.â Youâre feeling yourself get slowly overcome by primal desperation.Â
âAs you wish, mistress~â And Gojoâs never been happier- lashing and lashing those ridged tastebuds inside until your walls buzzed with the texture. âMmmm.â
And soon enough, youâre feeling your legs start to twitch- in the way they did whenever you had your fingers stuffed deep in the baths- âOh.â By this point, Gojo was aiming to intrude four fingers and his slippery tongue between your pussylips.Â
Swirlinâ and swirlinâ itâtap-tap-tapping it over that first tight ring of muscle.Â
His greed sickened you- and made you even wetter. And with a forceful tug of those angelic strands of his, youâre staring deep into Gojoâs eyes - fluttering desperately as he fights not to detach himself with your wet pussy. He doesnât.
And heâs accelerating his fingers hitting the bullseyeâ
âI-I feel I shanât last very long, Sato- jester.â Youâre hissing, eyes threatening to shut as the white-hot pleasure keeps wracking through you.
With his spit-glossed lips wrapped around your clit, he hums. âMmm?â
âOh.â You hunch into him. âRepeat that.â
âMmmmmââ Gojo elongates his nearly-feline rumbles, and then his lips quirk up- into a grin you recognize as being a signature of when he gets a devious idea.Â
One sure to ruin courts and leave you amused - though youâre sure that youâre the sole one being ruined right now.Â
Heâs nuzzling his face ever-deeper against your cunt, then muffles out an entire sentence - what you assume to be a rhyme - whilst he keeps his mouth sucklinâ on your clit. Making the sensitive bursts of pleasure explode twofold behind your eyes- youâre seeing stars as he repeats itâagain, and again, and again and again and againâ
Gojo often did love repeating a joke if it managed to make you laugh exceptionally hard.
However, now you were all but crying out for mercy. Your chin trembles as you keen out Gojoâs name in a lingering echo, âI-I really shanât- ohâŚâ No matter how many years of royal diction or elocution youâve endured, it couldnât mask the way your voice cracks on the tail end of your sentence.Â
Almost pathetically so.
And soon enough, Gojoâs finding his witty mouth stuffed full- fucking you through your high.
Tongue flicking in and out. Teeth grazing over your clit.Â
He alternates between letting his tastebuds enter your pussy as wellâand then letting his doughy digit take over as he suckles on your clit. Like the sweetest thing in the world. âMmmm.â Repeating his little rhymes over and over- interrupted only by the noisy slurps! of him sucking on your nub- and the embarrassing little whimpers as he was wrenched by you.
Side-to-side. Up and down.
Youâre moving him wheeeeeerever you wanted- and he was in heaven as pain sears from his scalp.
You grip onto his braid, and another lock of his hair, as handlebars to prolong your wave of pleasure. The bliss stabs through you white-hot as he presses deeeep into your g-spot. âI havenât felt anything like this- hah, before, SatoruâŚâ
âYour jester aims to please.â
Your orgasm makes you shiver. It rattles past your walls - where the pounding was most prevalent - and then up your spine to make your head pound with pleasureâthe curling of your toes, the fluttering of your lashes, the way youâre letting escape the sweetest soft moans; sweeter than any orchestra downstairs. Gojo memorizes it all.Â
Through peak after peak.
Through thrust after thrust.
And as the crescendo comes to a close, he parts with your pussyâa pointed squelch! emanates from the connection. âThough the back of this Princessâs pussy I did knock, Her Royal Highness still yearns for the jesterâs cock~â
Your mouth gapes, âDo not tell me that was the rhyme you have been repeating this entire time?â
âAs you wish, I shanât.â He grins. And then Gojoâs raising himself to his haunches- shrugging off his cloaks and his coats. âPerhaps another? From all the princes and lords to pick, our beloved Princess yearned for the jesterâs di-â
âAnother word and you shall be turned out.â You warn him, albeit half-heartedly.
âNow that doesnât rhyme, Your Highness.â Gojo faux-pouts. With a few more tugs and pulls - he really didnât understand how you aristocrats wore this on every occasion - heâs ridding himself of his upper garments and his trousers.Â
Though youâve seen the royal jester shirtless time and time again, his perfectly-toned body made your eyes bulge.Â
And then finally the linen undergarments that presented himâGojo Satoruâs long cock, hot and rock-hard.
He was engorged till he looked fit to burst - with his mushroom-curved tip blushinâ an angry red, and his veins popping out down his shaft. So prominent that you could almost count every throb-throb-throb!
Gojoâs tip glistens wetly with precum, capping the top of his cock and just oozing like a lacquer down every inch. Almost eight inches, if youâre mentally counting correctly.Â
He wraps a single hand around his thickened base- rustling the soft curls decorating his pelvis. Spreading out in an alluring patternâGojo then uses his other hand to nudge your thighs apart. Hamstrings stretching. Toes curling. Making sure theyâre pinned to the springy mattress before he inches his red-hot cock closer.Â
Thereâs a resounding squeeeeelch! as he smears the very first, readied inch down your opening crevice.Â
âEasy there, Your Highness.â Gojoâs breath hatches with a moan. âEasy- hahâŚâ
âI am no steed, Satoru.â
âYou speak the truth, my princess.â He shoots you a ravishing smile- hungry. He really did look ready to eat you. Ready to shovel his entire length in.
Ready to breakâhimself. Fuck.
He was breaking himself.Â
A mere few inches are entering past that first ring of muscle-
And youâre arching your back into his chiselled chest. âOh h-heavensâŚâ It leaves you and mixes with the broken grunts nâ gruffs that were leaving Gojo just as equally, just as desperately, as he keeps your hips pushed into the bed and siiiiinks his cylindrical length inside.Â
Itâs like nothing your royal tutors had lectured you upon - down to the fact that all those awkward anatomical lessons were for your wedding night with a prince, no less.Â
You feel a pearl of red escape youâand you embrace him with weakened limbs. âSatoru-â
âH-heaven is correct.â Gojo hiccups out. Was he still stuck on that youâd uttered earlier- had he even heard anything more? And were thereâŚtears twinkling at the edges of his lashes?Â
Before you can finalize an answer, youâre mewling at the slight resistance of your cunt. Gojoâs cock was oh-so-girthyâmore than you might have expected, and seemed to be throbbing even bigger with every second he was mazinâ himself inside you.
And he feels the shift immediately- heâs affected by it immediately.
His handsome jaw grits. His chest caves with a sudden groan. He turns his half-lidded eyes downwards, and using both overlarge hands he grips each of your asscheeks.Â
Those pretty, princely features of his twist into something agonized- as Gojo arches his sculptured back and drives his cock inside. âPlease-â Your best friend pants out. âPlease, please, please, pleaseâh-havenât I served you well, Your Highness?â
âYou would be correctâŚ?â Youâre answering him- head foggy because of the sudden flurry of semi-thrusts.
In and out. In and out. He was buried just a few inches past his sensitive slit - and the small tremors of your cunt meant that he was thrown to ecstacy every few split-seconds.Â
Gojo seemed to be growing longer than you remembered seeing him.
Gojo seemed to be pulsing even thicker-
âTh-thenâŚshanât this lowly fool be rewarded with a single inchâŚ?â He mumbles- sounding utterly drunk. And it wasnât just his slurring tone and his tapering sentences that gave you that impression - but Gojo had his face pressed into the crook of your neck, and his hot tongue gliiiiiding up your sweaty neck. âA mere inch, my princess-â
You buck- and even that seemed far too much for the pussydrunken jester.
For heâs digging his crescent-shaped nails into your soft flesh and dragging you back into him - hitting his hips with a resounding thwack! âNo- no, please donât leave, Your Highness.â He begsâfucking begs.Â
âI-I am notâoh.â Another blustering thrust that leaves your deepest innards probed.
âIf you wish me to cease- then just say the word. And I shall heed every syllable.â Gojo murmurs, his sapphire eyes threatening to shut with the hypnotic squeeze. With his pure need. With the urge to feel himself from the outside- and considering how big he was, heâs sure heâd manage to. âBut please- please, do not leave me. Th-this pussy has been my deepest, darkest desire ever for f-far too long.â
Your eyes widen, âHow longâŚexactly?â
Those plump, rose-pink lips of his graze yours as soft as a feather. âEver since I knew what it wasâŚand I woke up with quite the ah- rock-hard situation. I had never left your chamber faster, Your Highness- what if the attendants witnessed it?â
You moan as one of his hands lifts off your ass to thumb aside your sultry pussylips. Lovingly full.
âWhat if they were aware how feverishly I desired you?â
They were just glued with sap- it makes him break off a moan.
âWhat if- hngh, what if they could see through meâa lowborn mutt- eager to dirty the precious princess?â
Gojo stares so long and lovingly at your slightly-ajar cuntâso lovingly, that his mouth ends up watering. He continues, âTo dirty youâŚto corrupt you.â A stream of spittle leaks from the corner of his lips, and it ends up dapplinâ over your folds.Â
âTo- hah, fuck you.â
Your jester roves his hips closer - smearing the translucent liquid using his hips. Aaaaaaall over as he nudges and nudges his rounded, reddened tip deeper inside - taking over your cunt little by little.Â
Stars flash behind your eyelids, and in that opportunity, Gojo had reached over to take the crown that heâd donned for the ball. Your engagement ball. And he was promptly caressing the top of your scalp with it, placing it atop your beautiful headâyou suited his colors.Â
Gojo lets out something that sounded more like a prayer: âTo fuck you with the crown on, has always been this foolâs most embarrassing wish.â
Heâs finally bottoming out.
Finally. And itâs a sensation like none other.Â
Gojoâs cock was stretching you out in ways youâve never felt before; managing to mold your channel to his measurements. And his hammers were just so sensualâslow, semi-thrusts so that he can fit himself inside. âPlease-â Inside and inside. âPlease, please- this lowly jester knows every secret and preference of yours, my princess.â
Your heels are digging into the gorgeous dimples at the base of his spine. âYes, ohâŚâ
âEvery- single- inchââ And youâre being propelled in short jerks upwards- those ancient royal bedsprings protesting. As much as you were begging for more. Your hands drag down his creamy-white back, leaving bloodied marks- and that only leaves him pulsating even harder inside you. Gojoâs blossomed tip had contentedly filled you up till your cervix - âIn ways those ministers would- hah, wring my neck over.â
âI would never let them.â Youâre spitting out.
âAnd yetâŚâ Gojo leans down to whisper. âThat only made this fool yearn for it- more-â A few more pressurized thrusts, and every prominent vein of his massages your spots oh-so-perfectly. As he pushes nâ pushes he continues babbling, âPlease let it fit inside-â His lips tremble with a whimper. âPlease let it fit insideââ
Shock strangles your words, âS-Satoru, youâre already inside.â
âP-pardon?â He almost stutters his hips - before he likely realized that your syrupy-sweet cunt was far too heavenly for him to merely linger. And heâs thrusting away like an animal.Â
Nodding, âSatoru, I promiseââ Eyes scrunching together at the incredible sensations of him stretchinâ you out, hitting into your every nook, letting his velvety tip glide across your tenderest area - that g-spot. âYouâve succeeded your fantasy.â Your legs tighten around his slender waist, âPromise.â
Gojoâs chin hits his chest.
And heâs staring down at where the two of you glossily connectââO-ohâŚâ Gojoâs mouth looked so delicious like this - you almost wanted to bite him - as an expression of cute surprise takes over him.
And all of a sudden, itâs as if heâs simply meltingâŚ
Into your arms. Into your cunt. Gojoâs honey-dipped tip probes into your cervix, and instead of even ramming away - heâs merely draaaaagging and swirlinâ the bulbous edge of him around. Again and agaaaaain. The texture of his flared ridge was something incredible, and it knocks nâ grinds against hidden spots of nerves. âI finally have you, Your Highness.â
Youâre feeling your heart pound at his confession - oh-so-tender. Even when he was fucking you deep into the plush mattress.
âYou have never not, my jester.â Youâre admitting back up at him.
The most beautiful smile graces his face- and Gojoâs feeling quite unfairly about all this. So heâs slitherinâ his right hand between your legs and spankinâ your neglected clit.
Those slight brushes of his bushy happy trail werenât enoughânow he was twiddling and turning such dizzying patterns atop that sweet, sweet nub. Watching your every minute expression, he hums. âBeautiful through anger, happiness and shock, yet the Princess looks prettiest on my cock~â
âYou fiend.â Youâre swatting his chest.
Only for him to gather up those weak legs of yours and bend you into a mating press- a mating press. Muscular thighs against your thighs. Your knees against your tits.
Gojo keeps his forehead pressed against yours as he drills away, âThough this lowly fool may be poor with the manners of a pig, arenât you happy to have a cock thatâs actually big~?â
And thatâŚyou have to admit that that one actually draws a laugh out of you.
And just as soon as the bubbling noise emerges from your lips-Â
Gojoâs body seems to collapse. His hips seem to falter. His cock thunks at the back of your womb, sending your teeth chattering, and lets out a throb-throb so hard that you feel it louder than your own heartbeat.
Your eyes shoot open, âS-SatoruâŚ?â
âI-I am quite alright, Your Highness. Naught to worry about.â Though there was something thoughtful behind his eyes, âIt is simplyâŚâ
And only after a few more thrustsâafter a few more rub-a-dubs of his thumbâŚfingers now so jittery on your cunt that heâs teasinâ you with his silver signet ring, too.
The smooth metal makes you keen-
âFor all the horses and all the men, could not pull the fool out of his princess again.â He near-tentatively utters. It could be heard only slightly above the smacking of skin-on-skin, of his hips practically plastered onto yours, and you canât help it - youâre startled into a laugh.
âP-pardon?â You speak through both moan nâ giggles.Â
âOhâŚâ Meanwhile, Gojo was absolutely shattering. He was drooling. He wasâfuck, he was tearing up. And great globules of tears were hitting the edge of your shoulder.
Gojoâs rubbinâ himself raw- heâs wracking his brain a mile a minute just for a new verse to come up with.Â
Something that will make you laugh.
Something that will make you squeeze your tremoring thighs âround him.Â
Something that will make you clenchâand itâs such a startling, tight sensation that damn-near sends him hurtling straight into his high. But he canât cum before you - of course, he canât. What good jester possibly ever could? Before his princess no less?
Gojo accelerates his hips until tears start clinging onto his long lashes, and his cocktip starts twitchinâ out of pure oversensitivity.
And so he keeps on repeatingârhyme after rhyme, botched whimper after whimper. Each one more ragged than the last. Your jester was making you whine with laughter as he fucked you- whispering in your ear in aaaaaall the dirty ways one perhaps shouldnât to a princess.
He fucks you like an animal.Â
Itâs the final note youâre hearing - ââno prettier princess than thee.â - as your sudden high takes you by surprise. Legs shaking. Back arching. Youâre squeezing him tighter than ever as the white-hot pleasure courses through you.
Thrumming your every vessel and vein.
Thrusted deeper into you with every one of his- they seem to burst pretty fireworks inside your now-emptied head. Nothing but lust inside it.
And it doesnât take much for Gojo to topple into his orgasm, as well. He shakes- he stuttersâŚâC-cummingâŚâ Breathlessly. Large tears were puddlinâ at the crook of your neck, dampening your skin more than your perspiration. âAnd I cannot think of a more appropriate home.â
âShould you sire an heir, they shall have your head.â Youâre whispering to him - a smile on your face.
âBut you forevermore have my heart.â
âRake.â
âFor you only, my princess.â
That bawling divot atop his shaft keeps floodinâ out a constant stream of cumâhot-white and lacquering your insides. Every single burst of cum made him twitch- letting out the prettiest erotic whines. âMy princessâsolely for you.âÂ
âMore.â You murmur gutturally. âMore- more.â
âMoreâŚdeep inside.â Lovingly, heâs patting at your bloated pussy. âJust for my princess.â
Until your walls were almost heavy with the condensation of his sap, and after only a few thrusts of his shaft- it was pouring out of you almost like a waterfall.Â
Between the crevice of your puffy pussylips, you feel it drip-drip-dripping out of you. Eventually formulating a little froth of creamy white âround Gojoâs swollen base - a few globules that heâs smearing with a thumb and pushing right back into you. A thumb stuck right between your folds. âA-and where do you believe you are putting your hands, Satoru?â
âSimply giving my princess everything she deservesâŚâ He leans down to nibble on your soft ear lobe. âAnd right on her engagement night, as well.â
Youâre moaning as he tugs on your clit a few more times.
âHappy engagement, Your Highness.â The jester speaks, as he fucks his cum into you harder than ever.Â
You end up babbling for a few minutes longer, before the sudden sparks of your high start bating- and Gojo himself starts finally slowing his hips down.Â
âMmmmâŚâ You reach up and clasp him by the back of his neck, sweaty, with his hair curled at the name. You whisper into his mouth, âMy greatest pleasure, to be engaged to you, Prince Gojo Satoru.â
Thereâs a long stretch of silence - still thrusting - before he mutters.Â
âI really do wish I could marry youâŚâ Summer sky-blue eyes shuttering into the kissâ
âSatoru.â
ââmy princess.â
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âZenin Naoya.â
The young man whirls around - and his nose crinkles in distaste as an older man enters the royal guestsâ quarters.Â
No union had been announced.
The engagement ball had long since ended, and you had even long since disappeared with some prince- some jester, as he had discovered through ballroom gossip.Â
The fucking jester.
Naoya knew he should have gutted him after that dinner.
But alas, once he arrived outside your royal bed chambers to finish off the job- heâd been blocked by your personal guards from entering. That damned General Yaga had threatened that a single step closer could constitute an attempt at treason- treason?Â
Accusing him of treason? Did he not know who Naoya was?
General Yaga hadnât budged. And thus, Naoya had no choice left but to retire to his own guestâs quarters.Â
Alone and angry until morning arrived.Â
He had just settled with the thought of enacting his own taste of justice today- he shall lure some of the ministers to your bed chambers, perhaps falsifying an ailment youâd befallen under, before Gojo can escape. And once they discover that that lowborn jester had sullied the Princess- dungeons it is for the fool.
And oh-so-generous Prince Zenin Naoya shall agree to marry even a ruined maiden.Â
Then comes the crown. Then the titles, the land, the power.
The woman shanât be too bothersome, either, at least you were easy on the eyes. Even if the jester had gotten his hands on you first.
And ahâŚperhaps he shall throw out this court and your father along with it? Thatâs if he was in a good mood - and it was the original plan, after allâŚ
Or perhaps he shall stage a coup of which your father had âledâ and enact justice as King- yesâŚa royal hanging should seem righteous enough. The jester shall be first.Â
This was justice.Â
Naoya had just been in the middle of writing a letter to inform his father of this change of plans, when a knock-knock-knock thundered from the door. The broad, bearded man on the other side of it hadnât waited for him to answer before coming inside.Â
âMay IâŚhelp you?â He stands. Had this seemed like any old guard or minister, then Naoya would not have hesitated to draw his sword- but this was clearly someone of high status. Of numerous battle accomplishments.
And his eyes dip down to the silver scabbard at his waistâŚ
This was clearly someone potent.
âI have arrived with a proposition.â The bearded man invites himself to sit down on the very chair that Naoya had been at work at.
Naoyaâs eyes narrow, âOf what kind? Do I look like an errand boy to-â
âOf the kind I am aware your family is quite expert at.â Those words held such a dark weight to themâand he doesnât take his eyes off of the Prince for a single second as he utters. âTo be frank, I must request the ahâŚremoval of Prince Okkotsu Yuta from the throne.â
That makes the royal straighten. âFind yourself a common mercenary-â
THUNKâ!
From underneath his coat, the visitor pulls out a hefty bag - so large that Naoya wonders just how it had remained obscured for this long. There is a weight to it that makes the polished desk rattle, papers flying. There is an overabundance of its contentsâso that the burlap rim threatens to burst open.
Naoya gulps as he eyes the - albeit alluring - bag. âD-do you believe the Kingdom of Zenins to have plummeted so far that we hold the need for a single sack of gold?â
The other man chuckles, âGold?â
And with a single flick at the rimâitâs opening to revealâŚsapphires.
A miniature mountain of it.
Such a rare beauty. Naoya had never seen so many in all the treasuries heâd ransacked combined - and his hand it darting out to grasp itâ
âThis is, of courseâŚmerely the advance.â The man places his hand on top of the bag, and slides it discreetly away from the Prince. His fingers twitch towards it, but Naoya canât do anything with the other man here. âTrust me when I claim that your kingdom will have no shortage of sapphires for the next hundred years. I simply request that you prove your abilities to me.â
That snaps the Prince out of his constant eye-contact with the expensive bag. âProve?â
His now-client nods. âProve it. I should hope that the eradication of Prince Yuta shanât prove too daunting- and for that, I wish to know what otherâŚdeeds you have accomplished, Your Highness.â
âThe burning of the Inumaki kingdomâs crops.â Naoya immediately blurts outâbefore he lists off his familyâs proud accomplishments as though he was listing off a market list. The other man nods with an unreadable expression. âTheâŚdisplacement of the Cursed rubies, the demotion of the Ijichi household, the framing and eradication of the Gojo family-â
âOh?â At that last one, he looks more alert. âKindly elaborate on that final one, it seems to have ahâŚpiqued my interest.â
Naoya hesitates- before a single glance at the sapphire sack makes him talk once more. âIt was prior to my birth, thus the details might not be as adequate. Essentially what happened had to be done- the Gojo royals were advancing their economy in leaps and boundsâfar too rapidly, far too soon.â
As he continues, an almost proud smile twitches at his lips.Â
âIt was ingenious- really.â He hums, âJust a few forged letters, just a single meeting with His Majesty-â Naoya gestures vaguely at this palace. âAnd he became convinced that the Gojos were planning battle over the borders.â
Naoya spits.
âBorders? Pah- what borders?â Heâs pacing now, hands clasped behind his backâback turning to the other man as the Prince stares into the licking fireplace. âCome dawn, the palace was painted in red. Ministers. Mongrels. That King and Queen- the cowards begged for mercy, were you aware?â
Silence stretches.
It seems like an eon passes before the manâs answering - in a rough tone that punctures the silence. âIâŚI was not aware, no.â
Naoya huffs out haughty laughter.
âAnd what of their son?â
The Prince looks at the other man over his shoulder, brows pinched in confusion. âThey had no son.â
âNo.â The sword is pulled out of his scabbard. âThey hid Gojo Satoru well.âÂ
It embeds deeply in the junction between Naoyaâs shoulder and his neckâand his scream is silent. Expression twisted into shock as those final words registered - Gojo Satoru. Even in death, he hears his name.Â
Much louder than Naoyaâs scream was the impact of his cold, dead body hitting the carpeted floor - and almost instantly, Prince Okkotsu Yuta enters the chambers. âI have recorded the confession, uncle, and the troops are storming the Zenin palace as we speak.â
âGood.â Michizane pulls his sword out and watches as blood creates a painting across the brick fireplace and floor. He wipes it off using what would have been Prince Naoyaâs engagement robes, and places it back in his scabbard.Â
Yuta takes a step closer to offer a clean wipe to his uncle, âShould I summon a court meeting at once?â
âNo.â Michizane takes it and dabs at the beads of sweat on his forehead. Then he nods at Yuta to collect the bag of precious sapphires, âI have a far more important affair to attend to.â
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KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCKâ!
Both you and Gojo startle awake- and a single glance at the floor-to-ceiling windows reveals sunlight filtering in. A soft breeze rustles the sheer curtainsâŚand Gojoâs beautiful locks right beside you.
It wasnât the first time that you were waking up next to him.
But it was the first time it wasâŚin such a manner.
Youâre tugging on the satin blanket- of which you were wearing nothing underneath. Bare. Barely holding yourself back from him. And Gojo smiles to himself as the thought seems to occur to him, as well, reaching over to kiss youâbefore wincing at the red, red nail marks that twinged with movement.Â
Youâre leaning in as wellâ
But then two things occur to you:
It must have been at least midday.
Someone was at the door.
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCKâ!
More insistent this time.
The two of you look at each other.
Then at the door.
Then at each other.
Gojo jumps to his feet, throwing off the blankets and attempting to dive underneath your bed- but youâre raising a hand to stop him. Shaking your head imperceptibly. âNoâŚâ
âMy princess?â Gojo asks.
âI believe there comes a time where one must stop running.â Youâre speaking, more to yourself. And in a quick fashion you cross the room to don your satin robeâGojo manages to bunch up a few blankets that cover his bits. You shake your head and scour for one of his casual night garments from underneath your bed - throwing it at his head.
âFor all the princess in the land-â
âOh, perhaps I ought to hand you to the guards.â The guards that were surely outside. Perhaps waiting to accuse you of treason for shattering the Zenin union. Perhaps ready to embarrass you and your jester in front of the royal courts.
Whatever it shall be - whatever the price may be for loving Gojo Satoru - youâre raising your head high and taking it like a ruler.Â
You open the doors, and outside standsâŚ
Michizane?
He looks just as startled as you, though he manages out a rough smile. âMay I see the ring?âÂ
Youâre unsure what he meansâand youâre considering telling your guards to escort him away, when Michizane peers inside your bedroom and locks eyes with Gojo. Gojo who seems to startle the instant that blue, blue gaze meets his. PerhapsâŚ
And then heâs stepping forwards- pushing the door open ever-so-slightly further open.
And presenting his left hand - with the silver signet ring still upon it. A hollowed gasp leaves the older man, and heâs clasping Gojoâs hand in his own trembling, timid onesâholding it as though it was the most prized treasure in this world. Buried for eons.Â
Gojoâs voice sounds scratchy, âI-it is not my possession to don-â
Michizane shakes his head.Â
âI believeâŚâ He looks between the two of you, bright eyes twinkling with tears. â-that there is much we need to speak of.â
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.
There was to be a royal wedding.
There was to be a royal wedding.
There was to be a royal wedding.
The union between yourself and the long-lost prince of the Gojo kingdom.Â
After Michizane had explained to you both - let alone an astounded court - that he was the uncle of your beloved jester, that he was titled royalty, and that Gojo himselfâŚwas the sole survivor of a gruesome attack that the Zenin family had orchestratedâŚGojo didnât believe it. Not at first.
Not that someone knew his life before this life.
Not that someone had come toâŚsave him. Because Michizane didnât - to Gojo, it had been you. And it forevermore shall be.
But you could see the fearful hope - almost unwelcome on his face - as Michizane explained that he hadnât known about the status of the Gojo heir, his nephew, before the engagement ball. He was so young, he must have forced himself to forget such a traumatic ordeal. Thus, it had always been assumed that he had perished along with his brother and his wifeâthough Michizane couldnât find a small body amongst the carnage.Â
And so he had always hopedâŚalways, alwaysâŚ
And it had been the signet ring (looted by the Zenins and gifted to your father, no doubt) that roused his suspicions. Then those eyes. That hair. That smile, like his motherâs.
It had to have been him.
Fearing such an attack, had the late Gojo royals not kept the birth of their son a secret, then his features would have gotten him poisoned before he even stepped foot into the royal court. The cap nâ bells masked more than one would think.Â
The scheme to expose the Zenins had been planned beforehand - being the only reason that Michizane even attended the ball in-person. And heâd thought that perhaps finding his late nephewâs look-alike had been a good omen.
Had beenâŚ
Oh, he just had to confirm it for himself. Especially after Naoya had affirmed that the Zeninâs hadnât been aware of any son.Â
Michizane could see the Gojo name in the boy. And so he was right.Â
Acceptance had taken long hours cooped up in the numerous palace librariesâporing over history books, and rewriting ones that misunderstood.
During this time was when youâd iron-handed your ministers into changing the law that âonly a prince shall marry a princessâ. Of course.Â
Long days and longer conversations.
Gojo had finally accepted that he was the sole righteous heir to the throne of Gojo by the time heâd ascended to the throne. It had occurred during a coronation too grand for words - of which you were the honored guest, of course.
Michizane had accumulated vast sapphire mines during his time away, and the Gojo kingdomâs infrastructure was soon able to recuperate their losses. Though not all of itâŚcertainly some wounds would take time.
But the first time that Gojo stepped through those familiar palace walls, he cried as if it were a dream. And heâd said as muchââI had believed it was a dream- oh, I believed this was all a dream. This is my home.â As he embraced you in the middle of the royal lobby, you could agree with the sentiment. âYou are my home.â
The first portrait that one saw when they entered the palace - moved by Michizane from Gojoâs former chambers to the main hallways - was one of his mother, his father, and Gojo himself.
Just an infant with bright blue eyes and an even brighter smile.
He had his fatherâs eyes, but his motherâs smile.Â
After Gojoâs crowning, the borders of the Gojo kingdom were reestablished - all territories and citizens that surrounding kingdoms (as well as yours) had absorbed were handed to their rightful ruler.
His kingdom was newâŚbut building. And fast.
Then Gojo had gotten to work helping right all of the Zeninsâ wrongs. He aided in expanding the Inumakisâ agricultural lands, he returned the Cursed rubies that had been embedded in Naoyaâs coronet to lord Sukuna, he promoted the Ijichi householdâs titles twofold.Â
And he rebuilt his own family.Â
Of course, the Zenins themselves met their rightful fate. Prince Yuta had attacked their palace and numerous fortresses, causing those family members to be impounded. Some fled but were quickly caughtâin part due to General Yagaâs tireless assistance.Â
Gojo had insisted that the children grow up in his palace. And though youâd been befuddled at first - most certainly you wouldnât allow them to be hurtâŚbut as for raising them yourselves over placing them in noble homes - you quickly registered that Gojo simply didnât want history to repeat itself.
Above all, he took in young Fushiguro Megumi as a ward.
The trials for the other family members were currently ongoing.
But, recently, there was a new event that shook your kingdom.Â
The wedding.Â
Not one of political natureâŚbut rather love. No matter the class, position, or power the two of you heldâyou would always be his princess, and he your best friend- oh alrightâŚyour jester. But solely because Gojo still loved to act a-fool to make you laugh.Â
Your father had no choice but to approve your wedding to such a powerful young King. Why would he risk such strong political ties? Why would he risk your abandonment?
Your people throw snow-white petals of gardenia as the wedding carriage passes through the streets- on its way to a honeymoon voyage before setting down in a newly-built palace between his kingdom and yours. Megumi would live there, too, and of course youâd convinced your most-trusted attendantsâUtahime and everyone else that had readied Gojo that night of the engagement ball - to reside there, as well.Â
Not as servers, but with titles. With General Yaga as your head of guards.
You couldnât be happier.Â
Gojo holds your hand. Wedding band on his left ring finger, the Gojo signet on his middle. Â
Faces beamed and cheers soared as you two passed by in your dream-like carriageâupon a cloud. And though the kingdom had been decorated until one nearly couldnât spot a single roof, Gojo only had eyes for you.
Heâs unabashed as he leans down to publicly kiss you.Â
Now that he finally could, the boy that had once been jester.
âSatoru.â
âMy queen.â
A/N. Ugh had just finished watching the animated Sleeping Beauty before I wrote that ending, can you tell??
synopsis: suguru is exhausted. not from work, not from money, but from the tired narrative: successful bachelor. he has everything he can ever want except one thingâ the cute seamstress with soft hands, who has no idea she ruined him for anyone else.
ó ó â â ŕźâ content: yearning suguru, older!reader, sugar baby dynamic, sexual themes, slight breeding kink, smut, reader is chubby/implied chubby, i'm bad at tags idk guys
"good afternoon sir, how may we help you today?", the attendant clutched the clipboard in her hand, eyes skimming over suguru and satoru's bulky forms in the doorway of the shop.
"just here to get a new suit", suguru murmured, a tattooed arm running through his hair as he watched her back.
"ah!, is this your first time getting a suit then?", she accused eyes flickering over to satoru, as she sighed, "it seems like your friend has some history with that, so we can find yoâ"
"we are so sorry mister geto!", another woman swooped in trying to reverse the damage before it got too far. "she didn't know!"
"well you should teach your attendants not to be fucking predjuice."
"we apologizâ"
"i will take my business elsewhere."
and they were gone.
but that's how suguru landed at the tailor shop you worked at. he didn't notice you at first, your other coworkers flocking his view as he sat down unimpressed from their flattery...he just wanted a suit.
and with you, that's what he got.
five years, six months, 165 days, 13 hours, 37 minutes and 12 secinds ago, suguru got the feeling of your soft hands on his arm as you pulled him through the sea of bodies to get him on the stand.
other than polite smiles, quick glances, and small murmurs for what he wanted fixed, you didn't give suguru any unwanted attention.
"it will be ready in five days.", was the first full sentence you spoke to him, "we will text you from this number."
we?
was it bad that he hoped, it would be you waiting at the phone, texting him with your nimble fingers?
"okay", he breathed taking the card from your hands, getting a shiver from the slight brush of your finger as you let go.
to say he was buzzing in those five days waiting for your call was an understatement. he was constantly checking his phone. five days was a long time right?
all that effort went to waste anyway when he missed your call while in a meeting. seriously?
but he couldn't be that mad as his thumb hit the replay button on the voicemail to hear your voice again.
"good afternoon, mister suguru", you started, "as mentioned before your suit is ready for pickup. our business hours are until 10pm and after that you will need to come pick it up Monday. hope to see you soon."
and again.
"good afternoon, mister suguru-"
pause. rewind. play.
"good afternoon, mister suguru-"
"good afternoon, mister suguru.-"
i think we get the point...and let's not mention how much he replayed that message. he will need to get more eventually.
and that he did, suguru always went to get his suits tailored, a new one made fresh or even just to accompany satoru, he made sure to always request you.
you were sweetâbeautiful in a way that made him quietly, undeniably biased. he preferred you over the younger attendants without even trying. you carried yourself with a kind of maturity and strength that set you apart from anyone else that he encountered, not far from him in age or work ethic, and it drew him in more than anything else. suguru found himself enamored with every little thing about you.
though he didnt do more than what could be considered light flirting, some teasing and no more than the regualr pleasenturies.
you both were comfortable with each other, but he always drew that invisible line in the sand when it came to you, in his mind: you were taken. married.
just a few months after he started filling the space in the shop, he saw that you were pregnant with your son.
"youâre showing more now", satoru had purred when you were six months pregnant, his soft hands brushing your very visible bump as you smacked his hand away.
"please stay still."
"congratulations."
you paused, eyes flickering to suguru who manspreaded on the large couch, arms spread out as he tilted his head at you.
clearing your throat your hands flicked away just as you made eye contact, "thank you."
he never planned to make a move on you. this was a business relationship. well, more or less.
he had respect for you, your craftsmanship and your professionalism.
but when he heard you broke up with your boyfriend while he accompanied satoru to get megumi a tiny suit for a upcoming work event he couldnât help but swoop in for the kill.
âactually i might get a new suit as wellâ, suguru said loudly as you dropped down the options for megumi.
âreally?â, satoru called back from the dressing room, âyou have so manyââ
âiâll get one tailored today", he cut him off, âif thatâs alright.â
âyes thatâs fine.â
you got him positioned, in polite conversation as usual, murmuring answers as you worked quickly to get the structure of his suit ready, "he's an idiot. you know."
"sorry?"
"your husband", he cleared his throat, eyes going down to land on your slightly chubby cheeks, "you deserved better than to be cheated on."
you hummed taking pin out of your hair to sitck it on the fabric that will be his sleeve, "we all deserve better."
"you need a man that will treat you right."
"are you offering that for me?"
"if you want."
"cute", you smiled up at him.
that's when a wicked idea came into to suguru's mind. an idea that let him have you close without crossing a line you werenât ready for.
a way to make you his, in a sense, while still keeping things professional. to stay by your side, to support you, without forcing anything more.
"you're paying me to go out with you", you asked him as you folded megumi's shirt tightly in the cute little box with scrunched eyebrows as you listened to him.
"well if you put it like that..."
"that's what it is though", you huffed a small laugh, fixing the collar of the shirt as suguru leaned on the counter, peering over you. "like your sugar baby."
"kinda. yeah."
"why me?"
"i want to help you", he said in finality, "well i know you dont need my help but i want you to experience a real man", he said softly picking an eyelash off your cheek and holding it out for you. "make a wish."
you paused from folding the paper for the box, smiling as you closed your eyes and blew lightly on his finger.
"there are much younger...prettier girls that could probably be better for you.", you murmured finally closing the cover of the box, "and i'm a mom...i can't- i don't do the same stuff as i used to."
"or look the same.."
"but i choose you", he said licking his lips.
"just think about it. no pressure."
and for the next week, that suguru was gone...you really did.
you looked up how what it meant to be a sugar baby...even if you highly doubted he "just wanted to spend time with you".
and hoenstly, the deal did not seeem so bad, some women who wrote about it online had platonic relationships before it became sexual, that's if it became sexual at all.
"so...how do you feel?", suguru asked you exactly six days later, his eyes watching your hands tie a bow on his box. "thought about my offer?"
"i have.."
"and?"
"i am not sure...suguru", you sighed, your hands dusting off the box to give you something else to look at but him. "it seems like a lot and i'm a mom. you probably don'tâ"
"i'm a father", he cut you off.
"what?"
"i'm a father," he echoed, "why would i not want you just cause you have kids? i was here for both pregnancies remember."
"yes but", you pursed your lips," tapping against the box as you finally looked at him, "i am not entriely sure if i want to...y'know."
"and that's alright", he leaned in to stare at your eyes, "we will go however you want to. i'm catering to you remember?"
"okay."
"okay."
so when the next saturday rolled around, you got off early from your shift to a light outfit you saw his shiny black car roll around.
"this is...flashy", you chuckled as you aporached his car. he had already jumped out making it around the car before you even made the mere tens steps to the passenger door. "had to bring out my best for you."
"hmm and why do i have a feeling i'm not the only one you've said that too?"
"well", he leaned down his breath brushing your ear as he held the door open for you, "how much you want to bet you are? odds are in my favor."
and the rest of the day was pretty uneventful. a cute date at a cafe, he took you shopping to a few stores and while he sat in the chair outside the dressing room, he didn't pressure you to come out and show him either.
but he shelled out so much money for you... in one day... you could show him an outfit or two, right?
"um...suguru.", you meekly called out, "i could use help with this one."
he eyes darted up quickly, seeing you peek your head out the door of your dressing room, waving a hand for him to come.
he pocketed his phone pushing up off his seat as he stalked toward you, "want me to come in?"
you pulled back, the door creaaaked open as his large hand landed at the top, and he landed behind you. "right here?"
you hummed feeling his cold hands skimming over the smoothness of your back as he finally pulled the zipper up all the way. the heat that radiated off his body was enough to make you squirm in front of him, the feeling of his breath tickling your neck and his intense eyes stuck on you in the long mirror.
"you look divine", he breathed clenching his fists like he was trying so hard not to reach out to you.
"you think so?"
"i know so. get all of them, i'm paying."
suguru getoâdeposit: + $3500
that was the basis of your relationship. suguru and flashing his sleek black card, always a step ahead of your thoughtsâbuying anything your eyes lingered on for even a second. the entire situation shouldâve felt weird, should've felt transactional, but it didn't.
suguru made sure it didn't. that you knew he did this out of the pure need he had to make you feel nice, for you to enjoy yourself, and to thank you for the undeniable contribution you made to his life. not that you know it, or at least to the extent.
suguru getoâdeposit "get those pumps we saw yesterday" : $750
suguru getoâdeposit "and don't forget to send pics": $300
suguru getoâdeposit "you looked beautiful in that dress today": $5000
but he still came back to the shop to get his suits tailored, standing too close as your hands adjusted the fabric along his shoulders, along his waist in light, careful touches that made your focus slip if you werenât careful.
you always made sure to make yourself busy, to not meet his purple eyes swirling in lust, admiration and that teasing glint in his eyes that you were never able to pinpoint right away.
and somewhere along in the four months of this...arrangement, you grew used with him, used to his quirks and his constant gifts.
suguru was constantly sending you texts with links to trinkets, shoes, and bags that would remind him of you. and if you even hinted that you liked it, it was at your door no longer than the next day.
even then, he was respectful, his arm wrapping around your waist, soft brushes of his lips on your cheeks, and the hold on the small of your back, making you feel like a teenager again.
a month ago you finally kissed him, just a chaste peck outside your door but that still counts! it jsut made you more excited every second saturday when you went out with suguru, just waiting for the new surprise , new adventure, new getaway and the sad goodbye.
today was not any different, the long fun beach day three hours away you had with suguru was cut short when your babysitter had to leave early.
she brushed out the door just as you pulled up in suguru's car. now it was time to say goodbye...for now.
"well before you go...", you smiled meekly watching suguru with big sparkling eyes, your hand holding onto the doorknob like you knew what was exactly behind it, "someone i would like you to meet."
he squinted his eyes from the sound of light scratching as you peeked in with a soft hi baby!
"suguru this is my son, choso", you turned around a young boy clutching onto your thighs with a cute cat beanie as he stared at you with big brown eyes. "chocho", you cooed looking back down at him then back at suguru, "this is my friend, suguru."
suguru smiled as you crouched down to be eyelevel with the boy who gripped your leg like you'd disappear if he didnât hang on, "hey kiddo", he murmured.
"cho, he's the one that got you your dino set!", you stage whispered to the almost five year old boy, who lit up at your words finally looking back at suguru.
"hello", his muffled voice rang out as his short chubby hand waved in uneven motions.
"mama?"
"oh yuuji! you're up!", you smiled as a fluff of pink hair appeared just next to choso.
"this is suguru."
"he got us the dinosaurs!", choso said excitedly blinking at suguru like he hung the moon, "are you coming to yuuji's birthday?"
"mmm depends," his eyes flicked up to you, "if your mama wants me to come."
"of course."
i should also mention that as much as suguru bought you anything and evrything you wanted he also didn't spare any expense when you saw something your boys would like, he would jump at the chance to get it for them, even adding in a few presents of his own.
and their birthdays were no exception.
"this is a lot suguru", you laughed watching him drop another box onto the already large pile of presents in your living room as yuuji and his friends ran around. "i think you bought more than me.â
"just showing how much i love him already."
you hummed softly in response, watching as he straightened up and made his way toward you. his purple eyes flickered down, and without hesitation, his arm slipped around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
"satoru is bringing the girls later so you guys can finally meetâ"
âhey.â a light masculine voice chimed in.
the entire atmosphere shifted in a instance, you stiffened under his arm, posture going rigid as you barely glanced over your shoulder.
âjin.â
jinâs eyes flickered briefly over suguru, over the hand settled possessively at your waist, before locking back onto you.
âyou remember kaoriâŚâ
a humorless smile tugged at your lips. âhow could i forget my husbandâs mistress?â
âhmm, well, you know that heââ
âkaori, letâs not start this now,â jin cut in with a sigh. âtoday is for yuuji.â
he adjusted his glasses, eyes narrowing slightly as they dropped again to suguruâs arm that squeezed your plump waist, and his face tucked beside your ear whispering something jin couldn't quite pinpoint.
"and this is?"
"you could ask me. i'm right here", suguru said curtly, watching jin as he stood back to his full height, "suguru."
"i'm jin.", holding out his hand. suguru just nodded in response, not even looking to his outstrecthed hand.
jin cleared his throat, awkwardly brushing his hand against his sweater. âand⌠who are you toââ
âdoes it matter, jin?â
âit doesnâtâbut if heâs around my children, then i need to know.â
âyou didnât ask me about kaori.â
âlistenââ
âiâm her fiancĂŠ.â
ââŚfiancĂŠ?â jin echoed, suspicion sharp in his voice as his eyes dropped to your bare hand. âno ring?â
"waiting on the perfect one..", suguru said in finality pulling you to the backyard, "try to enjoy the rest of the party."
"thank you for that sugu..", you whispered later, shutting the door to the spare room where yuuji and the twins were knocked out. "so much. he was a dick."
"yeah...but did you see his face when he cut the cake?"
you snorted, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, "priceless."
suguru's arms pooled around your waist, holding you close, chasing your lips again. he sighed into the kiss unconsciously grinding against your front.
pushing a few steps back before your back hit the wall, your soft fingers he loved so much found purchase in his long tresses that covered your bodies.
he huffed against your mouth, pulling back reluctantly, eyes dancing around your face with blown pupils.
âthatâs not exactly how i would asked you to marry me yâknow?â
he didnât even wait for your answer. his mouth diving back to lick and claim your slightly ajar mouth.
his hands drifted slowly down your sides, feeling the soft supple skin that he could grab from your hunched up dress. his lips followed the ghosts of his fingertips, leaving long wet kisses along the side of your neck before he bit down on your shoulder.
âsuguruâ iââ, your body was on fire as the man looked up from his position, his hands groping the swell of your breasts as he grinned against your skin.
âyou ready, baby?â
next thing you knew, your bedroom dooor flung open and suguru stripped both of you down with quickness.
his body basically devoured yours, his shadow covering the expanse of your body as he brushed his lips around your marked up neck and brushing them around your perk nipples before wrapping his hot mouth around them.
âoh goâ suguââ, your hands pulled at his hair as he sucked on one and massaged your other breast, his teeth coming out to graze the flesh as he parted.
a wanton moan slipped out your mouth as you clamped up, feeling a long shiver run through your body from his ministrations.
âoh, looks like i found your spotâ, he chuckled, âso sensitive.â
âdonâ tease sugu.â
the man licked down your sternum, his tongue dipping by your belly button, his hands never stopping their movements massaging the fat of your hips.
âi waited so long for this babyâ, he murmured between wet kisses on your belly, âiâm savoring every moment.â
he drifted between your legs, biting, sucking and kissing any open skin he could reach, just missing where throbbed for him most.
you whined, desperate for his tongue, his fingers, anything and all he did was huff harsh breaths against your dripping cunt.
âso wet for me, yeah?â he pressed a wet kiss to your clit pulling back, âall i did was kiss you needy thing.â
he pressed another long wet kiss to your clit, sucking as he pulled back before his tongue peeked out to lick your folds.
âsuguâ please i needâ ah!â
he pressed his long finger inside you, pumping it in dutifully as his tongue worked between your folds. he groaned against your pussy, the vibrations on your body, on your clit as you pulled on his hair.
he pressed in a second finger scissoring you open, suckling on clit now his blown purple eyes watching you writhe up off the mattress.
his teeth grazed your clit in a quick firm bite, feeling you clamp down on his fingers, your thighs tightening around his head as you finally let go.
âbest meal i had all fucking night.â
he moved up your body quickly, face still wet with slick, his tongue licking around his mouth as connected your lips again.
all you could taste was you, your taste on he licked in your mouth fighting yours for dominance.
his fat tip nudged between your folds as you pulled back suckling on your tongue.
âjust breathe, you ready?âhis gravelly voice called out as he played with his tip against the opening of your dripping cunt.
âmmâ, you nodded your eyes finding his as he slowly pushed in peppering light kisses on your neck as he slipped in his thick cock each measly inch before he pressed in at the hilt with a heavy groan against your skin.
he thrusted shallowly, his big hands drifting down your thighs as he hiked your legs up to your shoulders, forcing himself deeper and your legs back, the further he dragged his thick cock between your walls.
he stared down at your fucked yo face, arms draped next to you as he held your legs down.
âwonder how youâd look pregnant with my baby in here, yeah?â, his hand came holding the slight chin of your stomach and squeezing it as you moaned, âyou love being a mommy? i want to make you a mommy again.â
you squeezed down on his length, hands scraping his back as he started fucking you deeper, harder, eyes stuck on the bulge of his cock visible in your stomach between your open legs.
âmmm you like that, huh?â and he wasnât talking to you his eyes stuck solely on your wet pussy, fusing more around his cock, a thick ring of white forming as he stuttered inside you.
âgripping me so tightâŚcum with me baby.â
your hands scratched on his shoulders as you came again, head lolling back in a high pitched moan, his hand covering you mouth to not wake anyone up, you felt his dick twitch inside you, long hard spurts of cum filling you up as he pulled out collapsing on top of you.
âso what engagement ring do you want?â
yorikae
â letâs not make fun of or constantly ONLY connect sugar babies to sexual acts, sometimes itâs for companionship!!! & if it IS a sexual relationship we should never judge what people do in their free time THABK YA.
note: im posting my 900 thank u before my 800âŚdonât shoot me itâs coming!â & i had to watch hellâs kitchen to finish this smut PLEASE iâm trying
[đđ] â ::â đđđđđđđđ. your boyfriend buys you a pretty golden necklace with his initials, not knowing itâll only intensify the urge to claim you as his.
tags. olderbf!gojo satoru x gf!reader. smut, pwp. age gap (reader early 20âs, gojo early 30âs). possessive. breÄding kink; crÄampies. pregnancy kink? reader gets called âbaby, sweetheart, mamaâ :: wc. 1.7k :: ac. @/3-aem
âlook at that, baby,â satoru coos as he watches the golden necklace bounce around your collarbone with each wet thrust. itâs a 24k gold necklace he bought just today, with his initials on it. a pretty damn expensive purchase.
something inside him stirred the moment he put it on you. satoru couldnât help himself from pinning you to the couch and claiming you as his own for the nth time. it doesnât matter how many times he fucks you; itâs never enough.
the letters âsgâ are shimmering under the light of the living room. heâs grinning from ear to ear, nearly cumming from the sight of you wearing that necklace alone. itâs a sign of possession to him.
youâre hisâyouâre only his. heâs the only one who can touch you like this.
âshit, ât makes me wanna put a ring on it,â satoru hisses, one of his hands pressing down on your lower tummy.
you gasp and clutch at his broad back, nails digging into his flesh quite painfully.
âi think iâd engrave my initials on the inside of the ring too, what do ya think?â
each word is punctuated with a thrust. his hips are non-stop ramming into yours, claiming even the deepest spots of your body beneath him. he leans down to trail kisses down your sensitive neck, eliciting a couple whines from your lips.
âdây wanna get married, sweetheart?â
the sudden proposal takes you off guard. you canât believe satoru would ask such a thing while being balls deep inside you. youâre blabbering nonsense, your voice muffled due to the saliva building up in your mouth.
âmâ married? babe, are you ser-â your question is left unanswered as your boyfriend kisses your plump lips.
satoru switches to a slow and gentle pace, grinding into your needy cunt until it leaves you shaking. his fingers play with the golden jewelry around your neck.
a necklace will do. as long as youâll wear that accessory from this day forward, heâll be satisfied. the urge to make you his forever partner could be satiated. for now, that is.
he knows you still have a bright future ahead of you, like getting your degree and first ever proper job.
âletâs have you finish university first, yeah?â satoru smiles down at you after detaching his lips from yours.
he watches the string of saliva hang between your mouths, giving a short hum once it snaps. his big hand slithers down to cup your breast and knead it, kissing your nipple whilst holding eye contact, âi can wait for you.â
satoru sighs as he rolls his tongue around your hardened nipple. heâs drooling over your breasts, a drunken glint in his eyes. heâs so obsessed with you to the point that heâd marry you right now if he could. that proposal wasnât really a jokeâbut he figured that it also wasnât the smartest.
heâll give you a proper and serious proposal one day. though, now you know for sure that heâs gotten into this relationship with the thought of actually marrying you.
âbut i alsoâfuckâcanât wait,â satoru whines, feeling your walls clamp down on his thick cock.
his dick is pulsing with need, exploring your squishy insides while his balls prepare to release all semen stored right into your fertile womb. even if you may take a pill to get rid of any unwanted consequences, the thought of seeing your tummy swell with his child is making the older man go insane.
satoru buries his face between your breasts and breathes heavily against your sweaty skin. his hips move with renewed vigour, his energy never depleting when it comes to pleasuring you, âwanna make you my wife ân breed this pretty pussy.â
you moan repeatedly, unable to stop yourself. especially after satoru frantically spews such lewd words. heâs getting lost in your cunt and the way itâs swallowing him inâinto your pretty pussy that he owns. his pussy.
âwanna be your wife so bad, âtoru,â you hiccup, nearly crying from the intense pleasure.
youâd love to be satoruâs wife. he already treats you so well while youâre his girlfriend, you canât imagine how much better itâs going to get once youâre officially his. your stomach fills with butterflies at the thought of being able to call him your husband.
the white-haired man chuckles. his blue eyes stare down at you with nothing but love, âyeah? mh, iâll treat you so well every single day. gânna come home to you ând give you some proper loving.â
satoru can already imagine it. coming home to you after a long day of work, needing a quick release. seeing you greet him at the door will send him into a frenzy. especially if youâre wearing an apronâheâs a sucker for domestic stuff.
you, his wife, taking care of him after a rough day at work. . . itâs a dream come true. heâll spoil you with materialistic gifts and his unending love so youâll live a happy life.
and donât get him started on kids.
satoru ruts into you like his life depends on it, the hypnotising rhythm of your boobs jiggling in circles is making him drool. having a little family with you is his end goal. youâll be such a good mother and heâll be such an amazing dad; a perfect combination.
satoru can already picture the amount of times heâll dump his cum inside of you, without any restrictions. without you taking a pill or him wrapping a condom around his dick. his libido is going to be at an all time high when the time comes.
even if he ages a bit, heâs sure that heâs going to be able to have sex with you non stop. you get him hard without fail every single time. youâre his everythingâthe apple of his eyes.
satoru nearly chokes on his own saliva. he pushes his cock in to the base, burying it as deep as possible. your fingers curl around the pillow youâre holding for support, your eyes rolling back. his pink tip hit the right spot. that sweet spot that makes you cum without fail.
satoru bites his bottom lip. the way heâs looking at you, with a possessive kind of love and lust, is simply too much. his oceanic eyes are glimmering with need. erotic images flash through his mind of him impregnating you, âgoing to put a baby into you as soon as youâre ready.â
your tummy fills with butterflies. the way heâs talking to you like youâre already a married couple is making your pussy even wetter than it already is. itâs like itâs begging satoru to give it to you alreadyâto make it store all his cum.
his eyes roll back as he leans his forehead against your shoulder. he has to hold himself back from cumming too soon. he wants to cherish every second spent inside of your warm body.
satoru attaches his lips to your breasts again, âmhhh, yâre gonna look so beautiful pregnant, mama. those tits of yours. . .â
his voice is barely audible because heâs busy sucking on your nipples. your boyfriend is imagining the pair growing with each semester, filling out perfectly to store milk for the baby.
satoru cannot wait to be the reason why your body will change so much. youâll be even prettier than you already are, that he can tell already. heâs going to give you gifts every day, to thank you for carrying his child. heâs going to spoil you rotten because you deserve it and so much more.
he canât wait for the married life with you. many men dread that life, but thatâs not the case with satoru. every day of his married life will be spent with his wifeâyouâand the honeymoon phase will never end. ever.
satoruâs cock is twitching and begging for the much needed release. he pounds you into the couch until youâre screaming in pleasure, feeling him so deep inside you. heâs so big, heâs stretching you out so well to the point of no return.
the older man grins at the sight of your already fucked out face, âyâr cunt is gonna be so swollen because of how much iâll pleasure herâpaint her all white with my cum.â
satoruâs nasty words are causing unspeakable things to your body. youâre on the brink of reaching that euphoric state. the dirty talk is too much to handle at this point. your limbs are tingling and your cunt is aching to be stuffed full of his hot semen.
âs-satoru, donât say such stuff,â you comment in a shaky breath.
your head is spinning and your hands desperately reach out to hold onto his shoulders, squeezing the skin. your hips are bucking up lightly, your clit bumping against satoruâs pelvic area with each thrust, âiâm gonna cum if you keep saying that.â
your loverâs grin widens even more. he knows you enjoy it when he whispers such dirty stuff in your ear. thatâs mainly the reason why he does it. heâs talked you through multiple orgasms beforeâitâs quite easy to do so with his husky voice and manly touch.
âthatâs fine, baby,â satoru coos and leaves one last, sloppy kiss on your nipple before leaning in to attach his lips to yours. his tongue swirls around yours as you share your spit, the mixture trickling down your chins.
his hips donât stop. he positions his lower body in an angle that gets you screaming for mercy, which he wonât do. he craves to ruin you on his cock, to see you melt with pleasure underneath him.
âmake a mess on my dick while i make a mess inside of you,â satoru encourages you which seals the deal.
your body shakes as you feel the waves of pleasure run through your system. you can feel hot ropes of cum nestle deep inside of your cunt. your boyfriend shudders at the sensation and helps you ride your climax out.
he pushes in and back out a few times, lazily, his finger finding your clit to rub until youâve calmed down. âgood girl. yâ took all of it, hm? lovely,â satoru nearly collapses on top of you after the energy leaves his body, careful not to crush you underneath his weight.
he doesnât bother to pull out. he keeps his cum plugged into youârelishing the moment of ecstasy. even if he canât fully breed you now, heâll wait until the day he can.
âi love you, wifey,â satoru kisses your temple, tiredly giggling at the nickname he gave you. in his mind, you are already his one and only woman.
satoru gojo with a baby who looks exactly like you.
his genes didn't even try. not a speck of white in his baby girl's hair, not a sliver of crystal blue in her eyes. she's all youâfrom the eyes to the nose to the laugh. good lord, satoru has been blessed by the gods.
he fell in love with her the moment the doctor handed you the little bundle of joy. and when he first carried her? you just laugh at the way he almost melts to the floor.
everytime he gets home from missions, he goes straight to where you're playing with mini you. his daughter giggles upon seeing her dad. he crashes on top of the two of you, careful not to squish neither of you. first and foremost, he kisses you. then, the baby. then back to you, then back to herâit goes on and on until you go and tell him to shower.
at night when your daughter makes a fuss, it's satoru who gets up and soothes her. he carries her over to your shared room, lays her in the space between, and talks to her about anythingâhis latest mission, his students, her big brother megumi, how the two of you met, his bestfriend suguru, her uncle nanami, her aunt shoko.
all the while, his baby listens earnestly, eyes wide and curious like yours. she even responds sometimes! no, she can't talk yet, but she's already a good listener.
"maybe we should take you to see uncle suguru. do you miss him? who do you miss more, him or papa?"
"ah."
"there's only one answer to that. why are you hesitating?" he pokes her cheek, and holds back the urge to bite and chomp.
"ba.."
"papa? yes! that's right. you miss papa more, right?"
"ma!"
satoru gasps dramatically, "mama? you're already with her 24/7!" your baby grins, and he's in awe by how much of you he sees in her.
he picks her up with ease, and settles her on top of him. he glances at your sleeping form, "you look like your mom, you know?"
your baby also glances at you, one hand reaching out before satoru grabs her little wrist and holds it to his chest. "mama's sleeping. she's tired, we need to let her rest."
your daughter babbles, "ma-ma-ma."
"yes, mama. you look like mama. that means you're also pretty and beautiful." he kisses her cheek.
"pi. pi!"
satoru nods in understanding, acting like your baby just said something revolutionary. "yes. pretty. that's you," he pinches her nose, she huffs. "and mama. my pretty girls."
"when you grow up, you need to marry someone who'll preach your beauty like how i do to your mom, okay? never date a boy who doesn't tell you how beautiful you are every passing day." satoru whispers, eyes locked onto an identical pair to yours.
his daughter only yawns in response, dropping her head into his sternum. satoru adjusts her so she's laying on her back in the middle of you two. instinctively, your baby wiggles around, searching for your warmth in her sleep. satoru only sighs with a smile. what a velcro baby he's raising.
from jade: self-indulgent dad gojo fic bcuz im ovulating and im sleepy and i got crazy baby fever from spending a few days at my aunt's and her two month old baby boy and i also wrote this instead of stressing out over my groupworks so enjoy tehe
gojo loves to treat you like a princess! there's only one little problem - you've never actually met him :\
synopsis: he's been your biggest supporter since you first started your career as a camgirl! so when he has the opportunity to meet you in-person instead of just through his screen? gojo will do (and spend) anything to make you his!
pairing: nerd!Gojo x camgirl!Reader
wc: 10.7k
content: mdni, SMUT!, camgirl, rich nepo baby gojo gifting you a dildo molded after his dick, masturbation, heavy yearning and pining, gojo is absolutely OBSESSED, kissing, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering + finger sucking, unprotected piv sex, mentions of birth control, cowgirl, creampie, loss of virginity, happy ending
a/n: this was a commission for @sadlittlecucumber !! gojo art is by @/to00fu + div by @/thecutestgrotto
blu3yedbigd1ck sent $XXX.XX
blu3yedbigd1ck: Use the blue one for me pretty?Â
You giggled. Giggled. And Gojo was pretty sure if he jerked off any harder, his dick was going to fall off. Some painfully tight thing throbbing in the pit of his stomach, aching as your delicate hand reached out and wrapped around the pale blue dildo â one he had ordered and shipped to the PO box you posted. Custom-made, of course, perfectly shaped and sized to match his, down to every vein and ridge.Â
âThis one?â You tilted your head to the side, batting those beautiful lashes of yours as you teased him.Â
He groaned, balls tightening as he struggled not to cum from the sound of your voice alone, his other hand trembling as he typed on the keyboard.
blu3yedbigd1ck: Please baby
âAnything for my favorite fan,â you murmured, spreading your thighs further apart, showing him a full view of those pretty folds of yours while you guided his (fake) tip to the edge of your entrance. Slowly starting to slide it in, a lewd squelch ringing out as his grip on his self-control started to slip. âToru.âÂ
His breathing hitched, some deep strangled noise torn from his throat right as your face scrunched up in pleasure, bottom lip quivering as his length stretched you out. His name on your lips â one he asked you to call him once in private chats. The warmth coiling in his core had reached his face, cheeks flushing as if you could see him when he snapped. Pale fingers furiously stroking faster as he finished far before you were even close, ropes of sticky white cum about to shoot out when-
He woke up.Â
Just a wet dream. For the third time this week.
That was what he got for falling asleep to saved screen recordings of his favorite camgirl. Especially the one where you unboxed that special gift of his, beaming all pretty in 4K quality as you read the note he included in the box, thanking him by name.Â
Heâd been watching your videos and livestreams for years now. Since you first started, back when you were only at twenty viewers and he occupied ninety percent of the chat. You were popular now, his messages now just a drop in a sea of men yearning after you or dropping lame lines like nice tits.Â
So, of course, when you opened up the options for VIP memberships â he signed up before you even mentioned the perks. He had more money than he could ever spend anyway, courtesy of the last name and ample banking accounts he was born with. The boring position he wasted his days at and the long meetings he sometimes snuck out of to watch more videos of you locked in a bathroom stall.Â
Not a single penny was wasted if he was spending it on you.Â
Buying pretty lacy lingerie for you to wear on your next stream. Sending in requests to see you in different positions or using different toys. Getting personal chats from you â sometimes even little recordings of your soft voice saying good morning.Â
Gojo probably replayed that one a hundred times getting ready, running his fingers through his hair to comb it and tossing on a fresh t-shirt and a pair of jeans from his floor after a fast shower, already running late to join Shoko and Suguru for their usual weekend brunch. Racing to make it there, sweat sticking to his arm pits by the time he pushed open the doors to some small hole-in-the-wall diner, the smell of bacon hitting him as he eyed a thick stack of pancakes on the closest table.Â
âOver here,â Shoko dryly called out, a flash of movement drawing his stare over to where she was sitting next to Suguru in a corner booth.Â
Gojo half-jogged to join them, mouth open and ready to offer an excuse before Suguruâs judgemental stare dragged over his sorry state.Â
âYouâre late,â he commented. âJerking off to her again?âÂ
His friends didnât understand.
Didnât think that it was actually you, at least, messaging him.Â
Shoko called him a creep for having a crush on some stranger heâd only seen through a screen. Suguru, though? He was a bit moreâŚcreative.
âNo,â Gojo defensively said, blushing hard as he slid in the booth across from them.
âSorry, were you speaking to your AI girlfriend?â He deadpanned, cocking his head to the side. Goji heard it all before, most commonly when they went to the gym together to work out â which he admittedly only started doing when he started privately messaging you.
âSheâs not-â Gojo huffed. âI-I-â
Shoko raised an eyebrow, not really believing him either as he stammered out weak protests.
You were real.Â
His phone buzzed in his pocket, his entire face lighting up as he read the chat. Heâd changed your contact to something more intimate, even though logically, he knew it was probably cringy and Suguru would be sure to tell him as much if he ever saw it.Â
princess <3: toruuuuuuu
princess <3: how are you today?Â
His fingers were hurrying to type a reply, clumsily hitting letters just to have to furiously erase and fix his typos before he hit send.Â
blu3yedbigd1ck: Dreamed about you last night.Â
Suguru reached across the table and snatched his phone, dark brows furrowing as he scanned over the messages before his nose scrunched up in disgust.Â
âGod, dude, could you not have picked something less creepy?â He groaned, tossing it back to him like he might have to pour bleach in his eyes out if he read any more. âYou might as well have told her you jerked-âÂ
Buzz. Buzz.
You already replied.Â
He was ignoring the rest of Suguruâs lecture, looking down at his lit-up screen to see your flirty replies back.
princess <3: oh yeah?
princess <3: what position?Â
His dick was getting hard again.Â
Straining inside his underwear as he shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. Trying to hide the fact he was about to be sporting a bulge as he stared dumbly at your little contact photo, unable to convince his own thumb to move to type.
But then bubbles popped up, and you were sending a third message.Â
princess <3: i was actually thinking about u too
That meant something, right? It had to.
âHe's not even fucking listening,â Suguru complained, and Shoko was saying something back, pulling out cigarettes from her purse with a sigh, but he couldn't bother to look up.Â
Glued to the rectangle in his hands as a picture popped up in the chat.Â
There was nothing lewd about it, a perfectly innocent photo of you smiling in a pretty blue sweatshirt â and it somehow made it so much more intimate.Â
Blushing as you sent something else, trying to suppress his stuttering and swelling heart as it pounded inside his chest.Â
princess <3: your favorite color?Â
blu3yedbigd1ck: My favorite everything.
âCan you pay attention for like, two minutes?â Suguru groaned, and Gojo had to shove his phone back in his pocket, palms sweaty as he tried to focus on his best friend. Suguru was sighing, nodding towards the waitress walking over.Â
âSorry,â he mumbled, wiping his hands off on his jeans before glancing over his menu.Â
But even half a plate of pancakes later, sipping on soda while Suguru talked about his problems with women â ones with warm bodies that had actually been in his bed â he was barely listening at all. Just nodding along, readjusting his glasses up the bridge of his nose and licking the syrup off his fingers. Shoko had stepped outside, her outline visible through the window as she leaned against the wall, the last of a cigarette dangling from her lips as small puffs of smoke floated past.Â
âYou know,â Suguru sighed, dragging Gojoâs back from his daydream about being at a place like this on a date with you. What would you order? Would you sit across from him? Slide into the booth next to him and lean your head on his shoulder?Â
âHuh?â Gojo blinked, gripping his fork a little too tight.Â
âI was just saying I could probably hook you up with someone,â he said, thick fingers wrapping around the handle of his coffee mug, one brow arched as he tried to assess Gojoâs reaction.Â
âNah,â Gojo shrugged, the idea of going out with any girl that wasn't you making his skin crawl underneath his shirt. âNot interested.âÂ
Suguruâs jaw clenched, ready to call him a moron when Shoko strolled back in, easily reading the situation.Â
âHe said no?â She asked, as if she'd been expecting it.Â
âI mean, I just don't really have time for a relationship right now, yâknow-â Gojo started bluffing, trying to make it sound casual.
âYou're too busy talking to a girl who probably uses a chat bot to talk to twenty other guys online,â Suguru sarcastically finished for him.Â
âShe's not like that,â he protested, an ugly feeling stirring up in his stomach.Â
âYou pay her to talk to you,â Suguru reminded him, and even though he was right, it still stung. âWouldn't you rather be with a girl who likes you for you?âÂ
How was he supposed to explain that he didn't care if you only wanted him for his wallet?
Gojo only wanted you.Â
But Suguruâs question stuck in his head. Stayed there for the rest of the day, going back home to stare at his chats with you, all the ones where you listened to him rant and ramble about his favorite games and shows, asking questions and exchanging interests. Looking back through the photos you sent him and the few he scrounged up the courage to send back. It was never his whole face, just part of his eyes or his hands. Most of the pictures he sent were of his meals, desserts he made or bought from his favorite sweets shop.Â
Did you think he was annoying?
Just a loser in love with you?Â
He turned his phone off, tossing it on his nightstand next to the tissues and lube as he collapsed on his bed, pulling the pillow down over his face as he groaned into it. Even when his eyes were shut, he still saw you behind them.Â
And the moment his phone started ringing with the specific notification he set to know you were streaming, he was sitting back up, scrambling to grab his laptop and switch to the tab always reserved for you.Â
It was funny how fast he forgot about everything else the second he saw your pretty face blinking back at him. Sitting up straight in a computer chair this time, no longer in that soft blue sweatshirt and instead in a barely-there nightgown that didn't leave much to the imagination as you greeted people joining the chat.Â
blu3yedbigd1ck: Hi beautiful
He hesitated, before adding a definitely absurd number of heart emojis he hoped would catch your attention.Â
âHi there,â you hummed, face lighting up â and he held onto the hope it was directed towards him. âI have a little announcement to make today.â
You twirled a loose strand of hair around a finger, looking into the camera like you could see him through it.Â
âIn honor of my latest milestone,â you started, smiling so pretty it was practically blinding. Struck with cupidâs arrow as he stared hopelessly at his screen, spit pooling in the back of his mouth and hanging onto your every word. âI wanted to host a very special celebration stream.âÂ
The chat was already going crazy. Message after message being spammed, people sending in requests, emojis, compliments and complaints before you even announced what itâd be. Your eyes flickered over to where the chat was, reading the messages like you were waiting for one.Â
His fingers were already flying across his keyboard.
blu3yedbigd1ck: You know Iâll be there.Â
It was probably his imagination, but your face relaxed more, features brightening as you tilted your head to the side.
âOne of my lucky top three spenders will get invited at the end of the month to join me on stream,â you softly said, and his brain stopped working.Â
Your words jumbled up and echoing in his head, pulled apart and pieced back together as he struggled to make sense of it.Â
Join you? Like, actually, meeting you? And if it was on stream, did you mean-
âOur winner will get to pick whatever they want to do with me,â you winked, before starting to rattle off a few rules and regulations you were obligated to â mentioning that you'd cover the costs of the plane ticket but that they'd have to pass a background check, blah blah blah â but Gojo was still stuck on that first sentence.Â
Anything he wanted?Â
Would you really take his virginity? Let him fuck you into those pretty pink sheets of yours until it was stained with your tears and his cum?Â
(Even if he was probably the one that would end up crying?)
You didn't say it was a competition.Â
But it immediately came apparent it was one after the donations started flooding in. People desperate to make you theirs. Losers like him itching to feel you for themselves.Â
Gojo had to fucking win.Â
He had watched almost every stream of yours. Even ones where you worked with other cam girls or guys, but he didn't know if he'd be able to stand his own jealousy if he wasn't on top.Â
Or the one underneath you for this.Â
The other assholes in your chat wouldn't appreciate you as much as he would. Wouldn't worship your body how he would. Adore every little twitch and tremble they earned.Â
Gojo was fumbling to grab his wallet off his nightstand, flipping through to find his credit card with the highest limit. His fingers were shaking as he typed in the information, barely listening to you talk about how you would donate a portion of the proceeds to some charity, just clicking away before sending an exorbitant sum your way.Â
A flicker of pride shot through him at how wide your eyes went when you saw it, suddenly stammering as your breath hitched in your throat.Â
âTo-â You stopped yourself, catching the nickname before it could slip off your tongue. âYou guys don't have to donate that much, Iâm-â
He sent another one just to see the way your lips pressed together as you shut up.
Other people were sending in donations too, but it wasnât like they could match his. Could measure up to him.Â
Although some of them tried, a few annoying contenders attempting to catch up when you shifted back to your more normal streaming mode, switching to a different camera and getting settled on your bed. A toy between your thighs, one that sucked softly on your clit as you threw your head back and filled his room with sounds of your breathy moans.Â
But his eyes were skimming over the chat, scared that his spot as top donator would be replaced. Honestly, it was the first time in fucking forever that he didnât have his hand down his pants when watching you, too stressed that he might lose an opportunity he didnât know if heâd ever get again.Â
He was fucking sweating, white strands of hair sticking to his forehead while he listened to you whine, prettily panting as he squinted at someone complaining that he was probably someone spending his daddyâs money to win.Â
Which okay, wasnât totally untrue.Â
But theyâd do the same if they were him.Â
Heâd do anything to be with you.Â
Even if Suguru thought he was a moron. Even if you were only interested in him for money. Even if the most heâd ever realistically get with you was one night â and that was if he was lucky.Â
But luck was one of the few things he did have.Â
Fortune favored him â and after a few weeks of sending in donations every time he thought someone else might manage to usurp him, despite your private messages pleading with him that he really didnât need to, that he was already in the lead, he couldnât stop himself.Â
âSatoru,â you said his name like you were scolding him. âI told you-âÂ
âHave you eaten dinner yet?â He changed the subject, listening to your little huff on the other end of the phone call you asked him for. Another little perk of his VIP membership. Sometimes, he sort of felt more like a sugar daddy, although he didnât think the kind of guys that did that were usually twenty-something virgins who had never actually experienced the touch of a woman.Â
âWell, no,â you sighed, and he was already picturing what face you might be making. Were you pouting? Pushing out your bottom lip? Were your brows kitted together?Â
What kind of faces did you make when no one was around to see them?Â
âYou can order yourself something,â he muttered. There was a brief pause, and he just knew you were still fighting to find something to argue with him with.Â
Did you not want him to win?Â
âI just donât want you to not be able to eat,â you eventually said.Â
It took him a few seconds to process what you were saying.Â
That you, of all people, were concerned about him.Â
That was what Suguru didnât understand. He didnât know you. Didnât get that you werenât solely selfish or greedy. You cared.Â
âSweetheart,â he lightly chuckled, heart soaring. âIâm fine.âÂ
âAre you sure?â You asked, voice lilting like it never did in your streams. It wasnât practiced or put-together. This version of you, one he couldnât even see, was somehow more real when it was raw like this. âYouâre already like, way ahead of everyone else, yâknow, I just-âÂ
âI want to take care of you,â he quietly interrupted, awkward and nervous as he barely managed to not stutter.Â
Gojo meant it.Â
And heâd make sure youâd see it. Sooner or later. Still making sure his username stayed at the top in every stream until the end of the month crept closer and closer. Until he was anxiously tapping his foot on the floor of his bedroom, cock aching in his boxers as the moonlight drifted in through his window while he watched the strap of your lingerie slip off your shoulder.Â
He held his breath, heart thrumming loudly inside his chest as he waited for you to say it. Hoping for you and hating himself at the same time for being so pathetically attached to someone so out of his league.Â
âIâm going to message our winner of our little contest privately once the streamâs over,â you said, a gleam in your eyes he imagined was only for him as you addressed the audience.Â
He was pretty sure the seconds stretched out into hours once his screen went dark after you ended it. Staring down at his phone and choking on his own spit, desperately willing for a new message to pop up.Â
One did, but it was from Suguru, asking if he was busy.Â
Suguru: Can I drop by? Iâm like five minutes from you Â
Gojo grimaced, ready to throw his phone on the bed, replaying what youâd first mentioned when you announced it. You just said one of the top three spenders, didn't you? So what if the guy in second place got it? Or even third?Â
Fuck, he shouldâve paid more attention, shouldnât he?Â
Now there was no fucking chance-
princess <3: soooo are you doing anything on the 30th?
He almost screamed. Or squealed. Or whatever the most manly version of crying in relief was, all the tension in his body suddenly snapping like a rubber band as he read and reread your message.Â
Gojo won. He won.
blu3yedbigd1ck: Just tell me the time and place and you know Iâll come.
And cum.Â
He paused, thumb hovering over his screen as he practically hyperventilated, freaking out inside and thankful you couldnât see his face right now as he stood up just to pace. Did he sound suave? At least a little cool and collected?Â
princess <3: promise?Â
princess <3: send me your information?Â
He still couldnât believe this was fucking real. That it was really happening to him. He still hesitated to type it out â wondering what you would do once you had his name. What would a background check reveal?Â
That he was a dork who rarely left his apartment outside of his responsibilities or the occasional hangout with his only two real friends? That he collected Digimon figurines?Â
He sent everything over with a fear that youâd find something out that would make you change your mind. Maybe youâd think he was just a loser riding on his familyâs name like most other people did.Â
Or you-
Someone knocked on his door hard enough he froze and hit send on accident. His message with his full name in it immediately marked as seen, his cheeks heating up as he forced himself to look up as the pounding outside continued.Â
âHey, put your dick up and answer the door,â Suguru called out.Â
Gojo grabbed his pajamas from where heâd left them on the floor earlier, hurrying to pull them up his legs before groaning at the realization it didnât have any pockets. You hadnât replied yet, but he couldnât bring himself to just leave his phone on his bed, gripping it tightly in his palm as he hurried to go see what Suguru wanted.Â
His best friend was waiting outside the door for him, leaning against the frame and holding out a bag with to-go boxes.Â
âHey,â he greeted, praying Suguru wouldnât notice or comment on the bulge he was still sporting.Â
âAm I interrupting something?â Suguru muttered, one pierced brow arching up suspiciously as he still noted how pink his face was.Â
âNah, just, um, watching stuff,â Gojo lied, like Suguru wouldnât be able to see through him. As if in the ten years theyâd known each other, he hadnât figured out what face he made when he was hiding something.Â
âMe nâ Shoko are worried about you, dude,â Suguru sighed, holding out the bag for him to take before running his fingers through his thick, dark hair. âYou never want to go out or do anything anymore.âÂ
He had a point.Â
Gojo was getting addicted to you.Â
He wanted to tell Suguru that he was better than okay, that he was about to go out and actually do someone for the first time in his life. But he also knew what Suguru would have to say to that.Â
Suguru would tell him precisely what an awful idea he thought it was â scold him and say he was getting scammed.Â
So instead, all he did was grin, clapping his hand on Suguruâs shoulder and shrugging.
âDonât worry, man,â he chuckled. âI actually just made some plans to go on a little vacation soon.âÂ
He just left out that it was to see you.Â
It took a few days to sort out â you wanted to buy him plane tickets and book his hotel for him. But when you mentioned that he was closer than you expected, sending an address that was only a couple hours away, he said heâd handle it.Â
Why bother taking a plane when he could just drive there?Â
Be able to actually drive you around in his own car once he got to your city, yâknow, if you were interested. Besides, he could always pay for his own accommodations â make whatever arrangements he needed without feeling like he was being a burden to you.Â
You protested, but Gojo won in the end.Â
He always did.Â
And on the 30th, he was waiting outside your door, one hand clutching a bouquet he spent thirty minutes struggling to pick out in the closest floral shop, and the other hesitating to actually knock.
He tried to hype himself up.Â
There were two condoms in his wallet, two gift bags hooked over his elbow, one stuffed full of lingerie in shades of white and blue. The second was something a bit more personal, in a much smaller bag. A gift he wasn't sure you'd even want, half-convinced you would just toss it in the trash once it was all over.Â
Gojo almost lifted his hand back to finally do it, to tap on the thick wood, but then he started agonizing about what to say when you answered.Â
âHey, it's the guy who pays your rent every month?âÂ
God, no, that made him sound like an asshole. Desperate. Which, yeah, he was the latter, but he didn't want you to think that.Â
Should he try to act more like Suguru? Girls liked him. Could he pull off the whole quiet and contemplative thing?Â
The door opened before he could keep deliberating.Â
You were somehow prettier in person.Â
Standing there in a cute little dress that was practically sheer, a loose cardigan hanging over your frame that didn't conceal the way the slip clung to you underneath it. He recognized it almost immediately as one he purchased for you, his favorite color even better when it was on your skin.Â
âHi,â you half-whispered, and he could almost convince himself you were looking forward to meeting him too.Â
âHi,â he breathed back.Â
Way to go.Â
âDo, um, do you wanna come inside?âÂ
âYes,â he bluntly answered, and the tension in your shoulders relaxed, laughing a little as you opened the door wider. He was pretty sure his face had to be red, his filthy mind jumping to both meanings as he tried to get his feet to move and take him past the threshold.Â
He was staring at you, and you were staring at him.Â
Your soft eyes searching over him, studying him with an expression he wished he understood better. Dragging over his tall frame before returning to his face, like you couldnât wrap your brain about it being him.Â
âItâs kinda silly, but I feel like I already know you. Can I still call you Toru?â You slowly asked, and he was finding it hard to stop himself from bouncing in place at how your voice washed over him. Syrupy, almost sugary, getting stuck on each syllable. âOr do you prefer Satoru?âÂ
âYou can call me anything you want,â he said before he could stop himself, hating how much of a fool he already felt like in front of you. Stiffly holding out the flowers for you to take, which you also took longer to accept.Â
âThank you,â you smiled, stepping aside so that he could come in. He only managed to step forward when your stare shifted down to the bouquet. He hoped he got it right. Hoped he picked your favorites, and too sheepish to ask.Â
It wasnât that he was timid, because he wasnât, really. Just flickered from overconfident to sure he was being stupid.Â
âI donât even think I have a vase,â you laughed a little, like you were trying to ease the tension simmering between you.Â
Was it just the awkwardness hanging there? Or something else?
âDo you want me to go get you one?â Gojo genuinely offered, wondering if he did something wrong already but you shook your head.Â
âIâll figure something out,â you insisted, your free fingers reaching out to brush against his arm â and suddenly he was wishing he hadnât worn a long-sleeved shirt. âDonât leave.âÂ
You didnât need to tell him twice.Â
He'd go where you want. Do what you want.Â
Gojo couldn't stop staring at you, fantasizing with you in front of him over this domestic feeling in this chest. The casualness in your steps, padding barefoot over to the joint kitchen area attached to your living room. You started rummaging through cabinets, grabbing an empty glass pitcher and filling it up with water from the sink before stuffing the flowers inside.Â
âThey're pretty,â you complimented, leaning over to sniff the delicate petals.Â
âNot nearly as pretty as you,â he replied, and you made a sound he had never heard before. A squeak? A squeal?Â
Something small and light and twinkling and so goddamn cute he stopped breathing for four full seconds.Â
âI canât believe youâre actually real,â you exhaled, chest rising and falling just as fast as his was.
He blinked, struggling to figure out what that meant.
You saw his reaction, lips twitching up in a sweet smile like it was a good thing.Â
âI was kind of scared to get my hopes up,â you confessed, and Gojo felt a cold shard of fear being driven into his heart. Did he disappoint you or-? âBut youâre way hotter than me.âÂ
âYou canât just say stuff like that,â he half-whined, his hand reaching up to hide his mouth under his large palm. As if you wouldnât be able to see the blush creeping up on his cheeks.Â
He never thought he was unattractive. But he was awkward, uncomfortable when it came to actually going on dates or at the idea of an actual relationship with a girl. He talked too loud, too fast, was the kind of know-it-all most people called annoying.Â
Maybe you liked his face, but he was really just paying you to tolerate his personality.Â
âWhy not?â You giggled again, moving the flowers before walking back over to him. Tenderly grabbing his fingers before guiding his hand down like you wanted to look at him. Pinching his chin between your smaller fingers, tilting his head from side-to-side like you were appraising him.Â
Gojo could smell your perfume from here, and he was pretty sure his eyes actually rolled back in his head. It was intoxicating. You smelled like candy, but he bet you tasted even sweeter.Â
Completely frozen, stuck there as he stared down at you, blue eyes bulging as they zeroed in on the gorgeous little gleam in yours. Your manicured nails digging into his skin, not enough to cut, but to apply enough pressure to keep him still.Â
âItâs kinda hard to believe a guy like you is actually interested in me,â you freely admitted. Before your brows scrunched and you corrected yourself, âMy streams.âÂ
âA guy like me?â He asked, and you swallowed hard this time, avoiding your stare.Â
âYou know what I mean,â you murmured. He didnât.Â
âTell me anyway?â He tried to tease, mouth twitching up in a smirk he hoped was charming.Â
âFishing for compliments?â You grinned back, letting go of his chin to briefly cup his cheeks, patting it a little before you turned away.Â
But your eyes flickered back to the bags he was still holding, like you were silently trying to ask what they were.Â
He sat both down on the closest piece of furniture, an armchair that looked like it was barely used.Â
âAre those for the stream or-âÂ
âJust for you,â he answered, and he was pretty sure heâd be chasing the feeling flooding his chest watching you beam back at him.Â
âCan I open it now or is it for later?â You followed it up, pulling off your cardigan and throwing it over the back of the chair.Â
It was just your shoulders, more of your arms, but it made him feel like he was seeing something holy, like he should be on his knees worshipping you or taking photos as if you were some piece of art heâd been admiring for so long from afar.Â
âWhenever,â he shrugged.Â
Was he being off-putting?Â
For a guy who always talked too much, who could never get himself to shut up, he suddenly seemed unable to come up with anything to say when all his words got choked up in his throat.Â
âI guess Iâll save it then,â you muttered, even though you looked like you were itching to open them now. It was better this way, though, he was barely functioning as it was. He wasn't sure his brain would still work if you offered to put on a fashion show for him in the new lingerie he bought you.Â
âO-okay,â he stammered, already flustered simply at the thought.Â
âSo, um,â you paused, briefly biting your lips before jutting your thumb behind you. âDo you want to see my room?âÂ
He dumbly nodded, feeling like a fucking moron making this more awkward as he trailed after you down the hall. You tried to fill the silence, casually asking questions he dutifully answered, his eyes constantly drifting back to you despite how interested he was in every part of your life he hadn't been privy to before as you pushed open your bedroom door.Â
It was weird viewing it from this new angle. Able to note new things heâd never gotten a glimpse at. It made him feel special, as if he was sharing this secret with you â although an annoyingly logical part of his brain wanted to suggest you film from a proper set instead of the intimacy of your actual bed.Â
âI cleaned up before you came,â you hummed in front of him, sitting in the spinning chair by your desk, turning on your computer and starting to adjust the settings for the stream.Â
âYou didn't have to do anything for me,â he quietly said, toning himself down into something he hoped was more appealing to you as he examined the little trinkets on your desks. Stuffed animals you kept out-of-sight on stream.Â
âI'm, uh, also on birth control, so as long as you're clean, you don't have to wear a condom,â you added, a hint of anxiety bleeding through, as if you were seeking his approval.Â
âUm, I'm, uh, clean,â he said, turning away so you didnât notice that he was hard just from the idea of sex with you.Â
âSatoru,â you spoke his name like it was something precious. Pronouncing the syllables like you were really his friend. âAre you nervous?âÂ
âIs it that obvious?â He chuckled, reluctantly looking back at you to meet your sympathetic stare. âI just, Iâve neverâŚâ
Gojo couldn't finish, couldn't stand to tell you he was a virgin.Â
âBeen on camera before?â You asked, innocently tilting your head, coming to the wrong conclusion. âIt's okay, if you don't want-â
âI've never wanted anything as much as I want this,â he bluntly interrupted. âYou.âÂ
âOh,â you half-whispered, hiding a smile by looking down before you gestured to your streaming setup. âGuess we should get started then?âÂ
He watched practically in awe at how you turned it on the second the stream was running, chirping as you greeted everyone in chat, taking a minute or two to make sure most of your audience was there before waving him over and introducing him as the winner.Â
That's what he was, right? He had done it. Made it here. About to lose it all to you â in the same bed he'd been dreaming about doing it for so goddamn long.Â
Your hands slid up his arm, squeezing his bicep as you pulled him close.Â
âOur special guest has never been on camera before, so you guys better be nice,â you warned, pouting in frame as you leaned your head against him. âIt's his show tonight.â
Whatever he wanted went.Â
You looked up at him before you switched over to the bed, guiding him there. A tripod was set up, ready to capture every dirty detail and broadcast them. Two fingers poked his chest, getting him to sit on the edge, before you giggled and pushed him back further.Â
And suddenly you were straddling him, your soft thighs on top of him, your weight shifting and readjusting as you wrapped your wrists around his neck, playing with his soft undercut.Â
He was fucking terrified to touch you. Scared that it would shatter the moment and heâd realize this was just an illusion, another dream heâd wake up from.Â
But then you sighed, going to grab one of his hands, guiding it towards your waist, wrinkling that pretty slip of yours as you tilted your head so sweetly. Blinking at him with disbelief that mirrored his own, before you were whispering under your breath, âHold me.âÂ
âBu-â He didnât get more than a single syllable out.
âI want you to,â you murmured, pushing your bottom lip out in another pout.Â
His heart swelled, and before he could stop himself, he was leaning up to kiss you. Lips crashing together in an admittedly clumsy connection, too aware of the camera currently focused on both of you to direct all of his own focus solely on you. But then your tongue was suddenly in his mouth, tracing over his teeth, and he was pretty sure his mind melted.Â
All his other kisses were drunk ones at parties Suguru and Shoko dragged him to, sloppy and messy, but this was different. You were different.Â
It felt fucking magical. The softness of your lips, the taste of mint on your mouth, like you had brushed your teeth before he came over. Sucking on his lower lip, a warm buzz spreading inside his chest at how right this was. One of his hands caressed your cheek, his thumb dragging over your soft skin while his other fingers sank deeper into your waist.Â
Trying to pull you closer, forgetting about how this was being filmed in favor of kissing you harder.Â
Gojo didn't want it to end.Â
He could feel his cock starting to grow, throbbing and aching already underneath the heat of your body, the weight of you on top of him.Â
God, he was glad he started lifting fucking weights over the last year â because it was easy to lift you up.Â
He flipped the positions, hearing all the air get knocked out of you when your back hit the bed. Hair splayed out underneath you, lips parted in surprise as you looked up at him.Â
âWhat are you going to do to me?â You asked, not scared or nervous, teasing him as you propped yourself up on your elbows, like you wanted another kiss.Â
Gojo couldn't help but oblige, leaning down to press his mouth to yours again while your words repeated in his ears.Â
How many nights had he spent asking himself that question? Debating over what heâd do if he ever found himself here?Â
Take out that custom dildo and take you both ways? Press your thighs to your chest in some mean mating press? Do it doggy style?Â
âCome on, baby,â you purred, sifting your fingers through his hair as you peppered his face with more kisses. âTell me what you want.âÂ
All he could think of right now was how much he was dying to taste you.Â
âI wanna eat you out,â he confessed, coming out hoarser than he intended, his voice just as raw as his heart felt, throat constricting at the idea of you on his tongue.Â
He pushed you higher up on the bed so he wouldn't have to be on his knees on the ground, spreading your thighs apart with those huge hands of his. Forcing himself to take it slow, palms traveling over your skin in time with his lips. Kiss after kiss, admiring each pretty inch of you before he was face-to-face with the thin lace thong hardly keeping anything covered.Â
Gojo ripped it off like it was nothing, dropping the little fabric to the floor while you let out a small surprised gasp.Â
He bought it â so why couldn't he break it too?Â
The camera hadn't captured precisely how pretty your pussy was in person. Already wet for him, glistening and goading him into doing something about it.Â
âYou're soaked,â he commented, swallowing the spit pooling in the back of his mouth as his eyes drifted up to you.Â
You made a noise, almost like a whine, shifting your hips and arching them up as you pushed your bottom lip out. âYeah?â
Gojo wasn't always great with social clues, but he saw it for what it was. An invitation.Â
One he was more than happy to accept.Â
Diving in to deliver messy kisses, mouth open as his tongue dragged inside of you â copying the same methods heâd spent the past six months studying in porn scenes, desperate to make you cry out his name.Â
Until you forgot about the cameras too, so lost in his tongue and his hands that you couldn't remember your own name. Or that he was simply a loser with too much money to spend.Â
Because if he was just some guy you met on the street, would you ever really let him do this?Â
Let him wrap his mouth around your cute clit, sucking on it and swirling his tongue over it, painting his own name with his tongue while you twitched? Let him slot two thick fingers inside your dripping cunt, scissoring you open with steady strokes?Â
He counted them out, tested out what spots you seemed to like the most and made a mental note of them for later. Even if Gojo was fairly certain he wouldn't be able to think of anything once his cock was actually inside of you.Â
He was already painfully hard, dick throbbing and pulsing for relief as he rutted into your mattress mindlessly. It creaked under your combined weight, but your own moans were louder. Pitchy and airy, filling the room as you tugged harder on his roots. Keeping him close, refusing to let him stray from the task.Â
He groaned into your sensitive bundle of nerves as your nails raked over his scalp, the vibrations making you whine right there with him. His fingers crooked, curling just enough to have your back arching up, hips trying to work them in even deeper as you chased your climax.Â
Your thighs closed around his head, holding him hostage there, but honestly? He didnât mind.Â
Gojo would live here if he could. Breathe you in and sustain himself with this alone.Â
He dragged his tongue back over your clit, and you made a sound that almost made him cum. Maybe that was just a habit though, years of training himself to finish when you did, the noise immediately registering as your resolve crumbling and giving into the urge to cum just from his mouth and a couple fingers.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck, y-you-âÂ
You sounded desperate, and Gojo decided he'd never heard anything hotter than that. The cute little stuttering, the raw mantra while his tongue tugged you closer to overstimulation, still working on that pretty bud until you pried him back with another pull of his hair.
âYou said whatever I want,â he reminded you with a pout that matched yours.Â
After a stunned pause, you relented though, eyes wavering and wide as you reluctantly started laying back down, but Gojo just chuckled, climbing back on top of you fully, tempted to tear your dress off too so he could feel your skin.Â
Kissing your mouth again, knowing you could taste yourself on his tongue when he slowly slipped it between your open lips.Â
Gojo could barely bring himself to part from you, his warm breath on your skin, his nose nudging against yours.Â
âWhat do you want to do with me?â He returned the question, holding out the reins for you to take.Â
Because more than anything, he wanted to make you happy.Â
You giggled, grinning up at him as your fingers traced over his side, slipping underneath his shirt.Â
âTake your clothes off,â you instructed.Â
He listened better than any dog did. Standing up to strip quickly, proudly showing off the muscles he only bothered growing for you, wondering if the lamps in your room lit them well for the cameras.Â
Your eyes raked over him with appreciation that made his pride flare even more, his fingers fumbling to unzip his jeans and drop them to the floor. You were sitting up now, still breathing a little hard from cumming before. Eyes going wide the second you saw his bulge in his boxers, the damp spot against the thin white fabric from where pre-cum was already leaking.Â
âFuck, youâre-â You didn't let yourself finish, voice dying out as his boxers hit the floor next.Â
Big? Huge? Pretty?Â
He hoped it was one of the above. Gojo had probably spent too long online browsing the average size of penises, but he was pretty sure his should exceed expectations.Â
It wasn't as thick as some he'd seen in porn, but it was long, at least. Besides, he'd seen you satisfy himself with the fake one he sent you enough times so shouldn't the real one be even better?Â
âLike it?â He asked, hope plaguing his tone. Really trying to ask if you liked him.Â
âMhm,â you nodded, soft and low as you skimmed your hands over his thick thighs. âGet on your back.âÂ
You wanted to trade spots again.Â
He was trying to focus, to stop himself from saying or doing anything stupid or giving away just how inexperienced he was when he laid flat on your bed. Pre-cum smeared over his pink tip, throbbing at the open air, glancing over at the camera, seeing the chat flying by on the screen behind you before you were positioning yourself just over his cock.Â
You didn't look.Â
Your eyes were only on him. As if the rest of the world didn't exist. Didn't matter anymore.Â
His hands were shaking a little as he reached for your slip, and you helped him pull it off over your head. Breasts bouncing, your body so much fucking better when he actually got to experience it, to feel your skin under his palms as he ran them over your waist.Â
There wasn't nearly enough time for him to feel all of you. Torn between making frantic attempts at cataloging you and making the most of the moment while he had it, but you seemed to sense what was brewing inside of him.Â
Knew how to shut up the voices inside his head.Â
Your hips sank down, one of your hands resting on his chest to steady yourself before you started taking him in. His tip catching at your entrance at first, but then you readjusted again, wet enough that you didn't need lube for him to nudge inside and-
He shattered.Â
Sanity splitting into a million tiny little pieces the second he felt your warmth wrapping around him, the tight rubber band of desire inside him threatening to not just snap, but dissolve into straight bliss as you took him in a single rough thrust. Going from nothing to everything all at once, your walls sucking him in.Â
Nothing could compare to you.Â
All those times he fucked his fist suddenly seemed futile. Just a pale mockery of what the real thing was like, groaning loudly and throwing his head back as his fingers dug into your hip. He tried to mind his strength, stop himself from bruising you, but he could barely control the guttural sounds coming from the back of his throat.Â
âIsnât he cute?â You asked, and his eyes were scrunched too tight to see what face he was making, even if he was sure you were finally acknowledging the rest of your audience. He rolled his hips up, feeling his tip nudge and grind against what he guessed was your cervix, that sweet little spongy spot that had you gasping. He finally cracked his eyes open, thick lashes fluttering at the sight of your gorgeous body grinding down on him. Your nails ran over his chest, tapping over his heart. âMy pretty boy.âÂ
If tonight was about him, then maybe you wouldnât mind him asking you to call him that again.
âPromise?â He asked, his voice wavering and thick as his brain continued to short-circuit.Â
âPinky swear,â you smiled, a cute crinkle next to where your makeup was beginning to run. Your usual waterproof mascara had been traded in for something that smeared, like you wanted him to see what a mess he made you.Â
Gojo grinded up, getting a little more comfortable, holding onto you like you were his last tether to reality, even if it still seemed fake. At his fingers dimpling your flesh, you whined, pushing down until he was completely buried inside you, the muscles in your thighs probably aching from how spread they were.Â
His cock practically jumped inside you.Â
Warm pleasure swirling inside him, fraying the rope of rationality he couldnât believe he was still clinging to. And just when he thought he couldnât take any more, couldnât hold out, you started to bounce.Â
Sliding up-and-down on his thick shaft, letting his ridges and veins drag along your insides, slow at first, but steadily speeding up while he started desperately crying out your name. Not on purpose, just babbling, his thoughts all foggy and dazed as he gripped your waist and tried to help you.Â
Lifting you up and bringing you back down, muscles working to copy the moves he thought heâd be better at, wishing heâd worn a condom so it wasnât so hard to not snap.Â
Gojo refused to cum. Scrunched his eyes shut as he buried his face in your skin, brain flashing any unappealing images he could conjure up and desperately failing to hold himself back.Â
âF-fuck, youâre so-â He groaned, and you were huffing, leaning forward, pressing your chest against his, skin on skin, your breath on the inside of his neck as your lips left a light kiss on his collarbone. The new angle somehow forced his cock in even deeper, your walls clamping down.Â
âIâm so what?â You teased, sucking softly, like you were trying to leave a hickey. To mark him as yours. Trailing kisses up to the hard line of his jaw, murmuring softly where heâd be the only one to hear. âLook at me, Toru.â
Gojo looked, and he came.Â
Thick ropes of cum filling you up, a raw sound ripped from him as he thrusted up uselessly inside of you. Your eyes were gleaming, practically fucking glittering with his reflection in them, lips parted and glossy, your hands on his body and your heat on him, all the simmering sensations driving him fucking crazy as he stopped fighting the impulses burning him up inside.Â
âSo fuckinâ beautiful,â he started rambling, rattling off every word he could think of that fit you as you continued to ride him raw. âGorgeous, p-pretty, cute, sweet, i-irrestible-âÂ
âS-says you,â you stammered back, face flushing as your own focus slipped.Â
His fingers slipped between your connected bodies, finding your swollen clit, still sensitive from your first climax, almost distressed as he attempted to get you to cum at the same time as him. Wanting you to feel as good as he felt.Â
Rubbing circles over it now, putting as much pressure as he could, feeling you respond to him with more broken breathing.Â
âCâmon,â he grunted, his other hand sliding around to wrap around your back, holding you tight and close, locking you into this position. âCum for me, please.â Â
Was begging unattractive? Pleading for you to join him in this intimacy?Â
Either way, you started trembling, thighs shaking hard as you made some sharp little squeak, whimpering in response as you nodded.Â
Catching his lips in another kiss, moaning into his mouth like it would do anything to muffle the sound. He swallowed it anyway. Devoured each noise as his own cum continued to leak out inside you, his cock still hard as it nudged against your cervix again. Dampness dripping down your thighs and onto him, probably some getting on your sheets too.Â
âThatâs it, fuck,â he murmured, assurance he didnât know was meant for you or himself.Â
âYou wanna keep going?â You half-whispered in his ear, lips grazing against his skin â but he shook his head. He liked overstimulation, could probably fuck you for hours, but he wanted to do it in privacy.Â
Where it was just you and him â where the audience wouldnât get to see him crying into your skin.Â
âTurn it off,â he muttered back, and you nodded, leaving another kiss on his forehead before you slid off of him. His arms fell limp to his side, blue eyes hazy, the world blurred around the edges and tinged with leftover pleasure.Â
He was still trembling, shaking as his spent cock throbbed on his stomach, staring up at your beautiful figure as you shifted off of him.Â
âDidnât he do a good job?â You hummed, addressing the chat, back to your casual persona. âMaybe I should keep him.â
It was a joke, something meant to make the mood light â but he wanted so fucking badly for you to keep him. Heâd chain himself to your bed if you let him.Â
You were saying something else, talking about your next normal stream while you said goodbye â and he was reminded that after this, you would both go back to real life. Regularly scheduled programming.Â
Gojo still sort of felt like a virgin. Utterly inexperienced when he watched you switch off the camera, his stare flicking from the shape of your legs to the way your tits lightly bounced leaning over the computer screen. Scrolling through something on your computer before you glanced back at him, offering a smile that almost felt shy.Â
âSo,â you said, but you didnât finish your thought.
âThat was-â He tried to finish it for you, but it hung out in the open, too many words to choose from that fit. Fantastic? Amazing? Unforgettable?Â
âGreat, yeah,â you nodded, as if you were on the same page. Filling in the blank with one of your own. âReally great.âÂ
âUh-huh,â he breathed, for once in his life, lacking the ability to say what he wanted.Â
To tell you how much it meant to him.Â
âDid you get a hotel?â You asked, holding your own breath as you fiddled with your fingers.Â
âUm, no, I, uh, drove here,â he stammered out, palms sweating as he sat up in your bed. Only to accidentally dipped his fingers in his own cum stains, immediately lifting it up and looking around for something he could wipe it off with.Â
You giggled a little, light as you walked back over, getting down on your knees to lick the cum off. He almost came again just from the image alone, cock twitching between his sticky thighs.Â
The feel of your tongue dragging over his knuckles, sucking until they were clean and the lewd pop! when you pulled them out.
âDo you want to stay the night?âÂ
âYes,â he quickly answered again, cheeks heating up with embarrassment as he cringed at the neediness in his voice.Â
âWe should probably, like, shower first,â you softened, smiling up at him. âBut we could watch one of those movies you told me about?âÂ
Nothing had ever sounded so fucking good.Â
But the morning after managed to be even better.Â
Waking up with you nestled in his arms was a feeling he suspected heâd spend the rest of his life chasing. The morning sun drifting in through your pretty lacy curtains. The quiet sound of your breathing. How cute your cheek looked squished on his bicep. The softness of your thigh when you had slotted in between his own.Â
He couldnât even blame his morning wood on testosterone.Â
Gojo slowly snuck out from underneath you, making sure to fix the pillow underneath your head and tuck you back under the blanket before snagging his phone from his jeans on the floor. Padding silently over to your attached bathroom, trying his hardest to shut the door as quietly as possible before flicking on the light and the exhaust fan.Â
He had more missed messages than he could scroll through the group message between his best friends. It appeared they had somehow managed to figure out that his âvacationâ was really just a guise to be with you. Maybe they used his spare key to get in, found his printed out travel plans on the counter or saw any of the messages left up on the computer.Â
Suguru: Fucking answer asshole.Â
Shoko: heâs probably asleep
Shoko: or dead lol
Suguru: I might kill him if he isnât.Â
Oops?Â
He sat down on the closed toilet seat, muscled thighs spread out as he ran his fingers through his hair. He hesitated, brows scrunching together as he tried to figure out what to say before settling on announcing his big news.Â
Although, maybe he shouldâve said something other than: Guess who's not a virgin?
Gojo held his breath, nervously tapping his foot on the tiled floor while he waited for the ⌠to pop back up once his message was immediately marked as read.
Suguru: Not funny.Â
Shoko: ?Â
Suguru: Where tf are you?Â
There was a light knock on the bathroom door outside, and Gojo half-jumped up, his still-hard cock springing up at the same time and smacking into his abs just as you called his name outside.Â
âSatoru?â You yawned, all soft and sweet. Need was pooling back in his stomach, hot and swirling despite him trying to cool it back down with the reminder you were probably just being nice. Only checking on him like a good host would.Â
âUm, yeah?â He answered, his hand hovering over the door knob as he hesitated to open it. Would you judge him for being hard already?Â
âAre you okay in there?â You asked, and he almost winced at the earnestness in it. You cared. Even if he was a dork and a loser who had never touched another woman before you. Even if he collected Digimon figures and was more comfortable playing dungeons and dragons than putting his dick in you. âDid I do something-â
âN-no,â he forced out, swinging the door open too fast, panicked by the hint of sadness in your voice, hitting his, uh, most sensitive area with it.Â
Gojo almost crumpled, a pained moan escaping as you slipped through the crack of the door to see what was wrong.Â
âOh my god, Iâm sorry, I didnât-â You started rambling, reaching out like you were going to pat his penis.Â
âItâs okay,â he groaned, still wincing at the dull ache.Â
Your frown deepened as you noticed his phone in his hand, but he was already waving it like it would explain itself.
âMy friends were worried for me,â he muttered.Â
âOh,â you blinked. âDo they-â
âIâve told them about you,â Gojo added, sighing as he ruffled his fingers through his messy hair. âLike, a lot.âÂ
âGood things?â You asked, rolling your shoulders back like you were getting more comfortable around him.Â
âJust that Iâm completely obsessed with you,â he chuckled, cringing again when it came out less like a joke and more like a truth.
Thatâs what it was, though, wasnât it?Â
Your eyes were on him, your lips just slightly parted like you had something to say and just couldn't work out how to say it.Â
Gojo hesitantly met your stare, wondering if he was meant to say something, before you abruptly blurted out a question he never thought he'd hear from any woman.Â
âDo you want to go on a date with me?â You practically squeaked, more high-pitched than you intended, blinking fast and glancing away like you were skittish. The girl who was happy to show off every sensitive spot on camera suddenly shy around him. Â
âA date?âÂ
Was it really your fault for falling for a guy like him?Â
You didnât know when it started. Or well, that wasnât exactly true. You did remember the first message he ever left for you. It was your third-ever stream, still uncomfortable around the camera as your fingers rubbed over your clit. He called you gorgeous.Â
He came back for the next stream. And the next.Â
Actually, he never really left.Â
Dropping compliments and donations like it was nothing to him, your number one supporter who would shout his approval from the rooftops. He made you smile, lips curling up the second you saw his name in chat â and eventually in your messages too.Â
From the first kiss, you knew you didn't want to kiss anyone else.Â
Wanted to spend every morning waking up with him, curled against his chest or sifting your fingers through his soft strands of hair.Â
You were greedy. Youâd always known that.Â
But that was probably part of the reason it worked so well.Â
Gojo wanted to spoil you. To take care of you, whether it was tucking your hair behind your ear or buying you presents. Physical and emotional and material, fuck, even spiritually, he fulfilled every need or want â and somehow left you still craving more of him.Â
He was a little dorky. Giving you lingerie that he thought you liked just to sneak in a second bag with a digimon keychain, stuttering through an explanation that he had one too, that he thought it would be cute if you both had virtual pets together.Â
But you wouldnât want him any other way.Â
It didnât stop with just one date. Your weekends now spent with him in your bed or on your couch, hand-in-hand going out shopping or listening to him ramble about his latest hyperfixation. He asked you to be his girlfriend in the middle of a movie, his head in your lap while you combed through his pretty white hair, looking up at you like a cute puppy dog. Cuddling one of your plushies against his chest, a new one he you were pretty sure he only bought because you said it reminded you of him.Â
Satoru sighed into your skin now, fingers skimming over your arm as he pulled you closer into the street. Pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he murmured something about how starving he was.
You glanced up at him, still a little in awe that a guy as handsome as him was with you. And that heâd never actually been with another woman before either. He confessed heâd been a virgin before you took it after a couple weeks after sleepy sex, humming that he was your responsibility now.Â
One you happily accepted.Â
âDo you think your friends will like me?â You asked, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You were both supposed to meet them for brunch, assuage some of their fears that he was turning into a recluse.Â
âI know they will,â Satoru promised, kissing the top of your head now.Â
You paused in front of the restaurant, one he insisted youâd love, trying to work up the nerve to meet people that heâd told you so much about. The skeptic and the smoker, his closest friends â and ones you so badly wanted the approval of.Â
Your phone vibrated in your purse, pulling it out to see it was bank calling. Probably to check that the deposit you were trying to put down on a new studio to film at. Satoru had suggested it â and said that he wouldnât mind starring in a few more videos after how many donations the one he did with you got.Â
âShit,â you frowned at your phone. âGo ahead and order for me? This will just take a few minutes.âÂ
You didnât realize that his friends might have thought he totally lost it until you walked in and overheard the conversation going on.Â
âWhatâs next?â The guy sitting across from him sarcastically drawled. âSomething will come up and sheâll have to leave before we see her?âÂ
âNo,â Satoru protested, but he wasnât done.Â
âYou canât seriously expect us to believe that-âÂ
You tapped on his shoulder before he could finish.Â
Dark hair almost hitting you as he swiveled back, jaw dropping the second he saw you standing there.Â
âHi there,â you smiled, holding your hand out to introduce yourself while he squinted at you as if you were some shimmering apparition.Â
âYou're real?â
âDid you think I wasn't?â You giggled, tilting your head to the side as Satoru stood up from the booth, hurrying over to slip an arm around your waist and guide you back to the seat next to him.Â
âWhat do you see in him?â The girl, Shoko, deadpanned, poking at the food on her plate and staring between the two of you like she was trying to solve a puzzle.
âHeâs your friend, too,â you laughed, shrugging your shoulders and leaning against your boyfriend. âI think Satoruâs sweet. And funny-âÂ
âYou think heâs funny?â Geto echoed, like you just said something simply absurd.Â
Satoru just grinned, squeezing you tight as his brilliant blue eyes flickered between you and his friends.Â
after all the fights, the losses, the endless cursed energyâhe just wanted quiet. a big house on the outskirts of tokyo, no missions, no students to worry about. he was in his forties now, white hair starting to show darker grey strands. wrinkles crinkled around his blue eyes when he smiled, which wasnât as often these days.
he spent mornings drinking coffee, afternoons reading books he never had time for before. peaceful. boring, maybe, but safe.
then you showed up. it was an accident, really. he was at a small cafe in the city, grabbing takeout, when you bumped into him. your coffee spilled all over his shirt. you apologized a hundred times, young thing in your early twenties. he laughed it off, said it was no big deal, but those eyes of yours stuck with him. bright, full of life he hadnât felt in years. he offered to buy you another drink, and somehow, that turned into dinner. then more dinners. then nights at his place.
now, you keep him up all night. not in a bad way. god, no. he loves it. loves the way you straddle him in his bed, sheets tangled around your legs, your young body moving like itâs made for this. heâs propped up on pillows, hands on your hips, watching you ride him slow at first. youâre so wet, he can hear it, the slick sounds as you take him deep.
âfuck, baby,â he groans, voice rough. his cock throbs inside you, thick and veined, filling you up just right. âjust like that.â his thumbs dig into the soft skin just above your ass, guiding you faster.
you lean forward, hands on his chest. thereâs grey hair there too, scattered across his pecs. wrinkles crease deeper around his eyes as he groans, head tipping back for a second before snapping forward againâhe canât stop watching.
you roll your hips harder, grinding your clit against him on every downstroke. your thighs burn, but you donât slow down. âsatoru... feels so good.â he sits up suddenly, chest pressing to yours, one arm locking around your lower back. the shift drives him deeper, punching a sharp cry out of you.
âyeah? you want it harder, baby?â he growls against your ear, then bites the lobeâhard. his other hand slides up to fist your hair, yanking your head back so your throatâs exposed. he drags his mouth down it, teeth scraping, sucking bruises thatâll show tomorrow.
he knows itâs not forever. youâre young, full of energy, could have any guy your age. but he spoils you rotten anyway. buys you pretty thingsâlingerie that hugs your curves, dresses that show off your legs, anything you want really.
he takes you shopping, arm around your waist, pulling you close when younger boys stare. they do, all the time. eyes lingering on your ass, your smile. it pisses him off. he wants to blast them into nothing for even looking. but he just tightens his grip, kisses your temple, whispers, âyouâre so pretty.â you lean into him, and it eases the jealousy a bit.
at home heâd eat you out like a man starved, making you forget about all the other boys youâve seen that day, staring at you. satoruâs hands slide up your thighs, pushing them wider apart as he settles between, grey in his hair catching the low light when he glances up at you.
he never thought heâd love this so much. back in his twenties, eating a girl out was just something you did to get her ready, polite foreplay before the main event. but now, in his forties, with youâheâs obsessed. canât get enough of the way you taste, the way you shake when his tongue finds the right spot.
âlook at you.â he drags his mouth up slow, lips brushing slick skin, teasing. âsoaked already. this all for me?â
you nod, breath hitching. he smirks, then licks a long, flat stripe up your center, groaning low in his chest like heâs the one getting pleasured. your hips jerk. he pins them down with one forearm across your stomach, the other hand spreading you open.
âfuck, youâre pretty,â he mutters, almost to himself. then he dives in. his mouth closes over your clit, sucking gently at first, tongue flicking fast and precise. you cry out, back arching off the bed. he doesnât let upâjust keeps that steady pressure, that perfect rhythm heâs learned from watching you fall apart on his face night after night.
he pulls back just enough to speak. âlove this pussy. love how you get so fucking wet for me.â then heâs back, tongue pushing inside you, curling, tasting deep before sliding up to circle your clit again. two fingers slip in easy and he curls them just right, pressing that spot that makes your legs tremble over his shoulders.
your hands fly to his hair, gripping tight, pulling him closer. he growls into you. âsatoruâpleaseââ
he knows what you need. speeds up, fingers pumping steady. sucks harder, tongue lashing side to side until your thighs clamp around his head. he doesnât care if he canât breatheâjust keeps going, lost in it, in you. loves the way your hips grind against his face, desperate, chasing it.
heâs always been careful when he was younger. too aware of cameras, reputations, the weight of being the strongest. sex was good, sure, but it was controlled. in bedrooms, hotel rooms, never anywhere he could get caught. he told himself it was maturity, responsibility. really it was just fear of losing control.
with you, that fear is gone. burned out of him the first time you slid your hand under the table at dinner and squeezed him through his pants while smiling sweetly at the waiter.
later you pull him sideways to a photo booth behind the train station and he knows what youâre doing the second the curtain closes. youâre in his lap before the first flash even goes off, kissing him slow and deep, tongue sliding against his like youâve got all night. your hands are in his hair, pulling just hard enough to make him groan into your mouth.
he tries to keep it tame for the first two photosâsmiles, bunny ears, whateverâbut by the third youâre grinding down on him, feeling him get hard under you, and he snaps. his hands shove your skirt up to your waist, fingers hooking in your panties and yanking them to the side. he frees himself, cock heavy and aching, and pulls you down onto him in one rough motion.
you both choke on the sound you make. itâs tight, cramped, but he doesnât stop. he grips your hips and fucks up into you hard, fast, desperate. your hands slap against the wall for balance, forehead pressed to his, mouths barely apart so every moan goes straight into each other. the camera keeps flashingâfour, five, sixâcatching your faces twisted in pleasure, his jaw clenched, your eyes rolled back.
the booth spits out the strip of photos a minute later. youâre both flushed, hair messed up, pure lust on both your faces.
he keeps that strip in his wallet. pulls it out sometimes when heâs alone, thumb tracing the edge, remembering how insane you make him. how he never wouldâve done that at twenty-five, too paranoid, too careful. now heâll fuck you anywhereâphoto booths, the back of his car in a parking garage, once even in the restroom of a fancy restaurant because you whispered you werenât wearing anything under your dress and he almost lost his mind.
heâs too old to care about getting caught. all he cares about is you, how you sound when you come, how you look at him.
nanami brings it up every time they meet for drinks. same quiet bar, same corner booth, same tired lecture. âsheâs twenty-three, gojo. twenty-three.â nanamiâs voice is flat, measured, the way it always is when heâs trying not to judge too hard. âyouâre old enough to be her father. find someone your age.â
satoru just smirks into his whiskey. âcanât.â simple as that. he doesnât explain the way his chest tightens when you laugh at his stupid jokes, or how he wakes up hard just from you shifting in your sleep against him.
he doesnât say that the thought of you with some college boyâhands on your waist, mouth on your neck, some punk whoâd make you split the dinner bill 50/50, expect you to drive yourself home, and wouldnât spend half the day with his face buried between your thighsâmakes him want to hollow purple the entire campus. those boys wouldnât know how to treat you right, wouldnât worship you like he does.
wouldnât spoil you rottenâbuy you whatever you want, drive you everywhere, let you be his passenger princess with your feet up on the dash while he handles everything. theyâd fumble, selfish and rushed, leaving you wanting. heâd rather burn the world than let you settle for that.
satoru just smirks deeper, swirling the glass. he doesnât tell nanami about the quiet things. how he pays your rent three months ahead without you knowing, just in case your part-time job ever falls through. how he swapped out your old laptop for a new one while you were in the shower, left it on the desk like it had always been there.
how he noticed the tiny crease between your brows last week when you checked your bank app, and by morning the student loan payment you were stressing over was gone, marked paid in full from some anonymous scholarship fund he set up.
he sees everything. the way you bite your lip when youâre anxious about exams, the way you pretend youâre not cold so you donât have to ask for his jacket. he fixes it all before you even say a word. books the spa day when you mention your back hurts in passing. fills the fridge with the weird yogurt you like thatâs always sold out. drives an hour out of his way to get the dumplings from that one place because you felt sad the other day.
satoru knows. he knows because he watches you closer than anyone ever has. if that little worry line ever shows up on your forehead again, heâd burn the world down to smooth it away. buy whatever you need, cancel whateverâs stressing you, hold you until the crease disappears and youâre soft and warm and laughing against his chest.
and yeah, sometimes late at night he looks in the mirror and wonders what the hell youâre doing with him. youâre so pretty it hurtsâsmooth skin, bright eyes, body that makes people stare on the street. and heâs got grey in his hair, lines around his eyes, and that ugly scar slicing across his torso from sukuna, pale and raised and impossible to ignore when heâs shirtless.
but then you crawl into bed and push him onto his back, kissing him slow until heâs breathing hard. you trail your mouth down his neck, over his collarbone, lower. when you reach the scar you trace it with your tongue, pressing kisses along every rough inch of the mark that used to remind him of almost dying. then you keep going, further down, lips brushing his abs, his hips, until you wrap your hand around him and take him in your mouth.
he doesnât say any of that out loud, of course. just downs the rest of his drink and shrugs. âsheâs fine,â he says. âbetter than fine.â
because you are. he makes sure of it every single day, quietly, obsessively, without you ever having to ask. and if that makes him the villain in nanamiâs story, heâll wear it. heâs not giving you up. not when he can take care of you like thisâlike no one else ever could or ever will.
one night, after you come hard on his cock, clenching around him until he follows, spilling deep inside you with a grunt, he pulls you into his chest. your head tucked under his chin, one of your legs thrown over his, his cum leaking out between your thighs. his heart is still pounding hard against your ear, sweat cooling on both of you. his fingers trace slow patterns on your back, up and down your spine.
he stares at the ceiling, feeling the weight of you on him, warm and real and here. heâs always told himself this canât lastâtoo big an age gap, youâll want someone younger eventually, someone who doesnât have grey creeping in, who doesnât wake up with new aches. heâs prepared for it, or he thought he was.
but right now, with you breathing slow against his skin, your fingers curled over his chest like you never want to let go, something shifts. he thinks about waking up to you tomorrow, and the day after, and years of it.
he thinks about how much he fucking loves youâhow itâs been sitting in his chest for months, never said out loud because it felt too big, too risky. he loves the way you laugh at his dumb jokes, the way you steal his shirts, the way you fit against him.
maybe it wonât end. maybe this is it. maybe he gets to keep you.
he presses his lips to your hair, holds you a little tighter, and lets himself believe it, just for tonight.
cw. MDNI. established relationship, breeding kink, p in v, power imbalance, creampie, rough, dom!gojo.
gojo satoru had the entire clan hall cleared in under thirty seconds.
the moment the last elder bowed and backed out the heavy sliding doors, he locked them with a flick of his wristâcursed energy crackling faintly in the air like static. the massive room fell dead silent except for the low hum of the lanterns and the soft click of your heels on the polished wooden floor as you turned toward him.
you were his second wife.â¨not the political match. not the one chosen for bloodline or alliances.â¨you were the one who had his heart. the one he kept closest, the one he spoiled rotten in private and claimed like a man possessed when no one else was watching.
and right now, satoru was watching you like he wanted to devour you whole.
âeveryoneâs gone,â he drawled, that signature smirk curling slow and dangerous across his pretty face. blindfold already tugged down around his neck, those glowing blue eyes locked on you with pure, unfiltered hunger. âfinally. been hard since the second you walked in wearing that fucking kimono, wife.â
he didnât give you time to answer. long legs ate up the distance between you in three strides, and then his hands were on youâbig, possessive, yanking you against his chest so hard your breath hitched. his mouth crashed into yours, all tongue and teeth and that familiar taste of sugar and sin. one hand fisted in the silk at your waist while the other slid down to grab a handful of your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you moan into his mouth.
âmine,â he growled against your lips, walking you backwards until your ass hit the edge of his massive clan leaderâs desk. scrolls and ink brushes clattered to the floor. he didnât care. âmy favorite wife. my pretty little second wife who makes the first one look like a fucking placeholder.â
he lifted you like you weighed nothing, dropping you onto the dark wood with a solid thud. your kimono pooled around your hips as he shoved the heavy silk up to your waist, fingers hooking into your undergarments and ripping them down your thighs in one rough tug.
âgojo-samaâhere?â you gasped, cheeks burning even as your legs parted for him like muscle memory.
âright here,â he confirmed, voice low and filthy. âon my desk where i just told the entire gojo clan to get the fuck out. gonna fuck my favorite wife where everyone else has to bow and pretend they donât know who really owns me.â
he freed his cock with one handâlong, thick, flushed dark and already leaking at the tip. he stroked himself once, twice, smearing precum over the fat head before lining up and pushing in with one brutal thrust.
you cried out, back arching clean off the desk as the stretch burned so good it made your eyes water. satoru groaned loud, head falling back, white hair falling messily over his forehead.
âfuuuuckâstill so tight. always so fucking tight for me.â he didnât wait. he grabbed your hips and started pounding you right there on the polished surfaceâdeep, ruthless strokes that made the heavy desk creak and your tits bounce inside the loosened top of your kimono.
every thrust punched the air out of your lungs. the wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the empty hall, loud and obscene. his heavy balls smacked against your ass with every snap of his hips, the sound filthy in the quiet room that usually only heard formal speeches and political bullshit.
âlook at you,â he panted, eyes wild and bright as he watched his cock disappear inside you over and over. âmy pretty second wife getting railed on the clan leaderâs desk. bet the first wife never got fucked like this.â
he leaned over you, one hand bracing beside your head while the other yanked the front of your kimono open so your breasts spilled free. he latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hips never slowedâbrutal, punishing, the wet squelch of your soaked pussy filling the air.
âsatoruâoh my godâtoo deepâ!â
âgood,â he snarled around your nipple, teeth grazing before he switched to the other. âwant you feeling me for days. want you walking around the compound tomorrow knowing exactly who fucked you stupid right here where i rule everything.â
he suddenly pulled out, spun you around, and bent you over the desk. your chest pressed against the cool wood, cheek smushed against a half-written scroll as he kicked your legs wider and slammed back in from behind. the new angle had him hitting even deeper, the fat head of his cock bullying your cervix with every savage thrust.
you screamedâloud, shameless, the sound bouncing off the high ceilings.
âthatâs it,â satoru groaned, one hand fisting your hair to pull your head back while the other gripped your ass, spreading you open so he could watch his cock stretch you. âscream for your husband, baby. let the whole fucking estate hear how the clan leader ruins his favorite wife.â
he railed you harder, hips snapping with that inhuman stamina, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your bare back. your legs shook. your pussy fluttered and clenched around him, dripping down his balls and onto the desk. he reached around, long fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing fast, mean circles.
your first orgasm hit you like a lightning strike. you wailed his name, body seizing, pussy gushing around his thick cock as your walls milked him desperately. satoru moaned like he was the one cumming, but he fucked you straight through itâharder, faster, the desk scraping across the floor from the force.
âgood girlâgood fucking girl. creaming all over your husbandâs cock like the perfect little favorite.â
he didnât stop. he pulled out, flipped you onto your back again, and hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half right there on the desk. he slid back in with one long, devastating stroke and started grinding deepâslow, filthy rolls of his hips that made you feel every vein, every ridge, the way his cock kissed your cervix and made your belly bulge slightly with every thrust.
âlook,â he rasped, pressing a hand down on your lower stomach so you could see the outline of him moving inside you. âthatâs me, baby. thatâs your clan leader fucking his heart right where it belongs.â
your second orgasm crashed over you even harder. you sobbed, nails raking down his arms through his haori, tears slipping down your temples as pleasure bordered on too much. satoruâs pace turned feralâshort, brutal snaps that had the desk banging against the wall.
âgonna cum,â he growled, voice wrecked. âgonna fill my favorite wife up right here. gonna pump you so full the elders will smell me on you tomorrow and know exactly who you belong to.â
you nodded frantically, voice hoarse. âpleaseâsatoruâcum inside meââ
he buried himself to the hilt with a broken groan and came hard. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your womb, pulse after pulse, so much it started leaking out around his cock immediately. he kept grinding deep, pushing every drop inside you, hips twitching as he emptied himself completely.
but satoru gojo was nowhere near done.
he stayed buried inside you, softening only a little, and started slow, lazy thrusts againâstirring his cum deeper while he leaned down to kiss you filthy and slow.
âround two on the floor,â he murmured against your lips, that cocky smirk returning even as sweat glistened on his skin. âthen maybe iâll bend you over the throne where i sit during meetings. gotta remind my favorite wife exactly why sheâs the one who has my heart⌠and why sheâs the only one who gets fucked like this.â
he pulled out with a wet pop, cum dripping down your thighs onto the expensive wood, and scooped you up like you were something precious and filthy all at once.
the clan leaderâs desk was ruined.â¨the hall was empty.â¨and satoru gojo was just getting started on ruining his second wife all over again.
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Synopsis: A mini-series following the events of wherever you go, thatâs where Iâll follow, depicting the readers challenging recovery.
Warnings: ANGST, reader losing her technique and cursed energy, depression, anger, isolation, arguments, mentions of sexual intercourse (MDNI), swearing, mentions of gore/horror elements, the reader is (or was) a sorcerer.Â
Genre(s): Heavy ANGST, love and comfort, tragedy.Â
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i. what cannot be said will be wept
ii. in the crooks of your body, i find my religon
iii. stand and face me, my love, and scatter the grace in your eyes
iv. you burn me
v. love-bittersweet, irrepressible-loosens my limbs and i tremble
vi. bring my distempered soul relief
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