asking Sukuna about the date he planned for tonight, except… he never planned one
a/n: got such an amazing idea in an ask that i just had to write it
It’s a quiet Friday afternoon, and you’re both sitting in his gaming room. Sukuna’s at his desk, sprawled out in nothing but loose sweatpants, lazily scrolling through something on his PC while a stream hums low from his second monitor. Off to the side, you’re sunk deep into your oversized armchair, legs tucked up, twirling a strand of hair around your finger like you’re not plotting the most dangerous trap he’s ever walked into.
A soft, thoughtful hum slips from your lips as your gaze drifts over to his profile, lingering on the broad expanse of his bare torso, and for a moment, it’s genuinely difficult to remember you’re supposed to be scheming.
“Hey, when should I start getting ready?” you ask softly, sounding like it’s no big deal.
“For what?” he asks, barely glancing away from his screen.
“What do you mean, for what?” you shoot back, giving him your most innocent grin. “For the date you said you planned.”
Sukuna freezes, his hand pausing mid-click over the mouse. For a split second, his brain short-circuits so violently you can almost see the static. He swivels his chair to face you fully, crimson eyes locking onto yours, searching your face for any hint, any clue. His mind races through every conversation, every text, every random comment from the last few weeks, desperately trying to figure out what the fuck he supposedly promised.
Did she say something last week? Did I promise something while half asleep? Fuck, did I actually invite her for a date and forget?
“The... date,” he echoes, his voice dropping an octave as he does his best to sound completely unbothered and in control. “Yeah, yeah—get ready soon.”
"Mm... what are you wearing then?" you ask, resting your chin in your hand. "I don't know if we're matching the vibe or not."
A beat of silence drops over the room, thick and deafening. Sukuna’s jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath his ear, and his eyes drift back to the monitor, but it’s obvious he isn’t seeing a thing. Inside his head, gears grind together at a breakneck pace, panic threatening to short-circuit every rational thought.
Matching the vibe? What fucking vibe?
He’s fifty percent convinced he blacked out an entire conversation, fifty percent convinced he’s losing his mind, and one hundred percent determined to never, ever let you see him sweat.
"Well," Sukuna starts, slowly turning his head to look at you once again. He tries for a calm, confident smirk, though tension flickers around his eyes as he searches your face for a single crumb of a clue. "I mean, that depends on what you wanna wear, doesn't it?"
"Kuna, come on, don't do that," you giggle softly, shaking your head. "You picked the place, so you set the dress code. Are we doing fancy, or should I just throw on something cute and simple?"
The trap snaps shut. Sukuna's mind spirals into absolute chaos, running at a million miles an hour. Say it’s fancy, and he’s doomed if he picked somewhere casual. Say it’s casual, and you show up underdressed for some high-end place he apparently reserved weeks ago, and he’s a dead man. Honestly, he’s a dead man either way if he really did promise you something special, because he can’t remember making a single reservation at all.
If there’s not a bead of sweat rolling down his neck, there should be. For a split second, his composure cracks, his brow furrowing in silent distress, before he clears his throat and reaches across the gap with his large hand, grabbing your ankles and tugging your legs off the cushion, draping them over his thick thighs.
"You look good in anything, angel," he purrs, leaning forward to rest his hand on your knee, thumb rubbing lazy circles—anything to distract you and buy himself five more seconds. He flashes a crooked grin. "Just pick something you like, and I'll match."
"Mmm, okay," you hum, sinking back into the plush cushions and tapping your chin in mock-deep thought. "I just hope we don't end up waiting as long as last time. The food was worth it, but that line almost killed me."
Sukuna freezes entirely, his breath slipping out in a slow, silent exhale that feels almost painful to watch.
We've been there before, great food, long line... What fucking place had a line we actually waited in?
His mind frantically scrolls through every date night from the last two years: sushi bars, steak houses, taco trucks, upscale Italian, late-night ramen, trying to pin down which one he supposedly promised you just days ago. His massive shoulders tense as he sits up straighter, the effort so intense you can almost feel the heat radiating off him.
I must’ve promised only a few days ago. How the fuck did I forget?
"Line won't be a problem tonight," he lies through his teeth, his voice dropping into a low rumble as his hand slides up to squeeze your thigh. "Took care of it."
"Oh, you made a reservation this time?" you ask, looking up at him from your seat with wide, bright eyes. "Didn't think they did those on weekends! How'd you pull that off?"
Sukuna freezes mid-motion, the smallest flicker of surprise widening his eyes before he clamps down on it, jaw going rigid.
No reservations on weekends? Great. Backed myself into a fucking corner now. What the fuck am I supposed to say after that?
This is it—the absolute limit of human endurance. Balanced on a conversational tightrope stretched over a pit of fire, he’s surrounded by conflicting clues, unable to commit to a single outfit or restaurant. There he sits, a giant, terrifying man held hostage by an imaginary date night, looking for all the world like he’s trying to solve advanced physics in his head.
He fixes you with a stare, maintaining that arrogant smirk through an absolutely heroic amount of concentration, determined to bluff his way straight into the grave if he has to.
"I’ve got my ways, brat," he rumbles, sliding his hand around your wrist and pulling you gently closer, leaning in at the same time and pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead—one last desperate distraction.
"I'm just excited, you know? You're so sweet to plan this out of nowhere, Kuna," you chirp sweetly, holding back a laugh. You beam at him, swinging your feet like you can barely contain your glee, letting your voice turn all sing-song and syrupy just to watch him squirm.
Looking down at your smiling, innocent face, Sukuna's massive ego crumbles for a split second under the weight of the mystery.
"Wait—what time did you book it for?" you ask before he thinks of an answer to your praise, looking up at him expectantly as you pull back to lean against the cushions again. "I know it’s tonight, but you never said when—are you trying to make me late on purpose? How much time do I actually have to look cute?”
His mouth opens, but nothing comes out. For a horrifying half-second, he freezes—lips parted, eyes darting from the clock on his monitor to the floor, then back to your face. His mind is utterly, completely blank—not a single coherent thought.
Think. Dinner. Six? Seven? Eight? What time sounds normal?
"You don't remember?" you ask softly, tilting your head just a little as you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes, the tiniest smile threatening to betray you.
"I remember!" Sukuna snaps a little too fast, his voice cracking with a rare, desperate edge before he quickly clears his throat to cover it. He shifts in his gaming chair, his jaw working as his eyes widen in full-blown panic.
Pick a number. Any fucking number.
"Of course I remember, woman. It's... It's in my phone—set a reminder and everything. Who do you take me for? 7."
"Right," you say, trying not to laugh at the thought of Sukuna actually fussing with a calendar app.
"Now quit grilling me and go get ready before you start worrying we're gonna be late."
Looking up at his face, you catch the tiny, panicked tension around his eyes despite that confident smirk. Unable to resist, you decide to drag it out just a little longer, savoring every second of his internal panic.
You tilt your head, looking at him from your chair. "You're driving us, right? Or are we taking an uber?"
"I'm driving," Sukuna says instantly, the answer automatic as he clutches at the first scrap of control he can find before his own brain has a chance to second-guess it.
"You remember how to get there, right?"
"Yeah," he grumbles, rolling his shoulders as he shoots you a sharp, warning look. "Of course I do."
"Good," you chirp with an easy smile. "I completely forgot the street name. What was it again?"
Nothing. I have nothing... This is it. I'm dead.
Silence instantly smothers the room. Sukuna’s entire body goes rigid, every muscle locked, and the arrogant smirk vanishes. His eyes go wide, locked onto yours in pure, unfiltered, deer-in-the-headlights terror. Not a word escapes him—there’s no way in hell he could even guess a street. He just sits there, trapped in a corner of his own making, paralyzed by the sudden realization that he’s completely, thoroughly backed into a wall.
Letting it stretch for ten long, glorious seconds, you watch his brain fry in real time. Then, a sharp, hysterical giggle bursts out of you, shoulders shaking violently as you bury your face in both hands, wheezing for air.
"I know there's no reservation, Kuna," you manage through laughter, shaking your head. "I know there's no date."
Sukuna blinks once, then again. For a moment, it’s like his brain can’t quite process the words, and then relief crashes over him so hard it nearly knocks him flat. The tension drains from his massive frame all at once, leaving him slumped boneless against the back of his chair.
A long, heavy exhale escapes him as he drags a hand down his face, wiping away the real sweat of the last ten minutes. He sits there, utterly defeated, looking like he just barely survived a war zone. There's not even enough strength left in him to pretend to be angry; every bit of mental energy got burned up trying to solve an imaginary puzzle.
"Jesus christ," he mutters into his palm, his voice a rough, exhausted rumble.
His hand drops, and he glances over at you, taking in the way you’re sitting there, absolutely delighted with yourself. Shaking his head, he lets a slow, helpless grin tug at the corner of his mouth, exhaustion still written all over his face.
"Yeah, well," Sukuna rasps, his eyes softening as he gently shoves your ankles from his legs, then reaches out and wraps his fingers around your wrist, pulling you up and into his lap. "We can still go on one."
You tilt your head, settling sideways across his thick thighs with a curious smile. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," he sighs, arms locking around your waist as he buries his face in your hair, slumping back into his chair. "I'll take you for that pasta you love so much, you menace."
"Oh, you're down bad, Kuna," you tease, grinning as you tug him down for a kiss, your fingers threading into his hair at the back of his head.
"I was sitting here trying to remember if I'd booked a fucking table in my sleep, you know?" he rasps, his breath fanning across your cheek as his lips brush yours, the low rumble of a laugh vibrating through his chest.
"You really were trying so hard to play it cool," you murmur, nudging his cheek with your nose.
"I was cool the whole time," Sukuna protests, but the lopsided grin stretching across his face gives him away as he squeezes your waist.
You smile up at him, fingers tracing a slow, absentminded line along his jaw. "So what exactly was your plan, then?"
He blinks, looking genuinely lost for a second. "Huh?"
"If I'd actually gone to get dressed... then what?" you ask, tilting your head.
Sukuna just stares at you for a long moment, his brows drawing together in mock concentration before another helpless laugh escapes him as he shakes his head in defeat.
"No idea." He snorts, raking a hand through his hair as he shakes his head. "I figured I'd think of something in the car."
You burst out laughing again, swatting his shoulder as you double over, nearly collapsing into his chest. "You seriously think that would've worked?"
"I was very committed to making it work," he answers, trying to look serious, but his eyes are bright with laughter.
Before you can get another word in, he leans forward and peppers your cheeks and neck with a relentless barrage of rough kisses until you're laughing too hard to fight him off, your hands doing little more than getting in the way.
Finally, he sets you back on your feet, steadying you with a firm grip on your waist before pushing himself up out of the chair. "Now go get dressed, brat."
tags: NSFW . minors dni . mostly a crack fic . piv . fem!reader . pure filthy smut . blowjobs/pussyeating . getting caught . etc
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a/n: no comments. anyway, this fic was requested by this ask here! ( @solalol you have the greatest mind ever<3)
Sae Itoshi — caught by shidou
sae had you pinned against the wall, cock buried deep inside you as he fucked you with rough, punishing strokes.
it had been far too long. the second he came home and saw you, he didn't waste a single second on words. he simply shoved your shorts down, freed his aching cock and sank into you in one brutal thrust.
now he was drilling into you hard, hips snapping forward with a steady, merciless rhythm that had your back sliding against the wall with every thrust.
"fuck...sae—" you moaned, legs locked tight around his waist. your nails dug into his shoulders as he drove deeper. "you're so deep...ahh!"
he growled against your neck, teeth scraping your skin. "been waiting weeks for this cunt," hus voice was low, strained with lust. "so fucking wet for me already."
one of his hands gripped your ass tighter, the other braced on the wall as he angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. your moans grew louder, shameless, echoing in the small bedroom. the wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding in and out of you filled the air.
"gonna cum—sae..."
"then cum," he ordered, voice dark. let me feel you,"
he slammed into you harder, grinding against your clit on every deep thrust. the coil in your stomach snapped without warning. you cried out, walls clenching violently around his thick cock as your orgasm crashed through you. your whole body shook, thighs trembling around him while you moaned his name like a prayer.
sae kept fucking you through it, jaw clenched, eyes burning as he felt you pulsing and gushing around him. he was close, very close—but he was holding back, savoring the way your cunt squeezed him.
that's when suddenly the door swung open without a knock.
"oi, itoshi! you got any—" shidou's voice stopped dead.
ge stood there in the doorway, eyes widening before that wild, predatory grin spread across his face. he took in the scene: you pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around sae, his cock still buried inside your twitching pussy, your face flushed from your recent orgasm.
sae froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt. the sudden shock of being caught hit sae like a freight train.
"dude shit—!" he grunts through gritted teeth.
his hips jerked once, involuntarily. a groan tore from his throat as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside you while shidou watched shamelessly. sae's face dropped to your neck, biting down hard to muffle the sound as his cock pulsed again and again, emptying everything he had.
you whimpered at the feeling of him filling you up right in front of his roommate.
sae's breathing was ragged against your skin. his cock was still twitching inside you, sensitive and spent, as he slowly lifted his head.
"get the fuck out," he hissed, voice hoarse and dangerous.
shidou only smirked wider, tongue poking at the corner of his mouth. "you sure I cant a piece of that?"
"touch her and I'll kill you," sae said, holding you close to him.
shidou smirked, "fine. i'll just touch you then."
Nagi Seishiro — caught by his bff
nagi was fucking you like he'd die if he stopped. it wasnt his fault really. it'd been six whole months since he last saw you. you've been traveling thanks to being a model and well...he missed you.
he had you lifted completely off the ground, your back pressed tight against his chest as he stood behind you. his strong arms hooked under your knees, spreading your legs wide open in a full nelson hold. every needy thrust drove his long, thick cock deep into your dripping pussy, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the room.
"fuck...missed you so much," he groaned into your ear, voice rough and desperate—nothing like his usual lazy drawl. his hips snapped up harder, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke. "been thinking about this pussy nonstop...couldn't wait anymore."
you moaned loudly, head falling back against his shoulder as he manhandled you effortlessly. the position left you completely exposed—tits bouncing, cunt stretched wide around his cock, his balls slapping against you with every deep thrust. his grip on your legs was iron tight, lifting you up and down on his length like you weighed nothing.
"nagi—! ahh, too deep—!" you cried out, pleasure bordering on overwhelming.
"mmm..can't help it," he panted, lips brushing your neck as he fucked you harder. "need you...need to feel you cum on me." his voice cracked with raw need, hips losing their rhythm as he chased the feeling of your tight heat.
one of his hands shifted slightly so he could rub fast circles over your swollen clit while still bouncing you on his cock. the combination was lethal.
"i-i..i'm cumming, nagi!" you screamed, body seizing up as your orgasm slammed into you. your cunt clenched violently around his thrusting cock, gushing wetly as waves of pleasure tore through you. your legs shook in his grip, juices dripping down his balls.
"you're squeezing me so tight," nagi whined, voice needy and broken. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, desperate and relentless, his own release building fast.
the door suddenly burst open.
"nagi? i got the new—oh my god."
reo stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide in pure shock. the scene hit him like a truck: nagi holding you up in a full nelson, your legs spread obscenely wide, cunt stretched around nagi's thick cock, your cum still dripping down his balls, everything completely bare and on full display.
nagi's hips stuttered. the sudden mortifying realization that reo was seeing everything — your dripping cunt, the way his cock was buried inside you, the way you were still twitching from your orgasm—sent him spiraling.
"reo—?!" nagi gasped, voice strained.
he couldn't hold back. with a needy groan, he slammed up into you one last time and came hard. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy as his cock pulsed violently inside you. his arms trembled slightly as he kept holding your legs up, forcing you to take every last drop while reo watched in stunned silence.
you whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being filled while completely exposed.
reo's face turned bright red, all the way to his ears. his mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to speak.
"i didn't...fuck, im so sorry!" he slapped a hand over his eyes, clearly flustered beyond belief, but not before you both saw how red his cheeks were. "i should've knocked—i didn't know she came back!"
reo peeked through his fingers for half a second, saw the way nagi cum was leaking out around his cock and immediately covered his eyes again.
"you know what..im leaving! i'mm leaving right now! sorry!" he turned on his heel, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed out and slammed the door shut behind him.
the room fell silent for a moment except for both of you panting.
nagi slowly lowered your legs, but didn't pull out yet. he wrapped his arms around your waist instead, hugging you from behind as he buried his face in your neck, still catching his breath.
"...that was embarrassing," he muttered, though his cock gave a lazy twitch inside you. "but you felt really good when he walked in. did you like being watched?"
you let out a breathless laugh. "you're such a pervert."
he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "only for you."
Rin Itoshi — caught by his bro
rin had you completely folded underneath him in a ruthless mating press, knees pressed tight to your shoulders as he fucked you with deep, punishing strokes.
his hips snapped forward with brutal precision, driving every thick inch of his cock into your soaked pussy until his heavy balls slapped loudly against your ass. the wet, obscene squelching of your cunt filled the room with every thrust, your juices dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you.
his arm was locked around the back of your neck in a tight headlock, forcing you to stare up at his intense, flushed face while he railed you. sweat glistened on his forehead, his eyes burning with possessive hunger as he watched every flicker of pleasure and desperation cross your face.
"fuck—you're squeezing me so tight," he growled, voice low and mean, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious grind of his hips that made his cockhead bully against your cervix. "this sloppy cunt is mine. say it."
"it's all yours—rin..nghhh! 'm yours!" you moaned, voice breaking as he hammered that perfect spot inside you over and over. your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his girth, trying to pull him even deeper.
he smirked darkly, tightening the headlock just enough to make your breath hitch.
"louder. i want everyone to know who you belong to." he pulled back almost all the way, letting just the fat tip stretch your entrance, then slammed back in with a savage thrust that made your tits bounce and your eyes roll back.
you cried out, nails digging into his back as he set a punishing rhythm—long, dragging strokes that made you feel every vein and ridge of his cock, followed by short, rapid punches that left you gasping. "rin—! please—fuck, it's too deep—!"
"too deep?" he laughed, low and cruel, leaning down to bite at your exposed neck. "you were begging for this earlier. now take it like the greedy little slut you are." one of his hands slid down to grip your ass hard, spreading you wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside your puffy, dripping folds.
the lewd sight made him groan, his pace growing even more erratic and forceful.
your body was burning, every nerve singing as he fucked you senseless. the pressure built higher and higher, your thighs trembling violently against his shoulders. you could feel another orgasm coiling tight in your core, even stronger than the last.
"rin—! im gonna cum..! please don't stop—!" you sobbed, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"then cum," he snarled, crushing his mouth to yours in a messy, dominating kiss before pulling back. "cum on my cock like you were made for it. milk me, baby."
your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your walls clamped down hard around his thick cock as you cried out, gushing wetly all over him while your whole body shook violently in his grasp. tears of pleasure slipped down your cheeks as you came hard, pussy spasming and squirting around him in messy pulses.
right in the middle of your climax, your eyes flew open and locked onto the figure standing in the doorway.
"sae..?" you gasped in horror.
rin froze mid thrust, buried balls deep inside your spasming cunt. his head snapped toward the door, eyes widening in genuine surprise for a split second.
sae stood there with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a cold, slightly disgusted expression.
for a moment, the room was dead silent except for your heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your pussy still fluttering around rin's cock.
then sae spoke, voice flat and unimpressed.
"you both disgust me. at least have some shame."
he turned and left, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
"what the hell..?" rin stayed frozen for another second, still deep inside you, processing what just happened. then his lips curled into a dangerous, mean smirk. he looked back down at your flushed, embarrassed face and tightened the headlock again.
"anyway, where were we?" he asked, voice low and venomous.
without waiting for an answer, he slammed back into you with a brutal thrust, picking up right where he left off, even harder than before.
"cumming on my cock while my brother watched? you're such a fucking whore,” he snarled, pounding you mercilessly into the mattress. "don't worry...ill make sure you remember who you really belong to."
Isagi Yoichi — caught by bachira
isagi's head was thrown back against the couch, mouth open in a silent moan as you knelt between his spread legs. his chest heaved with every shaky breath, the usually confident striker completely undone by the wet heat of your mouth.
this was his first blowjob and it was overwhelming him completely. your lips stretched around his thick cock, sliding slowly up and down while your tongue pressed flat against the underside. your hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm with your mouth, twisting gently on the way up.
his thighs trembled violently on either side of you, fingers digging so hard into the couch cushions that his knuckles turned white.
"ahh—fuck… baby, that feels so good," he panted, voice hoarse and cracking. "i-i can't—nghh!"
you hummed around his length, the vibration making his cock twitch hard against your tongue. you took him deeper, relaxing your throat until the head bumped the back of it. isagi’s hips jerked up instinctively, a broken whimper escaping his throat as saliva dripped down his shaft and over your fingers.
you pulled back slowly, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive head, teasing the slit where precum was steadily leaking. his cock was flushed dark and glistening, veins pulsing visibly under the wet sheen. you looked up at him through your lashes, loving how wrecked he already looked—flushed cheeks, messy hair, half-lidded eyes glazed with pleasure.
"slow down a little… 'm gonna—" he gasped, trying to warn you, but his words dissolved into another needy moan as you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks.
you pulled off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing tip. "you're doing so well, isagi," you purred, voice low and sweet. your hand kept lazily pumping him, thumb brushing over the slick head.
"just relax and let me take care of you, hm? i want to make your first time feel amazing."
isagi nodded frantically, biting his lip as you dove back down. you took him even deeper this time, nose brushing against his trimmed pubic hair as you swallowed around him. his hand flew to your hair, not pushing, just gripping desperately like he needed something to hold onto while you worked him.
"oh shit—yes, just like that," he groaned, the words tumbling out broken and desperate. you bobbed faster, sucking noisily, letting messy slurping sounds fill the room. one of your hands slid up to gently roll his balls, massaging them as your mouth worshipped every inch of his cock.
isagi's moans grew louder, more shameless. his abs clenched visibly with every deep suck, thighs shaking harder as he fought the urge to thrust into your throat.
"you're so fucking good at this… i'm—i’m really close," he warned, voice cracking. his cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, the veins pulsing faster as his orgasm built.
you whined around him in encouragement, doubling your efforts. you took him as deep as you could, throat contracting around him while your hand stroked the rest in tight, twisting motions. isagi's breathing turned ragged, his head tipping back again as broken whimpers and curses spilled from his lips.
his thighs started shaking harder, muscles jumping under your palms. his grip in your hair tightened, hips stuttering as he teetered right on the edge.
"baby—fuck, i'm gonna cum—"
right as isagi’s moans turned into broken, high-pitched whimpers and his cock started pulsing wildly on your tongue, the door to the shared room swung open.
"heya isagi! wanna go—WHOA!"
bachira stood in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers. he took in the full scene: you on your knees with isagi's cock buried in your mouth, isagi's flushed face and messy hair, his pants around his ankles.
isagi's eyes snapped open in panic. "bachira?"
bachira's cheeks instantly turned bright red. his usual energy vanished, replaced by pure flustered embarrassment. he slapped both hands over his mouth.
"oh i didn't see anything... i did...but uhm, sorry!!"
he spun around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet and bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
the room fell silent for a second.
isagi was still rock hard in your mouth, throbbing desperately. his face was burning crimson with embarrassment, but the sudden shock and adrenaline seemed to push him right to the edge.
"oh god..fuck," his voice broke off into a desperate moan as his hips jerked.
you started again, cutting him off. you sucked him deeper and isagi came instantly with a loud, broken groan. thick spurts of cum flooded your mouth as he trembled and panted through his orgasm, overwhelmed from both the pleasure and the mortifying interruption.
you swallowed everything, gently pulling off with a soft pop and wiping the corner of your mouth with a blush. isagi slumped back on the couch, chest heaving, looking completely dazed.
"...i think we sacred him.." he mumbled, covering his red face with both hands.
you climbed onto his lap and kissed his cheek with a grin.
"at least you finally got your first blowjob."
isagi peeked at you through his fingers, still flushed. "yeah..it was amazing."
Hyoma Chigiri — caught by his sis
chigiri had your thighs spread wide on his bed, his long red hair tickling the insides of your legs as he ate you out like a man starved.
his tongue moved with elegant precision. slow, teasing licks followed by firm, hungry strokes that had you gripping the sheets tightly.
"hyo..that feels so good," you moaned, one hand tangled in his silky hair.
he hummed against your cunt, the vibration making your hips twitch. his hands held your thighs open as he licked deeper, sucking gently on your clit before flicking his tongue over it rapidly. he was a natural—attentive, passionate, and devastatingly good with his mouth.
"you taste so sweet," he murmured, voice slightly husky. he looked up at you with those sharp, beautiful eyes, lips glistening with your arousal. "i could do this for hours.."
he leaned back in, sucking your clit into his mouth while sliding two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. your back arched off the bed, moans growing louder and needier.
"hyoo! hah—im so close, please,"
he doubled down, tongue working faster, fingers pumping steadily. your thighs started trembling around his head as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.
just as your orgasm was about to crash over you, the door to his bedroom opened.
"hyoma? have you seen my..." chigiri's sister paused mid sentence, eyes widening.
she was holding a towel around her wet hair, clearly fresh out of the shower. "i wanted to borrow your conditioner, but..oh."
you let out a mortified squeak and tried to close your legs, but chigiri's grip kept them open for another second before he finally lifted his head.
his sister's face turned bright red. "i-i didn't know you had someone over, my bad!"
chigiri wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, surprisingly calm despite the situation, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks.
"it's fine..just leave, please?"
his sister nodded quickly, clearly flustered. "right! sorry again! carry on or whatever.."
she rushed out and closed the door behind her.
you covered your face with both hands, dying from embarrassment. "oh my god..your sister just saw you eating me out i wanna die."
chigiri let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled your hands away from your face. his eyes were still dark with lust.
"she'll survive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "let's continue?"
he lowered his head again, tongue sliding back through your folds as if nothing happened. " no dying yet, i still haven't made you cum and 'm not stopping until i do three times."
"hah—hyo!"
Megruru Bachira — caught by rin
bachira had you bent over the desk in his room, pounding into you from behind.
he was in one of his feral moods—fucking you hard and fast, hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock stretched you open perfectly with every deep stroke.
"so tight and warm," he says breathlessly, leaning over your back. "i love how you squeeze me when i go deep like this.."
"meg..ahh! slow down a little!" you moaned, gripping the edge of the desk as he railed you. the desk creaked loudly under the force of his thrusts.
"aw baby, but you feel so good!" he pouts playfully, before suddenly changed angles and started hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "i wanna to hear more of those cute sounds..yeah, good girl."
his pace turned relentless, hips snapping against your ass as he fucked you. one of his hands snaked around to rub your clit, making your legs shake.
"gonna cum meg, 'm gonna cum!" you cried out.
"hah—shit, cum for me baby," he groans, thrusting harder.
your orgasm hit hard. you cried out, cun clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through you. bachira groaned at the feeling, still pounding into you without slowing down, chasing his own high with that signature wild energy.
then the door slammed open.
"what the hell is this noise—?" rin stopped dead in the doorway, eyes widening in pure disgust.
bachira's hips stuttered for a second as he looked over at rin, still buried deep inside your twitching cunt. a big, mischievous grin spread across his flushed face.
"oh rin! wanna join?" he said cheerfully, giving one lazy thrust into you just to make you whimper.
rin's face twisted in horror and annoyance. "ew. you're disgusting. both of you. i can hear you from down the hall."
you buried your face in your arms on the desk, mortified, still full of bachira's cock and dripping from your orgasm.
bachira only grins, clearly unbothered. "we were? aw..my bad,"
"shut up," rin snapped, cheeks slightly red. "lock the damn door next time, idiot."
he turned around sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
the second the door closed, bachira looked down at you. "hm..make more noise for me okay? let them all here."
stealing your husband’s chocolate and finding out it was laced with an aphrodisiac!
[content: MDNI, crack smųt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukuna’s sour but then he’s sweet]
Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.
“Kuna, please—harder,” you cry out.
“I’m going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,” he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. “THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.”
“I’m sorry! Fuck!! I didn’t know!”
“There was a note saying DON’T eat it—you just didn’t give a shit because you’re a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,” he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so he’d stop groveling over his ex. It’s been 6 fucking months, he’s tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enough—he needs to go out and sleep with someone.
And now Jin’s never going to shut up. Sukuna doesn’t even want to look at you right now—let alone reward your behavior with dick.
“And now you’re cryin’ like it’s my fuckin’ fault.” It’s him who should be crying right now. “It’s simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so you’d keep your grubby little hands off them. Why can’t you just be normal and go in my wallet?? Fuck—Arch that back some more.” He cracks his palm over your ass. “Yeah, hike it up nice and high.”
“I can’t!” It feels like it’s about to break with all the weight he’s putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.
He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. “Do you want to cum?”
“…yes,” you whimper.
“Then fucking arch it.”
You sniffle. “Okay.”
He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.
“Yeahh—stay right there,” his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that won’t stop screaming for his attention.
It has his attention now.
The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.
“F-fuckk!” you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.
“So fuckin’ spoiled.” He complains, but just barely. “C’mon brat—you’ve been working me like a fuckin’ dog, give it to me already.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t believe you. You sound like you’re in heaven right now. “Mmhh—I love you so much.” His scowl deepens. “So, so much—you’re so fucking big.“
“Tch.” He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until you’re up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. “I don’t want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckin’ cock already. Or should I just stop?”
“No, no don’t! Please! I’m trying, I swear,” you begin to plead with the man.
“Try harder.” Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. “Jesus Christ—you need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.”
“It’s not my fault,” you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.
“You poor thing,” he hums. “Probably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?”
His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. “Mhm—I thought about it all day.”
“Well aren’t you sweet,” he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. “You got what you wanted, too. I’ve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?”
“I… I don’t know—“
“Of course you fuckin’ don’t.” He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. “Want me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?”
“Please.”
“Give me what I want then. If these sheets aren’t soaked by the time I’m about to cum again, I’m pulling out and finishing on your face,” he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You don’t get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. “Heh—let’s see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.”
And he knows you don’t deserve it—any of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasons—getting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like you’re gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldn’t say today.
"Yeahhh, that’s it, baby—fuuuuck—takin’ it so good.” He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. “C’mon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to do—don’t let some fuckin’ asshole finish on your sweet little face.”
Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent “want it inside,” just made it better worse.
“I will, I’ll give you so fuckin’ much if you just give me one—just one. Easy. Shit—I’ll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but that doesn’t matter when it’s what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, that’s—fuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheart—good fuckin’ job. Fuck.”
Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.
He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if you’re actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.
The peace is only lasts four steps until it’s completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.
A/N: inspired by the manwha ‘Childhood Friend Complex’
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI.
satoru never liked using his brain too much when it came to relationships. people came in and out of his life and he just went with it. so knowing you for twenty-two years now was natural to him. your moms were best friends so it was just a thing to always see you. you were comfortable, he didn’t have to do anything. you argued and fought but it was never anything serious aftet a week. yes the longest you’ve argued was exactly seven days and you made up after that. why? because that was just how your relationship was.
so how did he end up here, watching your face twist in absolute pleasure as you cried for him to be more gentle….did it just happen or was it the small things…?
“wanna go eat?” satoru easily leaned against you as you studied.
your jaw clenched. “ow!” you dramatically snap, elbowing him in the gut. “get off me.”
“ow!” he grits his teeth, shoving you so you slid slightly off the bench.
“you’re so annoying, seriously!—“ you kicked him, completely throwing him off the bench. neither of you caring about the students passing around campus staring at you. his nerve twitched aggressively on his forehead making you break out laughing, only for him to grab the back of your shirt and yank you down. the one thing he did easily was cup the back of your head so it wouldn’t slam against the concrete. “what the hell!” you yell, not even noticing that little gesture.
“are you on your period or something, why’re you so mean today!” he shouts, rubbing his side.
but he notices you sitting up, slapping your hands to your face as you start shaking with frustration. “I’m just studying.” you fake gag, to which he jumps back. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this exam! It’s so bad! LIKE REALLY BAD!!!” satoru sits back on his hands as he listens to your crying rant until you’re sitting across from each other eating cheap pizza.
“stop i like these,” satoru tries to slap your hand away as you pick the olives from his pizza.
“no i like them more, stop being a baby,” you huff when he grabs your wrist and eats your whole finger taking the olive. you jerk back in disgust, he’s laughing as you wipe your hand on his shirt. “disgusting.”
because it was disgusting. you never thought about satoru, other than the fact that he was an annoying parasite that you doubt will ever leave your life. people doubted your friendship. it started in middle school when the question of if you like each other first came up. you both almost threw up at even being asked that question. but eventually it turned into even more of nuance, especially with the women that whispered about satoru, people highly doubted something platonic can be around someone that beautiful. but even so, nothing changed.
even as it came to the last year of university, all you could do was focus on your studies and the growing anxiety of graduating and actually finding a job. satoru was just someone that you spent a lot of time with. that’s it.
“you have to!” your friend, noah, groans, glaring at you as you both sit in the computer lab editing your final films.
“stopppp I don’t have time for this,” you whine, crying on the table as you push her face away from you.
your other friends take their headphones off as they join the conversation. and that conversation is about your nonexistent sex life.
your head falls back on the chair, staring up at the ceiling.
“just lose it tonight.” noah grabs your hand.
you glare at her, “ya definitely with the boyfriend I don’t have?”
“with anyone!”
you frown.
“everyone does it. seriously the first is just the ice breaker then you can do it with someone you actually like. the first guy just has to be attractive,” shoko — who’s not even a film student but is just here to bother you guys — says.
you whine, covering your ears because you already know how hot your face is and this was the only way you can preserve some of your dignity. “i…I don’t wanna talk about this.” you flush even more hiding in your shirt.
“why, do you want it to be romantic with rose petals everywhere—“
“no!” you blurt. “I-i just want it with someone i can trust…I don’t want anyone seeing me naked.”
“you’re such a baby. I’ve seen you naked a billion times, you’ve got a great body!—“
“I ate a lot during thanksgiving!” you whine, “no one is gonna like that, and I don’t have pretty lingerie—“
noah goes quiet as does shoko because standing by the door is satoru, his lips between his teeth, desperately trying to stifle his laughter.
you notice their eyes and glance up.
your vein snaps the second he breaks out laughing. tears fill his eyes as he cries, it was almost painful how much he’s laughing. “shut up!” you stand up, punching him hard in the stomach.
he buckles over, gasping, but it turns into more laughing on the ground. your jaw clenches, as you grab the back of his collar and pull him along with you. “shut the fuck up!” you groan as he continues laughing.
but eventually you end up at his apartment eating his moms cookies, because she of course gave them to him to give to you.
“do you have something to drink….like alcohol or something?” you mutter, stuffing your face in the kitchen.
satoru raises a brow, “since when do you drink?”
“UGHHHHHH can I do anything anymore!”
satoru cringes. “what the fuck…” he grabs some vodka, soda and two cups. the second he pours them together you snatch it from him and chug the entire thing. you slam the cup on the table.
you stare at him.
he stares back. his brow quirks.
“have you had sex?”
your question definitely flew out of your mouth faster than you could think, but then again, it’s just satoru so who cares.
he sighs, relaxing on the stool grabbing his own cup. you watch him as he takes a long time pouring himself a drink, then watch him slowly drink it. your eyes narrow in annoyance until he meets your eyes.
“i don’t wanna talk about it.”
your nose scrunches. “so you haven’t.” you roll your eyes.
“no! I didn’t say that!” he screeches, whining even more when you shrug him off grabbing some more alcohol to empty your brain.
“everyone’s obsessed with having sex. but guess what! not all of us can do it that easy! i have—i have….” you grab your head, screaming internally as you whine. he watches in amusement, you’ve gotten drunk a couple of times and it always made you do the stupidest shit which you’d regret the very next day.
“I don’t wanna hear it—“
“whatever,” you continue drinking. the topic changing with your mood as you both start bickering again then laughing, but you’re getting even more drunk. and maybe worse than you was satoru. satoru was now thinking about what you were going to say earlier. you have what? you have…needs? expectations?….but that made him start thinking about who would be your first. would they be a nice guy or a mean guy? would you kiss him? would you let them kiss you? what if they use you? what if they break your heart? what if they hurt you…
“fuck I’m drunk,” he grumbles out loud. glancing up at you who is scrolling through your phone. “what’re you doing?”
“huh?” you look up eyes heavy before going back to your phone. “noah and me are going on a blind date tomorrow with some guys.”
“what?!” he shouts, eyes wide. “are you horny or something?! just touch yourself to that ugly ass mma dude with the scar on his mouth—don’t sell your body!”
“I’m not selling anything,” you mutter lazily, still drunk texting your friend to confirm the date. “and nothings gonna happen, I’m not that easy.” you glare at him to which he rolls his eyes, yeah yeah.
satoru was many things. truly. but spying on your date was not one of them. it was an honest coincidence that him and suguru passed by a restaurant and he noticed you sitting by the window. he didn’t even think twice before slamming his hands against the glass scaring the living shit out of you.
you and noah both scream. but the second you recognize the idiot he’s already laughing, rubbing his face on the glass as if he isn’t the one getting all the germs on him. you flip him off and bang on the glass making him jump back laughing harder.
“leave,” you groan when he comes inside standing in front of the table as suguru stands a couple feet away giving you an amused wave. “take him with you.”
“what! I wanna eat here too, is that a crime?? you don’t own the place,” he smiles at you, only for you to scrunch your face in ugly annoyance, especially because it was embarrassing for him to see you on this stupid blind date. you stand up, apologizing to the men as you grab him by the collar pulling him with you.
he coughs, “you’re choking me.”
“I’m not,” you sigh when you manage to get him outside. your lips part as you cover your face suddenly.
his eyes go wide. “woah, i was just messing around, don’t be upset—“
“is this embarrassing?” you mutter through your hands. his brow rises, eyes growing even more when he sees your eyes peak between your fingers, almost seeing the steam coming off your face. what’s with this reaction? why did you kinda look cute?
“is it embarrassing that I’m going on a blind date with randos and I’m in my senior year of college?”
“it’s more embarrassing that you’re embarrassed,” you cover your face again.
you whine, “I know! I’m so nervous, this feels so weird.” you feel so out of your comfort zone. It’s never been hard to talk to people or guys, but in a setting where it’s a date, it was so foreign. “I’m gonna die alone, satoru.”
“ya probably,” he laughs, but then you lean your head against his chest.
“don’t say that,” you mutter. “I can do this.” unbeknownst to satoru who’s suddenly realizing that you actually want to be in a relationship with someone. maybe he shouldn’t be so mean then.
he pats your head. growing even more conflicted when he squints to see the guys you’re having dinner with. you weren’t the naive type, that’s unless it came to relationships and actually engaging with the opposite sex romantically. i mean he can still remember the first time a guy hugged you back in elementary school. the way you were having fun playing jump rope during recess and some boy suddenly stood in front of you stopping the game and then hugged you out of nowhere. you started screaming and hitting him back which resulted in you standing outside the principals office and satoru laughed.
albeit you were still young then so you didn’t know that meant that boy liked you. if he was to remember something more recent then maybe the time you went to the amusement park as a group and satoru knew for a fact one of his friends liked you. and yet the entire time you were absolutely dumb as a brick. laughing and having fun with him not realizing you were basically matching his energy until he tried to lean for a kiss and you backed away stumbling into satoru. it turned into a very awkward moment and satoru’s friend saying that you were leading him on. and now you’re here saying you want a serious relationship but could never take a hint even if it slapped you in the face?
satoru takes a deep breath. patting your head by accident. you look up, eyes so bright under the moonlight that it leaves him momentarily speechless. woah.
he looks away. rather too quickly to be subtle that you lean on your tippy toes grabbing his face with your hands.
“what is it?” you’re staring into his soul.
“nothing!” he tries to pull your wrists away, but why were your hands so soft against his cheek and strong?
“you just stared at me then jerked your head away. what were you thinking??”
“nothing! I just didn’t wanna see you cry like an ugly baby again!”
“I wasn’t crying!” you whine loudly, shoving him.
“you so were.”
“no!”
“yaaa!”
that went on for a couple seconds until you gave up with a scoff. “go, you’re so annoying.”
“gladly.”
satoru turns sharply, only to look over his shoulder again, you were walking back to the restaurant, his eyes skim down your outfit. you were wearing a pretty cute skirt, something he’d rarely ever seen you wear. you were always afraid of the wind or running and your skirt lifting up so you rarely wore them. but he’s never seen this one before, it was a cute black one. he’d definitely be all over it if it wasn’t you who was wearing it. you with your surprisingly soft hands, and big doe eyes. were your thighs just as soft? would they fill his palms if he squeezes them?
his mind easily remembered the question you asked him yesterday. have you ever had sex? why’re you thinking about things like that? is that why you’re on this blind date? did you wanna fuck one of these guys? if he was thinking about how nice the skirt made your thighs look, what’s stopping those guys from thinking the same thing—
“here.”
you pause as you feel satoru tie his jacket around your waist.
“it’s not cold.”
“whatever, take it, it doesn’t match my outfit anyways.” he lies, and you shrug taking it aggressively, trying to say you’re still annoyed by him as you walk inside. that’s when satoru steps in again, grabbing your wrist gently.
“don’t drink too much.”
“okay, dad,” you scoff.
satoru mimics you before rolling his eyes. “I’m just being considerate, idiot. you’re the one that says you wanna wake up early this entire week to finish editing.” you fall silent, frowning as you pucker your lips.
“ya ya.” you give in.
however even though he told you not to drink, that didn’t stop him from worrying. especially when he was in a private karaoke suite with a bunch of hot women and suguru.
“she’s probably still out with those uglies,” satoru mutters, knee bouncing as one of the other girls gets up to sing. that’s when satoru notices she’s wearing the same skirt as you, but it’s not nearly as fitting on her as it was on you.
suguru raises the can to his lips. “if you’re so worried, call her.”
“we’re in a fight right now. she has to call me first.” he crosses his arms leaning back into the couch, legs spread wide.
“how’re you fighting?”
“we just are.”
suguru met satoru in middle school. he was also one of the kids that assumed satoru had a crush on you or was dating you. how would he know? the two of you were inseparable. but the confirmation you two weren’t dating, only opened more stupid thoughts in suguru’s head, such as: you will date in the future then. but that idea became spotty. he no longer understood your relationship especially during high school and especially in college. you were childhood friends since birth, you knew basically everything about each other, both of you swearing up and down that you can’t stand to look at the other, both of you almost throwing up (no joke) when you were put in a closet for seven minutes in heaven back in eleventh grade….and yet satoru seems to have a very specific type.
satoru arrived back at his apartment pretty late. but nonetheless as he leaned back into his bed after a nice shower he easily opened up his phone and scrolled to his messages where suguru sent him another video on x.
“fuck.”
satoru teased himself over his shorts as he watched the explicit video of a girl laying on her back, legs spread as she’s getting fingered while sucking her lover off. it was one of the many videos satoru would watch, even asking suguru to send him more videos of women that look like her. it was subconscious. the sudden spark that would ignite in him when he’d watch videos of women that look like this. he didn’t know why, but that didn’t stop him from tightening his grip on his cock as he tugged and squeezed his painful dick.
his eyes were growing heavy as he felt the arousal buildup, his fat cock desperately wanting to release but then—
BUZZ BUZZ
his breath hitched seeing your face on his screen.
why the fuck are you FaceTiming him?? he clicks decline. cheeks flush as he tries to get in the mood again, but you’re calling again. he declines. that’s when a rapid number of texts start coming one after the other. your messages were spotty. broken words, the sentences weren’t even making sense except for a couple that would say ‘answer’ or in all caps ‘HELLOOOO’ .
his blood level is spiking, cheeks flooding red seeing your stupid face on his screen again that he finally answers.
“WHAT?!”
you’re walking outside, brows pinched as you finally see his face fill your screen.
“i drank too much. and missed the last train…come, satoruu.” you’re whining and throwing a tantrum as you plead with him.
his throat bobs as he sees you squat by a bench. your neckline dipping to show a little of your cleavage and he accidentally squeezes his cock. a choked grunt escapes his lips as you frown even more. your cute face scrunching and your cheeks flushed adorably, fuck you looked completely wasted.
“why is your face all red?”
his heart stops. “it’s not.”
“your face is all flushed.”
“no. you’re just fucking drunk.”
you frown, “come get me, please please pleaseee”
….fucking idiot.
your eyes light up as you see the familiar motorcycle pull up. you bounce up to your feet, with a huge smile as the rain pours down, you were using his jacket as a cover as you run over to him. “satoru!” you cry, hugging him tight as he pats your back, annoyed.
it took almost an hour for him to find you because you had no idea where you were. he couldn’t even go to the restaurant because you all went to another bar, but you weren’t paying attention to the name when you walked in and after you all walked by the water before everyone went their separate ways. so satoru was driving around the entire city, growing annoyed by each passing second, especially when your phone died and it started raining.
“what happened to that fucking portable charger you used with my money?”
“i lent it to noah,” you lean against his leg as thunder starts cracking above pouring even more. you definitely were wearing the worst outfit for the rain. your skirt was dripping wet, stinking to your thighs, and as for the baby blue blouse that was tied with two dingy strings in the back, well it was sticking to your very full chest so that he could see your black bra so easily through the thin material.
his cheeks went hot.
“get on,” he pulls the extra helmet out from the seat handing it to you. it fit perfectly, considering that when he bought the motorcycle he also bought two helmets. one for him and one for you.
you’re a little unsteady, his hand holding your arm as you slip his jacket on, and climb behind him. your stomach growling. “im hungry.”
“shut up.”
he makes sure your arms are secure around his torso. “don’t let go.”
“obviously.” you huff, squeezing tighter as you come closer to him, he can feel you shivering behind him as more rain pours down. he’s silent as he starts his engine again his hand giving yours a squeeze. in response you squeeze back, signaling that you’re ready.
the city was still awake as you drove. your eyes bright under the mask as you looked at the lights. your mind so in the clouds that you didn’t even regret drinking so much, even though it was still pouring, you felt so alive. you were so lost in your head that you even pushed back that feeling you felt earlier. especially after what happened at the bar…
“are you okay?” satoru yells as he feels you squeeze him a little tighter,
you hum, before realizing that he can’t hear you. “ya!” your sing song voice has him laughing, driving just a little faster. he didn’t think about the satisfying feeling that stirred inside him when you pressed yourself fully against his back. your thighs squeezed the seat, as you came closer to him, moving your arms from his torso to stretch your arms out.
satoru was quick to grab your arm and put it back around his torso, gripping your wrist tight:
“idiot!”
you laugh as he drives faster the rain was lighting up, no longer pouring like before. you yell for him to go faster and he does just a little almost running a red light before stopping at the next one. this gave him the chance to look over his shoulder.
“i told you not to move.”
“i was stretching, idiot.”
he tsks, “same thing.” your arms wrap around his torso fully as you press your chest against his shoulder blades, whining in the helmet. “don’t fucking cry.”
“im not crying. my clothes are all soaked because of the seat and my panties are wet too now!”
what the fuck?! satoru mentally screams, are you dumb? you can’t say things like that to him. he’s still a man at the end of the day. asking him about sex, wearing a short skirt. you’re you! the stupid idiot that’s been stuck by his side since practically ever. but now there is an explicit image in his head of your panties being soaked to transparency. were they black like your bra. what if they’re blue like your blouse? and now they’re so wet from the rain and sitting on his seat that it’s stuck to your folds—
“s-shut up!” he stammers, so hyperaware of your proximity that he feels his lower stomach burning up. your legs were all wet and your thighs were pressing into his side.
satoru wanted to drive faster to finally get you away from him, but he was also aware of your safety.
“finally!” you sigh, arms in the air as he parks his motorcycle in front of his high end apartment complex. “help me.”
satoru sighs, taking off his helmet and turning in the seat to help you. your leg casually moves on his thigh as he tilts your chin up, undoing the clip. he can feel your eyes on him under the mask, but his own mistakenly drift down to your skirt which was lifted high up your thigh revealing a glimpse of your very soaked panties.
you take the helmet off. your eyes blinking as satoru remains sitting, turning away from you. “let’s go inside, I’m hungry.” you move off the bike as satoru still remains seated ,his hand covering his face. your brow quirks. “satoru.” you move to touch his shoulder when he grabs your wrist. your eyes wide. “woah, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
he lets go, grabbing his helmet and going inside.
sometimes he thanks god that there is no such thing as mind readers. because if their was one, he’d definitely be labeled as a fucking pervert. the image of your panties was imprinted in the front of his brain as he replayed that image over and over. have you ever had sex? your stupid question sent him into a spiral. who’s gonna be the one to see your panties? were they gonna treat you well? would he treat you well? would they peal your panties to the side and see your wet glistening pussy—
“satoru, go make some ramen,” you push him into the kitchen. your arms stretching above your head as you groan. “i had such a long day. I’ll need to get up early tomorrow too. I don’t think i can.”
the way you were talking sounds like you’ve sobered up some more. you were still pretty hyper and in a good mood, which he found interesting. that’s when he finally asked about your date.
“oh it was good. he’s an architecture major. they’re always doing projects and their classes are just as long as my film classes,” satoru hums. “oh i should call my mom. i told her I’d tell her when I’m home.”
satoru doesn’t even respond because you’re stupid date is now on his mind. did you tell him about your projects too? but you usually brainstorm with him. you probably didn’t. you don’t know how to talk to guys anyways. but you still looked to be in a good mood. satoru poured the ramen into two bowls as he dropped a hard boiled egg in each. “here you go.”
he places your bowl in front of you. he glances up and his heart nearly stops.
your eyes are wide as you stare at his phone screen and he knew exactly what you were looking at because he could hear it. the lewd sounds of some girl choking on a guys cock and the squelching of her pussy as she’s getting finger-fucked to tears, even the clap of his palm hitting her pussy rang in his ears and made him see bright pink—
“christ, y/n!” satoru yanks his phone from your grasp as he x’s out. his ears were bright red. as he feels his face unbelievably flushed. “what the hell.”
satoru can’t even bare to look up to see your face and wait to hear your loud laugh. but he still does. his eyes go wide.
you’re not laughing. your eyes were down as you stared at your lap and your hands balled into fists around your wet skirt. you looked like the most flustered person in the world. satoru felt another wave of pink wash his face as he stared at you’re flustered face. he can’t remember ever seeing that reaction from you.
“sorry.” you finally mutter. “i was just gonna text my mom. but i opened and um…yea.”
satoru felt even more embarrassed just hearing you explain and apologize.
“it’s fine. just eat.”
he shoves your bowl closer to you as he also starts shoving his face. you awkwardly take the chopsticks and start eating. the sound of your slurping echos in the living room which made your mind wander back to what just happened and the tension only grew. satoru grabbed the remote and turned on the most random show you both have seen before just to fill the awkward silence.
you felt so sober. like the video snapped you back to sanity that even you could process what you’d seen.
“do you watch porn a lot?”
satoru chokes. he coughs violently, glancing at you. “shut up.”
“it’s just a question.” you huff.
satoru keeps his eyes on the tv, “it’s a stupid fucking question.”
“you didn’t even bother swiping out, kinda makes it seem like you watch it a lot.”
“I don’t!” satoru’s face is bright red, almost flaring so bright he might catch on fire. you feel overwhelmed seeing him like this, especially when he runs a hand through his hair almost pulling at it.
but a few more minutes pass. after you finish your food. the next episode playing, and you open your mouth again.
“she kinda looks like me..”
“huh?”
“the girl in the video kinda looks like me.”
satoru snickers, loudly. you narrow your eyes. “no she doesn’t.”
“ya she does, her hair is the same and she’s the same size as me too-“
satoru rolls his eyes shaking his head, what kind of assumption even is that? “her boobs are much bigger than yours.”
“they literally aren’t!”
“oh ya? then prove it!”
“fine!”
it seems that both of you have lost some brain cells, because your arms are pulling at the wet strings of your blouse, tossing it off, leaving you in your tight skimpy black bra. satoru swallows thickly as he feels his cheeks flush again. your skin was damp, and your chest was heaving slightly from the fueled fight.
“same size.”
satoru leans his chin in his hand. eyes looking at your chest. “I can’t see.”
fuck, he really is a pervert. it’s you for crying out loud. just yell at him and call him a fucking weirdo. but instead you’re grumbling and moving your arms behind your back, unclasping the material until your bra is landing on your lap letting your full tits hang out. satoru’s hand envelopes his chin and mouth as he stares. your nipples were pretty, his mouth salivating as they turned hard.
“now you can’t say anything.” you feel warm. you want to cover yourself, but he was staring so hard, he’s never stared this hard before. and at you nonetheless. it was making you feel warm all over.
satoru rubs his chin, his chest was hammering as he felt so fucking confused. you look so fucking hot, and your eyes were not looking away from him.
“satoru?”
“hmm?”
“admit it.”
he grins, “admit what?”
“that the girl looks like me.”
“what girl?”
“the one in the video!” you slap his chest, and he’d slap you back if he didn’t catch the way your boobs bounced slightly from the action.
he leaned forward, hand placed in front as his hand moves to your tit. “the girl in the video doesn’t have this.” his thumb brushes a small mole under your nipple, one that he’s never seen before.
you hold his wrist, confused. you’re always confused, but never about satoru. no he was the only thing you’re ever sure about. you knew everything about him, seriously everything. but you don’t know about his sex life, or that he watches porn, or what kind of face he’s making right now…you didn’t want to admit it, but you liked not knowing something about him.
“what?” your head tilts, wet hair swaying that satoru can’t help but smile nervously.
“you have a couple moles here,” he’s staring up at you. still leaning against his arm. his eyes fall down to your perky tits. “let me…” his words are stopped by his own actions. his lips wrapping around your nipple sucking gently.
you gasp in shock, hand falling behind you as the other touches his shoulder. his lips suck like a greedy baby until it feels like he’s kissing you and swirling his tongue around the bud. “s-satoru…” you gasp in pleasure. “what’re you doing?” your fist tightens on his shirt.
he’s not drunk. but his head is filled with heat, his lips can’t stop attacking your boobs. fuck he loved hearing your little gasp, and sucking your nipple was making him so fucking turned on. he wanted more.
you whine under your breath, gently pushing his shoulder back away from your chest until his lips unattach, leaving a string of spit connecting his lower lip and your nipple. “you’re being weird.” you’re slightly out of breath, especially when you’re staring down at your best friend, his face completely flushed and his eyes darker than usual. “it’s not fair that you’re seeing me like this.”
“you’re the one who wanted to compare,” satoru snickers, sitting up. “are you embarrassed?”
“no.” you frown, moving to cover your tits up but he moves to grab your chin, his thumb caressing your cheek unexpectedly.
“we didn’t finish comparing?”
you raise a brow, only to feel satoru moves his arms around your waist pulling you forward letting you fall back, catching yourself with your arms. “wait, what’re you—satoru!”
fuck. his eyes were big, staring between your spread legs. your panties were still wet and completely transparent that he felt himself grow more pre-cum into his boxers.
“I’m surprised you didn’t wanna change,” he’s almost mumbling, dragging his hands across your thighs, squeezing the flesh making you flush deep. you move a hand to his shoulder again, especially when he leans down, kissing your sternum. it was surreal hearing the sounds of his lips leave wet kisses across your breasts. your legs were spreading unconsciously the more he leaned down, his hand rubbing your thighs.
“you never wear low tops, is it because of your tits?” he laughs against your skin, making your cheeks hot.
“you’re not being fair,” you push him back, sitting up.
he frowns, “what?”
once you’re sat, your hand moves down under his shirt. you immediately feel his abs, your cheeks grow warm as you caresses his skin. “do you jerk off a lot?”
his head falls back. “quit asking about that.”
“why?”
“because I don’t wanna tell you.”
“but why?”
“because!”
“because why?!”
“because it’s fucking nasty, you don’t need to hear it!”
your eyes narrow. his cheeks are red and his own brows are creased together. you lean forward, hand going up his chest, until it rests on his sternum. “you never talk about sex….are you a prude or something?”
his jaw clenches, swallowing thickly as he feels your hand push his shirt up, helping him take it off. seeing your satoru so flustered was making you jittery. since when was he so cute and fucking hot. his body was definitely bigger than the average guy. was he always this big? i mean you were taller when you were younger but he basically hit the ceiling in eighth grade and just got taller since. but for some reason you didn’t notice him building so much muscle. “did you get bigger?”
his eyes stare at every move you’re doing. “ya I guess,” he took up mma earlier this year too for no apparent reason. “you like?”
you hum, “it’s hot.” you eye his firm abs, your legs squeezing together as you watch the way his stomach flexes, your finger circling his nipple.
“shit.” your lips connect with his nipple, sucking gently making him jump. you hum around him in pleasure as he lets you suck for a couple seconds before pulling you off. his face beat red, holding your shoulder back. “what’re you doing??”
“I’m just doing what you did?”
were you really clueless?
“you…” he feels so flustered, the way your cute lips wrapped around his nipple, arching over him as you sucked. “i can only do that.”
“why? i liked it, so i did it to you??” you were annoyed with him. why is he being so confusing? “what—hey!”
his hand covers your eyes because he couldn’t handle the way you’re staring up at him topless and dumb brained. “stop talking.”
“what’re you—“ his lips brush yours, hesitating for a second before kissing you.
you’re frozen, lips part as he continues kissing you. “kiss me back.” he whispers. you feel like burning through your skin as you kiss him back. his hand still over your eyes as he kisses your bottom lip, sucking it, only for you to hold his wrist . fuck you’re so submissive.
you pull away, lips wet as you remove his hand. his eyes flick down to your chest as you stare up at him.
“how was it?”
your cheeks are so cute and full, and he almost has to bite his tongue when you lean forward and hold his face. “another one.”
ah fuck. his lips crash into yours again. it was messier this time. your lips felt so inexperienced against his, but feeling your tongue try and play with him and follow his lead had him yearning for more. you’re so cute. his hand moves to grab your boob again, squeezing it in his palm as you whine, hand moving up to grab his fluffy hair. “ach…toru,” you pant, catching your breath. “I like kissing.”
“i bet.”
you’re still panting, lips grazing his again as you move closer to him, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “have you kissed anyone before?”
why’re you asking him these questions?!
“it doesn’t matter.”
you’re so drunk off his lips that you kiss him again and again. his arms move to wrap around you, hoisting you on his lap as you pant, hands holding his cheeks as he feels your ass. his mind was going crazy as his palms groped you. your cheeks were so soft as he kneaded the flesh.
you wanted more….why have you never experienced this before? and satoru was here the whole time. if you knew he would be here you should’ve brought it up sooner. wait…what’re you thinking? should you be doing this? this isn’t something you should do with him—
“satoru,” your arms wrap around his shoulders, face hot as you press yourself against his chest. dodging his lips so it connects with your cheek.
he groans, the deep low rumble making you flush. “don’t turn away from me.” he huffs, grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together.
you squirm, hitting his forearm as you shake your head, but he just laughs. “stoph hit.” he laughs even more as you talk with your cheeks squished until you start pulling his hair, hard.
“ack!” he winces as you tug harshly making him loosen his grip on your face and reach for his head. you’re laughing, until you feel something hard between your legs.
your face bursts with heat as you freeze. satoru grunts, yanking your wrist from his hair. he then notices your tense body, your eyes looking down at your seat. he immediately realizes what’s going on and feels more heat rush to his head. “are you gonna do something?”
your words had him staring at you with wide eyes. “oh um ya.”
he does a cautious roll of his hips, pushing his bulge against your wet panties, the feeling wasn’t foreign. you’ve touched yourself more than once, but it definitely was different. you had more of a reaction, especially as you smelled his aroma. you’ve never been affected by his scent till now. you remember all through middle school when you’d both finish soccer practice, but satoru reeked like no other. especially when he’d come back from jujutsu practice in high school and would purposely bother you. however seeing his face so flush now, and the small beads of sweats sent a new kind of pleasure flooding between your legs.
“can you take your pants off?”
his throat bobs as he hums lifting his hips up as you move to sit next to him watching him shuffle out of his cargo pants. your eyes focused on the prominent outline of his dick through his boxers. he turns back after discarding the annoying material, his breath catches.
you looked so flustered.
his mind was recalibrating. is this a good idea? will this ruin your friendship?
“I’ll take mine off too.” you mutter, only for satoru to almost faint. his hand stretching out to hold your wrist. you glance up, and he immediately realizes how confusing this ordeal is and he doesn’t care. his lips attack yours again. the moan that comes from the back of your throat has him groaning. he cradles your head, tongue playing with yours as you whine, touching his chest as you feel his muscles under your palm. it was electric, the chills that broke across your body as the sudden pulse between your legs the more satoru’s hands squeezed and caressed.
“spread your legs.”
you obey so easily you’re immediately embarrassed. cheeks hot as you stare up at satoru as he licks his lips. your hands fall on your chest, tummy warm as he trails his palm down until his finger plays with the waistband of your panties.
he glances up. “why didn’t you wear any shorts?”
“they were in the laundry…” you flush. satoru hums, still fiddling with your panties, the tension rising even more. you moved to close your legs, but he pushes his body between them, preventing you from achieving your goal. his arm wraps around one of your legs, hoisting it up on his shoulder and kissing your calf.
why the fuck?! your skin broke into a hot mess, eyes dizzy as his thumb caressed your clothed pussy, as he left kisses up your legs. his thumb pushing your transparent panties between your wet folds, smiling at the squeak you let out once he found your clit. “ya look so dumb.” he laughs, making you huff — you cover your face, but his hand reflectively catches your wrist pulling it down.
“you just made fun of me.”
“it was a joke.” he sighs, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “i was just joking, idiot.”
you scoff, moving your hand to grab his hair until he catches it again. your brows pinch in annoyance. why is he suddenly using his strength against you? he’s never like that. satoru liked being messed with, and now that you’re thinking about it, he’s manhandled you a couple times without you even noticing. but why are you suddenly aware of it now?
satoru’s eyes narrow once you turn your face away, closing your eyes. “what the hell?”
“what?”
“why’re you looking away?”
“your face is ugly.”
he scoffs, “so why am I staring at you?”
“cuz im not ugly.”
he laughs loud. “as if.” he notices the vein popping in your head. “lemme see that ugly face.”
his hand grabs your face, once again, forcing you to look at him against your will, your eyes remained shut, so he decided to lean even closer, and lick your eye.
“ew, satoru!” your eyes blink open as you try to wipe your eye, but satoru can only lick your cheek then. even spitting. “what the hell?!” you whine as he continues to litter your face with his salvia. the licks turn into very wet kisses as he licks your ear and cheek, biting your bottom lip and running his tongue over it. you’re initial disgust oddly and quickly, morphes into surprising pleasure. your nails scratching his undercut, dragging them to his damp curls as he grunts in pleasure.
his hips start to rock into you again, it felt even better without his pants. he felt like a dog, so desperate for relief, but also finding more pleasure in the slow burn of it.
“you’re so disgusting,” you sigh into his lips.
his lips curl, “fine by me.” his tongue laps at your lips dramatically, making you flush because you weren’t disgusted by it. “not gonna push me off?” he chuckles.
“no,” you sigh, holding his neck as you pull him to your lips again. your tongue sticks out as he smiles, licking yours as he lets a small amount of spit go into your mouth. you tug his hair, but not in the usual way.
his judgement now completely clouded, he suddenly pushes his body up and grabs your legs easily. your lower half is on his lap giving him easy access to bury his face between your legs.
you gasp, back arching in surprise. “satoru!” you cry, eyes wide as he pushes your panties to the side, kissing your folds. what the fuck is this look? he looked completely hypnotized. eyes drunk as his tongue pushed between your folds, licking a bold strip up to your clit, making your whole body shudder.
“did ya learn this from p-porn?” you gasp, pushing his hair back as he moans into your pussy. your arousal fills his tastebuds as he slurps more.
“stop asking about that.” he groans, especially when you start tugging his hair, but instead of his usual annoyed face, his eyes flutter shut, the tugging egging him on. “taste so good.” he moans, pushing his tongue into your pussy hole as his nails dig into your thighs. the sounds of his lips against your pussy were lewd. your eyes fluttering shut as you felt something inside you. your pussy was drenched, the sweet taste of your arousal coating satoru’s tongue filling his head. his best friend tastes like heaven!
“sa-ah-toru—more, ungh ngh more,” you whine, tugging his hair harder as you buck your hips to meet his lips, eyes hazy as you gasp, moans getting a little more high pitched as satoru sucks your clit into his mouth. he was being greedy, hearing you cry out loudly, pulling his hair hard until you cum.
your legs shake as you press his face against your pussy, feeling him groan, not realizing he was looking at you the entire time until you’re pushing his head back.
“fuck, you’re mean,” he groans rubbing his head from the harsh tugging. your chest is heaving as you stare up at the ceiling. you’ve never cum that hard when you touched yourself. “y/n?”
satoru moves into your line of vision. his face flushed as he stares down at you. his mouth and chin covered in your juices making your pussy clench. fuck his dick really hurts. your hand reaches up, and satoru leans down licking your palm as you wipe the mess off his face. “you’re such a dog,” you tsk. his eyes lighting up as he leans down, kissing your neck.
“but you’re the one being such a good girl,” his words sent a red hot blaze pierce through your veins.
your hand moves to your face covering your mouth as you look away. “s-shut up, dog.”
satoru’s eyes go dark, you were so fucking hot. his arms easily lift your legs up, pulling your skirt and panties off, tossing them aside. you glance up, heart beating rapidly, he was pushing his boxers down—
what the fuck.
s-satoru was big.
fuck, why was he so big?? your tummy felt hot as you reach for his neck. “sat—“ his tongue pushes into your lips, swallowing your words as he pumps his cock, wincing slightly as he drags his tip between your folds making you gasp.
“wrap your arms around me.”
his command was easily obeyed, and in seconds, his arm wraps under your ass lifting you both up. you press your cheek to his as you pant. “he really is strong”.
“i know,” he laughs, making you speechless at the cockiness. fuck he really is a dick. satoru is kissing you nonstop. eyes open as he makes his way to his bathroom, leaning you on the counter, arm still around your waist as he rummages through the cabinet and ripping open the condom box. it was messy. he falls back on the ground where your clothes are and rips the condom open.
“you’re so fucking wet,” he points pushing his tip inside without warning. he’s kneeling with spread legs, holding your thigh and lower back angling your hips up. this was unlike anything ever.
your throat is dry, full of shocked gasps and surprised moans. “w-wait…” your lashes flutter, chest heaving as you stare up at your best friend. “you wanna have sex with me?”
satoru snorts, nails digging into your flesh as he leans over, bending you up so he can be up in your space. “i know you’re slow, dummy.” he bites your cheek. “but we’re both naked right now. I just sucked on your fat tits, and my dick is really fucking hard because of you so ya, we’re gonna have sex.”
“ookay.”
satoru melts.
he buries his face in your neck. your heart beating quicker as he turns his face to your neck as you feel his lips move. “one word?”
“ya. I wanna do it.” satoru trails his lips to your ear. his breath was hot and heavy especially with his annoying dick poking its tip on your clit.
“do you wanna do it with me?”
you can’t pinpoint the reason your heart skipped a beat. but you hum to his question. “please.” you roughly tug his hair up, a groan escapes his lips as he sits up, grabbing your thigh and dragging his cock between your folds. his eyes are laser focused on the first stretch of your hole, pushing his pink tip inside.
you squirm, head turning at the painful stretch. satoru however groans in absolute pleasure, your soft walls squeezing him so beautifully. “fuck you’re amazing.” your tits heave, hand holding his wrist as he drags his cock out and back in. your body feels hot as satoru starts fucking his hips faster, the pace picking up making your body squirm as you whimper.
“s…slow—slow please—“ you reach for his bicep, eyes wide as you feel the stretch sting, a shock running up your spine.
“you’ve never liked anything slow before,” his devilish smile makes you dizzy. you knew satoru was a cocky bastard, but seeing him like this was making your mind cloudy. but he still slides his hand below to the dimple of your lower back, smiling the second he pressed into it making your back arch like a button. “ha good girl.”
“satoru!” you moan out as you feel him slide deeper, his words were mean, like always, but his touch was gentle and intimate.
how else would he handle you? he wasn’t even conscious of it, because he always handled you with care. your soft skin like smooth glass, your whimpers like soft melodies — he wanted to hear you more clearly, his best friend that sounds so fucking hot whimpering and crying because of him. he leaned back lifting your legs up as he kissed your inner knee, pressing his cheek against your leg as he watched the drag of his fat cock disappear into his childhood friends pussy.
your eyes were big and full of bliss as he thrusted into you. your pussy sucking him in with each clap, as he groans. fuck you were beautiful to look at. you pussy crying as he hammered himself deeper into you, his mind going hazy as he saw another side of you. one so intimate it was only fitting for him to see.
“ngh ugh, wha-toru, I’m gonna c-cum!” a sudden glint shot in his eyes, your moans making his stomach flip with excitement as he smiled so big you crashed out.
“s-shit!” he swore loudly— you cried, squeezing him to death as you shook with pleasure. satoru released the coil he was holding back, filling the condom with his hot seed. “didn’t think you’d cum that fast.” he chuckled, pulling out and wrapping the condom and tossing it to the side. you were panting, but you felt his arm lift your legs up, staring down at your messy hole.
he slid your body to the side, it was embarrassing how easy he handles your body. you were a heaving mess, not realizing he was rubbing his raw cock between your folds again. until he grunts a gentle… “take it again.”
your hand shoots out grabbing his forearm, your nails digging into his skin as you gasp, cheeks flush as you look up at him and your breath fucking catches. his cheeks were just as flushed, his chest sweaty and hair pushed back as he gripped your thighs, with one single muscular arm, keeping your legs together and to the side as he kept his own big thighs spread apart as he pressed his still erect dick against you. has he always been this hot?
“you wanna take it again, right?” satoru rests his cheek against your legs, hugging them close like you were the most precious thing in the world.
“h-how can you go again?” you pant, still holding his arm as you glance away from him. suddenly feeling embarrassed by his unwavering gaze.
satoru slides his engorged tip past your folds, rubbing his pre-cum with your slick. “because i thought about being inside you again…” his jaw clenches as pushes in feeling you squirm again. “and ngh fuck it made me wanna fuck you again. feel you clench around me raw.”
you choke as he slides deeper than before. “I wanna see ugh if i can put it-it all in this time—fuck!” satoru throws his head back as he pushes in your tight fucking pussy. keeping your legs together like this was making you even tighter and it felt so delicious.
“y-you put it in before—“
“not all of it, pretty.”
even though your childhood friend’s dick is currently inside you, pulsing and stretching you out in ways you couldn’t even imagine, the thing that made your skin break into a hot mess was hearing that one silly nickname. “shit, you’re squeezing me to death, pretty girl,” satoru chokes as you clench around him again. “fuck.”
you’re burying your face to the side, face hot as satoru grips your legs, abs clenching as he feels your gummy walls tighten around him. “s-shut up.”
his eyes flick over to your turned face. “wh-what?” his jaw is clenched as he grunts again, jamming his cock deeper making you claw at your shirt on the floor. “fuck-you’re fucking tight, baby.”
your hand goes up to his face, covering his mouth as you squeeze around him again and that’s when the realization dawns on his flushed face.
you feel a devilish smile form under your hand which drops when he pulls out, grabbing your legs and hoisting them up. he slides his entire length in causing your arm to fall. he grabs your wrist, swearing with a smile as he pants. “what is it, pretty?”
“d-don’t!” your eyes flutter , as you try to turn your face again but his grip on your wrist was tight as he pulls out, glancing down at the slick that fully coats the base of his throbbing cock, and pushing it back inside you hearing the squelch. he starts to pick up an even pace that sends shocks of pleasure through your body.
“ah fuck, you’re such an idiot,” satoru grunts, leaning down as he fucks you harder, the claps of his thighs meeting your ass made your head spin. his hand slid to hold your cheek the drool coating his palm as he turned your face over. “ah..aha ya that’s it.” he felt your hot breath fan right on his face as he stared at how pretty you are letting him fuck you. and you were getting soo turned on by silly nicknames, your pussy felt even sweeter. “cmon, praise me too. ngh tell me how much ya like it, baby.”
“i-i like it,” you gasp, whining when he pushed one leg down and holding one up to his chest fucking you deep. “angh tor-u fuck I like it—I like it!—you’re dick is fucking me so good! angh so big—“
you can’t even register the fact that you’re climaxing until you were gasping in his kisses. “you’re so hot when you cum, pretty girl.” your thighs clench together as he drools in your kiss until you’re meeting his same energy and force. his kisses were so messy and mean, like you were going to disappear, but his hand cradled the back of your head like his most precious thing. you whine in his mouth, hand going to wrap around his shoulders. “easy,” he sighs, once again handling you gently as he turns you around, kissing your shoulder as he keeps a secure arm around your waist, right under your tits.
“j-just tell me to turn,” you heave, chest rising and falling as you come down from the previous orgasms. you feel satoru smile as he rests his cheek on your shoulder looking up at you as you glance down.
“but you’re just my dumb pretty girl. I haveta do everything for ya. ain’t that right?” you glare at him, of course he’s still a fucking smartass. but still it makes your cheeks hot and your eyes roll. “no comeback?”
“you want me to say something?”
satoru smiles, kneeing your legs apart as he presses his leaky dick against your pussy. “my name wouldn’t be bad..,.angh haha there we go, you’re so sensitive,” he chuckles feeling your pussy flutter against his tip.
your arm holds his as you squirm. “fuck, angh why are you so big?”
“you almost sound like you’re complaining?”
you whine as he pushes in again, the stretch was fucking thrilling, “because I amm!”
“ah!” you yell, the spank to your clit pulsing. “what the fuck!” you glare at him, and he breaks into a laugh as he kisses your neck, his tongue running in circles as he pushes his painfully hard cock even deeper, groaning as he slaps your clit again to be even more mean.
“ahh!” you cry, nails digging into the forearm under your tits. your pussy was twitching like crazy, gripping him much tighter than before, clearly sensitive from the abuse he was giving your poor swollen clit. “s-satoru, stop hitting it.”
“holy fuck, you feel like heaven,” he continues to play with your clit no longer slapping it, but rubbing harsh circles and occasionally pinching it to invoke a deathly squeeze that left his entire body shaking from the edging.
your eyes begin to cross as he starts going faster again, his pace was always building up, but he was going for much longer than you were expecting. his arm moved up, grabbing a handful of your tits as he scratched and twisted your nipple making you cry, head falling back on his shoulder.
“just like that, babygirl,” he laughed, bouncing you on his dick as you grow dumber by the second. “my dumb baby! fuck your pussy is so good!” your juices coat his thighs and balls, it was so cute how much of a mess you were making.
your head is spinning at the relief and pleasure coursing through your veins.
“ngh fuck, toru, you’re so big, faster—pleaseplease…nghh ha ha!” you were absolutely delirious.
satoru was fucking pussy whipped, his cock hurt with the edging he was doing, slowling the pace when he’d feel himself about to cum, then picking it up again to make you cum on his dick. he was selfish. very much so that he needed you on every level, including this, and he didn’t even realize how starved he was until he got a taste of you.
“scream my name, shit—I’m gonna cum, fuck wanna fill you up!” satoru’s deep grunts and moans was fucking hypnotizing,
your insides tightening, stomach clenching as you cry, turning your face to kiss him. it was messy, and barely a kiss as you moaned into his mouth, tears running down your face as you felt his fat cock start to twitch and grow inside you, every vein sliding against your walls as he holds you up with his strong arm.
“come on—cmon hngh cum with me,” satoru was shaking as he held you unbelievably close fucking his hips even harsher and faster the clapping filled your ears until he started groaning loudly.
“satoru!”
he couldn’t even register what happened.
the relief that burst in white ropes filled his soul. his drawn out groan became hiccups as he groaned with each thrust into your tight fucking pussy, feeling more ropes of his hot white cum spill into your tight walls, his cock engulfed by sticky warmth as you shook.
“fuck me,” his presses his face into your neck as he shakes, his balls tightening as you squeeze around him. “shit, too much.” he whimpers. only to realize how limp your body is. “baby?” his arms relax around you, only for you to fall back into his chest, “shit.” he holds you up, his hand coming up to your face, slapping your cheek lightly trying to wake you back up. “open your eyes,” he continues slapping you until you’re blinking. “there we go.”
“wha—ah,” you jump at the sticky mess. your insides making you squeeze around him as satoru held your face to the side looking at him. “what happened?”
“you passed out is what,” he looked angry. your lips frown. “did you feel me cumming inside ya?”
your face burns. “what the hell?!”
“did you??”
“shut up, oh my god,” you groan, flustered by the question. but he doesn’t stop, instead he lifts you off him, his soft cock sliding out as more cum oozes out of your hole, but instead of placing you down, he keeps you up, arm hooked under your legs, as his free hand cups your pussy, shoving two fingers deep inside.
“wait!” you cry, shaking as satoru starts fingering his cum back inside, making you cry out. “I said wait! I can’t—satoru,” you cry out, nails digging into his arm as you feel him press his thumb against your clit until you’re shaking with pleasure.
“fucking dumped so much cum in you and you weren’t even conscious for it,” satoru grunts, he really sounded annoyed, but you didn’t care, because you were coming undone, legs shaking as you suddenly felt a new feeling start to come over you.
“sa—toru—wait wait!—angh!” you’re entire body shakes, as your pussy squirts aggressively. satoru’s eyes grow wide, hand drenched. “what the fuck,” you cry, covering your face as satoru puts you down, rubbing your pussy gently.
“fuck you,” you slap his arm hard. your chest heaving and your legs shaking, as you keep them closed.
“you just squirted.”
“ew shut up,” you’re beyond embarrassed. that’s not a flex. you just made a mess! but your best friend didn’t look upset, especially as he loomed over you, his eyes looking over every inch of your body. his hand coming up to rub your belly. “you better only do that for me.”
“weirdo,” you cover your chest but he pushes your arms open, hand gropping your boobs. “you really like my boobs?”
“hmm.”
satoru leans down, tongue falling open to suck on your tits again. “if only there was milk.”
“the fuck! oh my god,” you slap his head, making him laugh, but continues sucking. his hips roll slightly, put you manage to reach a hand down to grab his semi hard cock, he moans around your nipple. his cock was sticky but you didn’t mind, it made you blush just holding it, you were holding your best friends dick and he was moaning. you whine as satoru sinks his teeth into your nipple as you squeeze his tip, thumb pressing on his slit as you pump it. his fingers slide back to your pussy, playing with your fat lips and then your bundle, his fingers getting coated in his cum.
after a few seconds satoru pulled his lips away, a long string of spit fell as he sat up, moving your hand as he aggressively pumped his dick in front of your face.
you were mesmerized. his face was red as he shook like crazy, his abs were clenched, every muscle of his body flexing, his thighs were apart and you could see his heavy balls shake, he was completely overstimulated, was he going to come on your face? your boobs? please you wanted a taste. but instead he pushed your legs open—
“wait no—Im too full! angh!!”
satoru slammed his cock back inside your pussy and came right there. his cock bursting cum as you cried, closing your knees together squeezing him as you felt his cum fill your tummy up. satoru fell on top of you, his body shaking as he buried his face in your neck. his body jumping more cum into you as he whimpered.
“you’re so warm, did you feel me cum?”
“mhm,” you sniffle, the warmth inside you sent flutters around your head. you loved it. his cock inside you, his cum filling your insides, how selfish he was being. “do you like it when girls feel your cum?”
satoru rolls off you, his hand sliding down to hold his oozing cock, as you roll to your side when he ignores you. “satoruuuuu.”
“what?”
“how many girls have you cum in?” satoru covers his face with his arm. you sit up, leaning over his body. “why’re you ignoring me?”
“because it doesn’t matter.”
“but why?” you frown. “was I not good? I literally took so much of your cum!” satoru’s face goes bright red. “you never talk to me about your sex life-“
“because I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable!” he tries to turn away but you press both arms down on his chest, moving to sit on top of him, fighting to push his arms away. but it was useless, so you move your face under his arm, tongue licking his lips making him squirm, and finally releasing his arm so you were kissing him. all wet and messy just like you like it. “why do you care about my sex life?”
you look down at him, his eyes trying to find answers in yours. “because…i don’t know anything about it.”
“so?”
you frown. “do you not wanna know about my sex life?”
satoru smirks. “i already know this is your first time. you have nice tits and a tight pussy. you like it when i bite your nipples. you also get turned on when i spit—“
“stop,” you cover his mouth, face so hot. “w-well, why do you get to know everything?”
“because you’re my best friend.” he smiles, leaning up, hand wrapping around your neck and pulling you to his lips. you whine, kissing him deeply as you press your hand to his chest. why is your best friend so skilled?
“I want to know everything about you, too,” you mutter. “i wanna know why you watch porn. why you don’t talk about sex? I’m not stupid—“
“I’ve only had sex a few times. barely,” he groans. “I stopped because it’s not fun. and it’s your fault.”
“what!!” you jump back.
“every time i realize the girls don’t have hair like yours, or boobs like yours…I get turned off…happy?”
your stomach is flipping as you look at your best friend. his face is red and his eyes are darting everywhere else.
“say something,”
“don’t ever say that with a straight face. you’re so fucking weird.” you’re burying your face in your hands. “that’s not even a real answer.”
“whatever,” he squeezes your waist. “you’re just jealous I’m more skilled than you.”
“what? you came just as fast as i did the first round.” you glare at him.
satoru licks his teeth leaning back on his palms, his head cocked to the side. it was almost a crime how hot he looked right now. “at least I didnt squirt all over my friends carpet.”
your face bursts to flames as you slap his chest. “what the fuck!” you’re so embarrassed, moving to get off him, but he only holds you down.
“I’m kidding! It’s a joke—“
“it’s not funny,” you squirm in his grip. why is he so strong?!
“I like that your pussy gushed for me,” he kisses your hot cheek. “it’s hot. I definitely hit the jackpot.” his lips kiss your neck repeatedly, as you heart beats a little faster.
the reality of what just happened was a process. your mind not even fully realizing what you’d just done even as after you took turns showering, or when satoru tossed your clothes in the washing machine, or when you laid on his bed as he brushed his teeth, or when he crawled behind you, pressing himself into your back.
“we should probably talk some more in the morning.” his low voice sent shivers down your spine as you hum. “just tell me now if you’re happy your first was with me.”
your heart thumps a little louder, almost afraid he can hear. you can feel his chest rising and falling against your back, his hold around your waist loosening when you don’t respond.
“i am…”
his body relaxes.
“good.”
tomorrow was a mystery and you didn’t know if the pit in your stomach was guilt or fear. guilt that you don’t know if you just used your best friend for sex, or fear that you might actually have a different kind of feeling for someone you’ve known your whole life.
a/n: sorry i fell off the face of the earth, im kinda tryna to figure stuff out. i wrote this in Aug/sept but just wrapped it up now so i hope u guys enjoy <3 and happy holidays!!
⋆˖ blocking sae after an argument, part 2 (ｰ̀⤙ｰ́ ) 🗯️
⨳ 𝓬𝔀/𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼: read part 1 here, angst to fluff, relationship conflict, miscommunication & reconciliation, sae being absolutely chalant, brief smut towards the end, not proofread sorry ⸝⸝ 5.7k wc ✩ art by sae0o
it’s been five days, and the silence was starting to feel unbearable.
you kept yourself busy with work, with errands, with anything that made the hours pass faster. anything to stop yourself from thinking about him. but every notification still made your heart leap out of habit— the disappointment hits all over again when you remember you had blocked him everywhere.
which meant no updates.
no calls.
no little ‘read’ beneath your messages to tell you he’d seen them.
you told yourself it was better this way; that silence hurt less than waiting for him to disappoint you again.
but at night, when the apartment grew too quiet and your bed felt far too big, you would stare at the darkened screen of your phone and wonder if he was okay… or if he even missed you at all.
your thumb had hovered over his contact more times than you could count, guilt settling heavily inside your chest whenever you considered unblocking him. but something always held you back. pride, hurt, exhaustion— whatever it was, it kept you frozen, staring at his contact name as though it could somehow answer all the questions you were too afraid to seek.
—
on the other side of the world, sae was losing his mind.
five days of complete silence.
five days of his messages failing to deliver. five days of his calls going straight to voicemail. five days of not knowing what you were doing, or what you’d been up to since you had blocked him everywhere else too.
and yet, every morning before training, he'd find himself opening your chat anyway. he'd type out another message, watch the familiar ‘not delivered’ appear beneath it, then lock his phone with a quiet click before heading to practice. every night, he'd call out of habit despite already knowing it would go straight to voicemail. by the fifth day, he had memorized the automated voicemail greeting.
he sat on the edge of the bed in his hotel room, one hand resting against the back of his neck as he stared down at his phone, looking more worn out than usual. he was exhausted from training, irritated from the lack of sleep, while still carrying the weight of the upcoming matches. but none of it compared to the frustration & unease gnawing at him over the way things had fallen apart between you two.
“tch… this is annoying,” he muttered under his breath, brows furrowed deeply.
truthfully, he knew he had fucked up.
he knew his replies had been getting shorter, his attention split between training & the growing pressure of the upcoming matches. but the fact that you had deliberately cut him off completely—blocking him as though he were nothing more than another inconvenience—still felt like a punch to the gut. as much as it pissed him off, he knew he had no one to blame but himself.
and when you told him you were done, he had realized a second too late just how far he had pushed you up to that point.
he'd spent the first few days convincing himself that you simply needed space. if he kept forcing his way back in, you'd only resent him more; so he'd waited. he'd given you room to breathe, hoping you'd unblock him when you were ready. but by the fifth day, the silence no longer felt like space. it felt more like distance.
and for the first time in a long time, he found himself genuinely afraid that if he kept waiting, he'd lose you.
sae picked up his phone again, staring at the blank screen as though something might magically change if he looked at it long enough. then, with a sharp exhale, he stood and began pacing across the room.
“… fine,” he breathed, his frustration gradually hardening into determination. “if you’re not gonna answer, then i’ll make sure you can’t ignore me.”
the next morning, a series of knocks startled you awake.
you rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you made your way towards the front door, expecting a neighbor or perhaps a delivery meant for someone else. instead when you pulled it open, you were met with an enormous bouquet wrapped in crisp ivory paper, the pale pink tulips peeking out from between lush greenery, alongside a small ribbon-tied gift bag that was held carefully by a delivery man. you blinked in confusion as you signed for the items, a strange rush of nerves settling beneath your ribs.
tucked between the flowers was a small cream-colored card, a message printed neatly across the front.
i know you’re upset, but i’m not letting you disappear on me that easily.
open the box.
- sae
with unsteady hands, you reached into the gift bag and pulled out a small velvet box.
inside was a delicate necklace that looked far too expensive to have been chosen on impulse— a fine platinum chain with a custom pendant resting at its center. it has a miniature soccer ball encrusted with tiny pavé diamonds intertwined with a polished heart, a single larger diamond catching the light where the two charms met. when you carefully turned the pendant over, you found a few words engraved across the back in fine lettering:
‘no distance changes us.’
your vision blurred almost instantly.
you clutched the necklace against your chest, your thumb tracing over the engraving as though you needed proof that it was real. the last bit of anger you had been desperately holding onto began to crumble around the edges.
then, a few seconds later, another knock sounded through the apartment.
when you opened the door again, a second delivery man stood outside holding a paper bag from morethan bakery(which was your favorite bakery)— the familiar logo stamped across the front while the warm scent of butter & sugar somehow escaped through the neatly folded top.
“delivery for [y/n]?” he asked, glancing down at the receipt.
“y-yes, that’s me,” you answered, still struggling to blink away the tears gathering along your lashes.
after thanking him, you carried everything inside and carefully laid the enormous bouquet across the coffee table before opening the pastry box. inside were your favorite butter croissants, golden and flaky; still warm enough for their rich, buttery scent to fill your entire apartment almost immediately.
you simply stood there in stunned disbelief, letting everything sink in.
only after the initial shock began to settle did you carefully lift the necklace from its velvet box and fasten it around your neck. once the clasp clicked into place, your fingertips immediately found the pendant, pressing against it as though you could somehow feel closer to him through the tiny charm.
it felt exactly like something sae would do— express everything he couldn’t put into words through one carefully chosen gift, finding a way to reach you without demanding that you answer.
you took a small bite of the croissant, chewing slowly as your eyes drifted towards your phone lying beside the box.
for five days, you had convinced yourself that silence was easier than another half-hearted reply, easier than another reminder that loving someone across different time zones could sometimes feel lonelier than being alone.
but now, with an enormous bouquet of your favorite flowers spread across your coffee table & his necklace resting warmly against your skin, your resolve felt weaker than ever.
your thumb hovered over his contact again.
this time, you didn’t stop yourself.
*unblock*
for a few seconds, you remained on the screen, staring at his contact as though something might suddenly change.
but nothing did.
well, of course it didn’t. any messages he might have sent while he was blocked wouldn’t magically appear now that you unblocked him. still, you hated the pang of disappointment that crept inside you.
you didn’t even know what you had been hoping for. perhaps some impossible flood of missed messages, some proof that he had spent the past five days trying to reach you. some sign that the silence had indeed hurt him too.
then a bitter thought slipped into your mind.
he could’ve found some ridiculous way to reach you if he truly wanted to. spotify, shared notes, or even a new account made solely to get through to you. and yet, deep down, you knew sae well enough to know that if he had kept pushing— you probably would’ve hated that too.
a quiet exhale slipped past your lips, carrying some of the tension with it. before you could talk yourself out of it, you opened your chat with him & stared at the empty space beneath your last conversation.
your fingers moved before you could think too much.
[ 9:15 am ] you: i got them.
you stared at the message.
then deleted it.
[ 9:15 am ] you: thank you.
deleted.
[ 9:16 am ] you: sae, i—
deleted again.
you let out a shaky breath, pressing your lips together as frustration and longing tangled painfully inside your chest.
then, as though summoned by the thought of him, your phone buzzed.
your heart nearly stopped when you saw who the message was from.
[ 9:17 am ] sae ♡: did you receive it yet?
for a moment, you could only stare at the screen.
the timing was so coincidental that it almost felt as though he had been waiting on the other side the entire time, watching for the second you'd finally let him back in.
[ 9:18 am ] you: yeah…
three dots appeared almost immediately.
then disappeared.
then re-appeared again.
[ 9:18 am ] sae ♡: good.
you swallowed hard, glancing down at the necklace.
of course.
of course he would say it like that, as though he hadn’t just arranged for some of your favorite things to be delivered to your doorstep even while he was at an entirely different country.
[ 9:19 am ] you: you’re unbelievable.
his reply came only a few seconds later.
[ 9:19 am ] sae ♡: can’t believe you blocked my email too. seriously, my email?
you covered your mouth as a breathless giggle slipped out before you could suppress it. you couldn’t believe he had noticed that too.
[ 9:20 am ] you: well, i was mad. and you could’ve tried spotify.
[ 9:20 am ] sae ♡: spotify? we’re able to text people there now?
[ 9:21 am ] sae ♡: and i get it. you had every right to be mad.
your fingers hovered over the screen, but before you could respond, another message came through.
[ 9:22 am ] sae ♡: can we call for a bit?
your throat tightened.
for a second, you only stared at the message, your heartbeat suddenly loud in your ears. then your gaze flickered towards the time at the top of the screen.
9:22 am.
which meant it was a little past two in the morning for him.
your brows knitted together as the realization made something ache inside your chest.
[ 9:23 am ] you: aren’t you supposed to be asleep?
his reply came almost instantly.
[ 9:23 am ] sae ♡: yes
[ 9:23 am ] you: sae…
[ 9:24 am ] sae ♡: just answer the call.
before you could type anything else, his name lit up your screen.
incoming call from ‘sae ♡’
your thumb stalled over the green button before you finally answered.
the line connected instantly, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. all you could hear was the faint static of the call, the quiet rhythm of his breathing, and your own pulse beating far too quickly beneath your skin.
then his voice came through, low and rough with exhaustion.
“… you’re wearing it?”
your hand immediately rose to the necklace.
you hated how easily he knew.
“… how would you even know that?” you mumbled, hating how quickly your voice softened.
“because i know you,” he answered simply.
you blinked.
“w-well…” your lips pressed together as you struggled to keep your composure.
“… you’re not asleep?” you asked, changing the subject almost immediately. “it’s two in the morning there, sae.”
“couldn’t sleep.”
“because of training?”
“no…” he answered after a moment, the silence stretching around the word.
your chest tightened.
“then… because of me?”
he didn’t answer straight away.
then, quietly, he said, “because of us.”
your heart softened at the weight of his confession. you looked down at the half-eaten croissant in front of you, at the bouquet of tulips spread messily across your coffee table, at all the little reminders of him scattered throughout your apartment as though he had somehow filled the room without even being there.
“you know… you really didn’t have to send all of this,” you murmured, brushing your thumb over the pendant.
“i did.”
“sae…”
“you wouldn’t answer me.”
“because i was still hurt.”
“i know.”
his usual composure held, though something unguarded had begun to surface. “… i know,” he repeated, sounding more vulnerable the second time.
“i made you feel like you were asking for too much,” he continued, his grip tightening slightly around the phone. “and i shouldn’t have said what i said. i was tired & irritated, but that’s not an excuse.”
you swallowed hard, your eyes stinging at his words.
“you made me feel like i was bothering you,” you admitted, your voice beginning to tremble. “like wanting to hear from my own boyfriend was an inconvenience.”
sae didn’t answer immediately. for once, he allowed your words to settle instead of rushing to defend himself.
“i know you’re busy,” you continued, your fingertips catching the tears before you even realized you were crying. “i know how much your training and matches matter to you. but sometimes, it felt like i was always waiting for whatever pieces of you were left at the end of the day.”
his breathing shifted faintly through the speaker. “i didn’t realize it had gotten that bad.”
“well… it did.”
a long pause followed before he finally spoke again, the usual firmness gone from his voice.
“… i’m really sorry,” he breathed, guilt weighing heavily on every word. “for making you feel like you weren’t important to me.”
your face crumpled before you could stop it. you hated how badly you had needed to hear those exact words from him.
“and i’m sorry too…” you whispered. “for blocking you everywhere.”
“tch. you should be,” he replied dryly, the faintest trace of amusement slipping into his voice.
you laughed beneath your breath, wiping at your damp cheeks.
“you blocked my email.”
“well… i was fully committed.”
“but blocking my email was a bit excessive, no?”
“i was hurt, okay?” you huffed, though there was no real anger behind it anymore.
his voice softened again. “… i get it.”
with sae, it had always been this way. he rarely said more than necessary, but somehow; the few words he did give you always carried more weight than he realized. and when he truly meant something, you could feel it— even through the distance of a phone call.
“i-i missed you,” you blurt out, unable to keep the longing out of your voice.
sae went silent and for one terrifying second, you wondered if you had said too much.
then he exhaled softly. “i missed you too, amor.”
for a moment, neither of you said anything.
you stood beside your coffee table with one hand wrapped around your phone, listening to his breathing on the other end as though it were the closest thing you had to being held by him again. and eventually, you asked the question that had been sitting heavily inside your chest.
“so… when are you coming back?”
“next week,” he answered after a brief pause, his voice dropping slightly.
you let out a deflated sigh, disappointment settling inside you even though you had expected that answer.
“ohh…”
“i’ll be back soon enough,” he reassured, hoping it would ease some of the ache in your voice.
you looked down at the croissant in front of you and picked absently at its flaky edges. “i-i just… really really miss you a lot.”
on the other side of the world, sae’s expression softened, something tender flickering across his tired features at your honest confession.
“i know,” he murmured. “… and i miss you a lot too.”
a quiet pause followed.
“i’ll be back soon,” he promised. “and we’ll talk properly when i am.”
your fingers tightened around the phone.
“promise?”
“yeah,” he answered without hesitation. “i promise.”
you nodded even though he couldn’t see it.
“… okay.”
for the first time in five days, the silence inside your apartment didn’t feel so unbearable anymore. because even though sae was still thousands of miles away, you no longer felt like you were the only one holding on.
it’s been a few days since you’d unblocked sae, and the two of you had been texting ever since. well, that was until… he suddenly stopped replying to the last message you’d sent just the night before.
why wasn’t he answering?
you tried convincing yourself there had to be some kind of explanation. but after everything that had happened between you two, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering whether he had suddenly changed his mind about fixing things.
beep.
you glanced down, expecting to see sae’s name, only for your sister’s contact to appear instead.
[ 2:22 pm ] sister: the new restaurant that just opened near the waterfront
[ 2:22 pm ] sister: I WANNA CHECK IT OUT 😭
it wasn’t unusual for your sister to invite you out to dinner at the very last minute.
if anything, this was very much like her. she was always the first to discover new cafés & restaurants, sending you random food videos on tiktok and insisting the two of you ‘needed to try this place out before it got too crowded.’
so you didn’t think much of it.
[ 2:23 pm ] you: sure, what time?
[ 2:23 pm ] sister: 8:00pm? i’ll meet you there
[ 2:24 pm ] sister: ohh & wear something cute
[ 2:24 pm ] you: WHY would i wear something cute just to eat dinner with you?
[ 2:25 pm ] sister: because i’ll be wearing something cute & i don’t want to outdress you??? 🥱🥱
[ 2:25 pm ] sister: AND DON’T BE LATE
you rolled your eyes at her dramatics, though a small smile still tugged at the corner of your lips.
[ 2:25 pm ] you: whatever bye 🙄
the rest of the afternoon passed with you checking your phone more times than you could count, hoping sae’s name would appear at the top of your screen.
but every time you unlocked it, there was still nothing.
no reply, or an explanation.
just the last message you had sent him, still sitting on delivered.
by the time evening came, you had finally convinced yourself to stop staring at your phone as though it owed you something. you got ready for dinner slowly, standing in front of your closet longer than you meant to as your sister’s words echoed inside your head.
‘wear something cute.’
you huffed beneath your breath, pulling out an outfit and holding it against yourself in the mirror.
“… so extra,” you muttered, shaking your head.
still, you ended up choosing something nicer than what you would typically wear for a casual dinner. you made a few final adjustments to your hair, dabbed a little tinted gloss over your lips, and adjusted the necklace resting against your collarbone.
sae’s necklace. your fingers lingered there for a moment, brushing over the tiny pendant sitting warmly against your skin. you studied your reflection before tearing your gaze away and reaching for your handbag, refusing to let your thoughts drag you back to him again.
—
you arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before eight.
the place was already busy, golden light spilling through the glass windows and stretching across the pavement outside. every time the door opened, a rush of sound escaped with it— the clinking of cutlery, bursts of laughter, and the faint call of someone’s name from somewhere inside.
it looked newer than most of the other places along the waterfront, with polished wooden tables, low-hanging lights, and cream-colored walls that made the entire restaurant feel warmer than the evening air outside. a small line had already formed near the entrance. through the glass, you could see servers weaving between tables, plates balanced carefully in their hands.
you checked your phone.
still no message from sae. and nothing from your sister either.
frowning slightly, you began to type.
[ 7:56 pm ] you: i’m here. where are you? 🙄
a few moments passed before she finally replied.
[ 7:58 pm ] sister: omg sorry 😭
[ 7:58 pm ] sister: enter first!! i’m reaching soon
you sighed, already used to this.
of course she was late after repeatedly telling you not to be.
you waited outside for another minute, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as people moved around you in pairs & small groups. when your sister still didn’t appear, you finally stepped inside before you began looking too much like someone who had been stood up.
after making your way towards the hostess stand, she smiled politely and confirmed the reservation under your sister’s name before leading you towards a table near the window.
it was tucked slightly away from the crowd— close enough to watch people passing outside, yet secluded enough for the restaurant’s bustle to soften into distant background noise.
you sat down and placed your handbag on your lap.
five minutes, you told yourself.
you would give her five minutes before you started complaining.
while you waited, you opened the menu and scanned the different entrées available. pasta, grilled chicken, rice, steak, desserts— everything began blurring together as your attention drifted back towards your phone.
still nothing from sae.
your fingers tapped lightly against the edge of the table.
maybe he was busy.
maybe he was asleep.
maybe he had finally realized that fixing things from another country was more difficult than he’d thought. the possibility made your stomach twist, and you hated yourself a little for even considering it.
your sister was late. sae wasn’t replying. and somehow, both things were making you feel far more agitated than they should have.
another minute passed.
then another.
you glanced towards the entrance again, expecting to see your sister hurrying inside with that sheepish expression she always wore after keeping you waiting.
but she still wasn’t there.
instead, the hostess was speaking to someone near the front. you couldn’t see his face clearly at first. only the dark coat draped over his lean frame and the way his presence felt strangely familiar before your mind could make sense of why.
something inside your chest tightened.
then he turned slightly— just enough for the dim restaurant light to catch a glimpse of his reddish-brown hair and the familiar side profile you would recognized anywhere.
your breath stopped.
no fucking way.
for one impossible second, you couldn’t move.
you couldn’t even convince yourself that you weren’t imagining him; that missing someone hadn’t finally made you desperate enough to start seeing him in strangers.
then he began walking towards your table.
slowly.
your pulse thundered inside your ears with every step he took.
he stopped beside the empty chair across from you, one hand resting lightly against its back. up close, he looked tired. not the kind of tired you could hear through a phone call, but the kind that settled beneath his eyes, in the few loose strands falling over his forehead, and in the quiet heaviness of someone who had spent too many hours between airports and flights yet had still come anyway.
his gaze dropped first to the necklace resting against your collarbone.
the one he had arranged to have delivered to you. then his eyes lifted towards yours.
for a moment, neither of you said anything. the entire restaurant seemed to dissolve into a distant blur around him.
sae’s lips parted slightly before his voice finally broke through the silence, low and familiar enough to make your heart ache.
“hello, amor.”
your mouth opened, but nothing came out.
sae studied you for another second, his expression unreadable, though something softer flickered beneath his teal irises.
“you look beautiful…”
you blinked, still struggling to process that he was really standing there— about to sit across from you in a restaurant where you had expected to be eating dinner with your sister. your fingers tightened around the menu as though it were the only thing keeping you grounded. “… y-you’re supposed to be in spain,” you whispered, your voice barely carrying over the clinking plates and low murmur of nearby conversations.
“you said next week.”
sae pulled out the chair and sat down slowly, as though he were giving you time to adjust to the sight of him.
“i changed my flight,” he explained. “and i asked your sister to bring you here so i could surprise you.”
you stared at him, your heart hammering against your ribs.
“w-why didn’t you just tell me?”
“because then it wouldn’t have been a surprise.” his gaze briefly lowered towards your necklace again before meeting your eyes.
“and i wasn’t sure you’d agree to see me.”
the raw honesty in his answer stole some of the air from your lungs. before you could respond, a waiter stopped beside the table with a notepad in hand.
“good evening! are the two of you ready to order?”
you & sae both lowered your eyes to the menus, scanning the options quickly as the printed pages gave you both a brief excuse to look away. “um… i’ll just have the grilled chicken, please.”
“and for you, sir?”
sae’s eyes moved briefly across the menu before looking at the waiter. “the steak.”
“how would you like that cooked?”
“medium rare.”
the waiter nodded as he scribbled everything down. “anything to drink?”
“water’s fine,” you answered quietly.
“same as her,” sae added.
“perfect. i’ll put those in for you.”
you murmured a soft thank you as the waiter collected the menus and walked away. once he was gone, the tension slipped back into place. your fingers found the strap of your handbag again, twisting it loosely around your hand while sae remained still across from you, his attention fixed solely on your face as though he were waiting for you to pick up where the interruption had left off.
you drew in a slow breath, trying to gather the courage to say what had been sitting inside your chest for days.
“i was really hurt, sae…” you breathed, finally looking at him again. “it felt like i was always the one waiting— like i was bothering you every time i texted or called, y’know?”
sae’s expression remained serious, his attention fixed entirely on you.
“i understand that training is important, and i know how much your career means to you,” you continued, your voice growing quieter. “but sometimes it feels like i’m not even a priority to you anymore.”
sae remained silent for a long moment, his forearms resting against the table as he listened attentively to everything you had to say.
when he finally spoke, his voice was low and steady, though something remorseful lingered beneath it. “i was… too focused.” he said after a pause, his gaze briefly dropping. “i thought that if i kept pushing through the season, everything else would be fine.”
his jaw tightened faintly. “i didn’t realize how much i was shutting you out until things had already gotten that bad.”
he looked at you again, teal-eyes serious in a way that made your chest ache. “… i’m really sorry,” he murmured, his expression softening. “for making you feel like you were asking for too much. for the short replies. for making you feel like an inconvenience.”
he paused, his gaze holding yours.
“you’re not, and you never have been.”
your eyes began to sting.
you looked down at your hands, trying desperately to keep your voice steady. “i missed you,” you whispered, blinking quickly when your vision began to blur again. “even when i was angry, i missed hearing from you. i missed…”
your breath caught slightly. “i missed us.”
sae reached across the table, his larger hand settling over yours. his thumb brushed slowly across your knuckles— a small, grounding gesture that somehow felt louder than anything else he could’ve said.
“… i missed you too,” he murmured, his usual composure slipping just enough for you to hear the ache underneath. “more than i knew how to tell you.”
his fingers curled around yours.
“the hotel room felt too quiet & i kept checking my phone even when i knew you still had me blocked.”
eventually the food arrived, but neither of you touched it immediately as the silence between you felt different now. still heavy, but no longer painful.
“i don’t want us to keep doing this,” sae said after a moment, his voice low. “the distance. the arguments. feeling like we’re always one bad day away from falling apart.”
his thumb continued tracing absent circles over your knuckles.
“i want to be better at this,” he admitted. “for you & for us.”
you looked up at him, your eyes glassy. “i want that too,” you whispered. “but i don’t want to feel like i’m begging for scraps of your time anymore.”
sae nodded, gently squeezing your hand. “then we’ll figure it out,” he said, his voice calm but certain. “together.”
he held your gaze as he continued.
“no more shutting each other out. no more assuming the worst without asking. even when things get difficult, we talk about it.”
you let out a shaky breath, a small, tearful smile finally breaking through.
“okay…” you breathed, squeezing his hand back.
afterwards, the rest of the evening seemed to pass by in a blur. there were still things left to mend, but for the first time in weeks, neither of you seemed afraid of trying. the resentment that had once sat heavily between you had begun to loosen its hold.
when the bill arrived, sae was already moving. he placed his credit card onto the tray before you could so much as glance at the amount.
the waiter returned a few minutes later with the receipt, and sae signed it almost absentmindedly before setting the pen back down.
then he stood, pushed his chair back, and offered you his hand.
“let’s go home.” he murmured, the softness in his expression making your chest ache.
you looked at his outstretched hand for a moment before placing yours inside it. his fingers immediately intertwined with yours as the two of you walked out of the restaurant hand-in-hand. the soft noise from inside gradually faded behind you, replaced by the faint rush of passing cars & the muted sound of waves folding against the seawall.
the night air felt cool against your skin, but sae’s hand remained warm in yours, his fingers laced securely with your own as though he had no intention of letting go again.
18+
the ride back to your apartment drifted by in silence, but it no longer carried the weight it once had. sae’s hand never left yours, his thumb brushing slow circles over your knuckles the entire way. every now and then, you’d glance at him like you still couldn’t believe that the two of you were finally reunited after weeks of distance, arguments & almost losing each other completely.
when you finally stepped inside, the door barely clicked shut before sae had you pressed against it, his lips claimed yours in a desperate, heated kiss. his hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips as he pulled you flush against him.
“… missed you,” he murmured against your lips, his breathing already ragged. “so fucking much.”
you whimpered into the kiss, fingers threading through his hair as you pulled him closer. “then show me,” you whispered, nipping at his bottom lip.
sae groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your mouth. he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you straight to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed gently. the bulge in his pants was apparent, straining against the fabric.
he stripped you out of your clothes, eyes dark as he took in every inch of your body. it had been weeks since he’d last touched you like this, weeks since he’d been close enough to feel your warmth under his hands. when he finally settled between your thighs, sae didn’t rush. he started pressing light kisses all the way down your body, tongue teasing over your skin until you were trembling beneath him.
“sae…” you breathed, hips lifting instinctively as his mouth hovered just above your entrance.
he looked up at you, teal-eyes burning with desire. “let me take care of you.”
his tongue dragged slowly over your folds, tasting you like he had been starving for weeks. you let out a salacious moan, fingers tightening in his hair as he licked and sucked on your sensitive clit with focused intent, like nothing else in the world mattered but making you fall apart on his tongue.
“haaahhh— right there,” you gasped, back arching when he when he sucked harder on your swollen clit, tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
he groaned against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. he didn’t stop, tongue pressing firmer as he slid two fingers inside your core, curling just right until you were shaking. your hips bucked wildly against his mouth, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your belly as the combined sensation of his tongue and fingers pushed you right to the edge.
but no, sae wasn’t done yet.
he moved up your body, kissing you deeply again so you could taste yourself on his tongue. only then did he pull back to strip himself fully, tugging his shirt over his head before shoving his pants and boxers down in one rough motion. his gaze never left yours as he climbed back over you, one hand spreading your thighs while the other guided his throbbing length between them.
when he finally pushed inside you, it was slow and deep, stretching your walls open as he bottomed out. “… fuck,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “missed this pussy…”
he started moving, hips rolling in a steady, powerful rhythm that had you moaning with every merciless thrust. his hand slid between your thighs, thumb circling your clit in slow circles as his cock plowed in & out of your greedy pussy, hitting that sweet spot inside you with every deep stroke.
“mine,” he rasped against your neck, biting down gently to leave a mark. “you’re mine.”
you could only babble his name, nails digging into his back as the pleasure built again, faster this time. sae’s thrusts only grew rougher, more desperate, his breathing growing ragged against your skin.
“s-sae— ah, fuck—” you cried out, voice breaking as your legs tightened around his waist. “mmngghh— feels so good—”
your hips rolled up to meet his thrusts, chasing the deep, delicious drag of his cock inside you. every powerful stroke made your toes curl, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your belly until you felt like you might just shatter from how good it felt.
“cum for me, amor.” he growled, the pad of his thumb pressing firmer on your clit. “let me feel you.”
your body convulsed beneath him as you felt your release rush up all at once, clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over you. sae followed right after, burying himself deep with a low, broken groan as he spilled his white-hot release inside you, hips jerking through every pulse.
afterwards, he rolled onto his side and pulled you into his chest, keeping you close like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you yet. his arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand stroking your back as you both tried to catch your breath after the heated session.
“… i love you,” he whispered against your hair, voice hoarse but sincere. “don’t ever doubt that again.”
you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, eyes already heavy.
“i love you too, sae.”
⨳ 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: someone commented— why didn’t he try texting her through spotify & i just had to incorporate that in 🙂↕️ but i genuinely don’t think he knows we can do that now…
╰ 18+ MDNI. a desperate, wide awake megumi knows the perfect remedy to help him fall back asleep .ᐟ (tw: dubcon, somnophilia)
it’s hard for megumi to fall asleep when you’re like this.
soft skin tightly pressed against his own, your thigh perfectly anchored over his hip allowing your panty covered cunt to press tightly against his boxers.
he can feel every shift you make, mattress springs creaking each time you twitch, soft snores spilling past snoozing lips. megumi attempts to settle you, resting a hand beneath the shirt barely clinging to your body, rubbing small circles into the curve of your back.
yet the oversized garment only makes his perversion worse. flimsy fabric strung over your body hangs off the slope of your shoulder, stretched out collar so worn and disheveled it displays an outline of your breasts, lotioned skin sweet enough to take a bite out of.
you’re far warmer than the large alabaster hands that hold you in place, megumi keeping you wrapped in his embrace and close to his rapidly beating chest. palms spay over the smooth expanse of your back as if he’s savoring it, memorizing every curve to his calloused fingertips.
his stomach churns, ears tinting pink once you’re adjusting, again. this time pressing his cock in an upwards direction towards your belly button, hips arching as you curve even further into him.
megumi’s neck tenses at that, a jolt of energy he’s been desperately holding back begins flickering in the very fingertips that grasp you. he can feel the blood rushing down towards his cock, a dizzying little wet spot growing between your legs so sticky he can feel it slowly soaking through his boxers.
he takes a good look at you, the pale moonlight seeping through the curtains and drowning out your features, eyes closed with delicate eyelashes poking out, lips wide and breathing shallow huffs of air.
you have no fucking idea what you’re doing to him.
and it’s destroying the very last ounce of resolve left in megumi’s sleep deprived mind.
it’s not like he had much of a choice anyways, body fast asleep and giving him easy access to your barely covered pussy, chilling wetness almost freezing against his throbbing tip.
his hips move before his mind can catch up to them. holding his breath, he begins to gently rub his cock into you, friction so delicious it makes him woozy.
megumi’s fully studying you now, biting his lips to hold back his shutters, taking into account each time you stir, hips halting then picking up once you’re back to gentle snoozing.
the friction feels heavenly, leaky cock head effortlessly slotting between your thighs, massaging your pussy lips until they weep. thin fabric of your panties grows so sticky it only quickens his moments, the quiet tackiness beginning to build into sopping squelches.
it’s not enough to starve off that deep feeling of desire inside of him just yet, and megumi can’t stop himself from hooking a slender finger under the gusset of your drenched panties, freeing you from the syrupy mess he created.
megumi wishes he could see it, sounds heavenly and unexpectedly bashful, the rawest form of your body he can gaze upon lays centimeters away from his greedy cock, your soaked lips on perfect display for him to rut into.
choking back a groan once he’s smelling your heady, almost sugar-like scent, he quickly gets back to work. grinding against you with perfect precision, the head of his covered dick smooches your sloppy clit, letting your folds freely wrap around him to keep his shaft neatly in place.
a rough thrust from him startles you awake, breath hitching just as his tip prods uncomfortably at your entrance, eyes fluttering open to gaze at him.
it’s difficult to make out the shape of him in your dazed state of mind, messy tufts of black hair creating shadows in the darkness, his own mouth agape and heavily panting.
megumi doesn’t stop moving even as you wake, soft sighs spilling from his lips as he’s holding you tighter, shamelessly rutting into you like a dog in heat.
you were used to him using you like this, the nightmares that hoard his mind kept him up at night, and you were more than happy to be a distraction from them.
your hand blindly finds his sculpted face, thumb caressing his pale cheekbone. “megumi?”
“go back to sleep.”
you’re slightly awake now, blinking away the shame that bubbles in your chest once a slutty moan slips out of your mouth, the heated pool in your belly swirling with molten lava once he’s grinding into your clit.
you wriggle your hips against him, trying your best to match his uneven movements, words slurring as you urge him to keep going. “take it out megumi, wanna feel you.”
floating in and out of sleep, your hand falls down to the thick band of his boxers, clumsily dragging it down until his cock is jumping out of the soaked material.
megumi only nods, placing a breathy kiss to the side of your jaw once you’re lining him up to your folds and letting go once the tip catches at your entrance, cunt slowly sinking him in.
“r-relax,” he stutters, running his hand down your forearm and gripping your wrist, placing it back down at your side, “i’ve got it.”
the finger stretching out your panties angles upwards, poking your pretty clit as a thank you, circling the bud until his cock is buried to the hilt, your cunt clenching around his veiny shaft.
you’re exactly what he needed tonight, tight cunt effortlessly expanding around his cock like you were always made to take him. he’s unsure how he ended up with someone like you, the only person who truly gets him, only one that understands exactly what he needs— all without asking.
he doesn’t need to tell you that though, each thrust he gives you will instead. determined to find the perfect pace he adjusts the two of you, the arm wrapped around your lower back presses down, pushing your body up and down on his cock.
the pleasure runs deep, heated pin prickles trickling down your spine and throughout your core, sleepy pussy sobbing and begging for more.
“megumi,” you moan, arms wrapping around his neck, placing his head into the slope where your neck meets your shoulder, “feels so good baby, want it harder—give it to me, i can take it.”
baby.
his hips pick up in a pace he could only describe as inhumane, skin slapping ‘n echoing in the cramped space where the two of you meet, sounds bleeding into the walls surrounding your glued together frames.
megumi matches his thrusts with his motions on your clit, finger bumping your sensitive button just right, giving you toe curling pleasure, the kind that causes your cunt to clench on his cock.
“y-yeah?” he chokes on the breath leaving in his lungs, nodding into your neck in an attempt to cover it up, “want me that bad, huh?”
moaning, you hold him tighter as if he’d slip out of your fingertips, words slurring. “mmm, always want you,” you murmur, raking a hand through the soft hairs at the back of his neck, “i love you.”
“fuck,” megumi curses, placing kiss after kiss to your neckline, teeth grazing the soft spot behind your ear, “l-love you more.”
he whispers it so quietly he’s sure you couldn’t hear him over the wet sounds of your pussy, hips gyrating with just enough force to curve his cock up towards your g-spot.
he knows just how to get you to unravel for him, body loose as pleasure washes through your bones, heated skin growing tacky.
“g-gonna cum!” squeaking, your body shakes as your cunt tightens, fingers pulling at his onyx hair so tight it burns his scalp, making him hiss.
“yeah?” he’s growling, voice hoarse and full of adoration, he peers up at you, steadily watching the way your face scrunches up as you approach your high, fingertip speeding up on your clit, “let me feel it then.”
megumi can feel the instant you come undone, cunt clamping down, eyes rolling back ‘til the pretty whites of your eyes glaze over.
it makes his heart swell and balls empty, ropes upon ropes of gauzy seed spilling into your cunt, cock pulsating until he’s drained empty, exasperated breaths matching your own.
he doesn’t move right away, allowing you to fall back into a rhythmic sleeping pattern, holding you so tightly no cum dares to spill out from the two of you, fingertips prodding at the sensitive skin between your thighs.
he only speaks once he notices you fully back asleep, lips whispering into the shell of your ear, bitten lip gazing the lobe of your ear, whispering all the sweet nothings he so desperately wishes he could say to your face.
✮⋆˙ satoru cums in you for the first time in front of the city view MDNI
On Friday nights, people either go out partying or stay home and chill, doing what they enjoy. That’s something you liked to do, but that all changed when you ended up in a relationship.
You and Gojo have been on a movie marathon since 5PM, and it’s well past midnight now. Let’s just say the Netflix ‘Are you still watching?’ question has been on your TV screen for the past three hours.
Currently, you were getting fucked so hard, bent before the vast glass window overlooking a city alive with lights. Although your attention wasn’t on anything outside, it was on your boyfriend's girthy dick plunging in and out of your gummy walls.
It was Gojo’s idea to fuck you in front of the window. His words were: “I want everyone to see my pretty girl and how she takes this dick.”, and without a second thought, you agreed.
Your back was against his chest, both hands on the now foggy window. Meanwhile, Gojo couldn’t get enough of you—his hands roaming all over your body. Gripping your waist, while the other moved up toward your tits, giving them a harsh squeeze, which had you whimpering in return.
“Taking this dick so well, you’re so fucking perfect. God, I love you.” He rambled on completely out of his mind. His praises made you look up at him, your head resting on his shoulder.
His eyes were half-lidded, staring directly into your soul. The kind of look that always had your stomach tingling and the wetness between your thighs growing more.
“Please, please. Don’t stop,” you whined, pushing your hips back into him. The tip of his dick kissing your cervix.
Gojo’s eyes rolled back into his skull, his plump lips parted—panting so hard, it sounded as if he just ran a 20-mile marathon. “Ngh- baby, if you do that, I might actually cum inside you.”
You turn your attention back to the city, and then an idea of something completely new to you pops inside your fucked out brain. “Cum inside me, in front of the—Fuck just like that—city.”
After being together for nearly a year, he still hasn’t been able to cum inside you. You both just didn’t want to risk having a kid, but how hot he was looking and the feeling of his thrusts against you had you not caring about anything.
He quickly snapped his eyes open; his hips fluttered for half a second as an eyebrow raised. “You… are you sure?”
“Please.” You nodded immediately, licking your lips. “I need it.”
With that, his dick twitched inside you. One of his hands moved to the back of your spine, bending you down into a biggg arch. Your legs wobbled beneath your weight; the left side of your face squished against the cold windowpane.
He bit his lip at the sight of you, both hands now gripping your waist as his pace began to fuck you harder and faster. You cried out, nails digging into the window. Probably leaving scratches- not like you both cared anyway.
“Yeah? You want my cum inside you?” His gaze dropped down, watching his cock slide in and out of you, then glancing back up. “My needy girl wants my cum dripping from her pussy, huh?”
“Mhm!” You couldn’t mutter a single word. You were starting to feel so overstimulated with how full you felt, plus you both have been fucking like rabbits—without taking a single break.
He leaned over, his chest against your back. He sank his teeth into your neck, leaving yet another mark on your delicate skin. His eyes didn't look away from your face.
You turned your head as far as you could, your lips puckering in a silent invitation for him to kiss you. He met your lips right away; it was a sweet kiss you both shared over the years.
He bit your lip hard enough to draw the slightest amount of blood. You moaned against his lip, your lips parting. He slid his tongue inside your mouth instantly; the feeling made your head dizzy.
It’s surprising to this day how good he can kiss. Even though you were his first girlfriend, his first kiss. First everything in general, but honestly you loved every bit of it.
And as time went on, the kiss became deeper. Tongues fighting for dominance, with each of you refusing to give in. Gojo’s hand traveled up to your neck, his large palm settling against your skin before his fingers squeezed firmly.
He pulled away from the kiss, just enough to speak. Both of your breaths were mixing together as you looked into each other’s eyes.
His eyebrows furrowed up, and you could tell he was trying his hardest not to roll his eyes back into his skull again. You also know he was so close to cumming.
“You gonna cum, baby?” Your voice was in that sweet tone that had him whimpering in response. You lifted your hand from the cool window, moving your arm behind you until your fingers disappeared into his messy white hair.
His thrust grew sloppier with each move, his thighs hitting the back of your ass. Gojo moved his hand down your body, feeling you up before landing between your thighs. His middle finger rubbed against your clit, fast.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes I’m gonna cum.” He grunted, throwing his head back, eyes closing tightly, mouth gapped open. The grip on your waist tightened enough for his knuckles to turn white.
His throat bobbing, hips meeting your ass as his cum spilled all over your walls. Painting your insides white. The new sensation of being filled to the brim made your own release wash over you. Your legs became weak as tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.
“Fuck!” You cried out, slamming your hand back onto the window. The contact made a big bang, which, surprisingly, none of you noticed.
Your mind was absolutely scrambled, lost in the orgasm he just gave you. Probably the best one you've experienced together, and if it wasn’t for his arms holding you up, you would’ve fallen to the ground.
He held you close to his chest, panting into your ear. Overcoming his own release. Then he slowly pulled out of your pussy, watching as his dick fell out. “holy shit.”
You turned your head to face him. “Hm?”
He leaned down, cracking a hand over your plush cheek. You whine out at the contact, but he doesn’t take any of notice of it, his attention stuck on him spreading your ass cheeks apart and watching as his cum drip out of you, “This is the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.”
“Stop! You’re gonna get it on the carpet.” You complained, slapping his shoulder. He shook his head, chuckling—not long before running his finger between your slit, gathering up every drop of the white liquid that slipped out of you.
He stood up to his full height, moving his finger to your lips. “Open.”
You locked eyes with him, slowly opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. With that, he stuck his finger into your mouth. Immediately, you sucked on it, whining at the taste.
His dick got hard right away. He pulled his fingers out, leaning down, meeting your lips in another harsh kiss. The taste of both of you lingering on his tongue drew a low groan from him against your lips before he slowly pulled away.
”Just letting y'know, i'm cumming inside you all the time now.”
sorry if this is ass, i have no clue what i’m doing 😣.
HOW MUCH CAN YOU TAKE? 'CAUSE I'LL GO 'TILL I ACHE ...
Cum, cum 'till you cry.
𝄞 synopsis: it's been three days since your best friend, SAE ITOSHI, had gone to your place. three days since you ruined the friendship. three days since he ate you out. when you visited his house by routine, you didn't expect to be alone with him in his bedroom. when you were in his bedroom, you didn't expect to ruin the friendship a second time.
𝄞 disclaimer: SEQUEL TO CHILDHOOD BSF!SAE X READER PT1 ! HOWEVER, NOT NECESSARY TO PRE-READ.
𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, shy!reader, sort of shy!sae, snippet of oral (f receiving), making out, marking, hickeys, nipple play (f receiving), mutual masturbation, handjob, fingering, overstimulation (f & m receiving), dacryphilia, reader kicks him in the balls once, lil bit of miscommunication, sae calls reader idiot, stupid, dumbass, and a perv LOL, both r yappers
𝄞 word count: 8.3k + 614 bonus !
𝄞 credits: @g-gulp for making banner and discussing w/ me! also my irl friend for beta reading <3
𝄞 A/N: SPIT IN MY PUSSY
Ever since you were a child, everyone always flocked to Sae.
Whether it was because of his promising future or his looks, something about the boy attracted attention. And if it weren't for his somewhat abhorrent personality, you would even say he was made for the spotlight.
You say 'somewhat abhorrent' because even though he had a tendency to be an asshole, he was still one of your closest friends. That fact alone sparked enough controversy around school.
Pressing your phone to your ear, your mom yelled. "We have plans today with your aunt, so don't cause me any trouble!"
You sighed into the device. "Plans? Another dinner?"
"Yes. What's that tone for?"
"...Nothing. What time do I come home?"
"What time? You know what time, you—"
The line cut off, replaced with a loud dial sound. Great, you thought, placing your phone into your pocket.
You decided to pay a visit to the football field and bother Sae, who apparently liked to pretend he didn't know you. That you were some random girl telling him what's for dinner. What time he needed to be home. It was mildly understandable, since his rowdy teammates would always make a big deal out of it.
Because, frankly, you weren't his mother.
And you especially weren't his girlfriend.
Sae sat deliriously on a bench, chugging a bottle of water. His baby bangs were pushed back from sweat, accentuating the glistening slope of his cheek.
He huffed quietly as you stopped in front of him. "What do you want?"
"What time do we have to be at your house today?"
Sae shrugged. "I dunno."
Your nose scrunched in annoyance, plopping next to him on the bench. "Okaaay, then what time should I come home today?"
"I dunno."
"You're so annoying."
You reach into your schoolbag, unwrapping your sandwich from your lunchbox. Humming at the food, you stuffed the piece in your mouth.
Then, two cheery voices call out. "Hey, hey! We were looking everywhere for you."
Two of your friends stood in front of you, exchanging subtle glances and elbow nudges, wiggling their brows at you.
"Why are you here, hmm?"
"Oh!" you swallowed your first bite. "I was just asking Sae about our family meetup today."
Sae, who seemed to be observing the bugs on the ground, turned his head, lips pursing. "Hey, you got food all over you."
Then, his thumb came up to wipe the corner of your mouth, swiping his finger over your cheek.
"Ah— Stop doing that." You flinched, eyes darting to the girls in front of you.
He pulled back, long lashes fluttering at you. "But you're messy."
"Oh my god," your friends giggled. "Are you sure you're not dating?"
Your eyes widened, swatting away Sae's hand. "Ew, no! We are not dating. Never will date."
"Yeah, no," Sae sighed. "She's ugly."
Your eye twitched. Ugly?
You cleared your throat, the both of you nodding at your friends.
"See? Not dating," you said. "And besides, Sae keeps a stack of porn under his bed."
When was that? Six years ago?
You sighed into your sleeve, hiding yourself from your surroundings. Six years ago, you were denying every allegation thrown your way about Sae, that he wasn't your boyfriend or crush.
Six years ago, you were just friends. And three days ago, he—
Your head spun as the memory of him dipping between your thighs flashed through your brain, your foot tapping incessantly against the Itoshi house's floor.
You bit your lip, arms folding over your chest.
It's been three days.
Three days since you ruined your friendship with your childhood friend, Sae.
But since those three days? Sae's just been acting completely normal. Greeting you when taking out the trash, asking you to come over for dinner per his mom's orders, and staring blankly at you without a care in the world.
Normally.
It was so normal. Too normal.
And you were certain that on the day Sae kissed you, you would lose your virginity. It was a bit of a stretch—in fact, entirely a stretch.
Because, of course, Sae had been an asshole about everything—including sex.
...
The air was suffocating—light rays melting over your face, the fan whirling, and you?
You were gone. Almost.
You weakly tugged at his magenta locks. "S-Sae, I can't..."
He didn't respond, only peering from between your thighs. It was all too surreal—too much for you. And in all honesty, you would've thought it'd be too much for him too. Sae's entire face was soaked in your fluids, dripping down his chin, smeared over his cheeks and nose, and lips swollen and blushing.
Still, his grip spreading your thighs was firm, his wet tongue running a long stripe from your hole to your clit again.
"Oh my—" Your thighs trembled, attempting to close them.
Sae barely chuckled; you knew from the way his lips twitched against your folds. "Hmph."
His tongue prodded at your folds again. Then, his thumb and forefinger reached out and pinched your peeking hood, lifting it slightly and sealing his lips around the bud, sucking harshly.
"Mmm— Ah!" You whimpered, hips jerking. "F-Fuck, I hate you."
The words came out on instinct—a testament to his amazing ability to bother you. And yet, you meant no harm. Just the furrowed flick of your brow, the sweat dripping down your temple, and your poor, overwhelmed pussy.
"Hmm?" Sae hummed against your folds. "Tapping out now?"
Your grip on his hair tightened, your back arching from the electric sensations. "You idiot, a-as if 'I can't' isn't enough— Ah!"
His lips seared over your clit again, flicking the bud until your brain was officially mush and your abdomen grew hot.
"M'gonna cum again, m'gonna cum," you mewled, nails dragging on his scalp.
His breath ghosted your soaked folds, lips grazing your labia. "Then cum, stupid."
Stupid? You wanted to retort, but he slid a finger into your hole and pressed into a spot that made your hips jolt.
Compared to your fingers, his were huge. His digit flicked against a sensitive spot that made your clit ache. And it reached such a deep spot—
Your eyes blew open. "Sae!"
His name ripped from your throat as he slurped your clit into his mouth again, finger pumping in and out of your dripping hole.
The knot in your stomach undid, and another orgasm crashed down on you. At first it was euphoric—so brain-mushingly euphoric. But after cumming so many times, the feeling of euphoria consumed you. Made your abdomen warm, your thighs shaky, and your eyes glazed and wide.
Yet, your hips bucked over his tongue, riding out your high just one more time.
You twitched when his tongue began to lash at your folds again, whacking his shoulder with a bit more force. Your forearm rested over your forehead to keep you at bay, eyes burning holes into the ceiling.
Oh, fuck.
Sae withdrew his finger from your heat, pressing a wet kiss to your twitchy clit.
"Still with me?" He came up next to you, cerulean eyes drowning in mirth. "Open up."
His middle finger came to rest just by your lips, your slick dripping down his palm.
Did he seriously want you to taste yourself?
It didn't matter, anyway; the earth was spinning too much for it to matter.
"M'talking to you." Sae patted your cheek out of your trance, his gaze more directive and drilling. "Open."
Your lips parted over his finger, fluids melting over your tongue. The taste was salty but with a tinge of sweetness, tongue swirling over his digit.
"There you go." He stroked your stray hairs behind your ear, withdrawing his finger. "You are still with me."
The urge was pulling at you: the unspoken promise that tonight, you would have sex with Sae.
It made sense; you were curious and had no time or effort for dating, and he was right here all summer. Besides, Sae was already experienced, so what was the issue?
"Condom," you murmured. "Do you have condoms?"
His brow shot up in half surprise, half amusement and snickered. "For what?"
"For fucking."
"You wanna fuck?"
"Sae."
He had to hurry up before the dots skewing your vision took over, but Sae just kept looking at you like you were so incredibly funny.
You tug at the hem of his shirt once, blinking rapidly. "What?"
"I don't think you're in any state for that."
"N-No, let's do it."
"...No."
Your brows furrowed in annoyance, weakly yanking at his shirt. "Y-You're so annoying; I ask you for one thing... and you give me a hundred of the things I don't ask for."
Your head lolled to the side. "So annoying. I hate you..."
Sae's gaze switched from amusement to a softer one. "Hey, stay with me."
You wanted to reply. Wanted to fuck. But the dots in your vision were now spots, and your eyelids were oh so heavy.
Condoms.
You thought one last time.
We need a condom.
...
"Oh, dear, can you bring this up to Sae, please?"
Mrs Itoshi snapped you out of your trance, shuffling your feet over the bamboo flooring. "Oh, yes, Auntie! Sorry."
She handed you a plate full of enriching food—obviously meant for an athlete and their breadwinner son.
Mrs Itoshi was a rather tall woman with kind eyes and the same magenta hair Sae had—she did worry a lot, but it was endearing and sweet. So unlike the boy she raised.
She reached out to pinch your cheek. "My, you've grown so much, dear. After Sae came back, I really see how big you've become."
You smiled sheepishly, bowing your head. "Oh, I guess so."
"Ah, when are you going to get a boyfriend?"
You swallowed thickly. "Wha...? Boyfriend?"
She nodded profusely. "A boyfriend! You're so pretty and smart and young; I'm sure many boys like you."
"Oh, it's nothing like that."
"Ah, you don't have to keep it a secret," she cooed. "I won't tell your mother."
You definitely will tell my mother, you thought. Those two have been practically glued at the hip since high school. "No, really. I'm focusing on other stuff right now, but maybe later."
"Oh yeah," she nodded slowly. "But still, if you ever have problems, you can tell me."
"Okay, Auntie."
She smiled. "Go now. Make sure that boy eats."
You smiled again and waved her off, rushing up the stairs, a flush creeping up your neck.
If only she knew—well, it would be disastrous if she did. After all, how the hell were you supposed to tell a family friend that her son ate you out at your place a few days ago?
You took in sharp breaths in front of Sae's door. His bedroom was next to Rin's, and frankly, before he came back to Japan, it was your safe haven when you spent the days at the Itoshi household.
Your feet shuffled on the ground, slippers rubbing over the floor, before twisting the doorknob.
It shouldn't be weird, right? You thought. You've been doing this since you were kids.
The door clicked open when you saw Sae perched on his bed, a hand placed over his shoulder as he rolled his arm back. His brows were furrowed and eyes fixed on his arm, softly groaning under his breath.
Then, you met his gaze, quickly turning away from each other.
"Ahem," you cleared your throat. "Your mom told me to bring this to you."
He feigned silence but stopped rolling his defined arm, flexing it against his T-shirt sleeve.
Fuck, you thought. Don't look.
"Leave it on the side table," he said, biting back a whine. "Thanks."
You carefully placed the plate on his side table when you met Sae's gaze in curiosity.
Again?
As the seconds passed, knots began to tie in your stomach.
You both turned away, opting to fixate on his food, before he rasped. "What?"
"What?" you retorted. "It's just— Did you hurt your arm or something?"
You weren't facing him, back completely turned. But you could feel an oppressive heat creeping up your neck as the bedside lamp burnt softly, melting into the darkness of his room.
And for some reason, you knew he was feeling it too.
He mumbled. "My shoulder. Just from training."
"Oh, makes sense."
Silence charged the air. You were about to turn away, leave his bedroom, have some conscience—
"You know how to massage, right?" Sae asked. "I've seen you do it for Auntie before."
Well, yes, as much as any other kid was forced to massage their parents at a young age. You perked your head up, swallowing thickly. "I mean, I guess?"
Sae's gaze bore into yours—as if he were debating something grand in his head. His tongue clicked in his mouth.
"C'mere, then."
This was embarrassing. You thought, stepping towards him. This wasn't a good idea.
Yet, your fingers hovered over his exposed skin—settling on his defined arm, the faint hint of his veins running underneath his skin.
In a shaky breath, you whispered. "Where?"
"Here," he said, touching his right shoulder.
Your thumbs began to press into the knots in his shoulder. It was firm, nice to touch, press into, and squeeze.
"Is this okay?"
"Mm—" Sae groaned softly. "Go a little higher."
"Higher?" Your fingers moved, palm pressing into a spot higher than you were.
"Oh, fuck. You're doing good."
A flush crept up your neck, continuing to massage and relieve the knots in his shoulder. Sae kept groaning softly, like he was delicate—like he was vulnerable.
"Mm," he whimpered, the soft noise severing your thoughts. "Hurts now. Go higher."
You moved your thumbs higher, now pressing between his shoulder and collarbone. "Oh. Sorry."
Your brows furrowed, jaw clenching as your thumbs worked on him. It should be fine, right? You were massaging his shoulder that was separated by his shirt. And he's sore, so it should be fine—
Your eyes swept up his neck, meeting his gaze—low-lidded and pouring into yours.
He panted softly, brows furrowing. "Why'd you stop?"
"You— You look like you want to ask me a question!"
He kissed his teeth. "I want you to go lower."
"Lower? Isn't the pain in your shoulder?"
Sae cocked a brow at you, and then, you knew what he was asking for. Your thumbs moved down his clavicle, grazing down his chest. Featherlight, like he was something delicate.
Maybe to you, he was.
Your hands stopped at his chest, grazing the firm muscles underneath his shirt. Before you knew it, you were moving closer—so close that you could feel his breath ghosting your lips and the tip of his nose.
You blinked, eyes meeting his. And his fingers clasped around your wrist, pulling you closer.
"Uh uh," you whispered, palm pushing back on his chest. "You don't get to just do that."
Sae paused, feigning silence.
"What do you have to say about the other day?"
"What about the other day?"
"You— Don't make me say it," you huffed, hand still on his chest. "You're acting like nothing happened."
"...What did you want me to do?"
You blinked in disbelief.
Sae backtracked, thumb slowly rubbing your inner wrist. "I mean, you were curious, right?"
You paused, drawling out. "Well ... yes."
"I thought—" He scratched the back of his neck, a flush creeping up his ears. "I thought that's what that was."
"I was curious," you said, biting your inner cheek. "But you didn't exactly give me what I was asking for."
He cocked a brow. "You came. More than three times—"
"Shut up!" You clasped a hand over his mouth, your brows furrowing as he snickered.
Asshole. You could always tell when he was biting back a laugh from the crinkle under his eyes.
"...I wanted to, you know," you murmured, cheeks flushing. "Do it."
Sae muffled behind your palm. "You weren't ready, stupid. I could tell."
"Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?" you asked, removing your hand.
"You're too tight. And loud. And sensitive. Also, you move too much—"
"You— Shut up."
"What? You asked me what I meant?"
You huffed, fingers flexing. "Maybe if you didn't eat me out until my vision got blurry, I would've been ready."
He blinked, sighing softly. "Yeah? Well, maybe if you didn't keep whining like you wanted more, I would've stopped."
Your nose scrunched as Sae just quirked a brow at you, daring you to retort—to say something better.
Then, he barked out a laugh, shaking his head. "This is so stupid. C'mere."
Sae's fingers tangled in your hair, giving you a moment to back out if you willed. This is a terrible idea. You thought. So terrible—but if you pulled away now, the ache between your thighs would stay.
And you knew you were in too deep for that.
So, you leaned in, nose brushing his, and crashed your lips on his.
Asshole. Jerk. Bastard. You wanted to say, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him close. He groaned into your mouth, hands moving to tug your hips onto his lap. I'll get you next time.
Your knees landed beside his thighs on the bed, steadied by his firm grip on your thighs. His hand creeped up your hip, resting on your lower back.
You licked his lower lip—soft, wet, and plush—a signal for access. Letting out a soft moan, his lips parted, allowing you to prod your tongue at the roof of his mouth, stopping short behind his teeth.
He panted, exhaling warm breaths into your mouth as his fingers reached under your shirt, grazing your bare skin. "Easy."
You whined, lips chasing his. Sae cut you with a firm squeeze on your thigh. "Hm? Use your words."
You huffed. "My tongue."
"What about it?"
"Suck— Suck on it."
Sae's gaze—low-lidded and tempted—ran down from your eyes to your wet lips. Then, he leaned in, fingers reaching to tap your cheek, coaxing you to open your mouth.
His lips wrapped around the tip of your tongue and sucked fervently. It was hot and suffocating—he was hot and suffocating.
You mewled into his mouth, pulling him closer.
"Fuck," he huffed against your lips. "Fuck."
Your eyes flitted to his dishevelled face, hair pushed back and lips swollen. His lips kissed down your jaw, making his way down your neck.
"Ah," you moaned softly. "Wait—"
His lips grazing the skin of your neck sent electricity straight between your thighs—growing hot and aching with each second. Your head was spinning, hands fumbling to grab at his shirt—
Sae whispered against the juncture of your neck. "You're serious about wanting to fuck, aren't you?"
"...Of course I am."
He released his warm breath on your neck, pressing his lips closer to the spot under your ear.
You flexed your fingers, whining softly. "Is that a bad idea?"
"You're so..." he murmured, threatening a smile. "No, it's not. Nevermind."
His hands moved to your waist, laying you on his bed. Your back hit his fresh sheets, engulfing you in his sweet scent.
Sae hovered over you, forearms braced beside your head. "I don't have any condoms, so I won't do anything."
Your head tilted at his comment, which was... reasonable enough. "You could... pull out?"
He coughed. "M'not doing that."
You grumbled, fingers picking the lint off his T-shirt. "You could... buy some right now?"
"Do you wanna ruin the mood?"
"You're already ruining the mood."
"Tch, shut up." His lips moved to press against the spot beneath your ear, shooting shivers of sparks down your stomach. "S'because you're impatient, dumbass."
You scoffed. "You're saying I'm—"
Then, Sae bit down on your neck—hard.
"Ah!"
"Oh, shit." He pressed several kisses to the bitten spot, trying to soothe you. "You were talking too much. Got distracted."
Your nose scrunched. "You're such a dick."
He smiled against your skin, pressing kisses down your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin, making you arch into him as gasps pulled out of your throat.
"Never thought I'd be biting you until today," he murmured, sucking on an untouched patch of skin. "Younger me would be confused."
"Older me is confused," you huffed out, yelping when he bit the juncture between your collarbone and neck. "Sae!"
He grumbled in annoyance, licking a stripe up your collarbone. "What? Stop disrupting."
"Anyway, I hope you don't mind..." he whispered, fingers crawling beneath your shirt and up your bare back. "I wanna see you."
His fingers stopped short at your bra, unclasping the piece.
"All of you."
Your mind was a blur when Sae discarded your bra, fingers fumbling for the hem of your shirt. He was on his knees, hovering over you. "Has anyone ever seen you like this before?"
You pursed your lips. "What do you think?"
Sae paused, his eyes crinkling a fraction. "So I'm the only one?"
"...Shut up."
He pushed your shirt up, exposing the soft skin of your stomach, continuing until the fabric was pushed over your chest.
He leaned down, pressing a wet kiss to your temple. You felt his nose brush against yours, turning to meet his gaze.
Then, your lips parted, tongue lolling out to meet his.
Sae's tongue flicked against yours, swirling slowly around the wet muscle. You whined against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, licking over his tongue, and letting him prod the wet muscle in the cavern of your mouth. Let him see which spot made you whine and squirm. Let him see which spot made you chant his name.
When Sae pulled away, a string of saliva connected you together.
"Sae..." you whispered as he pulled back, the lamp illuminating the wet shine of his lips.
Sae snickered, warm hands resting on the underside of your breasts. You arched instinctively, eyes closing shut. His fingers ghosted up your chest, every featherlight touch trickling into your hot skin.
He touched you so well—so softly. Yet, he was everywhere except where you wanted him.
His index shakily grazed the slope of your breast, tracing a slow circle around your areola, watching your nipple bud up.
"Fuck," he murmured lowly. "M'gonna die."
Then, his fingers snaked to cup your breasts, giving a soft, desperate squeeze.
"M'gonna die," he repeated, nose brushing your cheek. "Pretty. You're so pretty."
A warm sensation trickled down your chest as his lips ghosted down your jaw, warm breath mingling with your exposed skin.
Your breaths were laboured and anticipatory as his lips pressed against the plush of your breast. "What are you gonna do?..."
His lips wrapped around the skin of your breast, sucking it into his mouth softly. You could feel his tongue flick against your skin, warmth shooting to your core.
You arched your back softly into him, whining softly. "Hngh—"
"Shh," Sae's teeth nipped at your skin, clamping down. "Haven't even touched you that much."
"Y-Yes, you have."
"Think you're just sensitive."
"Shut up."
His breath trailed from your breast to your nipple, breath perking the bud up. "M'not the one bein' noisy."
His hands snaked up your waist, thumbs brushing your stiffened nipples, adding pressure as your nose scrunched. "You are."
"S-Sae..." you mewled quietly as his thumbs pressed harder, rubbing firm circles into your aching buds. You pressed the back of your hand over your mouth, stifling your noises. "Shit."
"Hm?" His thumb and forefingers pinched your buds, tugging on them. "What is it?"
"It feels..."
"Good?" He smiled against your skin, hands pulling away, admiring your stiffened buds.
Then, his teeth sank into your supple flesh, swiping his tongue over the reddened skin. "I know."
Sae pressed wet kisses down the valley of your breasts, switching between nipping and sucking your skin. Your breath hitched, watching his head dip to your stomach.
"Sae?" you murmured as he pressed a wet kiss to the spot above your belly button.
"Hm?"
A purple splotch on your breasts and sides caught your eye. "Did you just— Did you do that?"
"Yeah?" He cast you a sarcastic glance, teeth nipping at the spot he kissed. "What about?"
"Why would you— How long is that gonna stay?" You lightly whacked his shoulder as he sucked the spot below your breast. "Mm!"
He swiped his tongue over the new, purpling splotch. "Depends. How hard do you want it?"
"Mm, I don't want people to see."
"People see you like this?" Sae's brows furrowed, lips ghosting over your side. "Like this?"
His thumb shakily grazed over the expanse of your chest, rubbing over your tightened nipple. Sae's gaze stayed on you, teeth sinking into the skin of your side.
He was teasing again. Playing around. Touching you in places that made you squirm.
"You—" you moaned softly, fingers tangling in his magenta locks. "Fuck, feels good, Sae."
"You like when I kiss you here?"
Your cheek grazed the pillows as he nuzzled his nose into your breast, gently biting your supple flesh. "Mm— Mhm."
His low-lidded gaze moved from your face to your tightened nipples, thumbing your waist. "You like when I lick you?"
His tongue ran a slow stripe up your chest, his eyes never leaving yours. The wetness left a glistening on your skin, illuminating a soft glow under the lamp.
Your fingers flexed in his locks, whining softly. "Y-Yeah."
"Want me to do it again?"
"Fuck— Are you making fun of me right now?"
Sae smiled—faintly, dignifiedly, and relentlessly—and leant into your chest. His breath ghosted over your stiff nipple before lolling his tongue out, running a slow, teasing stripe over the bud.
You squirmed, pulling the strands of his hair. "S-Sae!"
His fingers wrapped around your wrist, pinning it to the bed before murmuring against your glistening bud. "Look at me."
Your hazy gaze darted around the room before sweeping to him, hovering above your breast. "What?"
"I won't do this if you don't look." He licked another stripe up your nipple, thumb and forefinger moving to gently pinch the other. "That's my only rule."
A flush crept up your cheeks as he swirled his tongue over your bud—slow, unrelenting, and teasing. "Since when did we have rules?—"
Sae wrapped his lips around your nipple, tongue swirling around the bud as he sucked fervently. The wanton sensation swept over your nipples, shooting sparks to your aching core.
"Since now," he murmured, pressing a wet kiss to the stiffened bud. "You like it when I suck you here?"
You whined. "That feels!—"
He tilted his head, swiping his tongue over his lips. "Bad? You want me to stop?"
"No, no." You shook your head. "Don't stop."
Sae's lips ghosted your skin, moving to your untouched bud. "Could've said that, hm? I know you like it."
His hand reached to palm your glistening breast, softly squeezing the mound. "I know you do."
He wrapped his lips around your other nipple, tongue rubbing the bud in a slow, passionate motion. You arched into him as his forefinger flicked the other one, pinching and tugging on your wet bud.
"Sae!..."
He darted his tongue out to a single point, flicking the wet muscle over your stiff nipple. "Hm?"
"Feels good," you mewled. "Don't stop— Please don't stop."
Sae, unrelenting, wrapped his lips around your nipple again, sucking fervently on the bud while his tongue swirled. It shot a warmth across your chest, shooting to your aching core.
You rubbed your thighs together impatiently as his teeth nipped at your bud, gently tugging on it. "Ah..."
"Mm..." Sae's teeth grazed your tightened nipple again, pulling ever so softly. "Mm."
He pulled back, paying his attention back to your glistening bud, fingers shakily tugging the unattended one. He lolled his tongue out, licking a slow stripe up your sensitive bud.
Your jaw was slack and eyes glassy before fixing on Sae, who took your nipple into his mouth again. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked fervently, tongue swirling and lashing at your wet bud.
"Sae!" You whimpered, squirming.
"What now?"
His tongue was all too overwhelming—too good—that the warmth between your thighs throbbed with each passing second. You panted. "T'much."
"Sensitive?" He asked, fingers moving to pinch your aching buds.
"What do you think?—"
Sae grimaced—ever so slightly. "Thought you liked it."
You frowned, ignoring your burning cheeks. "Y-Yeah, but..."
"But what?"
"You're embarrassing me with all these questions!" You lightly whacked his head with your free hand, frowning at his pout. "And you said you wouldn't do anything!"
He huffed. "I am not doing anything."
You raised a brow before gesturing to your marked skin, running all the way from your neck to your breasts and stomach. "You are doing something, idiot."
"Hmph," he clicked his tongue against his cheek. "So what?"
"So what?—" You huffed, pushing yourself up from your palms. "You just keep doing anythin' you please, even though you refuse to do it."
"...We went over this; we don't have condoms."
Your brows furrowed, thumb swiping over the saliva at the corner of his mouth. "I know. So let me see your dick."
Sae coughed into his fist. "Let you see my— What?"
"Oh, so you can see every part of me, but I can't see your little dick?"
"Don't call my dick little," he scoffed. "Why do you wanna see it anyway?"
You fiddled with your fingers, your shirt still pushed over your chest. "Because... I wanna make you feel good too."
A flush crept up Sae's neck, his hand sweeping over his lower face as he snorted.
Your eye twitched.
Did he just laugh?
His shoulders slightly bounced as he giggled into his hand, eyes averting from yours.
"What?" Your jaw slacked open, staring as he laughed. "What the fuck?"
"You're confident, but," Sae snorted again. "I doubt your skills."
"Are you shitting me?"
"No."
You shook your head. "I don't think I'd be terrible."
"You'd be pretty terrible."
Your brows furrowed at his stupid remarks, your foot aiming for his balls, just like when you were kids.
He groaned, face contorting. "What the fuck?"
"Hm," you huffed, instead feeling a stiff, aching heat between his legs. "What is that?"
Sae let out a shaky breath. "You know what that is."
Your foot slowly pressed into his crotch. "Not really. How hard are you right now?"
Sae must have been aching from the way his cock jumped in his pants, straining against the fabric. You tilted your head curiously, feeling his stiffness. It was hard, albeit a little squishy and twitched terribly—
He huffed, lips twitching. "I swear to god, that's enough."
You were about to press harder until he caught your ankle, moving your foot to the bed. "Fine. You can see my dick."
Your eyes lit up as he moved to adjust his waistband, his hand reaching into his sweats. "See how fuckin' 'small' it is."
His elbow dipped into the sheets beside your head as he hovered over you, cerulean gaze pouring into yours. Fingers reached into his sweats as he pulled his aching cock from his pants, pushing the fabric down.
A day ago, you thought you had some semblance to what a dick looked like in person.
But Sae's was foreign. Twitching. Almost, almost even blushing.
Fluids pearled at his tip, trickling down his shaft. His hand wrapped around the tip, slowly pumping to the base. "... Fuck, this is embarrassing."
"What is that? Did you cum?" Your cheeks burnt as he pumped softly, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
"No, idiot. It's pre."
"What is pre?"
"Pre-cum?" Sae's brows furrowed. "It's like when you get wet, almost."
"Oh," you bit back a laugh. "You must be really sensitive then."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get so—"
You reached out curiously, forefinger pressing against his tip, where pre-cum leaked out. It was sticky and slick, collecting at the pad of your finger.
A stuttering gasp pulled out of Sae's throat, cock twitching as you touched him. He shakily pumped his cock once more, hips bucking into his hand.
"Fuck you," he panted. "Fuck you."
You bit back a laugh, pulling back. "Can I touch it?"
His forehead dropped to your shoulder, damp bangs pressing softly into your skin. "Don't do what you did last time. Wrap your hand around it."
You couldn't see his face, but you felt his breath hitching against your skin and his hand snaking to yours—wrapping around it and slowly guiding it to his cock.
Your breath hitched as your fingers wrapped around the base, your thumb and forefinger barely brushing each other. He swiped his tongue over his lips, brows furrowing as you squeezed softly. "Like that, mm— Good, just go slow."
His wet lips pressed between your neck and clavicle, licking a stripe up your skin. Like some means to distract himself. To distract you from the slight stutter in his hips.
After observing Sae for so long—since he first scored into a net, since he failed almost all of his classes, and since the first girl in your class gave him chocolates—you knew it would be futile.
You've been watching him for so long. Observing him for years. Because one day, you might come and find out these things yourself—touch him, learn his movements, tease him.
His cock was sticky, maybe from all the pre-cum dripping onto his shaft or the heat of your bodies. You gently squeezed his base, hand slowly pumping up to his tip.
He nuzzled his nose into your neck, teeth baring and twitching to nip at you. "Slowly."
You swallowed thickly as your hand stroked his tip, dragging it back down to his base. He moaned quietly into the juncture of your neck, eyelashes fluttering against your damp skin.
"Shit," he cursed, something close to a whimper edging at his lips. "Like that."
His hips bucked into your hand as you squeezed his cock again, stroking the sticky mess up to his tip, where pre-cum pearled at the head.
He throbbed in your hand, the tip blushing redder and redder. Your cheek nuzzled against his as your head turned, lashes batting against each other's skin as you gazed into him.
Sae's eyes—usually lazy and unbothered—crinkled ever so slightly, staring into you.
You squeezed his tip, your thumb brushing his slit as pre-cum soaked the pad of your thumb. Lips ghosting over his, you paused and pressed your lips to his, tongue prodding into his mouth.
Something akin to a whine melted into your mouth as his hips spasmed into your warmth, hand dragging down his base, and—
A wet, sticky fluid spilt onto your hand, all the way down your wrist. Your tongue swiped over his before pulling away, meeting his flushed, redden tip and something new—no, something lewd on your skin.
He swallowed thickly as you observed the white mess on your skin, eyes meeting his.
Sae turned away.
"Did you cum?"
"...Shut up."
You pressed the back of your clean hand over your mouth, flush creeping up your neck. "Wow, that was kind of... quick?"
Sae's ears reddened, his tongue clicking against his cheek.
"Is it always that fast?"
"No, stop talkin' about it." He murmured. "That was a one-time thing."
"I thought you were like, experienced."
"I am."
"But that wasn't even a minute!"
"You— You kissed me."
He cast you a shy glance, lips pursing. Eyes fleeting to his still hard cock, you swallowed thickly. "...Right."
Your hand brushed his base again, fingers flexing against his sticky skin. "Can I do it again?"
"I dunno. That made me shy," he whispered. "Let me touch you this time."
Your hand wrapped around his shaft again, pumping slowly. "But you're still hard."
He let out a low gasp, fingers snaking to the edge of your waistband. "So? We both have hands."
His hand slipped beneath the fabric, the pads of his fingers brushing against your twitchy clit. "Might as well use them."
Sae's index and middle fingers rubbed the soaked fabric covering your entrance. "Shit, you're so wet."
"Because you kept kissing and biting me everywhere— Fuck."
His middle finger dipped beneath your panties, collecting your slick on his fingers. "What was that? Sayin' something?"
You squeezed his shaft harder this time, pumping your hand up to his tip. "Fuck you."
"Can't today. No condoms."
A grimace crept onto your lips. "Not funny, Sae."
He chuckled, the vibration melting into your skin before his lips met your own, tongue swiping the spot behind your teeth. You whined into the kiss as his fingers crept lower, brushing your entrance.
"I think you're ready," Sae whispered against your cheek, his hip nudging you to spread your thigh. "I'll do one finger for now, okay?"
You nodded, breath hitching. "My shorts."
"Want them off?"
"Mhm."
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling the fabric off with a few smooth tugs. Discarding your clothes onto the bed, his fingers curled by your entrance, his middle finger pressing against the spot.
Your hand gripped his base tighter, slowly pumping to his tip and back whenever you could, lips brushing his. "Sae."
"Relax, relax." He urged, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you pumped. "I got you."
His middle finger prodded at your entrance, angling it so, and dipped inside. Compared to the first time he tried to finger you, your hole accommodated him, soaked folds twitching as his thumb rubbed sticky circles on your clit.
Sae let out a low whine as you squeezed his tip. "Mm, you're so fuckin' wet."
"It... It doesn't hurt," you moaned sweetly.
"Yeah?" He leaned in close, lips brushing your temple as the tip of his finger prodded at the entrance of your hole—brushing against every ridge and spot that made you react. "Feel good?"
"F-Feels good," you whined as his entire finger slid inside, curling at the roof of your pussy. "Ah!"
"What, that feels good too?" He whispered. "Did I touch your G-spot?"
Your hips bucked into his finger as he curled again into the same spot, a new warmth settling into your abdomen. You nodded hazily, your free hand moving to grip his shoulder.
"S-Sae, how should I touch you?"
He raised a brow, his finger sliding in and out of your wet heat, curling into the spot that made you buck. "You're doin' well so far."
You shakily pumped from his tip to base, squeezing the sticky shaft. "How should I touch you to make you cum?"
Sae's gaze averted to the pillows, flush creeping up his neck. "You wanna go there?"
"I don't wanna cum alone," you breathe out. "Not like last time."
His head dipped to watch your fingers slowly stroke his cock, remnants of his previous pleasure creeping in his abdomen. "Rub your thumb over the slit right there."
He slid his finger and pressed upwards as you swiped your thumb over his slit again, rubbing it in a sticky side-to-side motion. Squeezing softly as his hips bucked, he withdrew his finger. "Fuck, like that."
Sae's eyes squeezed shut, teeth catching the supple skin of your neck. "Gonna cum if you keep doin' that. You wanna make me cum?"
"Mhm, wanna see you cum," you said, biting your lip and thumbing at his tip.
"Before you?"
"Before me."
He laughed, low and shaky. "T-Then rub the underside. It feels— Fuck, you know how it feels."
You did know how it felt to be touched so sweetly that you could go insane. Maybe Sae taught you that feeling, but it was something you knew too well. Something you wanted to chase. You thumb at the underside of his twitching cock, rubbing in sticky circles.
His head threw back, eyes screwing shut. "Shit, shit."
Sae was already sensitive and brainless beyond comprehension. You were just too good for him—too good for his nerves to settle down. If he came again, he would seem beyond stupid. Beyond precise. But you kept asking him where to touch, how to touch, how to make him feel good.
He couldn't help but indulge you.
So his soaked finger moved to graze your wet, twitchy folds, rubbing sticky circles onto your clit. "If you wanna cum too, then fucking stop."
You smiled—faintly, dignifiedly, relentlessly—and continued to pump his cock. Rubbing his pearly slit, thumbing the underside of his tip, and dragging your hand down to his base.
It was all too much. His hips were already bucking into your hand, and his fingers were already shaking against your folds.
Not again. He thought, lip trembling. Not again.
You rubbed your thumb into his slit once more, giving a soft squeeze. And with that, ropes of white spilt from his cock.
You continued to pump him, brows furrowed and gaze fixed. "Again?"
"Fuck, stop that." He grabbed your wrist, letting out a shaky breath. "You're so..."
Sae ran his fingers through his magenta locks, hips still spasming and cock twitching. "M'not usually like this, just so you know."
"I know," you nodded, biting back a smile. "Don't be embarrassed."
He kissed his teeth, tongue swiping over them. "Shut up. Go on, do it again."
He loomed over you, warm hands splaying over your smooth thigh. Lips brushing your ear, Sae whispered. "I swear to god I'll make you cum this time."
Your hands found home on his shoulders as his hand between your thighs again, middle and ring fingers slowly rubbing your folds. He started slow, rubbing sticky figure eights at your entrance before snaking his way up to your twitchy clit—softly pinching the hood.
Sae's lip trembled against your cheek as your hand reached for his cock again, gripping the antsy base. His tip blushed red as you began to pump his overwhelmed cock in slow strokes.
"Fuck," he whined, his thumb and forefinger lifting the hood before massaging sticky motions onto your peeking clit.
Your hips jolted, mewls pulling from your throat as he continued to rub—eyes low-lidded and fixed on your soaked folds. Sae's hip nudged your squirming thighs apart, fingers snaking down to your entrance again.
"I neglected you, huh? Neglected your fuckin' pussy?" He chuckled, the words coming out shaky as you continued to stroke him up and down.
"S-Sae," you whined, squeezing his tip noticably harder. "Put it in already."
His nose nuzzled your skin as your hips bucked to meet his fingers, pulling back to rub slow circles into your folds.
"Haah— Just give me a second, hm? Gotta adjust to your—" Sae whined lowly, exhaling shakily. "Gotta adjust to your hand squeezing me."
Your hand stilled over his flushed cock, brows furrowing as he slid his ring and middle fingers into your wet heat. "Your fingers!—"
Sae's fingers have always been longer and bigger than yours, now mushing into your tight hole. It stung a little, but the pleasure that he gave was too much—too good to pass up on, thighs shaking as he pressed up on a spot that made you whine.
His breath was mingling with your own, and your hand began to drag up his cock again, thumbing his flushed tip. "It hurts a little, Sae; wait."
"I know, I know. J-Just..."
Sae's thumb massaged sticky circles on your clit, coaxing your hole open. He bit his lip as he slowly pulled his fingers out, the pads of his fingers dragging against the roof of your cunt.
Then, with a click of his tongue, he pushed his digits back in, curling upwards.
"Sae!" you moaned, squeezing his base. "That's— Fuck, s'good."
"Good, hm? Doesn't hurt?"
You shook your head as his thumb flicked at your puffy clit, fingers dragging out and in. "D-Doesn't hurt, mmph."
"Yeah? 'Cause you're hurtin' me right now."
Your hazy gaze fleeted down to his flushed cock, getting impossibly squeezed by your hand.
"Oh, oh shit," you let go, thumb and forefinger shakily rubbing his slit. "M'sorry."
He whined into your ear, teeth nipping the sensitive skin. "Fuck— You're makin' it worse, kinda. I'll cum again."
You swallowed thickly. "Again?"
"Shut— Shut up," he murmured, teeth sinking into your cheek.
"A-Ah!" you yelped, wrapping your hand around his tip. "What the fuck?"
"You asked for it." He pulled away, eyes low-lidded and fixed on yours, pressing a kiss onto the spot he bit.
You panted.
So did he.
And a lewd idea flashed through your head—making him cum over and over again until he couldn't think. That would be a sweet revenge for what he did to you last time and a perfect image in your head.
But Sae leaned in, lips brushing yours. "Let's cum together then, hm?"
Then, his lips swallowed yours, tongues swirling against each other's—prodding into the wet cavern of your mouth. You whined into his mouth as his fingers began to piston in and out of your soaked hole at a new, quickened pace, curling into a sweet, electric spot.
"Sae," you moaned into his mouth. "You're goin' fast."
He swallowed your moans, lips searing over yours. "That's the idea."
Your hand squeezed his shaft, pumping quick, sticky motions up and down his cock. His hips shuddered into your hand, breath getting more laboured as you continued.
"Not gonna be gentle?" he panted against your lips. "After you made me cum so many times?"
"Wan' you to cum one more time," you whispered as he curled his fingers up. "P-Please?"
His digits slid in and out of your hole, each push harsher than the last one. Something hot and bursting knotted in your lower stomach, hips jolting every time he curled his fingers. "Sae!"
Sae's tongue licked a stripe over yours, sucking the wet muscle into his mouth. "Fuck— Fuck, m'gonna cum soon."
You panted, whining into his mouth. "I-I can't!"
"What's that?" His thumb moved to shakily rub quick circles on your clit. "Of course you can."
Your hips lifted, hole clenching around his digits as you squeezed his cock. "Sae!"
Sae. Sae. Sae. Sae.
He whined against your lips, cock spasming in your hand as you pumped erratically—up and down, thumbing his slit, the underside of his tip.
"You're perfect," he sputtered. "P-Perfect."
Sae's digits pistoned into you at a maddening pace, curling so deeply into your gummy spot. Your vision began to blur as you moaned into his skin. "Sae!— Sae, I'll cum!"
His lips found yours again, tongues swirling over each other's as you whined. Your hips spasmed against his hand, your hand squeezing impossibly tight and—
His digits pressed into the same sweet spot, and the warm knots in your stomach undid and burst, washing over your body in electric rivulets.
You felt something hot spurt onto your soaked hand, stilling against his cock.
Sae was right. He did cum again.
His lips pulled away from yours, his free hand wiping over his face. You panted, bleary-eyed and dazed, as his digits continued to pump in and out of your slick, slower this time.
"Sae?..." you murmured, giving his cock a final squeeze, and—
Sniffle.
Your head snapped to his covered face, his breath shaking. "Sae?"
He swiped his tongue over his lips, fingers trembling. "Shit, I just came a third time..."
Sae removed his hand, and that's when you saw him raw. His cerulean eyes welled with tears, threatening to spill at any second.
"Fuck," he wiped the stray tears. "My dick's gonna die young."
You scoffed, jaw slack. "Are you crying?"
"Are you judging?"
"No, no. I just..." you panted as he pushed himself up, digits withdrawing from your folds. "I'm surprised."
"How is that surprising? I came three times," he huffed. "You really are a pervert."
A pervert?
"Hey! What the fuck?—"
"You owe me," he murmured, hands prying your thighs apart. "I don't like to cry."
Shit, you thought as his hand moved, palm facing up, and his ring and middle fingers slid into your soaked folds.
You were so fucked.
"You can take it, right?" Sae panted, fingers curling into your gummy spot. "I took what, three? You can take three, four, five more?"
His other hand reached up to pinch the hood of your puffy clit, lifting the hood as his thumb rubbed sticky figure eights into your bud.
You arched your back, hips jolting from his overwhelming touch. "Sae!"
"Shut up," he huffed, digits pressing into a sweet spot.
Your eyes squeezed shut as he leaned into you, lips wrapping around your stiffened nipple. "S-S'good."
Sae's damp bangs pressed against the smooth expanse of your skin, tongue swirling around the bud before his teeth nipped at the edges.
"Fuck," he murmured, licking a slow stripe around your nipple. "You can take it, right?"
You whimpered as his digits pumped into your hole, clenching around him for the nth time. "I can take it."
"Good," he murmured, thumb rubbing your overwhelmed clit in a relentless side-to-side motion. "See how many you can take."
His teeth sank into your chest as you moaned, hips stuttering. It was going to happen again while you were still sensitive. Before you could catch your breath and take your time to cum another orgasm crashed over you. Hard and messy.
But his fingers didn't stop or slow down, even as your head spun and tears pricked your eyes.
Sae panted, hand splaying over your lower stomach. The lamp illuminated a beautiful shine on his face, light catching the slope of his cheek. His thumb reached out to wipe the stray tear from your cheek. "Crying already? Don't be like that."
He panted, tongue clicking against his cheek. "Two down, three more to go."
It's been three days since Sae had eaten you out at your place.
Three days.
And now, Sae was going to make you cum three more times.
Three times?
You were so unbelievably fucked.
BONUS !
The rays of light scorched your skin as you sat on a field of grass.
The sun was surely melting your skin as sweat dripped from the back of your neck. Your mom had pestered you in the morning about it and spun your hair into the tightest high ponytail in existence.
Gosh, it was so annoying. This day. The hot weather. This stupid game.
Next to you was a boy about two years younger than you with a head full of dark hair and big, babyish eyes. He was short enough to stand at your sitting height, his tiny fingers pawing at the fence.
"Nii-chan," he murmured, teal eyes fixed on the football field. "Nii-chan! Nii-chan!"
Mrs Itoshiiii... You thought, picking at your shirt. Rin's talking to himself again.
Some other kid walked past the fence, pushing the small boy off balance, but your arm quickly shot out, rushing to Rin.
"Rin!" his head landed on your arm, eyes wide yet unfazed. "Are you okay?"
He nodded, not even looking at you. "Why aren't you watching Nii-chan?"
"I am."
"No."
"I will."
Rin puffed out his cheeks before scrabbling to his feet again. "He's gonna score again."
You tilted your head, eyes fixing on the field. Your mom had always forced you to watch Sae's games since you were six. It had been a weird tradition, and frankly, you were tired of the cheering and stacks of awards given to the annoying, stupid kid.
But Rin? He adored him, so much so that he could psychically predict his goals.
And he was right.
Sae spun, dodging the other player, before shooting the ball, scoring clean into the net. His face was concentrated, almost calculated, and proud—one of the reasons you thought he was so incredibly annoying.
The crowd cheered vehemently while Rin did his little victory dance.
Sae's team won.
Again.
You puffed out a sigh, used to this sort of thing, when Rin turned around, his head a little big for his body, like he was going to topple over at any given moment. "Isn't Nii-chan the coolest?"
"Yeah," you said. "The coolest."
Sae's cerulean gaze shot out to yours in the crowd—well, maybe to his little brother's—and he smiled. Faint, dignified, and relentless. Sweat beaded off the side of his cheek, staining his fair skin.
Then, his hand reached for the hem of his jersey, wiping his sweat. Your eyes flitted down.
Oh my god. Your eyes widened. Why is his stomach so toned?
Bells were flaring in your twelve-year-old head—not wedding bells, more like... bells. Just bells.
It reminded you of all the Webtoon you've consumed at night, where the guy's muscles are toned and firm and nice. Obviously, he would have to do some exercising in football practice. He didn't quite have muscles yet, but the exposure of his skin had your cheeks flaring with some weird feeling. It reminded you of—
A flush crept up your neck, the realisation of your thoughts hitting you.
Ew!
Cooties. You thought, softly patting Rin's back. Cooties.
Oh, but Sae was already making his way towards you. You frowned, pushing yourself up on your palms.
Great, now he was going to open his mouth again.
He hooked his chin over the fence, grinning at Rin. "See that, Rin? Another goal to becoming the best striker in the world. And I got another trophy."
"You're amazing, Nii-chan!" Rin hopped, smiling as Sae ruffled his hair.
"And what about you?" Sae asked.
"What about me?"
"Was I amazing?"
You huffed, turning away. "Shut up."
Rin cut in. "But Nee-chan, you said Nii-chan was the coolest."
CW: angst (with happy ending), emotionally constipated reader, fear of commitment (reader), SMUT!!
Satoru is really pathetic in this one (but there's payoff, i swear)
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The music thumped heavily through the walls of the engineering frat house. The birthday party was pure chaos— red cups scattered everywhere, people grinding in the living room, and the air thick with the smell of weed.
You were in the kitchen, leaning against the island with a gin tonic in hand. You weren’t trying to get blackout drunk, just wanted to forget the disaster that was your last final.
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared beside you, reaching for a bottle of rum.
“Mind passing me that?” he asked in a smooth, confident voice
You turned and looked up.
Satoru Gojo.
Even under the shitty party lighting, he stood out. Tall, with that signature snow-white hair, striking blue eyes, and an aura of effortless charm that screamed trouble. Put simply, he was stupidly attractive.
You handed him the bottle without a word.
“Thanks,” he said, but instead of walking away he stayed, studying you with curiosity. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around much. Friend of the birthday guy?”
“Friend of his girlfriend,” you replied, taking a sip of your drink. “Only here because she dragged me.”
Gojo let out an amused chuckle, his grin widening “I like the honesty”
The conversation flowed surprisingly well. He was quick-witted, funny in the right way, and didn’t try too hard. One drink turned into two, then three. The flirting became more obvious — lingering looks, teasing remarks, his body slowly inching closer to yours.
An hour later you were both upstairs in one of the empty bedrooms. You pushed him against the wall the moment the door clicked shut, mouth crashing into his while your fingers tugged urgently at his belt.
The kiss was hot, messy, and intense, tongues sliding together as his hands roamed down your sides. You tugged at his shirt impatiently.
“Off.”
He chuckled against your lips, pulling back just enough to yank the shirt over his head, revealing a toned, lean torso. You ran your hands over his chest as he worked on your clothes, peeling your top off and unhooking your bra with practiced ease.
“You’re gorgeous,” he muttered, mouth latching onto your neck, sucking and biting while his hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened.
You moaned softly, fingers threading through his white hair “Just fuck me already”
“Yes ma’am”
He lifted you effortlessly and dropped you gently onto the bed. Then he yanked your pants and panties down in one swift motion. You heard his belt buckle, the zipper, and the tear of a condom wrapper.
He rubbed the thick head of his cock against your soaked entrance, teasing you for a second before thrusting in deep.
“Fuck,” you both moaned at the same time.
He was huge, just as the rumors said. Everything about him was big — that tall figure hovering over you, broad shoulders, and the way he stretched you so deliciously full.
He gave you barely a moment before he started moving. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he fucked you, one hand gripping your hip, the other reaching around to rub your clit.
“You feel so fucking good” he growled, pounding into you faster.
You were moaning loudly, pushing against him with every thrust. The pleasure built fast and intense, and your orgasm crashed over you without warning, walls clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through your body.
Gojo groaned at the feeling, fucking you through it before his own pace faltered. He buried himself deep and came with a low, rough moan.
For a few moments, the only sound was your heavy breathing.
He pulled out carefully, disposed of the condom, and collapsed onto the bed beside you, still catching his breath.
You, however, didn’t stay. You sat up almost immediately and started gathering your clothes.
“Already leaving?” he asked, his eyebrows slightly raised
“Mhm,” you muttered, pulling your top back on.
Gojo propped himself up on one elbow, watching you quietly as you fixed your clothes. Before you reached the door, he spoke again.
“At least tell me your name?”
For the first time since getting out of bed, you actually looked at him. “Maybe next time.”
And with that, you slipped out of the room, leaving him lying there naked on the bed, staring at the door with a furrowed brow
—
Three weeks later you were at your best friend’s apartment for a small get-together. You walked in carrying snacks and froze in the doorway.
Satoru Gojo was sitting on the couch, long legs spread, wearing a black compression shirt that should be illegal. Next to him was your best friend’s boyfriend… and apparently, Gojo had become pretty close to him.
Your best friend grinned. “Oh good, you’re here!”
Gojo’s head snapped toward you, but didn’t say anything. The night went on normally, at least on the surface. You laughed with your friends and played stupid games. But you could feel his eyes on you the entire time. Every time you moved, every time you laughed, he was watching.
Later, when people started leaving, he caught you in the hallway.
“Can we talk?” he asked quietly.
You raised an eyebrow. “About what?”
“About the fact that I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night.”
“It was one night. We had fun. That's it.”
He stepped closer, towering over you, but his voice was surprisingly gentle. Almost cautious.
“What if I want more? You left without even telling me your name. I had to ask your friend”
You stared at him for a long moment, caught slightly off guard.
“I don’t do relationships. And I don’t do exclusivity. If you’re looking for something serious, I’m not the girl for you”
His jaw tightened, but after a second he shrugged, that easy smirk returning.
“Then I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me.”
You should have walked away right then. Instead, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into the bathroom.
That became the pattern. Days turned into weeks before either of you realized it. You’d text him late at night, and he’d show up at your dorm or you’d go to his fancy off-campus apartment after classes. The sex was incredible every single time — sometimes rough and desperate, sometimes slow and teasing. But every time he tried to stay the night or asked to see you for something other than sex, you shut it down.
“I’m not looking for anything serious,” you’d remind him.
And every time, Satoru would smile like it didn’t hurt and say, “I know.”
But it did hurt. He was falling hard, and he knew it. He started turning down other girls without hesitation. His friends teased him about how whipped he was getting, but he didn’t care. He just wanted you — in any way you’d let him have you.
One night after you’d ridden him until both of you were shaking, you tried to get up and leave like always.
His arms tightened around your waist.
“Stay,” he whispered against your shoulder. “Just this once.”
You froze, then gently pried his hands off.
“I can’t.”
You got dressed in silence. When you glanced back before closing the door, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, head lowered, white hair falling over his eyes. He looked… defeated. And yet he still texted you the next day.
—
“So… there’s a university couple’s event next weekend. You should bring someone!” your best friend said
You laughed. “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen”
Her eyes sparkled mischievously. “What about Gojo?”
“We’re not together.”
“Right. Maybe he’ll bring someone else” She shrugged
The thought of him showing up with another girl made something ugly and sharp bloom in your chest.
You hated that feeling. Because you weren’t supposed to care.
—
The event was louder than you expected. Couples were everywhere: kissing in corners, dancing way too close, feeding each other snacks like they were in some cheesy rom-com. It made your skin crawl a little.
You hadn’t brought anyone. Instead, you showed up in a tight black dress that showed just enough cleavage and skin. You told yourself it wasn’t for anyone in particular.
But when Satoru Gojo walked in wearing a loose white button-up with the first few buttons undone and black pants that sat low on his hips, you knew you were lying to yourself.
His eyes found you instantly. That bright blue gaze dragged slowly down your body, then back up. He didn’t even try to hide the hunger. He made his way over, hands in his pockets.
“You didn’t text me to come with you.”
“Didn’t think I needed to. We’re not together”
Something flickered across his face — quick, sharp, gone in a second. But his smile stayed.
“Right.”
The rest of the night continued like that. You talked with people, laughed, and danced a little. Gojo stayed nearby, always watching. Every time a guy approached you, you felt his stare burning into your back.
At one point, a tall guy from your literature class leaned in to say something in your ear over the music. You laughed at his joke.
Later, you slipped outside to get some air. The backyard was quieter, only a few couples making out in the shadows.
You reached a darker spot behind a tree when you heard footsteps behind you.
“You’ve been avoiding me all night,” Satoru said
You turned. He was standing too close, his eyes dark
“I’m not avoiding you. I’m just existing in the same place as you”
“Existing while other guys whisper in your ear?” He stepped even closer, towering over you. “While you laugh at their shitty jokes?”.
“We’re not exclusive, Satoru. I told you that from the start.”
“I know what you said.” His hand came up, fingers brushing your jaw. “Doesn’t stop me from hating it.”
The possessiveness in his voice should’ve annoyed you. Instead, your gaze dropped to his mouth.
That was all it took.
You grabbed his shirt and pulled him down into a hard kiss. He groaned into your mouth, hands immediately sliding down to grip your ass, his leg sliding between yours
Your breath hitched against his lips.
“You drive me crazy,” he growled between kisses
You rocked your hips against his thigh, your panties already soaked. He grabbed one of your legs and hooked it around his waist, pressing his own higher to give you better friction.
“Satoru— fuck—”
“Come for me, soak my pants. I know you can do it”
His words sent a dark thrill through you. You came with a broken cry, walls clenching around nothing. He kissed you softly this time — slow, almost tender. His fingers brushed a strand of hair out of your face.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered, his forehead resting briefly against yours. “My place’s closer.”
You looked up at him. Those beautiful blue eyes were wide open, vulnerable in a way that made your chest tighten. For a second, you almost said yes.
“I can’t. I have an early class tomorrow.”
For a moment, neither of you moved. Then you smoothed down your dress, turned around, and walked away.
He didn’t try to stop you.
—
The next weeks nothing changed; you’d have incredible sex that left you both exhausted and satisfied, then you’d slip out the door before either of you could pretend it meant something more
But then, jealousy crept in. You started noticing how other girls still flirted with him — especially a girl named Mei Mei from the business department who was bold and gorgeous. You hated how it made you feel.
So you did what you always did when feelings got too complicated: you pushed back harder.
You hooked up with someone else. Just once. A random guy. It was mediocre at best.
When Satoru found out — because of course he did — something in him cracked.
That night the sex was different — rougher, almost angry. He fucked you like he was trying to erase the memory of anyone else inside you. He had you on all fours, your back arching as he thrusted deep and hard, whispering filthy things mixed with soft pleas.
“Only me… fuck, please let it be only me…”
You came harder than you had in weeks. Afterwards, he didn’t try to make you stay. He just lay there, an arm over his eyes, breathing uneven. You dressed in silence, but before you left, you hesitated at the door.
“Satoru…”
“Don’t,” he said quietly. “Just… go.”
You left. And it felt like shit.
—
The following week was hell. You threw yourself into classes, assignments, and parties — anything to keep your mind off the way Satoru had looked at you that night. The quiet defeat in his voice still echoed in your head. You hated it. You hated how it made your chest feel tight.
You didn’t text him. He didn’t text you. The silence was worse than the fighting. Your best friend noticed something was wrong and cornered you on campus
“Okay, spill. What’s going on with you and Gojo? He looks like shit and you’ve been acting weird.”
You shrugged, pushing food around your plate.
“Nothing. We’re just… casual.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Casual doesn’t usually make two people look miserable.”
You didn’t answer.
That night, around 10pm., your phone lit up.
He showed up at your dorm in fifteen minutes, wearing a black hoodie and sweats, looking exhausted.
“I try, I really try to stop thinking about you, to stop wanting to see you. ‘Cause you’re killing me” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Slowly, painfully”
You froze.
“I told you from the beginning what this was.” you said quietly, not looking at him
He let out a bitter laugh. He looked wrecked — hair messy, lips swollen, eyes glassy.
“Yeah. You did.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Doesn’t stop me from being in love with you though.”
The words hit you like a slap. You stared at him, heart hammering.
“Don’t say that.”
“Why not?” His voice cracked. “It’s true. I’ve been falling for you since that first night. And you know it. You’ve always known it.”
You felt panic rising in your chest. This was too much. Too real.
He stepped closer, cupping your face with both hands. His thumbs brushed your cheeks almost tenderly.
“I know you’re scared. I see it. But I’m right here. I’ll keep letting you use me if that’s what you need… but fuck, it hurts.”
This time, the sex was slower. He took his time undressing you, kissing every inch of skin he exposed. When he finally pushed inside you, it was deep and deliberate, his eyes locked on yours the entire time.
“I love you,” he whispered as he moved inside you, voice raw. “I love you so fucking much.”
You closed your eyes, refusing to say it back. But your body betrayed you — clinging to him, nails digging into his back, legs wrapped tight around his waist.
He made you come twice like that — slow, deep, devastating — before he finally let himself finish.
Afterwards, he didn’t let you leave the bed. He pulled you against his chest and held you tight, even when you tried to pull away. He didn’t ask, but you stayed.
When morning came, you slipped out of his arms again while he was still sleeping. You left a note on the nightstand:
Lock the door when you leave
He read it three times, then crumpled it in his fist. For the first time in months, he didn’t text you. He didn’t chase.
—
You spent the next five days pretending everything was fine. You went to class, laughed with friends. But nothing felt right. Every time your phone buzzed, your heart jumped, hoping it was him. It never was.
On the sixth night, your best friend dragged you to a big party. The moment you walked in, you saw him.
Satoru was in the living room, surrounded by people as usual. But something was different. He had a drink in his hand and Mei Mei practically draped over his arm, laughing loudly at something he said. Her fingers traced circles on his chest.
Your stomach twisted violently.
You told yourself you didn’t care. You grabbed a strong drink and forced yourself to flirt with the first decent guy who approached you. But your eyes kept drifting back to him.
When your eyes met across the room, his expression went blank for a second. Then he pulled Mei Mei closer, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle.
That was the breaking point.
You stormed upstairs, heart pounding with anger and something that felt dangerously like heartbreak. Two minutes later the door opened.
Satoru stepped inside and locked it behind him.
“You really moved on fast,” you snapped before he could speak.
He laughed bitterly, walking toward you.
“Me? You’re the one who left a fucking note telling me to ‘lock the door when you leave’ after I told you I loved you.”
“You were letting Mei Mei crawl all over you, that’s how you love?”
“Because you keep pushing me away!” His voice rose. “What the hell do you want from me? You fuck me, you leave, you tell me not to fall for you, but the second I give someone else attention you lose it?”
You were breathing hard, chest tight with emotions you refused to name.
“I never asked you to wait for me.”
“No, you didn’t.” He stepped closer until you were inches apart. “But I did it anyway. Like an idiot.”
Something snapped between you. You crashed into him at the same time he reached for you. The kiss was violent — teeth clashing, tongues fighting, hands grabbing desperately. He shoved you onto the bed, crawling over you and pinning your wrists above your head with one hand.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he growled, biting down on your neck hard enough to leave a mark. “I hate how much I need you.”
“Shut up” you hissed, but your voice cracked.
He ripped your dress open, buttons flying. He didn’t bother with gentleness. He shoved your bra down and sucked hard on your nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive bud while his hand pushed your panties aside. Two thick fingers plunged inside you without warning, curling instantly against your g-spot.
You arched off the bed with a loud moan.
“So wet already,” he muttered against your skin. “Always so fucking ready for me.”
He finger-fucked you roughly, thumb rubbing fast circles on your clit until your thighs shook. When you were right on the edge, he pulled his fingers out, ignoring your frustrated whine.
He freed his cock — rock hard, flushed dark, already leaking precum. He rolled on a condom in record time and slammed into you in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck!” you cried out, nails digging into his shoulders.
He didn’t hold back. He fucked you like he was punishing both of you — deep strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. Every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through your body.
“Look at me,” he demanded, grabbing your chin. His blue eyes were wild, glassy with lust and heartbreak. “Look at me while I fuck you.”
You locked eyes with him as he pounded into you. The intensity was overwhelming. He leaned down, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged.
“I’ll say it again because I mean it,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I love you.”
Tears stung your eyes. You didn’t answer. Instead you pulled him down into a desperate kiss, legs wrapping tighter around his waist.
He changed angles slightly, hitting even deeper. Your orgasm crashed over you without warning — hard, shattering, leaving you sobbing his name as your walls clenched around him.
He groaned loudly, hips stuttering as he came right after you, burying himself as deep as possible.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. He stayed inside you, face buried in your neck. You could feel his tears against your skin.
He pulled out slowly and started dressing. When you noticed his hands were shaking you sat up, chest aching.
He looked at you one last time, eyes red-rimmed. “If you ever figure out what you actually want you know where to find me. But I’m done chasing.”
He left.
You stared at the ceiling for ten minutes, feeling emptier than you ever had, silent tears streaming down your face.
—
The next two weeks were the worst of your life. You avoided parties. Avoided friends. Threw yourself into studying until you burned out. Every night you stared at your phone, thumb hovering over his contact.
You missed him.
Not just the sex. You missed his stupid jokes, his voice, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room.
The denial finally cracked on a rainy Thursday night.
You showed up at his apartment soaked from the rain, banging on the door at 2 a.m.
When he opened it, he looked like shit — bags under his eyes, hair messy, wearing only sweatpants.
You didn’t say anything. You just stepped forward and kissed him. This time it was different.
The kiss was desperate and messy, rain dripping from your hair onto his bare chest. Satoru froze for half a second, then his arms wrapped around you like he was afraid you’d disappear again. He pulled you inside, kicking the door shut behind you without breaking the kiss.
“You’re soaked,” he murmured against your lips, but he didn’t let go. His hands slid under your wet shirt, gripping your waist like he needed to feel you were real.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you. His eyes were tired, guarded, but that familiar softness was still there underneath the pain.
“I’ve been scared. Scared of how much I want you. Scared that the second I stopped pretending I didn’t care, you’d have the power to break my heart. So I pushed you away. And in the process, I hurt you. I’m so sorry.”
He searched your face, as if trying to figure out whether this was real or just another moment that would disappear by tomorrow.
“I meant what I said. I’m in love with you but I can’t do the back and forth anymore. I need to know if you’re really here… or if you’re going to run again in the morning.”
You looked straight into those beautiful blue eyes and finally stopped lying to yourself.
“I’m here. I want you. All of you. No more running. No more pretending it’s just sex”
Your throat tightened, but for the first time, the words didn’t terrify you.
“I love you, Satoru.”
For a moment, he just stared at you.
Like he couldn’t quite believe he’d heard those words.
A shaky laugh escaped him, and he dragged a hand over his face. When he looked at you again, his eyes were bright.
“Say that again.”
You smiled through your tears.
“I love you.”
He pulled you into a deep kiss, holding your face between his hands like you were the most precious thing in the world. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours.
“I’ve waited so long to hear that.”
Without another word, he stood up, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bathroom.
He set you down gently on the edge of the large bathtub and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was perfectly warm.
Neither of you spoke while he helped you out of your soaked clothes. The wet fabric clung stubbornly to your skin, and more than once his fingertips brushed bare skin, making your breath catch.
He tossed the clothes aside and poured a generous amount of bath oil into the water, watching as fragrant foam slowly filled the tub.
“Come here, baby.”
He helped you into the tub first, then slid in behind you, pulling your back against his chest. The warm water enveloped both of you, soothing and relaxing.
Satoru’s hands started moving slowly over your body.
He began with your shoulders, his long fingers pressing firmly into the tense muscles, massaging them in slow, deep circles. You let out a soft moan as he worked out the knots you didn’t even realize you had. His hands traveled down your arms, then back up, rubbing gently.
Then he scooped up handfuls of foam and spread it across your chest, his palms gliding smoothly over your breasts. He massaged them tenderly, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened under his touch. The combination of warm water, slippery foam, and his careful hands made your body melt against him.
His hands moved lower, rubbing slow circles over your stomach, then your hips and thighs under the water, massaging with firm, loving strokes. Every touch was gentle but deliberate, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.
You were breathing heavier now, arousal mixing with the deep relaxation.
“Satoru…” you whispered.
He hummed against your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your skin while one of his hands slipped between your thighs. His fingers found your clit easily under the water, rubbing slow, teasing circles.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, voice husky. “All mine.”
The tension built quickly. You turned your head to kiss him, needy and deep. He groaned into your mouth as you shifted, turning around to straddle him in the tub.
Water sloshed over the edges as you sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion. Both of you moaned loudly at the feeling. He was so deep like this, the warm water making everything feel even more intense and slippery.
“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, hands gripping your hips tightly.
“I love you,” you breathed against his lips as you started riding him slowly at first, hands braced on his shoulders, eyes locked on his.
Satoru’s breath hitched. “I love you too,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion. “I love you so fucking much.”
The foam and water moved between your bodies as you rocked against him. Satoru’s hands roamed everywhere — squeezing your ass, sliding up your back, cupping your breasts again while you moved.
Soon the pace quickened. He thrust up to meet you, water splashing rhythmically as he fucked you deeper. One of his hands slipped between you again, rubbing your clit in fast circles.
“I got you” he murmured
Your orgasm hit you hard, crying out his name as your walls clenched tightly around his bare cock. The feeling pushed Satoru over the edge right after you — with a deep, broken moan he buried himself as deep as possible and came inside you, spilling hot and thick into your pussy.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck. You held him close, fingers running through his damp white hair while the two of you slowly came back down.
Then he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest.
“No more running?” he asked quietly.
“No more running,” you promised, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “I’m yours. If you’ll still have me after everything I put you through.”
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I was always going to take you back. I’m pathetic when it comes to you.”
“You’re not pathetic,” you said, lifting your head to look at him. “You’re patient. And kind. And way too good for me.”
Satoru smiled — that real, bright smile you hadn’t seen in weeks — and kissed you softly.
“We’re going to do this properly. Dates. Actual dates. I’m taking you out tomorrow night. No excuses.”
You laughed, the sound light and free. “Deal.”
—
Seven months later
“Stop that”
Satoru looked up from his phone, where he had just taken yet another candid photo of you, and grinned unapologetically. That bright, boyish smile still made your chest flutter even after all this time.
“I have a hot girlfriend,” he said with a shrug. “Sue me.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “You’ve taken like twenty pictures already. Delete some.”
“Nope,” he replied, leaning back against the couch with zero shame. “These are going straight into my ‘how did I pull this’ folder.”
You threw a pen at him. He caught it effortlessly, laughing.
“Well, actually, I know how,” he said, counting on his fingers. “Relentless dedication. Natural charm. Soft hair. Being more emotionally available. And my amazing dick, probably.”
“The fact that you think that’s the reason is genuinely concerning.”
“So you’re saying there was a chance even without the amazing dick?”
“Satoru.”
He laughed louder, clearly pleased with himself, and then he stood up and walked over, dropping down behind you on the floor where you were studying. He wrapped his long arms around your waist and pulled you back against his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“I love you,” he murmured, voice soft and warm against your skin. “Even when you pretend to be annoyed by my photos.”
You leaned your head back against his shoulder, smiling. “I love you too, Toru”
THE END
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“I wish I had someone strong to rely on” you said to ragebait your boyfriend. Unfortunately for you, Satoru took that very personally and now you’re too busy choking on him to take it back ♡
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CW: NSFW. rough face fucking. Throat bulge. Choking. Deepthroating. Cum on face. Spitting in the mouth. Size kink
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You were both lounging on the couch, simply enjoying each other’s company after a long day. Satoru looked way too relaxed, so obviously you had to do something about it.
A mischievous smile tugged at your lips before you let out a dramatic sigh.
“Ugh… Sometimes I wish I had someone strong to rely on”
Satoru slowly turned his head toward you, phone completely forgotten. His blue eyes narrowed, that signature cocky grin twitching like it couldn’t decide whether to laugh or snarl.
“…Excuse me?”
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.
“I just thought about it, I don’t know” you shrugged innocently.
He tossed his phone aside and in one fluid motion yanked you into his lap, making you straddle him.
“You’re literally dating me” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Yeah, but like…” You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “I’m talking about someone really strong”
Satoru looked at you with a mix of amusement and mild condescension. “I am really strong.”
“Mmm…” You traced a slow pattern on his arm, pretending to think deeply. “But, like… stronger”
His eyes narrowed “Stronger than who?”
You gave a casual shrug. “I don’t know”
“Yuki?”
“No.”
“Yuta?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
You sighed dramatically. “I don’t know, Toru. Someone… elite”
He looked genuinely offended. “You do realize I’m already at the top, right?”
“Mhm”
Satoru sat up straighter, hands still firmly on your hips. “You’re literally living with the peak of humanity. I’m the measuring—”
“I’m just saying…” you purred, leaning in closer “sometimes a girl wants to feel protected by someone really powerful, Satoru~”
“Oh” he said, a dangerous glint entering his eyes. “You are absolutely ragebaiting me.”
“Am I?” you asked sweetly.
“Okay,” he murmured, his legs parting wider to accommodate you, grinding his crotch firmly against yours to make sure you felt exactly what you were dealing with. His voice dropped an octave, dripping with ego and possessiveness. “Keep talking then. Tell me again how you wish you had someone strong. I dare you. Let’s see how long you can keep that attitude before I fuck it right out of you”
You smiled innocently. “…Sometimes I really wish I had som—”
Satoru growled and pulled you flush against him.
“Oh, you are so getting it tonight.”
You laughed against his neck, victorious, as his hands slid under your shirt.
—
Well, in fact, he was really fucking it right out of you.
After fucking you senseless on the couch, Satoru finally pulled out, leaving you trembling and dripping with your own fluids. Your legs were still shaking, your breathing ragged as you tried to recover.
But he wasn’t done.
He stood up in front of you, towering over your seated figure. His cock was still rock hard, glistening with your juices, thick and heavy as it bobbed right in front of your face. A smug, slightly mean smirk played on his lips while he looked down at your dazed expression.
“Look at you…” he murmured, voice low and rough. “All trembling and messy because of me. And you still had the nerve to say you wanted someone stronger?”
He gripped the base of his thick cock and started slowly dragging it across your face. The heavy weight of it slapped softly against your cheek, then your other cheek, leaving a wet trail of precum and your own arousal on your skin. He rubbed the swollen head along your lips, teasingly smearing it back and forth.
“Open your mouth” he ordered.
You parted your lips obediently, tongue out waiting for him, but Satoru leaned forward slightly and spat directly into your mouth, a thick string of saliva landing on your tongue.
You couldn’t stop the broken whimper coming from your throat.
“Swallow” he commanded.
You did, eyes locked on his.
“Good girl,” he praised, but his tone was still edged with that possessive arrogance. “Now let’s put that bratty mouth to better use.”
With both of his large hands he grabbed the sides of your head, his long fingers practically enveloping your skull. His grip was firm, controlling, leaving you with nowhere to go.
He pushed the thick head of his cock past your lips, sliding it over your tongue until he hit the back of your throat. Then, without warning, he thrust forward hard, burying himself deep in one powerful motion.
You gagged instantly, your throat tightening around his heavy cock. Saliva immediately started dripping from the corners of your mouth, running down your chin.
Your eyes widened when you felt it — the obscene bulge in your throat. Every brutal inch of his cock stretched your neck from the inside, the thick outline of his shaft clearly visible under your skin as he forced himself all the way in.
“Fuck— look at that,” Satoru groaned, eyes darkening with raw lust. He kept one hand on your head while the other slid down to wrap around your throat, his palm pressing lightly over the prominent bulge. “You can see me right here, baby. So fucking deep.”
He started fucking your throat with deep, rough strokes, watching mesmerized as the bulge in your neck moved up and down in time with his thrusts. Your throat convulsed violently around him, the obscene outline of his cock appearing and disappearing with every snap of his hips.
Your jaw ached from how wide you had to stretch around his thickness, but you were so ridiculously wet that the discomfort only made you throb more. You were certain you could cum just from this.
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and soon spilled down your cheeks as he thrust harder, burying himself to the hilt again and again. You could feel his heavy cock pulsing against your tongue, the veiny underside dragging along it while the bulge in your throat kept shifting under his fingers.
You gagged wetly around him, loud and messy. The wet, obscene sounds of him fucking your throat filled the room.
“Breathe through your nose, baby” he cooed mockingly, still thrusting deep, his thumb stroking the bulge in your neck. “You asked for it, now take it”
He picked up the pace, pulling you forward to meet his hips as he drove into your throat. Your eyes watered uncontrollably, tears streaming down your face while you looked up at him with hazy, fucked-out eyes.
Satoru’s breathing grew heavier, his abs tensing as he got closer.
“Fuck… I’m gonna cum all over this pretty face” he growled.
He pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. He stroked himself fast and hard right in front of you.
“Look at me” he demanded.
You did, mouth open and tongue out. With a deep, guttural groan, Satoru came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot across your face in powerful spurts. He kept pumping his cock, milking every last drop onto you until your face was a complete mess.
When he finally finished, he let out a long, satisfied breath and looked down at his work with a dark, proud smirk.
“Fuck… you look so much better like this,” he murmured, thumb gently spreading some of his cum across your bottom lip. “All mine”
He crouched down in front of you, still towering slightly, and wiped your eyes carefully with his fingers so you could see properly. Then he leaned in and kissed your forehead, surprisingly soft despite everything.
“Still wish you had someone stronger?” he asked, voice husky but affectionate now.
You could barely speak, but you managed a weak, breathless smile. “…Maybe tomorrow.”
Satoru chuckled and pulled you into his arms, lifting you easily from the couch.
megumi wants to see you as you cum ୨୧ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader ୨୧ im gonna lick his tip
riding megumi means holding eye contact with him. it's hard when you're shy about even riding him in the first place. he doesn't care though, he needs your eyes on him.
he's sitting on the bed with you straddling his hips. his cock is buried deep inside you, kissing places you didn't even know he could reach. he makes you wrap your arms around his neck, faces so close you're basically breathing each other in.
he helps you grind on his cock, feeling him go even deeper.
"mm wait!" you whine at the feeling. he doesn't wait though. he keeps helping you roll your hips on his length. its good, feels really full, you can't hold back the long whiny moan that comes out of your throat.
you close your eyes, but then you feel a pinch on your thigh.
"eyes on me." he demands you, rolling deeper into you.
you whine, trying to keep your eyes open, but it's embarrassing. your cheeks flush as he continues bullying your poor pussy.
"bounce, pretty girl." he tells you in a whisper. his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, far different to what's happening between your legs.
he helps you bounce on his cock, holding your hips tightly. it's enough to leave finger prints and yet it feels so good.
megumi sighs, panting and groaning at the feelings of you fucking yourself on his cock. his lips find yours again in another gentle kiss.
"mm so good, baby, just like that." he whimpers out as you bounce harder. your legs ache from the movements, already preparing for the pain that'll come when you're older. it's worth it though.
his breath mingles with yours, lips a whisper away from yours. "fuuuck, baby." he whines when you clench around him. you bounce sloppily, slow and fast and then stop all at once. he has to take over, rutting his tip into your walls.
"ngh, gumi!" you whine. his tip meets your spongey spot. he moans when he feels you clench around him tightly. it's almost too tight. he can't keep a steady rhythm when you clench him like that.
"tight, sweets, so ti-tight!" he whines, pressing so deep as he finishes inside you. he keeps his eyes on yours, watching as you whine, clenching harshly on his cock, milking him dry.
he watches you try not to close your eyes, failing and earning a pinch.
"i said eyes on me. now we have to do it again because you can't listen."
・❥・smut mdni poor sae looks so stressed in the shower, luckily for him you know just how to help
the shower is already running when you slip in behind him.
sae doesn't flinch. doesn't turn around. just stands there with his head bowed forward, both hands braced against the tile, letting the water beat down on the back of his neck like it owes him something. steam fills the stall thick and slow. you can see the tension in his shoulders from here, the way they sit too high, too tight, the line of his spine rigid under the hot spray.
you press your chest to his back.
he exhales. just barely. but you feel it.
"rough day?" you murmur against his shoulder blade.
"don't." his voice is low, flat.
you don't push it. you just… stay there. let your palms slide up over his stomach first, feeling the muscle contract under your hands, water-slick and warm. he's beautiful like this, stripped down and quiet, nothing to perform. your fingers trace up his chest, slow, deliberate, no rush at all.
his head dips a little lower.
you press a kiss to the back of his shoulder. then another. then you drag your lips up the curve where his neck meets his shoulder and you feel him go still, that particular kind of still that isn't indifference, it's the opposite.
"i've got you," you say quietly. only for him.
"i know," he says. low. like it costs him something to admit.
your hand slides down.
you wrap your fingers around him slowly, and he's already half-hard, already responding to you before your hand even tightens and you feel the faintest hitch in his chest against your back. you start slow. long, easy strokes from base to tip, thumb tracing the head on the upstroke, and sae's jaw tightens. you watch the tendons in his neck pull taut.
"f…" he starts, swallows it back down.
"let me hear you," you say, right against his spine.
"keep going." rougher now. not a request, not quite. "just like that."
you tighten your grip and he drops his chin to his chest, a quiet sound escaping him before he can stop it. you pick up the pace, just a little, the hot water running over both of you, over your joined hands, and the sounds it makes are wet and obscene and you feel heat coiling low in your own stomach just from the way he's starting to breathe.
his hips shift. barely perceptible. a tiny roll forward into your fist, like he couldn't help it.
"you like that?" you whisper.
"good girl." the words fall out of him quiet and certain, like he's been holding them in his mouth. "you always know exactly what i need."
your breath catches. he feels it, the way your body reacts and something in the line of his back shifts with satisfaction.
you slide your free hand up his chest and press your palm flat over his heart and you feel it, the way it's actually hammering under all that composure, all that cold control he wears everywhere. here. just here, in the steam and the noise of the water, you have all of him.
you work him properly now, rhythm steady, grip firm, and sae's breathing comes apart at the seams. little broken exhales he's clearly trying to suppress, the tension in his body caught between wanting to hold it together and not being able to. his head drops back and rests against yours for just a moment, heavy.
"that's it," he breathes. "right there. don't you dare stop."
you press your lips to his jaw. you would never stop.
"so good to me," he mutters, half to himself, like the words are slipping out past whatever wall he usually keeps up. his voice is wrecked, barely above a rasp. "always so good to me."
something in you melts completely.
his hand comes down and covers yours. not to stop you. just to feel it. his long fingers wrap over your knuckles as you move and he guides the pace, just slightly, pressing your grip tighter, controlling it from underneath, and that undoes you more than anything else he could have done.
his hips are moving with you now, chasing the friction, chasing the heat. you can hear him coming apart in the way his breath fragments into short punched-out sounds, quiet but real. his knuckles go white where he's still braced against the tile with his other hand.
"close?" you breathe.
"yeah." rough. honest. explicit. then, just above a whisper, "don't stop. don't you stop."
you press tighter against his back, your whole body against his, your mouth on his shoulder and you feel the moment it tips. the way his stomach pulls in hard and his thighs go rigid and he comes with a low, muffled sound that he buries into the air in front of him, shuddering back against you, hips stuttering through it. your name, barely shaped, falls out of him on the exhale. you work him through every second, slow and thorough, until his breathing starts to soften and his weight settles back into you properly.
for a while neither of you says anything.
the water runs over you both and the steam sits heavy and the whole world outside this tiled box doesn't exist.
then sae reaches back and his wet hand finds your hip. holds it. doesn't say anything, doesn't look at you, just keeps you there against him. fingers pressing in, certain and deliberate, the way he handles things he intends to keep.
you rest your cheek against the back of his shoulder and close your eyes.
the tension is gone. the line of his spine has finally, finally released. he breathes slow and even now and you breathe with him, matching it. the water runs warm and the steam thickens and sae just stands there holding you in place with one hand like you might otherwise drift away.
・❥・smut mdni you've been overstimulated all day... looks like sae's gonna loads of it off your shoulders ;)
(pretty boy gets overstimulated)
you'd been in a weird mood all day.
clingy. quieter than usual. following him around the apartment like a shadow, stealing his hoodie, sitting pressed up against his side on the couch with your chin on his shoulder. sae hadn't said anything about it. just let you hang off him, occasionally glancing down at you with those half-lidded teal eyes like he was trying to figure you out. like you were a puzzle he wasn't sure he wanted to solve or just leave on the table.
at some point he'd pressed his lips to the top of your head. just once. hadn't acknowledged it. you'd pretended not to notice.
then you'd pushed him back onto the bed and dropped to your knees between his thighs and suddenly the mood made a lot more sense.
he'd been good about it, too. stayed mostly composed, one hand loose in your hair, hips barely moving, jaw tight. that's sae. controlled, even when you're working him over, even when his thighs are tensing under your palms and his breathing's gone ragged and uneven. he came with a rough exhale and a low grunt, his grip tightening once in your hair before releasing, head falling back against the pillow.
and then you didn't stop...
"hey." his voice, rough around the edges. "i finished."
you hummed against him. didn't even pause.
"…what are you doing."
not a question, really. more like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. you just wrapped your hand around the base of him, looked up through your lashes and kept going. slow, deliberate, like you had nowhere else to be.
"shit, stop," he breathes, but the hand in your hair doesn't push. just sits there, fingers tensing slowly, like they can't decide. "that's—" he cuts himself off, and you feel it, the way he's already twitching back to half-hard under your tongue. so sensitive it must be almost unbearable. "…sensitive."
yeah. you know.
you take your time. lick up the underside of him like you're tasting something you can't get enough of and you hear the quiet inhale he pulls through his nose. you take him in slow, working him back up inch by inch, your hand following your mouth in long strokes. he's getting there faster than before. his body remembers you, always does. and the soft sounds he's trying to suppress are leaking through anyway, little cracks in the composure.
"you're—" he starts, then stops. you can hear him thinking. "fuck amor—."
you pull back just far enough to acknowledge him with a mhmm and then you take him deeper.
"god." it comes out low. almost reverent.
you want all of him. you want him wrecked, specifically. the same way he wrecks you without even trying. all those cool dismissive looks and rare moments when something warm cracks through and destroys you worse than the arrogance ever could. that strange clingy ache that's been sitting in your chest all day has been building to exactly this. you just didn't know it until now.
his fingers curl into your hair, not pushing, not pulling, just holding. "you feel so good," he says, like it slips out before he can catch it. quieter than his normal voice. more honest. "so perfect—."
your eyes flick up to his face and there it is, that unfamiliar softness he usually keeps locked away behind the cool arrogance. he's watching you. really watching you, teal eyes darker than usual, lip caught between his teeth.
he makes a sound he'd probably deny later. a broken little hitch in his breath, the kind that means he's losing the thread of his composure. his hips stutter up without his permission and he swears under his breath, jaw clenching, like he's furious at himself.
"enough." his voice has lost its edge. barely.
you pull back just to say, "no," and go right back to it.
"hey." firmer now. his grip tightens in your hair, not yanking, but directing, tilting your head back so he can look at you properly. his chest is heaving. "look at me when i'm talking to you."
you look at him. hold his gaze and keep your mouth on him and watch something unravel behind his eyes.
"fuck." he exhales hard. his head tips back for just a second before he forces it back down, forces himself to keep watching you like this is something he needs to see. "your throats taking me so well," he says. not a question. "made for me, aren't ya?"
you hum in confirmation.
his thighs are shaking. actually shaking. and his eyes are wet at the corners now, glassy, the hand in your hair gone tight again like he doesn't know if he wants to push you away or keep you there forever. when you look up at him his expression is completely unfamiliar, stripped of everything, overwhelmed in a way you've never seen on his face before.
"i can't," he starts, voice fractured. "you need to— god, stop, i—"
he comes apart again. less controlled this time. more desperate, his whole body pulling taut, back arching just slightly off the mattress before he catches himself. a low broken sound tears out of him, and his grip in your hair is almost painful, and you take all of it, every last shudder, until he's gasping.
afterwards you finally pull away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and you don't give him a single second to recover. you push him back flat against the bed, swing your leg over his hips, settle your weight on him.
"what are you—" he starts.
you grab a fistful of his hair. tilt his head back.
he goes still. teal eyes staring up at you, wet at the lashes, chest still heaving. something complicated crossing his face. not submission, that's not in his vocabulary, but something like recognition. like he's recalibrating. his hands come up to your thighs slowly, grip settling there, heavy and warm.
you kiss him. not soft. he makes a muffled sound against your mouth and his hands move to your hips immediately, gripping hard, because sae does not just lie there, he never will, but his grip is unsteady in a way that tells you everything about how he's feeling.
you sink down onto him and watch his eyes flutter. watch his head press back against the pillow. watch the line of his throat work as he swallows.
"look at me," you tell him.
he does. barely. eyes glassy and dark and fixed on you like you're something he can't quite name.
you ride him slow. hands still in his hair, lips dragging along his jaw, his temple, the corner of his mouth. all those places you've wanted to map out all day, that's where the clinginess was going, it was building to this, to having him like this, under you and undone.
"there you go," he murmurs, and his voice is wrecked, barely holding together, but there's something in it. approval. warmth. his hands guide your hips in that slow rolling rhythm, not controlling, just there. "that's it. just like that."
you press your face into his neck and shiver.
"good girl," he says, quieter. like he means it more than he wants to.
he thrusts up to meet you, still fighting for some foothold of control, still sae, but his breath is ragged and his fingers are digging into your skin hard enough to bruise and when you clench around him he actually groans, open and unguarded, the sound punched out of him.
"sae—"
"i know." his hand slides up your spine, presses between your shoulder blades, pulling you closer against his chest. "i've got you."
and somehow that's the thing that undoes you. not the stretch of him or the heat or the slow grind, but those three words said in that ruined voice. you come apart on top of him, shaking, his name breaking in half on your tongue, and he holds you through every second of it, hips working up into you, murmuring something low against your hair that might be good girl again or might just be your name, you can't tell, you can barely hear anything.
he follows you over the edge again with his face pressed into your hair and both arms locked around you, his whole body going rigid before he shudders and stills.
when you finish the third time between you, he doesn't say anything.
you collapse beside him. the sheets are a wreck. the room smells like sweat and sex and you can feel the pulse in your own thighs like a second heartbeat. every muscle feels liquid and loose. your lips feel swollen and your scalp tingles where he had his hands.
sae lies there for a long moment, arm over his face, chest rising and falling slowly. you watch the wet tracks at the corners of his eyes, already drying. he'd hate that you saw that.
then slowly, without looking at you, he reaches over. finds your wrist in the dim light. wrapping his fingers around it, keeping you by his side.
he doesn't say anything. doesn't have to.
that ache in your chest from earlier, the one you couldn't name all day, finally settles quiet.
warnings: nsfw (smut), unprotected sex (p in v), power dynamics (mdom), light degradation/praise, impact play, overstimulation, dacryphilia, creampie, condescending sae, established/implied relationship, lowkey js downright filthy, kinda ooc sae? idk he's just very talkative n mean
"keep those fuckin' legs up," sae pants, hips already halting as he waits for you to follow. "don't even think about wrapping them around me."
you whine in response to his words, legs tired and spent from the energy you put into keeping them up. you wish desperately to just wrap your legs around his waist, to dig your heels in his back so he'd just go deeper. he refuses to even put his whole length in, hellbent on making you beg for his full attention. the last inch or so of his cock hasn't disappeared in the grip of your pussy this entire time—you're sure you can take it. his cock has stretched you out enough and you're so wet that you can't even think.
"sae, please! need it... wan' feel you—" you hiccup as you plea the man whose just rolling his hips into you instead of giving you what you want.
"no. you heard what i said. legs up, baby." he signals you by tapping you on the bottom of your thigh, just in case his poor baby can't even process a verbal command. "or does my cock feel too good that my girl can't even listen?"
he talks to you so mean. he's barely even insulting you, but his words make you feel foolish—if the feeling of his cock bullying your walls isn't enough. but you're not entirely gone. you use a tiny sliver of your remaining strength to pull your legs up, hands used to lock the fold your knees over your chest. the new position draws out a loud moan from your lips, and you're suddenly grateful for sae being so mean—he was right. with your legs lifted fully, he's so deep inside of you.
"that's a good girl, yeah?" sae groans as he feels your walls adjust to the change in position, suddenly it feels tighter, but god—can he now reach that spot that makes you stupid. in a swift thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, tip barely prodding at your cervix. but that's not where he's aiming—he's aiming higher, that spongy-spot of flesh inside of you that translates pleasure directly to your clit. "this," sae delivers a harsh thrust to that spot, "where you want me, baby girl?"
that has you moaning like a bitch in heat, and sae laughs. it's rare, but it's not out of niceties. it's condescending on purpose, "yeah, sweetheart? this the spot that gets you all dumb f'me?"
sae doesn't relent with his thrusts—they're brutal in force and unchanging in pace. he pounds his hips into you in slow, impactful intervals, designed to make you really feel it. his voice comes out in low tones, only rising in pitch when he speaks to you with patronizing tone. it only makes you wetter—and sae knows. he knows how deathly of a voice he possesses, and he uses it to only further enhance your pleasure. he knows you're getting off this—the way his cock disappears into your cunt, the way he belittles you, the way you just fucking take it.
"aren't you just a good li'l girl, baby?" sae draws out the baby, an emphasis made to be impudent. you wish desperately to touch him, pull him in for a hug, feel his body weight on yours—anything. but he doesn't let you. your wrists are bound by his hand, restraining them above your head.
that doesn't stop your desire however, and you attempt to fight your way out of his grip. "uh, uh, uh, sweetheart. no touching," thrust, "remember?"
sae pulls out immediately, and you cry at the loss of his cock inside of you. but his free hand is already wounded back—you know what's coming.
"count f'me, dirty girl," is all that sae murmurs to you before slapping right at your clit. the impact leaves you with a squeal out of your mouth, tears beginning to form at the sensitivity of it all. you almost forget what you're supposed to do until sae repeats himself, voice enough to send your brain into fight or flight, or better yet—freeze. "i said," slap, "count."
"two!" you cry out in response.
"good girl, baby," his tone is suspiciously sweet, "look at what i make of a dirty fuckin' slut." slap.
he lines his dick at your entrance again, tip pushing past your soaked folds and inside of you. but his hand remains at your clit, only now his thumb is the one making contact—not his palm. "you cum when i tell you to. good girls can do that for me, right?"
you don't respond, you're too weak to. your legs are on the edge of giving out, and your voice is raw. all you can really feel is the dulled feeling of sae's cock dragging in and out of your walls and his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit. it's too much.
"wanna cum—! please—oh fuck—" you cry, and sae only increases the speed on your clit. "wait! slow down, baby! ah—cumming!"
sae clicks his tongue, "fuck did i tell you?" but he doesn't stop. his cock buries into you over and over again, bullying that one spot inside of you that makes your brain mushy. his thumb is still on your clit, providing you a stimulus that may as well break your mind. your walls flutter around his cock as you cum, squeezing and tightening up. it feels so damn good that sae almost considers letting you off the hook for disobedience. "holy fuck, baby—jus' like that."
you limp as you reach your climax, but it doesn't long for you to start squirming after you realize sae is still going. the overstimulation has you wailing pathetically as tears stream down your cheeks. you beg and plea for him to stop and give you a break, but he's already decided. he warned you that he was going to tell you to cum. now, you're gonna take it as sae chases his high—until he stuffs you full of his cum.
"i asked if good girls can cum when i say, and you didn't even bother." sae grabs your chin, and he relishes in the way your tears stain his fingers in salt. "'m gonna cum soon anyway. a disobedient girl can take that, yeah?" you want to shake your head no in response, but sae's grip on your chin prevents you from doing so. it's firm and meant to keep you in place. but he knows—you know that you don't want him to stop. it feels so fucking good for you, who are you to tell him to stop?
and it isn't long until sae fulfills that promise. his hips stutter into an erratic rhythm, stuffing his cock into your cunt to the brim. his hold on your wrists tighten and he shifts his weight onto that one hand. you're still squealing and moaning all pretty f'him. "cumming, sweetheart—take it." sae cums with a low moan into your ears, spilling into your insides in ropes. if you weren't wet before, you certainly are now. and it's all because of him.
he gives the both of you to catch your breaths, panting into each other's direction. slowly, he pulls his softening cock out of your pussy and you whine. you take a moment to close your eyes with a slight tilt of your head backwards, hopefully to gain at least a little bit of thought. but as you do, you feel a hand brush at your face and how it pushes back a strand of hair behind your ear. in turn, you open your eyes to sae admiring you. he's not smiling—but his irises hold a tinge of care that he doesn't need a mouth to express.
"you okay?" he asks softly, almost a complete 180 of how mean he was earlier. it's so endearing.
"mhm," you reply, and sae drops his body on top of yours, letting go of your wrists. you take the opportunity to trail your fingers through his hair, playing with the strands as a smile forms on your face.
a/n: i only discovered today how much condescending talk gets me wet... anyway.. enjoy ig...
I'm sexually frustrated, and I can demonstrate it if you'd like.
𝄞 synopsis: your best friend, SAE ITOSHI knows you've never been one to have sex, do hookups, or even date. he doesn't want to overstep; he really shouldn't. but you keep looking at him like you want him to teach you, like it's his responsibility. and maybe as your best friend? it is.
𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has hair, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, endless anime references, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, pussydrunk!sae, posessive!sae, pining, sae teaches reader how to kiss and masturbate, making out, neck kissing, vaginismus (complications with his fingers), clit rubbing while you touch yourself, pussy spitting, pussy eating under the blanket, yapper sae i repeat yapper sae
𝄞 word count: 6.9k + 453 bonus drabble !
𝄞 credits: to @g-gulp for editing, discussing, and making the banner for me! ur so awesome n amazing. other creds to all my irl friends who beta read this...
𝄞 A/N: piggybacking off this post. based off an argument i had w an experienced!sae truther... also i took inspo's from @dotlusional's 'kiss' w katsuki!
"Okay, it's embarrassing, but I haven't really kissed anyone before."
"That's not surprising in the slightest."
"What? Hey!"
Sae had always been the blunt type; you knew of that. Ever since you were children, he would wave away the kind reporters asking him questions with a harsh 'Go away', take trophies and medals wherever he walked, and speak like he was better than everyone else.
Nobody told him he shouldn't talk like that to people — especially to adults and teachers. That language like that wasn't proper etiquette, so he never fixed it.
And you were always the more polite type. Shy, but got along with almost anyone if they spoke first. Kind, chiding him whenever he told another kid to piss off. Pretty, as the years went by and you went from scraped knees and tangled hair to soft skin, girlish fragrances, and the delicate contour of your legs.
He swallowed thickly.
Your legs.
As you got older, you stopped wearing basketball shorts and switched to skirts, then short shorts, then slacks. Frankly, it was hard for him to look away from your thighs. They were plush and soft and ran up the curve of your—
He tore away his gaze from your bare legs resting over the blanket and focused on the TV screen, the fan, and the open window pouring with rain. Anywhere but your tempting skin.
Sae usually doesn't admit these kinds of things, especially not to you, but looks alone? He's astonished that not even one person ever tried hard enough to date you. You're smart, comforting, and nice to look at. If he were to settle down, he would do it with someone like you.
Of course, someone like you.
"I don't mean it like that," he murmured, fixing on your eyes instead. Pretty they were—all round and warm and focused on his. "You reject everyone who's interested in you."
Your index rubs your chin thoughtfully. "That's because..."
"Of your standards. Always on about your anime boys, huh?"
"That is so not funny, Sae!"
"It is a little funny. You're like Rin. He's almost finished his Junji Ito collection."
"Oh, now we're comparing me to Rin—"
"You collect figures and manga."
"They're pretty."
"They're anime boys."
"They're Tomoe, actually. Don't generalise."
"Tomoe is an anime boy."
"You were the one who watched Kamisama Kiss with me!"
"Hmph. Touché."
When was it? The summer before he left for Spain? You were prancing on about your ritualistic tradition of bingeing romance anime with him. There was Kamisama Kiss; Lovely Complex; NANA, which he had to stop because he hated Shoji; and his favourite, Ouran High School Host Club. The blonde male lead, Tamaki, always made him snort into his sleeve as a boy while you shook his shoulder squealing about it.
Anime like that was more up Sae's alley compared to Rin's fixation for horror and suspense, so he quietly cherished those days. Lying on the couch, watching TV in the summer heat, your frame on your stomach next to his, destroying a popsicle stick. It was a much better predicament than watching some porno his teammates had found on a beat-up DVD rental.
After all, he was with you.
You fiddled with your hands as the movie played on. Taxi Driver, for the third time this year. It was his favourite movie, but now that he thought about it, he never asked if it was yours too.
Was it?
You severed his thoughts with a question. "What was the anime you like right now, anyway?"
"The Apothecary Diaries. I like Xiaomao."
"You just like her cause she's like a cat."
"Meow."
You rolled your eyes at his quip. "I wonder what you think of Jinshi, then."
He paused. Sae always had a soft spot for the types of people with an odd backstory, much like Jinshi. It spiced things up compared to all the boring societal bullshit he deals with enough every day. "...I like him too. But he's a little dramatic for my tastes."
"You only like him cause he's pretty."
"Are you slut-shaming me or projecting?"
You snickered. "The former. Is he your type?"
"Not really? What do you think my type is?"
Waving your hands around, you mocked. "Someone hot with a nice ass."
He scoffed, but for some reason, he could feel his jaw clench. "So now you think I'm shallow."
You snorted. "...Yeah."
"Looks aren't everything, y'know. Pretty sure I go by vibe."
You snickered, your hand reaching into the bag of potato chips, his favourite snack that he was banned from eating. Damn you. "Uh huh."
You popped the chip into your mouth; a soft crunch was heard between your teeth, but all he could focus on was the plushness of your lips. He wondered if they felt as delicate as they looked. If they were as untouched as you said. How could that be possible? Look at you—
"Y'know that scene in The Apothecary Diaries where Maomao thinks his dick is a frog?"
He rubbed his cheek, snorting into his palm. "What about it?"
"Do dicks feel like frogs?"
Sae hadn't jerked off enough to remember, and he certainly wasn't going to check. Sighing, he said. "I don't think so? Mine doesn't."
"So why did she think it was a frog?"
"She's never felt a dick before. And it was probably the position. He was on top of her, after all."
You shook your head. "No, she was on top of him."
"Idiot. He was the one who landed on her."
As Sae reached for his phone before you could pointlessly argue about their weird pseudo-sex position, the sheets rustled and—
You climbed on top of him. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, grinning like you proved something. Your arms were braced on either side of his head, your hair grazing the skin of his cheeks. And your knees—they were braced on either side of his hips, the urge to grab them all too real. Too sweet. Too good.
His breath hitched, magenta bangs poking his forehead as he murmured lowly. "What are you doing?"
Still, his large hands moved to rest on your waist, anchoring himself.
You reached for the phone in his hand, plugging in the password you knew by heart into the screen, fiddling with the phone.
You tilted the glass right before his eyes, it was that stupid frog scene. Maomao was on top of Jinshi, and you were unfortunately correct.
"See! I told you she was on top of him!" You grinned, pulling the phone away.
Before Sae could process what was about to leave his lips, he scoffed. "Are you sure you've never even kissed anyone before?"
"...What is that supposed to mean?"
Fuck.
He grumbled softly. "You're on top of me."
You scowled. "It's how the scene goes—a physical demonstration. And you're dead wrong; I don't feel a frog in this position."
"Cause m'not hard, stupid."
But if you kept yourself there any moment longer, he might be. His dick was already stirring to life in his sweats.
"Pfft— You aren't?"
"Very funny. You're a natural at this."
"At what?"
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Ever since you were kids, he had always felt this weird sense of protection towards you. At first, it was the same protection he felt towards his younger brother, Rin, even though you were the same age and probably tougher than him. Then as he grew older and hit that age where some people were more than family, that protection grew into something different. Something familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time.
So he shouldn't overstep; he'd be a horrible, horrible man if he did. But your lips are curved so prettily into a proud smile. Your eyes, the colour and wrinkles of skin, stirred something down his neck and abdomen.
The tingle didn't stop there, blood rushing to his half-hard cock.
Shit.
He already moved to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering. "Temptation. Wanna gain some experience?"
You paused, eyes blowing wide.
Shit.
The both of you recoiled from each other instantly. Sae had nowhere to run, really, but he threw his head back against the couch, hands twitching, deciding if he should let go of your waist or not. You, on the other hand, completely pulled back. In this new position, it seemed more like you were straddling him than just looming over him.
A flush crept up his neck, his hand moving to cover the lower half of his face. "That was a—"
"Geez, didn't know you could be so bold." You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.
He blinked, hoping you were another hallucination and he was dreaming in the confines of the Real Madrid training facility. That you were just another illusion tempting him.
No, you were still there. This time, your eyes lit up.
"Hey, that's a great idea, actually!" You leaned in closer again, a bright smile plastered over your mouth as your breaths mingled.
He paused. One second. Then, the next one. His lips twitched expectantly, his cerulean gaze low-lidded and fixed on you.
"...What is?"
"Teaching me how to kiss."
Damn his biology, cock completely twitching to life at your wanton suggestion. "Wha... What?"
"Oh, come on; it's just a little kiss," You whined, nudging his shoulder.
Sae cleared his throat, quickly adjusting the waistband of his sweats. "No."
"You've already kissed like, so many other people. One more wouldn't hurt. And it's for educational purposes."
"There's a difference when I kiss other people," he whispered, his sensual gaze betraying his words. "It's that they're not you."
"Dude, am I that bad?"
Dude? His brows furrowed, his lip curling into a grumble. "Not what I meant."
"Then what?"
The space between you was so thin he could die. Let the couch swallow him whole, and let the hallucination die with him.
Hazy excuses and words scrambled in his mind. "It's just that... We're friends. And your mom wouldn't be exactly happy with me if she knew about this."
You shuffled in your position, hips lifting off his. "...My mom isn't here right now. And we're not kids anymore. I don't need my mom's permission to do things."
Sae inhaled sharply when you pouted, head tilting back and hitting the soft cushioning. Were you going to keep whining about it until he gave in? Pester him and keep pressing yourself against him? God, what if he were going to like it?
Then, you muttered. "...Fine. Not like I wanted to know, anyway."
Ever since you were children, Sae had always been the more disciplined one of you two. When he was renowned as a football prodigy, nutritionists and dietitians quickly came into his life, lecturing him about his dietary restrictions to maintain and grow his build. While you ate Happy Meals and devoured candy every week, Sae had to almost entirely let go of fast food, specifically his favourite—French fries. There was no doubt that he had to let go of many things to be perfect, but then he discovered that perfection was more than a flawed goal. Flawed philosophy. A lie.
But even if he wasn't perfect—nobody was—Sae could have at least shown some semblance of hesitation or discipline, especially when it came to you, someone who was oh so dear to him.
Instead, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you down, his lips brushing your cheek.
One breath.
Then, the second one.
And on the third, his other hand snaked to the back of your neck, the faint blades of baby hair standing up from his touch.
"I'll teach you," Sae whispered, something resembling a low whine pulling from his throat. "Nobody else can."
You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and pouring into his.
"Okay, I trust you."
His lips were twitching and breath uneven as you uttered the words. You might have been some sort of hallucination he imagined to get through the countless gruelling days in Spain. You might have been a fragment of his dream. Who cares? You were still so utterly divine.
After all, you were his favourite girl. His best friend.
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. But if you didn't learn ruin from him, then someone else would have to teach you. And he knew he was too selfish for that.
One breath. Then, the second one. And on the third, you closed your eyes.
And his lips pressed against yours.
You never thought you would find yourself in this kind of situation.
Sure, younger you had eyes. Sae Itoshi was famous and handsome and rich, but he was off-limits. He was your neighbour. And after Sae moved in Spain for almost three years, you were much closer to Rin than the distant boy since he barely responded to your letters and calls.
Getting involved with Sae would be a betrayal to your dear neighbour and pseudo-son, Rin. You once thought. Sae was annoying anyway.
But then his lips pressed against yours like you were something delicate, and the faint taste of strawberries and honey sent thrills of warmth straight to your core; any semblance of restraint you had melted away, pressing yourself against him firmer—needier.
Then, you pulled away, just enough to peer down at him. His magenta locks were all frizzled up from the cushioning, and his cerulean gaze was half-lidded and fixed on yours.
No, more like on your lips.
"Did I?..." You start, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "That was just a peck, idiot. Open your mouth."
You blinked.
His cold thumb pressed softly against your bottom lip, pushing the fullness down just enough to part your lips.
"Open your mouth," he whispered again, lower, against your lips. "It feels better this way, I promise."
A soft whine escaped your throat as he pressed his lips against yours again, shocks of electricity shooting down your spine and abdomen. His tongue swiped against yours once, something you assumed was like asking for permission, and your lips completely sealed around his, pressing yourself against him further.
Your hands scrabbled at the collar of his white T-shirt as his tongue prodded in the wet cavern of your mouth. It was gentle, like he was testing if you'd pull back. And when you whined, his tongue dragged slowly over yours, his hands tangling in your hair.
"Mmm—" Sae drawled into your mouth. "Is this okay?"
You panted, your breath mingling with his. "Yeah, yeah—Sae—it's good. Feels good."
"Yeah?" He seared his lips onto yours again, tongue webbing out to rub the roof of your mouth, sending sparks of heat down your stomach. He pulled back again in a quick haze, lips brushing against yours. "Feels good, hm?"
"Feels s'good; is it always this good?" You mewled, pecking his lips before flicking your tongue over his bottom lip, gasping when his mouth parted.
One of your hands gripped his collar, the other cupping the back of his head, tangling between his soft magenta locks. A gentle prick disturbed your bottom lip, caught between his teeth.
It stung a little. And in a normal context, it would even hurt. But it felt so good—so, so good when the sting came from him.
His lips then descended to pressing wet kisses down your jaw, all the way to the column of your neck.
You moaned quietly. His lips were hot—suffocatingly hot to the touch. Burning, like a fire had scorched your skin, but instead of pain, it was bliss.
You felt his lips curl into a faint smile against your warm skin as you craned your head back, exposing more of your neck. Soft groans escaped your throat, your fingers curling hard into his shirt.
His lips settled in the junction between your neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before biting down. Harder than before.
"Sae!—"
"First time it felt this good for me too." He murmured against your skin, slowly thumbing your hips all the way up your waist. "You sure this is your first time?"
A slight flush crept up your neck, turning your head away from him. "You don't have to try and make me feel better, y’know…"
"M'being forreal." He tilted his head to the side, cerulean eyes filled with something you weren't quite used to—mirth. His gaze kept following yours even as you tried to look away. "Don't believe me?"
You pursed your lips sheepishly, your hands moving to rest over his shoulders. "Not really. But I— It's kinda hot in here, isn't it?"
Maybe it was his wet, full lips, or the fact that his lashes were so close you could count the endless, luscious hairs. Maybe it was the soft tingle in your core that tightened with each lingering touch of his hands.
Then, he lifted himself up before gently pushing you off his lap. "You're nervous; I get it. It's because you're on top of me."
He loomed over you, a playful twinkle in his eyes so faint you wouldn't catch on if he weren't your best friend. An annoying kid you forced to be your friend.
Naturally, you pushed yourself back until your back hit the cushions. Blinking up at Sae, who stopped himself short when you lay down, your hand tugged on the hem of his shirt.
You knew what that meant; so did Sae. A silent plea for something more than kissing. A silent prophecy that if he leant down, he wouldn't be able to get back up again.
Fucking Sae Itoshi, the idea of that was too surreal. You knew he had experience, that being a prodigy meant plenty of beautiful men and women threw themselves at his feet. You knew that he lived in an entirely different world from yours for five years, doing who knows what out there.
Still, you wanted him. You wanted him bad.
You frowned. "...Sae."
"This is going a bit far, don't you think?" He said, eyes averting from yours.
"I thought you wanted to."
"...I do."
"Then why are you hesitating?"
"I'm not supposed to touch you like this—"
"But you already have," you cut in. "Why are you acting like I'm some kind of... some kind of nun?"
"Pfft— You kinda are."
"That's not even true!"
"You are really innocent, sweetheart. It's not a bad thing."
You bristled. Sweetheart?
"Sae, c'mon," You tugged harder, watching his jaw clench. "Please."
He muttered. "Don't say that."
"Please."
You tugged on him a little harder, but this time, he let himself fall over you, hands bracing on each side of your head.
He pressed his lips against your forehead once, the action more intimate than you liked to admit. Like he was afraid of breaking you.
"You do know what you're asking for, right?" He whispered against your temple, carefully moving to the shell of your ear. "I don't wanna pressure you into anything."
"I—" You paused, trying to ignore the shivers trickling down your spine. "I want this."
"Are you sure?"
"Sae," you whined. Was he teasing you again? Your chin tilted to face him, your gaze softening at his unsure one. It was so uncharacteristic of him. Completely unlike the impassive boy you grew up with.
"M'sure."
"Okay," he nodded, cheek softly nuzzling against yours. "You're in charge then."
You weren't so sure what he meant, but your eyes shut and carefully found his lips. His kiss was slow and carnal, nose brushing the side of your own and large hands snaking around your waist. He squeezed you so softly, as if it were afraid of your departure, and held you close. So close that his breath felt like your own.
Your hips lifted to accommodate his hands, sliding to paw at your ass. His tongue gently prodded in the expanse of your mouth, darting around before stilling just at the tip of yours.
A noise of confusion escaped your throat as you scrunched his collar.
Sae hummed, laughing quietly against your mouth. "C'mon, kiss me too. You wanted this, right?"
The thought made you squirm beneath him, hands gripping tighter. He gently grasped your wrists and redirected them over his shoulders, coaxing you further.
"Wan' you." You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck. "I do wan' you."
Your lips reconnect, this time slipping into the cavern of his mouth and rolling your tongue against his. The wet friction sent shocks of electricity between your legs. Your tongue prodded behind his teeth before licking the roof of his mouth.
"Don't get shy on me now," he whispered. "Get your tongue deeper."
Your tongue pushed deeper at his words. So warm. So nasty. So fucking good.
He hummed, lips sensually following the pace of your own, hands grazing whatever he could touch. His tongue dragged over yours to poke your inner cheek, laughing when you whined and pulled him closer.
You pulled away breathlessly, only disrupted from his lips chasing yours into one last, searing kiss.
"Sae—" You gasped.
He gently pecked your lips. "Sorry. Got carried away."
You panted, temple pressed against his cheek as you caught your breath. Your thighs rubbed together from the hot ache between your legs, sparking with each fleeting second.
"You're wet, aren't you?"
Your head tilted up, your eyes widening at him. "What?"
Sae was breathless and debauched, his lips swollen and wet from your own, magenta hair dishevelled from your hands, almost revealing the baby bangs he liked to hide after turning sixteen.
"Here," two fingers shakily slipped past to press against your clothed pussy. "Feels good, right?"
You squirmed, fingers clasping around his wrist. "T-That feels good."
"You want me to help you?" He panted, softly thumbing your clothed slit. "You can say no."
"No— I mean, yes."
You paused, eyes darting to the sheets instead of his curious gaze. "...Do you have a condom?"
He was at your place, after all. And frankly, you were gravely underprepared for this kind of situation.
"Idiot," he laughed, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "We won't be needing that for a while."
The chill of the AC hit your skin when Sae tugged your shorts over your ankle, fingers smoothing over your clothed mound.
"Hm," he mused, tapping his index over the wet patch of your panties. "You're really wet."
His digits were twitching over your pussy, hooking beneath the edge of the cotton fabric. Like the urge to push your panties to the side was killing him.
A flush crept down your neck, gaze settling on the sheets. "No—No shit."
He made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, tapping over a particularly sensitive part of yours—one stationed above your hole, twitching when he rubbed it.
Your hips jolted at his touch, his index slowly circling the beady sweet spot. "Mm!—"
Then, his hand pulled away, moving to the curve of your ass. With a gentle tug, he hooked your panties' waistband down. "Up."
Your hips lifted as he tugged away the last remnant of privacy you had. Any semblance of comfort washed away from the cold air and his lingering gaze, the fabric hooking over the same ankle your shorts were.
"Hey, relax." Sae clicked his tongue when you squirmed, his warm hand moving to rest on your knee. "Eyes on me."
You tried to listen, focusing on his collarbones, his shirt, and fragments of his messy hair, but nothing worked. You couldn't meet his gaze, not when he stared at you so intently. Not when he could see every part of you. Not when his fingertips moved to press against your entrance.
Was this really what you imagined fucking Sae would be like? Not like you had imagined it or anything, just out of curiosity. He was never open about his personal life, but it was obvious that there was a side of him you've never seen. The weird phone calls. The weird disappearances. Hearing him curse and belittle others was the normal kind of crudeness you were used to with Sae. It was no doubt he was gentler with you—softer with you.
So to hear him be so blatantly vulgar?
He inched closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"You say you want me," he started. "Then you do shit like this."
It was bewildering.
You fiddled with your fingers before finally tilting your head to face him, swearing you saw the faintest hint of a smile when he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside.
"Mm, good."
Something like a whimper escaped from your lips, unaware that you were actually able to make those kinds of noises. "S-Shit."
His brows furrowed as his finger gently prodded at your entrance. "You're—" Sae bit his inner cheek pensively, stilling his digits. "You're a little too tight."
You winced, feeling your hole stretch around his finger. "I-It hurts."
He immediately withdrew his finger. "You've touched yourself before, right?"
"Um, yeah? Not really, like this—"
Sae smoothed his hand along the underside of your thigh—an attempt to soothe you. But his eyes were wide and... chiding? "Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"Okay, well, I don't know how this works!"
"Oh my god." He sighed before sitting back. "C'mere."
You chuckled nervously. "To do what?"
"To do it yourself," he chided. "C'mon."
That's when you found yourself in an embarrassingly exposed position, settled right on Sae's lap, his knees stationed right between yours, spreading your legs.
"Can't believe you wanted to fuck before even masturbating..." He murmured, chin hooked over your shoulder.
You swallowed thickly, head turning away. So vulgar. "It's not m'fault I didn't know."
"It's not your fault. Should've prepped you better."
You huffed softly. "So why do I have to do it?"
"Because," his hand gently clasped over your dominant hand's wrist, snaking it down your exposed abdomen. "There's no way someone at our age hasn't touched themselves before."
"I have. Just not..."
"Fingering?"
Your ears burnt. "It hurts."
"Because you're not relaxed or turned on enough." He brought your index finger to rest over your sensitive bud. "This is your clit. Feels good to almost any kind of touch. Be gentle with it."
You bit your inner cheek, watching his hand guide you to rub your clit in slow circles. "I know what a clit is."
"...Nice to know that's the only thing you've touched in the past nineteen years."
Your head snapped towards his. "Hey!"
He snickered, ignoring your huff. "So, if you want to cum..."
His lips ghosted over your ear, whispering softly. "Touch here. Rub there. Doesn't matter. But you could always..."
A soft whine escaped your throat as his hand guides you down further, stopping right at your entrance. "Make yourself feel good here."
Before you knew it, your middle finger was already dipping between your folds and inside your hole.
"Oh my god," you mumbled, brows furrowing. "Sae."
He hummed lowly. "Like that, go slow. It's good, hm?"
"S'good." you murmured, your finger now entirely inside.
"Feels even better when you curl your fingers."
Your brow twitched at his words, following curiously. "Wha... Okay."
His lips trailed down to the spot under your ear, kissing and sucking on the skin softly. "What do you usually think about when you touch yourself?"
His hand tapped the back of your own as you panted. "You."
It came out quicker than you expected, and in all honesty, it didn't even register properly from all the haze. But it was weird that after every call, every time you met Sae, you couldn't help touching yourself later that night.
It was something about his drawled voice, or the contour of his skin, or the flawlessness of his lashes or the chisel of his jaw. Or maybe it was his body, sculpted from divinity itself?
His breath hitched at your admission, fingers twitching over your hand.
You whined, pulling your finger out to push it back inside, curling to hit a sweet spot that made your toes curl. "I always think of you."
Something stiff throbbed against your ass cheek.
Your breath caught in your throat. Then, he bit down on your neck. Harder. "Ow—"
Sae seared your lips in a fervent kiss—all tongue and teeth and the intimate squeeze of your waist. He drank down every noise you made, panting against your mouth, swirling his tongue along yours.
"Let me help you," he panted, shaky fingers moving to gently pinch your clit. "Need to help you."
You moaned into his mouth, hips jolting from his touch. "S-Sae."
"Two fingers, you can do that, right?"
Swallowing thickly, you panted over his lips as he pecked you. "Mm—"
"C'mon," he muttered, pressing wanton kisses down your jaw. "Gonna make you feel s'good."
You pressed your ring finger to your entrance, pushing in slowly, wincing. "Hurts, Sae."
"Shh," he hushed against your cheek. "You can take it."
His index and middle rubbed against your puffy clit in a desperate side-to-side motion. Brows twitching with each passing second, he panted heavily. Your hips lifted in shock, fingers instinctively curling inside you.
Oh, you hit that good spot. It was spongy and rigid and oh so sweet.
You moaned, head thrown back over his shoulder. "Ah..."
"That's—" he sputtered, fingers continuing their relentless attack. "That's your g-spot. Should feel different from the rest of ya. Should feel really good."
Wet noises filled the room as you pistoned your fingers in and out of your hole, bracing yourself atop your best friend. Even though he was talking in your ear, breathy and hot as he always did, nothing registered. Every sense you had was being replaced by the overwhelming sensation of sweet bliss, your jaw slack and eyes shut.
"Curl your fingers more. Yeah, like that, deeper. Shit, you're—"
You whimpered, hips jerking as he continued to rub and roll your clit. "Sae, think m'gonna do that thing where I... F-Fuck."
He let out a quiet whine against your shoulder. "You are?"
"Y-Yeah, aren't y-you supposed to be the expert?"
"Sh— Shut up."
Just as something hot and unbelievably euphoric was about to snap, his fingers pulled away, panting harshly over your shoulder.
You huffed, your brain foggy. "Wha... Why?
"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet."
Before you knew it, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. "You sure this is your first time masturbating?"
He pecked your lips, descending to your chest, pressing soft kisses to your clothed nipples and down your stomach. "You're pretty good at it."
"Pretty good?" you murmured, jolting every time he kissed your stiffening buds. "Thank you?"
His low-lidded gaze flitted down to your drenched slit, lips spasming at the sight.
You frowned as he settled between your thighs. "Sae, no."
"No more?"
"No," you shook your head, hand scrambling to tug at his collar. "I didn't do anything for you."
"...You don't need to."
You huffed, spotting the tent in his sweats. "Don't lie."
"M'being serious," he grabbed your hand, pressing a hot kiss to your palm. "I want to do this."
You sputtered at his words, embarrassed that he was inching so close to your bare pussy. Panting, you whined. "Do what?"
"Eat you out."
"What? Oh my god, that is so—" you stammered. "So embarrassing!"
His hands smoothed over your inner thighs, spreading them apart. "No, it's not."
"Yes it is. Sae, get up!"
He huffed as you pulled at his collar again, his sigh blowing warm air over your wet folds, making you yelp.
"How about this?" He reached for the blanket urged aside. "You see a blanket instead of me. Way better, right?"
You huffed. "You say that like I don't want to see you..."
"Isn't that what that is?"
"I don't want you to see me!"
"But you're so pretty." He pressed a kiss right on your clit, making you jolt. "And so sweet."
Your ears burnt as he pressed another kiss on your slit and another on your entrance.
"Okay, okay. We'll use the blanket."
"Alright," he hummed, pressing one last kiss to your clit again.
"Fun."
It was weird, feeling the ghost of his breath but only seeing a broad figure under your blanket.
Your legs were spread over his shoulders, thighs marked with soft kisses and bites Sae spent minutes on perfecting, murmuring something almost biblical to himself.
Then, you felt his fingers spread your lips in a V-shape, letting your head fall back on the cushions.
One breath.
Then, the second.
And on the third, still, nothing came.
"What are you doing down there?!" You whined, heel digging into his defined back.
You were only met with silence, but from the hot wave of air, you knew he was annoyed.
You scrunched your nose. So typical of him.
Then, he spoke from under the blanket. Low and teasing. "Your clit is all puffy."
"...What?"
He leaned down, pressed his lips to the bud and whispered. "And you smell s'good."
Then, his tongue licked a slow strip from your weeping hole all the way to your sensitive bud. The entirely new sensation washing over you in ways you could never imagine, your teeth catching your bottom lip.
"Oh, fuck. Sae..." Your hand reached under the blanket, tangling in his magenta locks.
His tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching to softer kitten licks, slowly bobbing his head. You whined, thighs clamping around his head. "Ah— t'much!"
Your thighs squeezed shut around his head, so close that your knees grazed each other and the sweat from his hair smeared against your thighs. Sae huffed and wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud, slurping it into his mouth harshly.
You moaned sweetly, cheek pressing against the cushioning. "F-Fuck!"
Finally, you loosened up enough for him to catch your thighs off guard. His fingers dug into the plushness and pushed them apart, all the way until your knees hit the cushions.
"Too much?" Sae hummed, spitting into your messy hole. "You're so dramatic."
Dramatic? He was the one seriously overwhelming you!
His tongue webbed out, swirling around your entrance before licking up your folds. Spreading your labia with his tongue in a firm, upward lick, soothing the fold with soft, barely-there kisses.
Then, he sealed his mouth over your entire pussy.
"Sae," you whimpered, fingers pulling his hair in warning. "Don't even think about it."
A soft huff vibrated against your folds, his snicker evident. His thumb gently rubbed your thigh like some kind of apology. Then, he sucked your pussy in one, harsh motion.
"Oh my god—" you cried, thighs struggling to close against his strong grip. "C-Can't!"
"Mm," he murmured against your folds, his tongue moving to swirl around your entrance again, the tip gently prodding its way inside. "You can."
Your fingers sharply pulled at his hair. "S-Sae!"
He grumbled, the vibrations sending tremors into your pussy. "Stop movin'."
"Can't," your eyes squeezed shut when his tongue pushed in, firmly licking your sweet spot. "Sae, I c-can't."
Sae's tongue withdrew, soothing your pussy with wet, apologetic kisses, lips pressing over your inner thighs. "Why? What's wrong?"
You panted, fingers still gripping his hair. "...I told you I can't."
"Can't what?" he hummed, thumb reaching to rub your clit in slow circles. "Cum?"
"Cum." Your cheeks burnt at the word. "No, I do wanna cum."
He panted harsh breaths against your thigh and pussy, the oxygen levels decreasing by the minute under the blanket. "You're pissing me off. You say wanna cum, but you can't take it?"
"H-How is that my fault?"
He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it aside. His bangs were all sweaty and pushed back over the rest of his hair. Sweat beaded at his temples, some reaching down his neck.
And his lips quivered, his entire mouth drenched with your wet slick, smeared over his cheeks and nose. Sae huffed lowly, cerulean gaze focused on the cushions, catching his breath. "M'going as slow as I can."
"I-I'm trying to keep up with you."
He scoffed. "...Yeah 'course you are."
You huffed. "I don't like your attitude."
"Okay then," he retorted, eyes threatening to roll. "So stay still. I'm not using a blanket this time."
Your breath hitched as he settled between your legs again, fingers tracing circles over your hips.
"And," he hummed. "M'not letting you hide."
Before you could process what that meant, he steadied his hands over your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You could only see the open window from this view. Not Sae. Not a blanket. Nothing.
Your feet kicked squeamishly, though it didn't help much. "Wait!— This is so embarrassing—"
His lips found the seam between your thigh and ass, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. "Hn, stop squirming."
"How can I?" You buried your face in your hands. "You can literally see everything and I wanna die—"
You were cut off with a soft moan, his thumbs spreading your lips to slurp up your dripping hole, tongue prodding into your hole. His fingers dug into your ass cheeks, groping it harsher—needier.
"Fuck," he groaned softly, kissing down your folds until he found your sensitive bud. He sealed his lips around it before sucking fervently, noises growing as you squirmed. "Fuck, fuck. You taste s'good."
He almost growled into your cunt, moving to press kisses to your ass cheeks, softly biting down on the flesh.
Your hand wrings back to grab at him—his shirt, his shoulder—to be met with a firm hand clasping your wrist. He pinned it to the couch as he leaned down again, lapping his tongue over and over at your clit.
He was breathing—panting so hard that his exhaling puffed air into your hole. "S-Sae!" You moaned softly into the cushioning. "Oh my god—Sae!"
Something warm tightened in your abdomen. It was hot and electric and aching to explode, just like the times when you'd touch yourself, but this was much more. So much more.
You panted into the cushions, soft moans and whines escaping you as he ate your pussy. He was relentless; he always was, but this was a different kind. Sae could do anything, say anything, but when he promised you pleasure and brought you heaven?
Holy shit, it was too much that you could go crazy any second now.
"Let me tell you somethin'," he broke your thoughts, murmuring as his tongue slid out of your hole. "When you feel something so good you think you'll go crazy. Say you're cummin'."
"I-I know what that is."You whined, seeing that sort of language in the porn you read and watched, but not exactly knowing when to use it. "I think."
He muffled a scoff against your cunt, switching to long, firm licks up your entire pussy. "Wow. Genius over here."
You felt the warmth spread down your stomach to your thighs and cunt and clit and everywhere, fingers clawing into the cushioning. "Okay! Okay, I'm... M'cummin!"
You could feel his brow quirk, lips ghosting over your clit. "You're what?"
You were close, so close to the pressure releasing. But now, your cheeks were burning because Sae couldn't help but bully you about sex language. "I'm... I'm—"
He smiled against your pussy, the curve faint but there, and wrapped his lips around your bud one last time, flattening his tongue and sucking harshly—so harsh you could see stars.
"M'cummin'!"
White dots skewed your vision, and you swore you had died just now, but the pressure released, getting licked softly from Sae's tongue.
But oh, it still felt so good after you came, grinding onto his wet muscle. "Ah, Sae..."
His tongue stilled as you ground on his face, fingers digging into your ass cheeks harder. "Now's the time you get eager?"
"Sh— Shut up." You whined as he freed your wrist. "Oh my god."
He began to lap again, a little softer but pleasing against your puffy clit. "Mm," he hummed. "You came this time."
"I already told you— I know what that is—"
He slurped your clit into his mouth, the sensation all too overwhelming for your current senses. "Ah!"
"I know you know. Just telling you." Sae said, pressing one last gentle kiss to your bud before pulling away.
You panted against the cushions, only now realising the drool pooling in your mouth. Your ass was still perched in the air, your whole body dripping from sweat.
Sae swallowed thickly at the sight, his own erection throbbing against the cushions.
He didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Sae was your best friend. Someone your mom entrusted to you. Someone you'd watch romance anime with. Someone who purposely didn't laugh at your jokes, just to see you get angry,
But you tasted so fucking sweet. Your noises were so pretty, so alluring. He'd have to die before leaving his place between your legs.
And you kept arching like it was his responsibility to teach you. Touch you. Make you cum over and over until you couldn't think of anyone else but him.
And maybe as your best friend, the boy you knew since you were in diapers?
It was.
"One more." His hand moved to grope your ass cheeks again, flipping you onto your back. "Give me one more. I know you can. Just one more."
"Wha?... Sae." You whined, so clearly fucked out, not even bothering to glance at him.
"You can do it," he whispered, leaning down to press several shaky kisses to your wet folds.
"For me. C'mon."
BONUS!
The summer after you graduated high school, you found yourself back at home in Kamakura. The weather was scorching, sweat beading down your neck as you stared at the ceiling. Your feet were perched over the side of your bed, back pressed against your cool floor.
"Did you finish?" you murmured, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sitting on the floor against your bed was Sae, who had come back from Madrid to spend the summer with family. Frankly, in the past three weeks he had been here, he had not spent one day with his family.
Well, maybe aside from his mom, but everyone liked Mrs Itoshi. Besides her, he always had some lame excuse to work out, go on a jog, meet someone, go to Tokyo, or spend time with you.
You didn't mind, really. It just meant summers were meant for Sae.
"Shut up, m'almost done." He said, checking off the boxes on his phone. He wore a black T-shirt, legs crossed in a pair of basketball shorts, accentuating the muscles he had been gaining over the past few years.
Was it weird to stare?
Your head tilted faintly, settling on his concentrated face. He had been getting pretty good-looking recently, a little more than you'd like to admit. Since last year, he's been pushing his bangs back. His bangs were cute—almost childlike, but him with this new style... It certainly brought out his blessed facial structure and his lashes. Also, the glowiness of his skin—
Oh my god, ew, that sounds so dick hungry.
And that was certainly not towards Sae Itoshi.
"Done," Sae tilted his phone towards you, a bright red sixty-four illuminating from his screen.
"What the fuck have you been doing in Spain?" You immediately propped yourself up, snatching his phone. "A rice purity of sixty-four?"
He shrugged. "Why would I tell you?"
"Last year when you came back, it was like, an eighty-seven."
"Things change."
"Whore."
Sae rolled his eyes, taking his phone back. "You'll get there one day."
You scrunched your nose as he petted your hair—outwardly affectionate, but you knew he was being annoying.
"I don't wanna be like you." You swat his hand away. "I am totally okay with my ninety-two. Totally okay."
He stared at you blankly. "...Riiight."
You whined, sighing. "Maybe I'm not, but will that day come any sooner?"
"Y'know, in order to get some, you have to...put yourself out there. Talk to people. Flirt."
"Oh, fuck off," you reached to pinch his side, grinning when he groaned.
"You're too old to be doing this."
"We're eighteen, dumbass."
He grumbled, efficiently moving four feet away from you. "Wonder who your first kiss is gonna be, or somethin'. I feel bad for him."
Then, Sae groaned again when you threw a pillow at his face.
❧ Synopsis | In which Choso Kamo, your asshole of a best friend, starts to change after you get involved with a rather cheeky cashier, Gojo Satoru.
❧ Content | language, continued angst, relationship conflict and reconciliation, eventual & slight fluff, corniness, awkwardness, confessions, a minor third-party intrusion, (this is the final chapter), etc.
❧ Word Count | 5.1k
❧ Pairings | Choso Kamo x f!reader & Gojo Satoru x f!reader.
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——“She did what?” You couldn’t at all believe what was just said to you and now you were the one falling to your knees, this time to wrap your arms around Gojo and gasp, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? D-Did she-”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” He reassures you as he meets you in the embrace and hugs you back. You’re holding onto him like you’re scared he’ll get hurt if you let go too soon and Gojo’s easily nuzzling into you.
Now, even though he just admitted something rather heavy to you, you cannot stop yourself from vividly recalling the way Gojo had kissed her back. You weren’t going to dismiss his claims, of course. But, it was curious how the woman had forced herself onto him and yet he reciprocated the affection anyway.
You know you were drunk, and you know some parts of that night are only recalled in bits ‘n pieces, but you also know you didn’t imagine how his arms had held her or how he’d tilted his head so that the kiss could deepen. It was something impossible to forget—a sight of which has haunted you everyday since.
When Gojo initially told you he slept with Hori back during the night of your confession, you tried not to think about it too hard in fear of envisioning it. So, no amount of alcohol could take away or distort what you saw happening.
Plus, if there was no guilt from it on Gojo’s end, why did it take Geto to get him here in front of you like this? Why hadn’t he texted and told you what really happened? Why did he distance himself from you after acting like he cares about you for so long and treating you like you were someone he could trust?
Hori forcing herself onto Gojo doesn’t surprise you—you’d seen first hand how… desperate the girl can be back when you’d walked in on her and Choso together. And again, you’re not going to dismiss Gojo’s claims whatsoever. You believe him.
What’s difficult to wrap your mind around now is all of his actions after Hori forced herself on him. Why not push her off? Why not come check on you to make sure you knew the truth of the situation? Why—
“Are you uhm,” Gojo’s voice interjects your internal interrogation once more. “Are you gonna apologize too?”
Aaaand now you’re completely thrown off again!
Pulling out of the hug faster than you mean to, your hands find his shoulders and you push him back so that you’re sure you can lock eyes with him properly. Face all twisted up, “Excuse me? Apologize for what, exactly?” You ask.
In that moment, Gojo seems to mirror your sudden expression down to the faintest twitch in his left brow. His gaze pierced deeply into your own and it seemed as though he was looking at you to ensure he heard your question correctly. Then he looks around rather expressively for a second, eventually landing his eyes back on yours and questioning you right back, “Are you serious?”
You blink, “Yes?” A scoff flies out of you and your hands detach from him entirely whilst you move to stand up on your feet again. “I’m confused. What do I have to apologize for?”
Was it possible that Gojo expected you to say sorry for assuming he’d willingly kiss Hori? As if that’s such an incorrect thing to assume after all you’d dealt with each time that girl is involved with someone you know??
Dumbfoundedly, the man glowers at you before collecting himself from the floor as well. Coming up to his full height, he lets out a scoff. “I mean you-,” Gojo cuts himself off and tries to find the right words to string together for this situation. A hand lifts to his mouth as he wipes at it, still looking at you like you’ve got three heads or something. “I’m not the only one here who kissed someone else that night…?” He says.
What.
You think it’s in slow motion that your eyes shut and then open again—a blink made out of pure, utter confusion.
Was this some sick prank? What the actual fuck was he talking about??
Your head cocks back and you make a gesture with your hands, “Sorry, I’m still wildly confused. Satoru, what the hell are you talking about? I didn’t kiss anyone else that night aside from you.”
He looks offended by your words all of a sudden, the whites of his brows having turned up as a scowl smears across his features. “So you’re just going to stand here and lie to me? After everything? Seriously?”
“What are you talking about?” You ask once more, this time with a plea laced in your tone. You ached for clarification here as you know for a fact your lips never met anyone else’s that night. “Why would I kiss anyone else? Who would I even—“
“Choso,” Gojo blurts out, “I don’t know why you’re acting like I didn’t see the two of you. You guys were right there on the dance floor, I watched the whole thing.”
“What-,” Oh. Before your eyebrows could scrunch up any further, it hits you.
While you and Choso most certainly did not kiss that night, you do recall how close you’d been to one another for a moment long enough for anyone—in this case Gojo—to mistake the two of you kissing. Choso’s hand had felt your backside far too intimately and you remember in full detail how close his face and mouth was to yours as you two whispered to one another.
Your shoulders slump and you face palm, “Satoru… that was not what you think it was.”
There was absolutely no way the past few weeks of distance between you and Gojo were caused by a bunch of misunderstandings and zero communication towards solving them, right?
“So, what, I was just seeing things that night?” Gojo asks, stepping forward ever so slightly for reasons unbeknownst to him. He’s upset with you, naturally, as he swears he saw you and Choso locking lips with one another somewhere through a drunken haze of his.
“Yes, actually.” Your hand lifts away from your face, “His lips never met mine, but we were very close to one another.” You try to explain.
Not that it much helps considering there’s an image already imprinted into Gojo’s mind. The fact that this image may or may not be a bit distorted considering how much he had drunk that night is not a factor he yet takes into consideration.
“You think I’m an idiot,” He insists, shaking his head as he turns away from you.
“Yes,” Your reply makes his eyes meet you again to see if you were being serious. Finding that your expression is rather bleak now, “But not in this case.” He hears you say. “I can call him out here now and he’ll tell you himself.”
Gojo wants to fall deeper into his irritation but every time he looks at you, he feels his resolve cracking from the inside out. Not that this means he’ll stop pressing you for a further explanation though, “And you think I’d believe him? He could be lying for you.” He suggests.
“I-,” You sigh heavily. “Please believe me when I say, if ever given the chance, Choso would brag to anyone that asks about whether or not he’s done anything intimate or sexual with me—especially you. If we kissed, he would tell you.”
Unfortunately, Gojo can’t say he doesn’t believe you. After all, he’s exchanged more than enough heated glances with Choso to know that the man is really no different from him when it comes to you.
You watch as his shoulders slump this time. Then he runs a hand through his hair and shifts away slightly, his eyes falling to the floor. “Shit,” He curses just under his breath.
“What?” You don’t know what to make of this conversation so far, in all honesty.
The open heart and mind you had going into this and the readiness you’d filled yourself with has all but muddied into a nasty pile of confusion. Standing here with Gojo now—the guy you’d feel such a lightweight pull towards under different circumstances where the nature of your relationship was finally clarified—is possibly one of the most desolate moments in your life.
Whether or not you desired the will to turn back into your apartment and leave things half-explained was unclear to you now. You simply stood there wondering what exactly was running through that gorgeous head of his.
You could see the way all sorts of feelings took over—how he ran through every stage of confusion. The initial one had been anger but now all that was replaced with regret. A weight of regret so heavy that it steadily brings his eyes right back to you in a way that whispers it never should’ve left to begin with.
As in, from the months ago when they’d first landed on you. Gojo didn’t have to say anything aloud for you to hear all his self questioning.
Why did he entertain Hori to begin with when you were right there? Was it out of some sort of jealousy he’d felt involving Choso? Did he envy seeing how close the two of you were? Even so, why didn’t he ask you for further clarification on that sooner? Why had he been such a fool when it came onto you?
“That means I…” Clouds of dire regret glazed his eyes in that teary sheen again and you saw as he desperately tried to blink it away. “Fuck, I’m an idiot.” Gojo whispers—more so to himself then to you.
You didn’t know what set of dialogue from you would fit the conversation now, so you remained silent.
“I thought you guys… oh my god,” His hands fly up to his hair again and he appears to be losing his mind. Rambling on about how that night had come across from his point of view, “I-I thought you guys made out, so when Hori had jumped on me so suddenly, I started to push her away but I just.. I let it happen. It’s all my fault, I—“
“Satoru,” Ah, there it was again. His name on your tongue. Has there ever been a more beautiful sound? Shamefully looking at you now, Gojo feels as though he doesn’t deserve anything from you—much less the grace that is his name exiting your lips in a manner so sweet that it makes him feel hopeless.
Then you’re stepping forward and his heart involuntarily lurches forward in his chest as if reaching out for you. He’d never wanted to be wrapped up in the comfort of someone’s arms so badly before now.
Your hand gradually draws up to his face and he doesn’t know what to make of the quiet sound he lets out when your palm gently greets his cheek. Underneath all the walls he’d unintentionally been putting up around you was nothing more than a man who longed for you and your touch more than he did the very oxygen in his lungs.
There’s a deep feeling blooming in his chest that he can’t control—a feeling he surely recognizes as the same sensation he’d been trying to ignore and bury down since the moment he met you.
Then a thought comes to him, and for the first time in god knows how long, it’s not one of you. Instead, it’s one of that friend of yours—Choso. Did you drive him this mad, too? Does his heart create strange motions in the chest whenever you’re near the way Gojo’s is right now?
If so, then he supposes he finally understands where the guy had been coming from in the past. The day Gojo met you, Choso hadn’t been too far behind. Gojo will never forget the way Choso looked at him as if he personally offended him just by serving you coffee.
And only now does he understand that look. It wasn’t one of immature jealousy, but one rooted in a love so innately profound that he wouldn’t possibly be able to understand until he’s here regretting every bad decision he’s made regarding you.
Poor Gojo doesn’t even realize he’s crying until he notices the way you’re frowning at him. Then he feels your thumbs caressing the area under his eyes and looks down at your hands to see water coating your skin.
“It’s not your fault,” You whispered.
Fuck, he wished you hadn’t said that. How could you even find it in yourself to do so? To console him in a time like this?
The night of Hori’s fated party had been a series of revengeful acts on both ends, whether or not either of you realized it just yet. And now the two of you stood in the middle of your apartment’s hallway having a hushed conversation about it that involved far too many tears and unsteady touches.
Gojo’s bottom lip trembles, and despite making the biggest fool of himself by crying in front of you rather pathetically, he leans into your hand and still manages to look you in the eyes. It may have been pitiful but he couldn’t feel shameful for it, not in front of you.
Then he’s leaning forward and his forehead soon rests against yours as you hold his face and continue to wipe away his tears. You couldn’t imagine how much he was beating himself up mentally after all this.
Getting sexually assaulted mere moments after assuming the girl he likes just kissed the same guy he’s been worried about, only to later find out that said kiss never even happened and that he’d reacted to the assault horribly in response—thus blaming himself for it...
Your heart ached for him.
What was the right thing to say here outside of what had already been spoken? He can’t blame himself for Hori jumping on him like that. You may have questioned his response to it, sure. But you can’t blame him, nor accept him blaming himself for the way things unfolded based on all that he’d explained to you.
As things stood now, it seemed as though you both were nothing more than a pair of confused lovers. You, who had confessed and been strung along by him for months—and he, who had strung you along instead of confessing in return.
Was love supposed to be this way? All messy like this? All confusing? Hurting? Conflicting?
You never get the answer to those questions. In fact, you don’t believe you’re supposed to.
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By the time Gojo managed to collect himself and stop his crying, his hands had found themself clutched to the sides of your shirt and his eyes had fallen neatly shut.
His forehead remained resting against yours and your uneven breaths had weirdly been in sync with one another. Just as you heard his sniffling come to a quiet end, his hands began to shift against your shirt to slip beneath it instead.
For a split second you wondered if he had found the world’s worst timing to try something lust-driven with you, but that worry quickly subsided as his hand merely urged to meet your bare skin in the same manner that your palms had with his face.
The soft pads of his thumbs rubbed small shapes into your skin mindlessly, and it wasn’t long before he was sliding his arms around you again. Then his head fell down to your shoulder and the dryness in his throat was heard through his voice, “I’m sorry.” Gojo said.
Your arms naturally had moved to accommodate the change in embraces, encircling his neck and allowing your fingers to lightly toy with his undercut. “Me too,” You spoke back to him.
He hadn’t the energy to argue nor question why you felt the need to apologize in return, but if he had to assume—this time around for the right and blatantly obvious reasons—it probably had something to do with something you did after seeing him and Hori together. Of which he has no vows to blame you for.
After a long moment of letting your apologies settle into one another, Gojo begins to scoff at something against your shoulder. Then his head lifts and he sighs, “I think the worst part here are those words you wrote for me.”
You didn’t think it was possible but somehow you manage to form a face more confused than you already had thus far, “What words?”
He snorts. “Do you not remember? Something about you draws me so close that it has to be true,” Quoting it so suddenly, your mind has a brain fart trying to figure out where exactly you’d heard or read those words before.
Considering your lack of memory, your arms loosen from around his neck and you tilt your head, “What are you talking about, Satoru?”
“My heart’s light like a feather…” He continues, hoping you’ll recall what he’s talking about any moment now. “What’s it gonna take for you to say four stupid letters..? Is none of this ringing a bell?”
“Uhm, no..” Weirdly enough, there’s somewhat of a grin appearing on your face. You didn’t know what or who those words were from but they did sound quite sweet.
“But you-, you even signed it. Look,” He removes a hand from your waist and dives it into his pocket, fishing for something before pulling out a strangely familiar piece of paper.
Then he holds it up for you and you narrow your eyes at the smudged signature sitting at the bottom of the paper. God, whoever wrote this must’ve been wasted–
Oh.
Your name is the one printed out.
Immediately, your cheeks flush with warmth and your eyes get all wide as if embarrassed. You try to shoot your hand over to snatch the paper from him but he flies it far up over your head.
“Holddddd on now,” Gojo taunts, helplessly smiling at how cute you look reacting to what’s in his hand. You must’ve remembered what it was now. Hence why he can’t stop himself from teasing you about it, “You can’t just try ‘n take this love note away from me.”
“Love note?” You wanted to gag right then and there, “Ugh, don’t call it that. I-It’s just something stupid Sukuna made me write while I was in my feelings, don’t take any of it seriously.”
Your face was burning now, hand still trying to reach for the paper he was holding so high up.
“Mmmh, I wouldn’t say that.” Gojo argues. How could you call something so cute, stupid? “Drunk words are sober thoughts, after all.”
Your arm slumps down into place and you deadpan, “Satoru.” He says your name in a mocking tone before pocketing the slip of paper once more. Leading you to let out a harmless scoff, “Do you just… carry that thing around?”
Pink hues into his cheeks and his eyes fly elsewhere, “Well I reread it every day after that night trying to figure out why you’d write something so sweet about me after kissing Choso…”
You folded your arms and let a smug smirk stretch across your lips. Leaning into the direction he’d looked off into, “Did you do that while you were parked outside of my apartment every day too, or..?”
Gojo freezes cartoonishly. “Aha, what are you talking about?” He sheepishly questioned before looking at you again.
“You were standing right here when Geto told me,” You remind him.
This had occurred only minutes ago, after all…
“Well…” The man gulps, “I-I mean it wasn’t every day.”
You cock an unconvinced brow.
“Okay, maybe I was out there most days.” He adds, still receiving your disbelieving stare, and soon letting his shoulders drop. “Or perhaps even all… but that's besides the point.”
“Is it?”
“Yes,” Gojo assures.
With that, your expression softens and you let out another sigh, “Then, remind me, what exactly is the point here?”
“Well, for starters…” He goes to take your hand in his and pulls them up to his lips, his skin still cold from the weather he’d run through as it presses into yours. “I am sorry for that entire night, especially kissing Hori.”
Your head shakes, “You don’t have to apologize for that anymore now that I know the truth.”
“No, no, I do.” Gojo insists, “While she did throw herself at me, I handled it immaturely. I should’ve followed my first mind and pushed her off of me instead of using the situation to my advantage.”
“Satoru…” Voice trailing, you wish you knew what to say to stop him from denouncing himself.
“I don't blame you for anything you did after the fact, I hope you know that,” It seemed like he was on a rant now, finally managing to get out all the words he’d let out via tears before. “And I’m also sorry for not reaching out.”
You had to look away once he said that. Knowing he was under the impression that you and Choso kissed, you can’t imagine holding any ill feelings towards him for not reaching out. It was a weird situation for the both of you, truly.
“You said that already,” You hum instead.
“Yes, but I’m serious,” The grip he has on your hands tightens and his fingers create slight indents against your skin as if to emphasize his words. He desperately needed you to feel the gravity of his apologies. “I handled everything poorly and none of this ever would’ve even happened if I never dragged you to that party in the first place.”
You’re shrugging now, “Yeah, but you couldn’t have known how things would play out.”
“No, but I could’ve made better decisions beforehand.”
Gojo’s head tips to the side and there’s a new look in his eyes you can’t say you’ve seen before. Or, you can’t say you’ve seen the entirety of it before—maybe glimpses here ‘n there, but never to this full extent. Whatever it was, it made you feel whole inside as if he was finally seeing you.
You bite the inside of your cheek out of habit, “...Like?”
“Like telling you I love you,” Gojo claims faster than you’re ready to hear.
“O-Oh,” The reaction is choked directly out of you.
Nothing—not even that lovesick look he was giving you—could’ve prepared you for the way those words poured out of his mouth as if they’d been welling up at the edges for quite some time now.
“And that I always have, really.” He uses the grip he has on your hand to pull you closer, making sure that your body comes flush with his in the same manner that the missing piece to a puzzle fits in for completion. “That the feeling has been scaring me from the beginning, and that I always knew how you felt about me, but avoided how I’d been feeling in return.”
Your brows crinkle, “‘Toru…”
“I especially love it when you call me that,” The same goofy smile you’ve come to admire splays out onto his face, “You’re the only one who says it so sweetly… Which is exactly why I call you sweetheart, actually.”
You’re moving against him as if you wanted to playfully push him away but his hold on you prevents you from doing so, “You’re such a dork.”
“You’re the one who wrote me a love note,” Gojo teases before leaning down to you.
“It’s not a love note,” You mumble.
“Mmmh, it seemed like one to me,” He claims, angling his head to the side again as he presses forward to taint your lips with his whispered words of provocation. “I didn’t know you were a poet.”
“Far from it,” You huff back whilst struggling to pull your face away from his.
At that, he smiles and relieves you of the close space to stand up straight. “I also should’ve done something else a long time ago,” His hands shift to hold the both of yours.
You look down at the way he’s got your hands clasped together for a moment—then redirect your gaze back up to him, “Yeah? And what’s that?”
Gojo says your name ever so carefully, the intimacy in his tone carrying out each syllable lightly enough to make your heart flutter. “I don’t know if right now is the best moment, especially after this entire conversation but, will you grant me the honor of being your boyfriend? I don’t think I’d be able to go another moment without asking you properly.”
Instead of answering him right away, you burst out into a full, honest bit of laughter. “You’re so dramatic, oh my god!” You exclaim, trying to cease your giggles to take in the way his lips move to pout.
“Whaaat?” He whines, “You wrote a cutesy note, I asked you out in a fancy way—this sounds like a match made in heaven to me.” Your eyes roll in between your snickering and he weighs himself towards you again, “So, is that a yes?”
Finally collecting yourself from your own amusement, “Sure.”
Gojo’s eyes narrow at you, “Sure? Oh, I don’t like that answer, c’mon now.”
As if to coax you into giving him a better reply than that, he pulls your hands upwards and makes your arms wrap around his neck again. Then he finds your waist and flashes an amorous gaze at you.
“So picky…” You taunt, earning an impossibly deeper pout from his lips.
“After all these months of unnecessary drama and heartache, you can’t even give me a–”
In the most cliche of fashions do you interrupt his precious words of complaint with a delicate kiss. Gojo’s entire sentence is lost both in his mouth and in his mind as he melts into the sudden smooch immediately.
Surely it was here that heaven existed—between the connection of your lips to his own. No other feeling nor gesture could compare in his eyes.
As your mouths find familiarity with one another again, you’re both tipping your heads in opposite directions and letting your passions for each other intertwine via osculation.
“Of course you can be my boyfriend,” You soon sear into his mouth.
He inches out of the kiss only slightly to smirk, “Now who’s the dork in this relationship.” Then he’s pressing forward again.
You both feel like mush against one another and the words mumbled in between your bodies are nothing short of cheesy, “Mmmh, still you.”
Gojo decides to stop you from saying anything further by deepening the kiss, turning with your body in his firm grasp, and pressing you up against the wall almost in the same depraved way he’d done back when you attended that family gala of his.
Oh how he’d missed you dearly.
And to think (distantly) that Choso had this in front of him for eight whole years.
In thought of that same man, and while Gojo’s hand has moved to hike one of your legs up against his hip to devour you whole, a low chuckle breaks you both away from the moment.
“Damn you two put on a really good show,” A voice is heard pointing out—adding on to the platitude essence of the moment.
You gasp out of the kiss and turn your head to look at the, now open apartment door, “Choso!”
Gojo was still staring at your mouth before he could even process the idea of redirecting his attention elsewhere. Remnants of his saliva were still stained across your bottom lip and he desired nothing more than to lap it up all over again.
Tugging himself out of his trance, his eyes drag over to see Choso standing there with his phone in his hand. “How long have you been standing there?” Gojo asks.
Choso pauses to think of the most cliche choice of words to string together before smirking. “Long enough to get all of that on camera,” he claims before holding up his phone and waving it about.
“What?” You gape.
Your best friend looks back at his device and taps at the screen—seeming to replay whatever he’d caught on camera over again, “You guys should have this played at your wedding, it’ll be super cute.”
Gojo finds himself laughing. “Only if someone promises she’ll read this out loud for me in return,” He says, pulling out that god-awful note of yours.
Your eyes fly back to him, “What?”
He’s wearing a cheeky smile on his face as he goes to dangle the note around in the air, “Is that all you know how to say?”
“I’m not reading that!” You huff, trying your best to reach for it. “Throw it away.”
“Now why would I do that? It’s cuuute,” Gojo insists. Abruptly, he takes a step back from you and holds the piece of paper behind his back. “I know that’s what this is and you know it too. For this is the birth of something new.”
Cringe grabs at your heart and you shroud in your own embarrassment again, “It sounds even worse when read aloud.”
Your newfound boyfriend decides to ignore you, “Please stop being dumb and just say—“
“Satoru,” You warn.
“I love you.”
Silence befalls the hallway—safe for Choso’s not-so-quiet snickers as he seems to be most tickled by the display of you both. You didn’t say anything at the moment, but you figured he must have been the one to give that note to Gojo.
“Are you not gonna say it back?” The white-haired man huffs, leaning away and moving a hand over his heart dramatically, “Ouch, that hurt—“
“I love you too,” You sigh once you realize the dramatics and dorkiness is all you’ll be seeing in your near future.
Gojo sports a smug smile, “Do you?”
“You know I do.”
“Then admit it.”
“Admit what?” You ask dumbfoundedly.
That cursed piece of paper you’re sure you’ll be burning once given the chance comes swinging out again—this time, right in front of your face as he clarifies what he means, “What this is.”
And maybe you should’ve snatched it out of his hands just then. Maybe you should’ve met him in his dramatic flares and made some scene out of your embarrassment or shifted the mood of the moment.
But ultimately, you don’t.
You still believe they’re just drunken words spilled out onto paper, but that doesn’t mean you can’t own up to the sober meaning behind it.
“Fine, fine.” For the nth time since meeting Gojo, you manage to roll your eyes at him and say, “It’s My Love Note.”
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