art :: @/narutoss.ramen, @/to0fu, @/thatsallitchief . dividers :: @/cafekitsune .
synopsis :: following every generic romance media known to manâthereâs always a set of troupes that youâll come across. now what if you relived them, only with a group of insufferably handsome men?
s. gojo :: academic rivals to lovers.
synopsis :: top of his class, and the campusâ star student, satoru gojo is used to being number 1. that was, until a scholarship student fucked with all his plansâthe most unfortunate thing being that you were just his type. smart, witty and mean, youâre everything heâs ever wanted, if only his pride wasnât in the way.
r. sukuna :: accidental roommates.
synopsis :: a registration mishap leaves you rooming with the universityâs most notorious frat presidentâand now the two of you are stuck in a place you could barely call an apartment. together. so, itâs only fair you find something to agree on, right?
k. nanami :: fake dating.
synopsis :: hell bent on making your ex, gojo, jealous you found yourself wrapped in the hot valedictorianâs armsâin exchange for your connections heâs willing to play your little game to help make the white haired loser regret breaking up with you, only you find yourself drawn closer and closer to the mysterious blonde.
f. toji :: jock x nerd.
synopsis :: stellar athlete and captain of the ice hockey team, fushiguro toji is used to everybody knowing exactly who he is. everybody except the wallflower, the nerdy girl at the front of his class that seems to have no interest in himâonly for toji, she happens to be the most interesting person alive.
you can be peeling a boiled egg and think to yourself wow. that was so simple. and then you peel another one and itâs like being in the throes of war. shell everywhere. egg mangled. tears in your eyes. thatâs how god keeps you humble
Firefighter!Sukuna who starts believing in miracles when you slide him your phone number under the guise of prescription, dainty fingers wrapped around his wrist, feeling his pulse before you pulled away, leaving behind a tingling on his skin.
He wouldn't say it out loud but he did sniff his wrist like a dog in the privacy of his own home.
Firefighter!Sukuna who somehow managed to land a date with you, between horrible typos and genuine spelling mistakes you still somehow thought he was worthy of dating.
Firefighter!Sukuna who sits opposite to you in the cafe booth, fingers fidgeting with the napkin beside his plate as you scanned the menu.
"Have you been here before?" You looked up, soft eyes meeting his widened ones, "do you have any recommendations?"
"Water's good." Sukuna blurted out, tip of his ears turning red as he simultaneously registered your question and his own response, "I mean like, it's crispy and hydrating, I don't drinkâsorry I haven't been here before."
Firefighter!Sukuna who dreadfully waits for you to realise how much of a loser he is and walk away.
From his jumbled words to clumsy hands nearly dropping a jug full of water in your lap, he was sure you'd block him by the end of the night.
Firefighter!Sukuna who is pleasantly surprised to somehow find himself at you apartment, your fingers tugging his collar as you desperately claimed his mouth, heels digging into the back of his thighs from where he had you pressed against the door.
He squeezed your thighs, pulling away from your lips to scan your apartment, eyes searching for way to your bedroom, afterall he had been here few weeks ago.
"It's the one in far left." You mumbled against his throat, lapping up at his bobbing adams apple, arms tightening around his neck as he stepped into the living space, "wait, take off your clothes."
"Here?" Sukuna looked into your open living room, gently letting go of your body as your feet settled on the ground, watching as you haphazardly tucked at he straps of your sundress, plush tits spilling over the collar as you pushed it down, "You want to have sex here?"
You stop stripping, eyes wide as you turn around to look at the space available, before continuing to shimmy out of your dress, "later, let's get to bedroom first."
Firefighter!Sukuna who feels precum oozing out of his tip at the mere thought of later, he followed your lead, clumsily stripping down to his underwear, eyes locked on the way you casually slid your panties off, strutting your way to the bedroom.
He slowly followed you inside, cheeks red as he took in the way you had decorated your room, warmth blooming in his belly at the thought of being in your space.
"Come, wash your hands." You tilted your head towards the bathroom, wetting your hands before pumping out handwash, expectedly waiting for him to join you.
Confusion painted his features but he still abided by your request, naked and horny and washing his hands.
"You are about to put your hands on and in me, I want them clean."
Oh. Oh.
Firefighter!Sukuna who goes one step ahead, hands curling so he could fill them with water, before splashing it on his face, making sure to rub around his mouth twice.
You watch him in curiosity, eyes sparkling as he wipes his face dry with one of the towels you handed him.
"I wanted to, you know." He gestured vaguely with his hand, when he spotted your raised eyebrow, he elaborated further, "I wanted to eat your pussy too."
Firefighter!Sukuna who is surprised when you, quite literally jumped his bones, face flushed as you pushed him onto the bed, crawling between his legs to smother his face with kisses.
Firefighter!Sukuna who leaned over your body, hand wrapped around his thick cock as you spread your pussy.
He tapped the tip of his cock against your clit, relishing in the way you squirmed, hips weakly rutting upwards, chasing his fleeting touches.
Momentarily, he visualised the water hose, weirdly comparing his cock to it, after all he was about to extinguish the fire in your bellâ
He was probably daydreaming for too long, when your voice brought him back to the bedroom.
"Still with me, 'Kuna?" You mumbled, reaching up to cradle his jaw, eyes soft as you pecked the corner of his mouth. "What are you thinking about?"
Firefighter!Sukuna who groaned, eyes screwed shut as tried to find a way to explain to you his analogy without soundingâinsane.
And you are looking up at him soâtenderly, eyes soft and worried, brows furrowed, and then his gaze drifts lower, pebbled nipples and love bites littered on your sternum and lower where you pussy waits in anticipation, so wet.
And the his dickâthe hose.
"Your pussy, my dicâthe fire," he stammered, dread pulling in his stomach as the furrow between your brows deepens, you are trying your best to understand him, "i am stupid." He huffed helplessly, arm bending at the elbows as he leaned down, pressing his chest against yours, cock smushed against your pussy, drawing a gasp from your pretty lips. "Shiâsorry."
"Move 'Kuna," You pushed slightly against his toned belly, reaching between your bodies to surl your fingers around his length, feeling him shudder against your grasp, "don't tease me now." You pouted, aligning his tip with your entrance, smearing his precum messily over your folds.
Firefighter!Sukuna who pushed past his thoughts and focuses on you, the spasming of your walls as his tip pushes past the entrance, the arching of your back as you accomodate to his girth, the way your hand hovers over your clit, not yet touching because he knows you'll cum too fast if you did.
He steadied himself over you, breath fanning on your cheeks as he reached between your bodies with his free hand, gently guiding your hand around his neck, before trailing back down.
Pulling out, he rubbed his thumb across your entrance, gathering slick before guiding his cock back inside, smearing the fluid on your clit, thumb rough and pressured against your tender bud.
"Kunaâ" You moaned, trembling in his hold, completely at his mercy as he set a slow rhythm, thick cock dragging deliciously against your wet walls, your nails dig into the skin of his back, huffing out breaths with each thrust.
Firefighter!Sukuna who has you falling apart in his hold, cock red and throbbing with a pulse as you cum around him, thick creamy coating his base, sloppy mess between your bodies.
Firefighter!Sukuna who mutters out, "Wheâwhere do you want me?" Words muffled against the skin of your shoulder, hips rutting forward as his thumb relentlessly drew shapes on your clit, unbothered by the fact that you already coated him in your creamy slick twice.
You don't answer, you can'tâanswer, mind devoid of any coherent thought, you could barely focus on anything other then his cock battering your insides and his thumb swapping slick on your bud.
Firefighter!Sukuna who looks down at your ruined appearance, eyes glossy and filled with stars, cheeks red, lips swollen and rosy, he presses one long wet kiss against your plush cheek, pulling out in one go, hand letting go of your waist and wrapping around his length, blurring as he stroked himself, cum splattering on your belly and thighs, some droplets even managing to paint your nipples.
Firefighter!Sukuna who lays flat on his back in your bed, tanned and tattoed skin surrounded by baby pink duvet and teeny tiny plushies, his back supported by what he assumes are, at least 5 small pillow.
His dick, soft and shiny, tucked between his thighs, he turns he head to see you sprawled beside him hands trailing up and down your body, fingers occasionally smearing his coating your belly.
"You want to wasâ"
"Round two by the entâ"
Both of your stop immediately, widened eyes meeting another set of widened eyes, you stop fiddling with his cream coating your belly, instead you turn towards, ignoring the squelch as remnants of body fluids, leaked out. "I thought firefighters had stamina?"
Firefighter!Sukuna who is dumbfounded by your question, eyes shining with mirth as he took turned towards you, dick bobbing down as blood rushed south again. "Was just being courteous."
He huffed, getting off the bed and dragging you to the edge by your ankle, grinning wide as loud cackles escaped your lips, easily tossing you over his shoulder as he made his way out to the living room.
Men who talk shit about gold diggers underestimate the grit it takes to put up with an insufferable man, even when money is involved. We should be thanking them for their service like they are veterans.
blame the damn alchohol
wherein one drunk night turns into chaotic conversations, accidental confessions, jealousy and moments that probably shouldâve stayed unsent.
tw : alcohol/drunk reader, drunk texting, jealousy, suggestive flirting, emotional denial, mutual pining, chaotic banter, implied romantic tension, messy feelings, reader being a menace.
sukuna's version
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a/n : sukuna's version will be a seperate post since tumblr limits only 30 images đ« GOD i had SO MUCH FUN writing these
blame the damn alcohol (sukuna's ver.)
wherein one drunk night turns into chaotic conversations, accidental confessions, jealousy and moments that probably shouldâve stayed unsent.
tw : alcohol/drunk reader, drunk texting, jealousy, suggestive flirting, emotional denial, mutual pining, chaotic banter, implied romantic tension, messy feelings, reader being a menace.
the rest of the men
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 synopsis : for months, anonymous gifts appeared on your desk, first were occasional bouquets, then fresh coffee during late nights, and scribbled tips on colorful sticky notes, all signed â--yours truly, your secret admirer.â you thought theyâd never reveal themselves, until a drunken email confession flips everything.
content : office colleague nerd!jo x reader, mdni, afab!reader, twist ending, office au, porn with plot, unprotected sexâdonât be like them, oral (fem recieving), fingering, p in v, fingers in mouth, hair pulling, nerd!jo is vocal and a whimper, switch nerd!jo, mirror sex, humiliation kink, creampies, condescending praise, brief spanking, alcohol and cigs mentioned (bar), he's a yapper
w.c : 4.1K author's note : this took wayyy too long, but it was so worth it. first oneshot and lwk I love it. art creds: @/chhherubi on x and @/artiwithsingle_a on ig
it was the third time this week.Â
atop the mahogany desk sat a floral arrangement, along with the signature sticky noteâblue today, written in itâs familiar, neat handwriting.Â
âprettiest flowers for the prettiest girl.Â
âyours truly, your secret admirer.âÂ
"your guyâs clearly consistent.â
instinctively jumping, you whirl around to see shokoâs head peeking into your cubicle. âwhat?â she shrugged as if she hadn't scared the shit out of you, âi mean, it's been...eight months now?"
eight months.Â
the sticky notes, the gifts, the gestures. and yet still had no idea who it was.
the office was constantly buzzing. chatting colleagues, fresh-ground coffee, clacking of keyboards, house music for people on hold, and the printing machine that finally got fixed last month (after years of complaints to management).
so honestly? finding out who the anonymous lover behind it all was is the least of your worries right now.
"at least they always know what flowers i like," you pushed the vase aside with the others, plopping onto the squeaking chair, and making another mental note to get some wd40 soon.
âand you donât find thatâŠweird?â shoko persisted with an arched brow, leaning against the desk. âthey know every time, it feels less like guessing.âÂ
that was true; it never felt random or coincidental nowâit was intentional. and you couldnât decide if it was boarding the line between oddly endearing or creepy. maybe both, leaning towards the latter.Â
it had been three years since you started working for nanami kento; the man was efficient, to put it lightly. always making sure his employees were kept on their toes, their workloads manageable yet productive. he was rarely ever in the office, always out on business trips and meetings, or on the occasional collaboration with hiromi higurumaâs law firm.Â
you logged onto your desktop, preparing for the dreadful workload today. copious emails already flood your inbox, all marked tasks for today.Â
great.Â
âyes, itâs weird, sho, itâs harmless.âÂ
she paused for a beat before shaking her head, completely used to your stubbornness by now.
âyeah, for now. anyways, donât forget--bar tonight with suguru.âÂ
she slipped out, pencil skirt swaying and leaving you to fall into the usual rhythm of work, the flow of fingers flying over keys, answering calls, fueling your caffeine addiction, wondering if the money was truly worth the mental strain, and a brief reminder of your unfilled pinterest boards being your leading motivation these days.
ââââ âËâč âĄ
by three, it was lunch, a head of white hair swiftly sliding over in his rolling chair, head peeking over the wall separating your cubicles.Â
âheyâŠtodayâs been rough, huh? you heading to lunch too?âÂ
satoru gojo, the officeâs bi analyst, is arguably the smartest man youâd ever met. he had the credentials to back it up, a prestigious university degree, topped off with a resume full of achievements that every cousin must envy him for.
dressed in his usual attireâpinstriped button-up with the sleeves rolled, name tag dangling from his neck, tailored slacks, messenger bag that held half his hobbies, and his signature pristine frames. he was consistent and polished without overdoing it. and attractive as hell.Â
sometimes you wondered how he didnât have a girlfriend; he was the perfect mixture of nerdy and hot.
 well, besides the moments, he was a total klutzâapologizing profusely afterwards.
or his specifically organized cubicle, decorated with comics, dual-curved monitors, posters, and marvel figures.Â
and thereâs also the fact that he can break down programming and pc specs like heâs talking about the weather.
âyeah, mâstarving,â you leaned back in the chair, stretching longitudinally with an exasperated groan, skirt swaying.Â
it was around nine when you finished for the day, the once buzzing office empty, shadows left in the places of people, and the quiet hum of the water cooler. the rare peace was refreshing, like the mist of an ac on a blazing summer day.Â
once you grabbed your things and walked to the elevator, the tall, white-haired man was waiting by the reflective metal doors. a glimpse of his sleeper build visible under the taut shirt as he read the comic.
âwhich oneâs that?â
satoruâs head shot up, stammering a response that clearly wasnât previously rehearsed. âohâuh, itâs x-menâŠyou know the series?â he flipped the comic around to show the cover.Â
a pink flush blooming on his skin with the crooked smile. adorable.Â
âmhm, i watched a few of the movies actuallyâŠâ a gentle smile formed on your lips, watching the elevator's numbers ascend.Â
âwhat? no wayâwhich was your favorite??â
âdeadpool was pretty goodâŠâ
the conversation flowed easily while you both waited, his excitement evident with how he would sometimes speak over youâthen apologize just a quick. the pure passion in his tone was heartwarming; it made his sometimes cocky demeanor seem distant.Â
on the ride down, conversation continued about random things. realizing he was a dorky sweetheart beneath his usual intelligence and slight arrogance.Â
âsatoru,â you called before he could step off. he paused, glancing over his shoulder promptly with a hopeful look. âiâm going to the bar tonight with shoko and getoâŠwanna tag along?â Â
ââââ âËâč âĄ
ryoâs bar was notorious for its lively atmosphereâthe building pulsed rhythmically with its own heartbeat. bass cracking through speakers, drunk husbands arguing over sports games, shoulders brushing, perfume lingering, and the scent of citrus and tobacco welcomed your senses before the rowdy laughter.Â
dim amber lighting, the glow of red led signs, and the clacking of 8 balls made this place home. familiar. somewhere you and shoko constantly frequented once you found out how close it was to the office.Â
shoko was on her fourth cig, smoke danced from the ashtray like black spiraling ribbons. âfucking idiot, i told him to come hours before,â she muttered, blowing out a small stream.Â
âsuguru will be here, sho, you know how he is,â you shrugged, sipping your drink.Â
satoru sat on the other side of you, drinking water instead of alcohol. when you offered for him to tag along earlier, he had specified he wasnât much of a drinker. he idly swirled the cup, the mounted tv screen reflecting on his lenses, expression neutral. just as you were about to turn to shoko, suguruâs calming voice startled both of you.Â
âyou think heâll be like that all night?âÂ
suguruâs tall figure stood behind your barstools, hands stuffed in his oversized dark jeans pockets. his eyes darted between you both, a small smirk tugging at his lips, âi said iâd be here, didnât i?âÂ
soon, shoko and suguru were both laughing and jabbing over drinks and cigs, blending with the atmosphere, sounds of glass clinking, the bar's owner, sukuna, barking orders at his employee, toji, for slacking off for the fifth time that shift.Â
you joined in on the conversations, elbowing and snorting into your drink. yet you couldnât shake satoruâs silence.Â
âhey,â you nudged him gently, voice calm and soothing, âyou alright? youâve been quiet tonight.âÂ
those arctic blue eyes met yours behind the glinting frames before darting away just as quickly, âiâm justâŠnot used to these sorta thingsâŠâÂ
he scratched his neck sheepishly, adjusting his glasses, âis itâŠthat awkward?â
your eyes crinkled lightly in the corners; you could tell he was nervous, out of his normal environment. it was honestly endearing. teasing him gently, you sucked your teeth, âitâs pretty hard to ignoreâŠâÂ
âdamnâŠand here i thought i was being cool.âÂ
âoh, never thatâŠitâs like being a wallflower at a bar.â
âthat bad?â he snorted, bursting into quiet laughter, shoulders dropping, tone incredulous.
âthat bad, i almost regretted inviting you.â Â
finally, you managed to get satoru more comfortable at the bar; he decided to order a drinkâfinallyâand joined the conversation with suguru and shoko.Â
turns out satoru was a lightweight. he was barely two drinks down, already drunk off his ass. he was now on a passionate ramble about video game lore, smugly explaining how tlou clickers worked and how likely their existence would be.Â
also, according to him, heâd survive, the cocky side of his dorky personality unapologetically making an appearance.Â
shoko and suguru both exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying this side of him more.Â
âso, weâd all die basically. except you,â shoko concluded flatly, signaling another round to the lazy bartender.Â
âessentially, yes.âÂ
soon, you noticed the way satoru would look at you when he thought you didnât notice. eyes darting away each time with a growing flush. his knee occasionally brushes yours under the bar. you dismissed him as being drunk and potentially trying to flirt. youâd subtly flirt back, watching his reactions and listening as he passionately switches from geeky topics to intellectual debates.Â
the night closed with the four of you leaving the bar, suguru driving you all home. shoko sat in the passenger seat, complaining about working on monday, while you sat with satoru in the back.Â
he was fully out of it now, hiccuping and slurring his words, singing along to the radio, and mumbling something about him feeling âsâgoodâ while his head lay on your shoulder. fingers gently combing through his messy strands, you whispered, âyouâre so out of itâŠâ biting back a smile.Â
satoruâs head lolled back, looking up through white lashes, âyouâre so prettyâŠâÂ
you nearly choked on your own spit, âwhat?âÂ
he simply mumbled again, incoherently this time, eyes drooping before they fluttered closed.Â
did he just?Â
luckily, suguru was too busy teasing shoko the rest of the drive to notice, passing streetlights catching on his sharp jawline as he laughed. but the rest of the way, you couldnât ignore the sudden warmth and flutter in your chest.Â
ââââ âËâč âĄ
after being dropped off at your apartment, you quickly fell into your nightly routine, despite being tipsy. finishing the night off with a quick check of your email, per usual, to make sure you didnât miss anything nanami assigned.
you scrolled through your inbox with a low-lidded gaze, yawning and lifting your head frequently. then one email woke you completely.Â
to: [name, surname]Â
subject: r u up? i canât stop thinking about youÂ
iâm sorry, know itâs lateâŠand iâm a little drunk, not to mention iâll probably never send thisâsorry, rambling even through email. anyways. since the day i saw you at the office, i knew you were special. and no, itâs not because you're pretty, though you're the most beautiful girl iâve met, or the way you smile when someone does something for you without asking, or the way your nose scrunches at the smell of ground coffee in the mornings.Â
okay, i sound like an idiot. christ, why is this so hard? iâm not good at this. never have been. words. i canât express myself without rambling or rehearsing the conversation before. iâm a mess, iâm awkward and clumsy, constantly making a fool of myself or being an arrogant prick when it comes to my intelligence.
which is why i started this, the sticky notes, the gifts. the anonymity of it all. i got to see your reactions from my cubicle, the way you lit up on hard days when you felt no one cared, i cared. i always have. even if i lack the guts to say it to your face. so, it was never meant to be creepy. it was just my way of getting your attention despite not having the balls to do it in person. anddd now iâm talking about my balls on email. great. definitely never sending this now, goodnight.Â
âyours truly, your secret admirerÂ
the email was clearly a drunk confession; you managed to decipher the various misspelled words. except the email itself wasnât what caught your eye. it was the sender.Â
from: satoru gojoÂ
holy. shit.
the realization hit you like a physical blow, slapping you across your face.Â
satoru was the secret admirer this entire time, all these months, your nerdy colleague one cubicle away had been the sender. your intoxicated mind seemed to sober completely now, re-reading the message a few times to make sure the caffeine hadnât made you a complete loon.Â
each time you whispered the last sentence to yourself. this was really happening.Â
the morning arrived, toasted sun peeked over the swaying trees. birds sang their greetings and soft ballads. you were painfully hungover, body protesting with each stiff movement. reaching to open your laptop again, surely last night was a dream. and sure enough, it was still there.Â
not a thing had changed; it was real.Â
ââââ âËâč âĄ
weeks had passed since that night, satoru never brought it up, and you never asked. it was just a drunk accidental email, thatâs all. except that the anonymous gifts stopped. completely.Â
when you came into the office, the weekly floral arrangements werenât there. no sticky notes scribbled in the familiar signing. no tips when the workload got confusing with chibi drawings. no fresh coffee waiting. nothing.Â
like when you didnât have enough episode gems to get married in an actual wedding dress as a kid.Â
the flip was instant. almost unsettling in a way. the honeymoon phase was overâand reality was a bitch.Â
each time your paths crossed, it was painfully awkward.
breakroom coffee runs ending with awkward laughter, mumbled âsorrysâ, and tight-lipped smiles when you reached for the same cup. tensing when he came over to explain something to you, his heart pounding when his strong arms caged you in, lenses sliding down his nose, and leaning over you to point something out on the screen. his lips dangerously close to your ear.Â
somehow, he got even hotter now that you knew it was him.Â
your gaze drifted over his muscles when he wore short-sleeved shirts, the way he combed through his hair when he was annoyed or stressed over something, the hung smile he got when someone praised him, and how his cologne lingered in rooms long after he left.Â
you were fucked to put it figurativelyâhopefully literally too.Â
the suffocating cycle repeated. it seemed neither of you would say anything, forgetting the email had happened entirely and going back to colleagues. strained colleagues.Â
ââââ âËâč âĄ
it had been officially a week of this ânew routine.â and after a long day, you packed up your things, grabbed your purse, and walked toward the elevators. the office is regularly empty around this time.Â
heels clicking the freshly polished floors, the floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding the building showed off tonight's full moon, âprettyâŠâ you murmured into the quiet halls.Â
âhey.âÂ
you spun around, satoru following not too far behind, his tall frame catching up easily in two strides. he had the same late-night preference as you; the quieter the office, the easier it was to actually get the workload done.Â
âsorry, i didnât want the elevator to make two tripsâŠyou mind?â
it was probably one of the first times you both were actually alone since that night, forced to confront the email.Â
âno, i get it.âÂ
âcoolâŠuh, thanks.â
both of you stepped onto the elevator, the metal doors sealing your fates in the descent of the decently sized box.Â
silence.Â
sounds of quiet breaths and shuffles, no eye contact, closed off bodies. this was going to be a long trip.
about a minute in, you could feel him glance over, but you didnât stop looking at the doors, though. daring the damned box to move any slower.Â
by the time the elevator finally stopped, you were already walking out when you felt a large, cool hand snake out, grabbing your wrist. gentle yet firm.
âwait.âÂ
one word. one desperate command.Â
he slowly spun you around again, those blue eyes even closer now. âyou read it. didnât you?âÂ
a shiver ran down your spine. you knew exactly what âitâ was.
the email.Â
there was no point in lying. it was practically written over your face every day since he sent it. he watched your expression change and blew out a breath, hand running through his hair, the other still loosely around your wrist.
âlook, iâm sorry, that wasnât supposed to send out, and i know itâs probably weird now. you probably just think iâm some stalker andââÂ
you pressed a hand to his chest, instantly pausing him mid-rant.Â
âsatoru. just shut up and kiss me.â
âwaitâwhatââ
âdonât make me repeat myself,â you sighed.Â
and that was all it took. he used your wrist as leverage, pulling you flush against him as your lips crashed together. the kiss was desperate and hard, full of built-up tension and want.Â
and he kissed like a madman, groaning deeply, his hand sliding around to grip your waist, cupping your cheek as it naturally progressed. your arms wrap around his neck, tugging at the short hairs on his nape.
ââââ âËâč âĄ
you donât remember how exactly you got to his apartment, but you did.Â
stumbling through the threshold after he fumbled with the keys for a good five minutes with shaky hands, still trying to keep the kiss going with one hand on your ass.
entangled bodies knocking things over in the darkness, muffled giggles between kisses, and roaming hands.Â
it felt like those dramatic movie scenes. except it was real. your reality.
satoru peeled off his shirt, toned abs flexing as he walked backwards to his bedroom, tugging you along. watching as you kicked off your heels haphazardly, a sly smirk slowly formed on his lips.Â
he kicked his door shut behind you with his foot, practically shredding his pants. âbed.â
the command was immediate, low and gentle, but firm; you were soon to realize that when that door closed, he was no longer just your nerdy colleague.
you backed until the back of your calves hit the bed, falling onto it as he crawled over you, kissing and sucking at your neck hungrily, âfuck, satoruââ you moaned, arching off the plush mattress.
âshh, fuck iâve been wanting to taste you for so fucking long,â he admitted, breath hot on your skin. his hands were mapping out your bare waist under the dress, âcan i?â he paused seriously, waiting for consent.Â
when you nodded with no hesitation and mumbled a quiet âyesâ, he kissed down your body, removing the dress slowly before throwing it into a dark corner of the room, joining the pile.Â
satoru finally settled between your thighs, spreading them slowly. when he finally saw you, he groaned deeply, kissing your inner thigh and then higher, getting dangerously closer to your core each time.
âsatoruâŠâÂ
âhm?âÂ
he knew what you wanted, teasing on purpose. he slowly spreads your inner folds, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, making your breath hitch. âyouâre such a good girl, arenât you? look at how wet this pussy is for me.âÂ
his tongue slowly traced it before switching between gentle sucks and licks, holding you open for him. he was slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to devour you.
âyou taste better than i imagined,â he hummed against your pussy, feeling your fingers tugging at his hair.Â
eventually, he began actually eating you out. tongue swirling and sucking harder as your juices dripped down his chin, the sounds like sacred melodies for his ears only. wet slurps and his muffled moans filled the dimly lit room; the full moon shone through the blinds.Â
slipping two fingers in once you were ready, he began stretching you out, whispering praises with each slow roll of your hips. âcome on, baby,â he encouraged, feeling your legs shaking, doubling his efforts until you came with a soft cry. âthere it isâŠso pretty for me.âÂ
âfuck,â you were still catching your breath when he pulled off his boxers, and holy shit.
his thick length slapped against his stomach, leaking and pulsing at the tip. he wrapped a hand around it, stroking once, twice, âsee something you like?â satoru teased, that mischievous glint behind his skewed lenses. âcome on, ride it.â
ââââ âËâč âĄ
the stretch had you both groaning deeply, sinking until his balls were flush against your ass. he leaned back, giving you full control, his hands settling on your hips. not guiding just there. âtake what you need, go ahead.â
thighs spread wide over his hips, you began moving. slow at first, sliding up till just the tip stretched you before sinking back down again with the wet slap of his balls. taking him deep each time he whimpered. âholy shitâjustâŠagain.â
once you got into the motions, you began spreading up. he got even more vocal as you bounced on his lap faster, âi didnât thinkâŠyou be soâfuckââ
his hips jutted up before he stopped himself, âsorryâsorry, i justâŠgod, you feel so good. uh, you didnât think iâd be so whatâŠhah..biâbig?âÂ
âmhmâŠâ you whimpered between nods, fucking yourself faster now on his cock. the sounds lewd and filthy, using his broad shoulders as leverage. âyeah, most donâtâŠthey think just because my personality isâŠnerdyâŠiâd just be some pathetic loser. or a virginâwhich thereâs nothing wrong with that, it's justââ
âsatoru.â
âsorry.âÂ
ââââ âËâč âĄ
again. his personality switches were dizzying.Â
the mattress dipped under you, on all fours, staring at your reflection in the full body mirror as he positioned himself again. behind you this time. slapping his cock against your cheeks. âi want you to watch yourself now. no looking away.â
he paused, leaning over your back, âyou can do that for me, canât you, my sweet girl?âÂ
âmhm.â
âgood girl,â he kissed your jaw, slowly sliding in with ease this time as he spread your cheeks open. he began slowly and deeply, holding onto your hips before he sat up again.Â
you could see everything at this angle, his balls slapping against your clit, the way your face twitched with each thrust, lips parting. his figure towering over you, muscles flexing under your gaze as he briefly adjusted his frames.
âdonât watch me, silly, look at you.â he cupped your chin, turning your head back to watch your own reflection. âsee that?â he whispered huskily, hips slapping against your ass. âhow deep your taking me?â
he noticed how into this you seemed and smirked darkly, suddenly speeding up. electing a shocked moan from you, your mouth falling open, tits bouncing roughly. his hand firmly kept your chin in place. âyouâre such a dirty girlâŠyou like being dirty, hm?â
your reflection looked drunk off this, pathetic, and dazed. helpless as you watched yourself getting thoroughly fucked by the office nerd. âyes, iâm so fucking dirtyâŠâÂ
âgood girlâŠâ he brushed his hair back, thrusting faster while keeping the punishing depth. it was filthy, your body bouncing, face twisting into something more desperate. his hand that wasnât on your chin gripped your hips harder, wet slaps getting louder until a broken sob of pleasure left your lips.Â
âaww, whatâs wrong, pretty girl? you were so desperate for this dick, right? take it.âÂ
fat tears stained your cheeks along with the choked sobs, fisting the sheets harder but never looking away. âhere,â he let go of your chin, finally replacing it with his fingers in your mouth. âsuck.âÂ
once you complied, he smirked, satisfied, and continued pounding into you, panting and whispering filthy things, while also praising how good you were being for him. leaning down to kiss your overwhelmed tears away with surprisingly gentleness, considering how he was manhandling you.Â
slamming home over and over until he felt your walls begin to convulse, fluttering rapidly around him. âyou wanna comeâŠdonât you?â you nod eagerly, sniffling and still sucking on his digits.
âthen fucking come,â he demanded, spanking you suddenly. that was the last strawâback bowing sharply with a devastating silent scream. shattering perfectly. he didnât let up, panting and whimpering through it as you gripped him impossibly tight. thrusting one last time as he buried himself deep. following with a loud moan and filling you with thick ropes of cum. âfuckkk.âÂ
you both were silent for a moment, catching your breath before he slowly pulled out, whimpering softly as he did. satoru kissed down your spine soothingly, watching his cum leak out of your puffy lips. trickling your inner thighs.
 âlook at the mess you madeâŠpoor baby.â
ââââ âËâč âĄ
you lay in his strong arms, flush against him, and head against his chest as he played with your hair, his heart beating steadily under your ear.Â
âyouâre so prettyâŠâ he noted for the hundredth time that night, pecking your nose with a genuine smile.Â
you smiled back, nuzzling closer into his bicep, mumbling happily.Â
âyou knowâŠthereâs something i should probably tell youâŠâ he cleared his throat after a minute of silence, his gaze dropping back to you seriously.Â
âwhatâŠ?â you sat up, smiling, instantly fading.
âyou know, that emailâŠ?â
âyeahâŠwhat about it?â
âit wasnât just a drunk accidental email."
"i uhâŠi did it on purpose...â
â...you what?!âÂ
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Synopsis: CEO Higuruma has a crush on you (his genius assistant), and what better way to confess than on Valentineâs Day?
Pairing: Higurumaxreader
Content MDNI: Office romance, Higuruma is hopeless, wingman co-worker shimizu, youâre clueless, Higuruma is YEARNING, slowburn, Valentineâs Day, romantic confession, Higurumaâs a munch, oral (fem.rec), heâs making sweet love to you, sweet talking you, heâs down bad, WHIMPERING Higuruma, he likes your birth marks, love bites, hickies, office sex, heâs ESCALATING, back shots, doggystyle, MISSIONARY, youâre dazed, he's fucking you STUPID, intense orgasm, intense creampie, PRAISE KINK, pet names, heâs SO DRUNK ON YOU, getting together, happy endings
Word count: 6.3k
Disclaimer: Heâs such a lover boyyyyyy ughhh
"Y/n what is the ratio between the number of client versus the number of attorneys?"
Hiromi Higuruma taps his pen over a pile of paperwork while straightening the collar of his black suite jacket. And just to his left? You had pushed up a pare of black framed glasses up the bridge of your cute button nose. Higuruma watched from the corner of his eye, his eyes subtly tracing the lining of your cheeks, the curve of your jaw and how it tightened just so as you focused on a notepad that you flipped through for answers, and the way you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.
"450 attorneys and 219 cases sir"
You say confidently now as you look up from the notepad at him. Higuruma stares at you. You notice he's been doing that a lot lately. He watched the way your lips part slightly as you collect your thoughts to speak, the mole on your neck. Hiromi Higuruma would break the law just to run his tongue along the soft turane of your skin. He wonders just were some of your other beauty marks might just be as he catches himself and clears his throat.
"The numbers are out of balance. What are our most valuable data assets?"
You flip through your notes quickly like lightening before pushing up your glasses again to speak.
"Sir, I believe our more experienced attorney Shimizu would be a good advertisement for the face of the company, could possibly help balance out those numbers"
Your tone was efficient, direct, logical, just the way he loved it. And damn was it getting hot in his office? The way you always knew the right thing to say made Higurumas stomach flutter with warmth.
"Good, write that down. I'll bring it up in my next meeting. What's my schedule look like this week?"
Without hesitation you speak.
"Tomorrow is your meeting with HR and the board of directors to discuss the stats of this years client profits, and employee misconducts, this Thursday you have another meeting with the The attorney kuronuma and his client sakura...."
You pause before adding.
"The files and forms in regards to the client consent forms that require your signature will perhaps take up most of your time this week Mr. Higuruma"
He he listens intently. And nods all while his eyes are on your breast, he always loved how you were modest to not exposing your bare skin to him all while having the kind of perfect cleavage that draws in attention anyway. His hands flex at his desk wishing to get a handful of you. he lets out a soft smooth grown and masks it as exaughst as he runs his hands though his hair.
"Yes. That just fine. It makes sense, we will schedule further meeting for next week. I have my hands tied up"
He falls silent as you stand next to him, almost robotic, you never spoke or moved unless he needed you to, he always appreciated your loyalty.
"Y/n, could you fetch me the client case file forms from attorney Matsuda?"
And unfortunately for you Higuruma genuinely wasn't exactly in any real rush to retrieve those files but honestly? He just couldn't help but make the request. Because watching you walk away in the office skirts You always wore? It was enough to genuinely make him hard as a rock. He's surprised he could even hide it from you the way his cock would perch up and practically burst from his black slacks. Those hips? Swaying back and forth between the perfect tight curve of your ass just so? And to make it all worse....your skirts. Higuruma had truly done the best he could to deny himself the sight of you in those tiny skirts you've been wearing in his office since he hired you. He always remaind professional and a gentleman but my Jesus Christ, what's a man to do when you've been bending over while writing reports and picking up dropped files just to see different kinds of panties peaking underneath? It was enough to make a grown man's head spin.
And yeah maybe he yanked it to you and your little skirts a few times. Maybe a lot of times. He would do just about anything to have the curve of your soft plush thighs around his head while you sat on his face andâ,
BAM!
The slam of the attorney Matsuda's case files just as requested right there on his desk. He startles first hands twitching on his mahogany wooden desk. He clears his throat.
"Yes. Thank you. Y/n"
You nod silently adjusting yourself as Higuruma now focus on the files he asked for on his desk. Until there's a knock as his office door.
"Yes. Come in"
He says firmly with a sigh. His tired eyes never leave the forms on his desk that he flips through with intensity. And the office door opens just for Shimizu to step from behind it.
"Shimizu, what do you have for me?"
She approaches his desk with another stack of files.
"These documents are completed by me, but you can review them for consent signatures if you feel necessary"
She stands there straight and tall on the other end of his desk. And he lifts his head finally to take the files but just as he does he can feel the warmth of your hand over his attempting to take the files. Soft, gentle, and it sends electricity straight through him and your boss? You almost swear you can see him blushing but you're sure if you bring it up after the fact he'd deny he ever did.
"S-sir, please...allow me, you're backed up today..."
His stomach twist and does backflips at her consideration. He almost pulled you in for a kiss, a long one. Right in front of Shimizu but he contains himself and lets loose the files, almost wishing that your hands could touch forever. He exhales through his nose sharply.
"Fine, just remind me to handle it when I have the free time in my schedule"
You nod. But Shimizu? She couldn't help but notice the tension between you to, or rather just, him. She was his friend off the clock but they kept things subtle and professional in the work place. She whispers in his ear.
"We should talk"
.
.
.
Outside of the office he and Shimizu stood adjusting themselves to speak. She folds her arms to her chest.
"Whats going on between you two? You're acting weird"
Higuruma's eyes shift nervously.
"Dammit, I guess I'm not as subtle as I thought I was being"
He says rubbing the back of his head with pink cheeks.
"Confessing already huh? It's that bad?"
She says with a smirk.
Higuruma runs his fingers though his dark spikey hair.
"Yeah"
"You have any plans to tell her how you feel?"
Higuruma shakes his head.
"I wish. She's smart, don't want there to be a bias in the work place, you know how I feel about professionality."
Shimizu shakes her head with the tiniest chuckle.
"Is that your excuse? That's so lame Hiromi, you know you're just chickening out cause you rarely like anyone."
Higuruma rubs his mouth in frustration.
"So what do you propose I do?"
Shimizu holds up a coupon with red hearts on it.
"Whats this?"
He takes it and glances at it in his hands.
"Itâs a coupon for a restaurant date. Take her...."
She nudges him with her elbow and Higuruma allows it with stiffness.
"I don't even know if she's taken or not Shimizu..."
She rolls her eyes.
"So I guess you have a conversation starter then huh?"
Higuruma scoffs and shakes his head. She's freakin unbelievable.
.
.
.
When Higuruma returned to his desk his movements were stiff and awkward each step felt like he had forgotten how to walk when he saw you, your eyes locked on your notepad as you wrote notes.
"Y/n...."
He clears his throat.
"Are you....seeing anyone?"
And for the first time since you'd started working for Higuruma your expression changes from stoic, to wide eyed and taken aback by the question. Your breath visibly hitches. Your fingers holding your notebook clutch harder. Your notice the slight pink in his cheeks. 'Is he interested in me?'
"I-I'm not..."
And in an instant. You notice a flicker in his dark eyes. The flicker bright and hopeful with a tiny smile as if he had one the lottery. And if it wasn't entirely clear before, between distant glances and stares? It certainly was now. He liked you.
.
.
.
That day after Higuruma had practically confessed feelings it was valentines day, and it was cute to see the small considerate things he'd done for you while you weren't looking, asking you for less tasks, letting you take more breaks.
"Mr. Higuruma..."
You began noticing him rubbing the back of his neck (it usually meanât he was tired).
"Would you like me to fetch you a coffee sir?"
He groans softly stretching slightly. Flexing in his dark suite. Not too much. He believed the tension and exaughstion made him work harder.
"No... it's fine...I'll make do..."
A tiny smile pulls at the corner of your mouth. With a knowing nod.
"Yes,of course sir."
You worked hard. He knew you did. And you had always been observant of Mr. Higuruma and his needs, you thought it was cute, watching him struggle. You knew Mr. Higuruma practically needed you like air, he was overwhelmed trying to take things off of your plate. Trying to schedule his own meetings. It was cute. He, was cute. Attorneys popping into his office with files and paperwork wishing him a happy Valentine's Day. You couldn't help but wonder if he would get anything for you.
You decided to enjoy the remainder of the relaxing Valentines day work day (because of him obviously). And Mr.Higuruma wasn't all that discreet during his corporate business meeting that day either, during his presentation he had kept his eyes on you, and you swore...he lost his words for a moment.
by the time it was time for you to clock out around 6pm you began collecting your materials while your boss still kept his face in a pile of files. You closed your briefcase full of calenders, schedules and file organizers and moved toward his office door, and the moment you touched the office door handle Higurumas voice, subtle but obvious, stops you. And you freeze.
"Y/n....wait..."
He interrupts his work and pushes himself up from his desk, he meets your gaze from across the office and it's tense with determination. He walks over to a closet in his office and opens it. He removes a bag covered in pink and red hearts, and a bouquet of roses and meets you at the door. You knew he was tall, and muscular but he was always sitting at his desk, you'd rarely seen him stand let alone him towering over you with such an intense expression. You looked at the roses in his hands and the bag in his other, and you waited for him to tell you that the flowers were for another attorney, or for Shimizu, or for anyone other than his useless assistant. the brief silence between you stretched with tension and your mingling breaths. And then suddenly and silently. He holds the roses out toward you.
Your breath stops, just for a second as you absorb the gesture.
"Mr. Higuruma I couldn't...Iâ,"
And then you see it. Hiromi Higuruma, the fearsome and stoic law firm CEO was blushing. His cheeks bloomed the perfect shade of pink.
"Take them...please..."
The 'please' at the end of that statement made your heart flutter. 'Is he begging me...to take them?'
"Sir, I-I don't deserve them...I-I'm just your assistant..."
But just then? Hiromi takes your hands and curl them around the bouquet.
"Y/n, No one deserves them more than you do. The way you always check in with me, keeping me in line, you're always there for me...even when you need to be there for yourself. You never take your vacation time, and you work overtime everyday...just to make sure I'm okay...and you know what y/n? I'm always okay because I have you by my side...everyday...and I want it to stay that way..."
You don't know why but, you've never felt so lit on fire. Like a match to gasoline. Your eyes beam on his dark and tired eyes, glimmering with something, something so close to a deeper more profound feeling you'd swear you'd never put to words. But it meant the world to you that he noticed you. That he noticed the little ways you'd go out of your way for him. Taking notes during corporate meetings, keeping his desk organized, the way you'd always keeping a hot cup of black coffee right next his name plaque, and never taking your vacation days. But most of all...you wished he'd noticed that it wasn't done all just because you were ambitious and highly intelligent....
"Mr. Higuruma..."
You began, pushing up your glasses and he knew that it meant you'd had something profound to say.
"Let me finish"
He says moving his hands from the flowers and cupping your face in his strong hands.
"You're the most beautiful, intelligent, sexiest, most ambitious woman I know...and I know I can't go another day without you knowing how I feel about you...,"
Your eyes glimmer on his with adoration, your lips parted with a lost for words. You couldn't conceptualize all of these feelings he had for you, all these years working by his side and you both felt the same way? Oh how time had been wasted. But you needed to hear him say it, let it come from his own mouth.
"What are you saying Mr. Higuruma?"
He leans in gently ghosting his breath over your lips.
"I'm saying...that I'm in love with you"
And there it is was. Plain as day as your heart officially dropped to your ass. And you couldn't even stop yourself, crashing your lips to his in a furious kiss, and Higuruma? He's already snaking his hand from your cheeks to hold the back of your neck and his other to yank your flush against his. Your bouquet filled hands throw themselves around his shoulders in a tight embrace.
"I...love you...too.."
You murmur between messy and starved kisses. Higuruma growls between your open mouthed kisses, the kiss wasn't gentle, it's not sweet or slow, it's hungry, the kind that comes from two people who've held back for far too long. He doesn't hesitate, taking his large hands to grip your ass through your skirt with a firm squeeze. You couldn't help the sharp soft moan that escapes your lips, before he's swallowing it with his mouth and pushing his tongue into yours to tangle them. He hums with satisfaction massaging your lips and tongue with his with an impatient and rough intensity. His hands squeezing your ass makes your pussy throb in a way you haven't felt in a while. And then? You felt it.
His leads a trail of soft, wet kisses along your jaw and the crook of your neck before biting and sucking there. And your moan? It makes him absolutely farel, he groans in your neck sending a vibration through you that sends chills all over you. His kissing and sucking trails down your collarbone until his mouth finds the buttons of your office button down blouse, and he pauses with an expression that reads âShould we do this?â but before the pause had gone on too long your hands answer his silent question, coming up to undo the buttons of your blouse. Each loosened button that revealed your bare soft skin made his breath audibly hitch, until you were fully exposed. Hiromiâs eyes drink you in, in awe. One of his hands moving from your plump ass to the curve of your bra covered breast. And he gripes both, squeezing as he sucked and kissed your sternum and breasts.
âFuckâŠyouâre perfectâŠâ
He says muffled with a mouth full of your inner breasts, his warm tongue caressing the nipped and kiss bruised flesh there. Your moans were soft, but eager, fingers threading through his hair. Making him shudder softly.
His hands glide over your body to snake up your shoulders and pull down the fabric of your blouse that hung from you and removing it in one swift motion. And they move to unhook your bra just as his mouth worked against your breasts. Once you were free? He doubled down, one hand fondling one breast and pulling at the nipple while the other squeezed the opposing breast as his mouth suckled on your other nipple. His mouth was wet, warm, moving and suckling there on your nipple slowly before alternating breasts.
âYour perfect fucking tiddies in my mouthâ
He growls hungrily, between sucking each nipple with intricate precision. Each suckle along your breast sends shock waves of pleasure through you. You could feel your face burning hot as a furnace with desire.
âH-HiromiâŠâ
But Hiromi was overly invested now, this moment? It replayed in his mind a thousand times and it was finally happening. His hands groped and squeezed you like a stress ball as he suckle you as if trying to extract milk from your nipples, drawing soft whimpers from you.
âLet me workâ
He says firmly finally coming up for air and kissing along your jaw. His tongue running behind his lips to make you shiver. Until he lifts your legs around his waist to walk you back to his office desk, you cling to him like a life line until he's pushing files and papers off of his desk in a rough motion that will matter later but not right now, not while he gets to finally have you all alone to himself. The moment you were down on the edge of his desk he pushes one of your thighs open to reveal your sopping wet and pulsing cunt. Hiromiâs forehead rests on yours letting your ragged breathes mingle, the feeling of the pad of his thumb rubs that sensitive bundle of nerves you through your panties. He groans with satisfaction with every broken moan that comes from you, and feeling how wet you were? Was fucking ruining him, he bites his bottom lip.
âIm trying to go slow for you princesses okay? But fuckkkkâŠâ
He groans out, his fingers pulling your panties to the side to really feel you, no more teasing. He takes his thumb to test you, pushing in and then plopping out with a wet PLOP! And a groan from him.
âLets see if I can get you wetter yeah?â
And when you whimper against his forehead, he finally slides his index finger into your slick softness. Slow and feeling, pushing in and out, testing your limits. The soft wet sound of your lubrication filled the tiny space between you, his index finger teased you, not quite giving you the force you wanted but not giving you nothing.
âMore princess? You think you're ready?â
And when that little eager head nod against his forehead comes, without hesitation his middle finger slides in, joining in on the feeling. And then he lets you adjust. Your walls suctioning in his fingers like it was trying to swallow them whole. He shudders with a ragged groan. He curls them upward inside of you before pushing and pumping his fingers in an out of you wet and slippery. Slow and paced letting you enjoy it first, and then pushing in harder, faster, impatient and needy, making the skin between your folds and his palms slap against wet skin.
âY/n fuckkk you're so tightâŠsuch a naughty fucking pussy trying to suck me up huh?â
He hums with a groan of satisfaction between your broken whimpers as you wrapped your hands around his neck and grip firmly to his suite collar.
His hands move faster leaving you so wet your dripping down on the desk and Hiromiâs groans were growing more and more ragged and desperate, your hips bucking up and letting his intense movements of his fingers make your eyes roll back. The office filled with the sound of sudtle wetness slapping and the mingle of your moans. And then you feel something hard pushing up against your thigh. Pushing from Hiromiâs slacks was his massive bulge, throbbing so visibly you're sure he was going to burst from his slacks. You gulp hard placing your hand there and squeezing, and Hiromi bites his bottom lip to hold back a ragged groans. Before grabbing your hand to stop you.
âLet me take care of youâ
His voice was soft as he hooks his fingers in the spandex lining of your panties and pulling them down from beneath your skirt, he balls them up in his hands and inhales them against his face hard before putting them in his back pocket and drops to his knees with no hesitation. You watch him as he hiked his hands up your skirt up as far as he could in an impatient motion, and yanking you down to the edge of the desk in one one rough pull. He kisses along your inner thigh with soft wet lips and then sinking rough teeth there in the plush on your thighs. His hands roam and squeeze your thighs firmly, so firm your flinch before he's spreading your thighs roughly to dive his mouth right into your core with a starved and ragged groan.
His mouth immediately sucks on your entire opening, your clit, your folds all at once just eager to taste you as he hums in satisfaction as if he'd just tasted a meal after starving for days. Savoring you. His lips purse and suck and nibble on your clit as his large firm hands keep your spread and in place.
âH-Hiromi!â
He growls against your folds running his tongue up and down your pinkness with a desperate hunger.
âThats right. Say my nameâ
He murmurs muffled against your core sending vibrations through your nerves and never stopping, his licking and sucking only growing more ravenous. He takes a hand from your thigh to spread your lips and work more intricately, his tongue finding and pushing past the fold of skin hiding your clit and teasing it with the tip of his tongue.
And yeah, you're loosing your fucking mind, with a fist full of his hair in your hand and the other clinging for dear life to the edge of the desk, you're moaning loudly, thighs trembling as you throw your head back.
âHiromi!â
Your bellowing out before you can barely contain yourself, rolling your hips against his frantic, ravenous and devouring mouth that still hasn't stopped flicking his tongue and alternating to sticking his tongue in and out of your entrance, before slurping your slick like a popsicle against his mouth to drink you up, your slick dripping down his chin.
âFuck youâŠtaste soâŠgoodâŠSay my name againâ
He says breathless only coming up speak as he keeps sucking and slurping you up, and then? His fingers coming back to to slide into you, pushing through your entrance with zero patience, and staking claim to push deep and curl against that spot at the top of your womb that makes you see stars, and then pushing and pumping his fingers there, in and out, slow while he slurps your clit insatiably with a frenzied groan. Making your thighs tremble around his buried head. Every sloppy and wet slurp of his pursed lips against your clit and his fingers that pushed inside against your G-spot made you mule at the top of your lungs. Tears pricking in the corners of your eyes as you crumble around his head.
And he can sense it, the way you're trembling, the intensity of your moans, your broken whimpers, and your tugging at his hair to get him to stop (he knows you don't want him to). You're close and he knows it. He growls starved without stopping, only increasing intensity. His fingers roughly pushing up against your g-spot making your walls clench and throb around his fingers. You're close and he knows it.
âCum for me princessâŠâ
And his words? His roughness? The neglect of your g-spot? All of the slurping? It has you crying out, the pressure and stars bursting behind behind your eyes and in your hips overwhelm you before your screaming his name and shuddering violently.
âFuck! HIROMI!!â
And when you finally cum on his mouth he lets out a greedy and satisfied groan before slurping up your white cream and following the high and wave of your orgasm, sucking with pursed lips and rolling his tongue in ways you've never experienced until your shuddering subsides. Your whimpers eventually turn into shallow breathes and your fingers loosen in his dark hair.
When you settle he finally comes up, removing his fingers and his lips glistening and swollen from kissing your slick folds. He crashed his lips to yours, messy and desperate, the two of you threading fingers through each others hair and cupping the others face with satisfied moans. He lifts your thighs over his hips, and yanks your flush against the hardest erection you've ever felt. So hard it hurt having him yank you so close. But that was it for you. Your frantically fumble and fidget loosening the belt on his slacks between messy, open mouthed and tongue filled kisses, and he doesn't stop you. Of course not, just reflexively rolling his erection against your core until you fully unbuckle him. He trails suck filled kisses down your neck while freeing himself from his suite jacket and tossing it god knows where.
âI need you y/n, you're mineâŠâ
He murmurs in the crook of your neck as he sucks more purple bruises there. And just as you'd freed his throbbing and bulbous erection he was ripping out of his tie and popping buttons to yank himself free of his white button down shirt until he was tossing it somewhere. Anywhere.
âHold onto meâ
He demand yanking your flush up against him and pulling up your skirt roughly until you were bare and exposed. You wrap your arms around his neck just as his hands lifts you slightly from the desk, not moving you yet. Until you feel something pushing just there between your pussy folds, you let out a soft sigh at the teasing. He keeps pushing there, testing until he can feel himself smearing your juicy slick all over his bulbous cockhead and dripping down his aching shaft. He bites his bottom lip, to hold back a groan as his hands keep squeezing firm to your ass.
He takes a deep breath and exhales before finally letting himself push into past his tip and down his shaft until he pushing as deep as possibly into your dripping walls, making both of you mingle your moans.
âIt's alright princessâŠI got youâ
He says hearing the slightest whimper come from you as he bottoms out inside of your clenching walls. He keeps his grip tight on your ass spreading you now, muscles flexing with tension as he grits his teeth. Until he starts moving his hips thrusting slow, agonizingly slow, letting you feel him spreading your walls with his pulsing and needy girth before thrusting again slow.
Your nails dig into the back of his neck with a forced whimper.
âH-hiromi p-pleaseâŠâ
Your whine is shallow and desperate, barely audible before he answers you with another slow thrust.
âYes princess, tell me what you need.â
And between his needy cock squeezing through your canal again with another slow thrust that teases your g spot and makes you curl your toes, and his thick velvety voice, low and gravely in your ear, you break with a yelp.
âH-harder!â
And without a second thought, Hiromi shoves his cock deep into your womb one good time with collision of smacking skin that makes you let out a sharp whine.
âIs that what you want princess?â
âY-yes p-pleaseâ
You says shuddering softly and murmuring against his chest, nails still firm in the skin at the back of his neck. And he snaps his cock into your g-spot again, a loud THWACK! Echoes though his office walls followed by your broken whine.
âThis is what you want?â
He taunts you digging his fingers now into the flesh if your ass. Hard.
âYes! Yes!! That's what I want!â
Your voice a desperate and broken cry. And that's enough for Hiromi to absolutely fucking loose it. He slams his cock so far into you that your breath catches in your throat before you can moan or yelp. Once, twice again before he's hammering away at your g-spot, every slam of his cockhead against your tender g-spot is designed to make you see stars. His muscles coil tense with each and every merciless thrust of penetration against his desk.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful, all ruined from taking meâ
He grits through his teeth with each powerful smack of his hips making you bounce and shake, you can barely mutter words, your hair messy your skin steaming from the arousal. He groans at sight of you so ruined, but never stopping.
âI love you y/nâŠI'd never hurt youâŠyou know that right?â
He says low and gravelly along your ear grunting, his fingers dig so hard into the flesh of your plump ass that you know he'll leave a mark.
âYes! Yes I know Hiromi!â
He moves his hands from your ass to lay you down on his desk, and from your angle Higurumaâs bare chest rises and falls with breathless desire before you, his sculpted body that was always hidden beneath his suite is now exposed on full display for you. His eyes dark with deep and unfiltered raw need. A heavy lidded gaze that burned through you. Without words his hands explore the curves of your breast and hips before stopping there. And gripping firm. His fingers digging into the plush there to steady you before he snaps his hips with a force that makes your bounce, the smack! Of your hips echoes through the office. And when you whimper, Higuruma squeezes your hips tighter.
âDon't be surprised y/n it's just me okay? Just relax okay?â
You nod and he smacks his hips into you again. And instead of a yelp, you bite your bottom lip and roll your eyes to the back of your head.
He growls low and and gravelly at the sight of your breast bare bouncing from his thrusting, your soft skin spilling over the curve of his hands gripping tight to your hips.
âGood girl.â he nods.
âYou can take it, I'm gonna need you to take it okay? Because I'm not stopping again.â
And with the softest whimper barely audible he begins bottoming out inside of you with a force you've never seen, his eyes lock on yours with an intensity that could cut knives, his grip firm as his thrust roll hard, rough strokes that penetrate your g-spot with a new-found intensity. Each smack of his hips sends you and your breast bouncing on the desk. You tried, you did everything you could to hold it in, to take it, but you let out those restrained moans and bellowing out cries everytime his cockhead punished your g-spot. Frantically between his intensifying thrusts, your reach down to hold tight to his arms that keep the tightest grip on your hips you've ever experienced. âHeâll leave bruisesâ you think as you cling to him tightly. Your moans mingling.
âI c-canât t-take it Hiromi!!â
You cry out, his hips never stopping, never changing rythmn, never slowing down. Spreading you and penetrating deep as he grunts and groans pushing you both further and further to the edge.
âYou. Can. Take it.â
Hiromi murmurs breathless between his ruthless thrusts. Sweat glistening on his forehead as he gasps for air, sweat collecting on your stomach where his drips from his forehead. And you're whimpering to fight the urge to scream out in his office, the way you're falling apart now, bouncing wildly on the office desk sends your head spinning, you can't even think, and before you can utter words? Or when you try, you're babbling stupidly, dazed. And the sight of you completely dumbfounded by his cock makes Hiromi grunt low from the back of his throat like a bull and manhandles you. He flips you onto your stomach on the desk roughly, making you yelp but he's so gone and lost in you that the sweet and warm loving Hiromi had left for now. He perches your ass up with a firm grip and smack to encourage your arch. Face down ass up. He feels you shudder and tremble at the roughness of his hands. He leans down over your back, hands still gripping, spreading and squeezing your ass before whispering.
âI always loved every fucking part of you. You and all of your perfect features. Like your plump assâ
Low, thick and hoarse before sitting up and slapping your ass again with calloused hands and a loud growl. He licks his lips as he teases his thick throbbing cock along your sopping wet and dripping entrance, smearing there just to hear you whine.
âP-please H-Hiromi!â
Then BAM! He's thrusting his hips into you like a bat out of hell. Like a machine, every powerful thrust making you dizzy, before you even realize it you're drooling down on his desk. His hand moving from itâs firm grip on your hip to tangle in your hair to pull roughly, making your head snap back.
âFuck! Fuck! Fuck! Y/n, FUCK!!â
And just then you realized you could hear how absolutely drunk on you Hiromi was. You could hear whimpers sneaking between his grunts as he made you shudder like a leaf in the wind, Hiromiâs grunts had eventually fully transformed into whimpers.
And you can feel it. The way his dick twitched deep inside of you now with every punishing thrust that has you so dizzy youâre seeing stars and white bursts exploding behind your eyelids in pleasure. You'd been completely and utterly tenderized, every angle of your womb so sensitive you could only sob through the crashing tsunami of your orgasm. Tears officially falling from your eyes with a yell that probably could be heard at every corner of the office. And just when your womb clenches and contracts on his tender swollen cockhead he lets out a loud strangled groan torn from the back of throat with an involuntary buck of his hips inside of you to push his cock hard right up against your cervix to spill his white sticky sap inside of you, painting your womb with his gluelike fluids. Pumping, pumping, pumping every single drop into you and leaking his jizz out before he could even eject himself from you. Between you and him and your fucked completely stupid brain, you can barely tell if the cum leaking down your legs was his or yours.
And just as the haze of arousal lifts from your eyes from the simultaneous climax, soft, wet lips come down to plant kisses all along your back. And a hand that was no longer digging hard into your skin or tangling or tugging roughly in your hair had trailed featherlight fingertips down your shoulder with a kiss there too. And then breathlessly he says.
âLets get dressed. I have another surprise for youâ
.
.
.
After you and Higuruma had put it all out there that day, he had taken you to dinner with that beautiful bouquet of roses you still couldn't believe were for you, and the the gift bag. It was full of chocolate covered strawberries, a tiny brown bear and a love letter. The dinner was perfect, everything you'd dreamed of (although last minute) you had wore red, and red lips. Making Hiromi stare at you the entire time. And after? You'd obviously made it official. Hiromi couldn't live without you, and you? Of course the feelings where mutual. The year had been perfect especially after everything. Hiromi insisted on living together despite already working together. He would've transferred you but he couldn't imagine not having eyes on you, or you being neglected by your new boss. No. He knew you were ambitious but he managed to make you rely on him more. Having designated nights were you vented and helped each other work through your issues. And you loved him. You really did. You'd been going strong. He was your hero now, you could've called him for anything and he'd drop whatever he was doing just to always prove to you how he had your back. No matter how beat down and bone tired he was from work. And for your one year anniversary? You'd walked into your now shared penthouse all lit up and decorated like the 4th of July. And a path of rose petals that lead to his bedroom. You squeeze his hand, turning to look at him with a soft gaze.
âHiromiâŠwhat is this?â
You ask softly with sweet surprise. Hiromi silently smiles guiding you down the long dark hallway only lit by candles along the neat trail of rose. When you reach the master bedroom door red light peaks through the cracked bedroom door as Hiromi pushes it open exposing the beautifully decorated scene. The room was bathed in low red lights. His bed had been decorated in rose petals, candles and designer gifts, the ceiling crowded with red balloons, the entire room a romantic dream. And you couldn't believe how lucky you were, and just as you'd turned to face him, to kiss him mad, to thank him? your CEO boyfriend Hiromi Higuruma was down on one knee. With a black velvet box and a rainbow glimmering giant diamond ring inside of it.
âY/n, make me the happiest man in the world and share the rest of my life with meâ
you'd covered your mouth with a teary eyed sob before shouting the word.
Athlete!Sukuna who you have the biggest, fattest crush on. And everyone knows it. Youâre not exactly subtle â trailing him through the halls like a lost puppy, eyes latching onto his form when he walks into a room. Little bubbly smile curving at the corner of your glossy lips.
Athlete!Sukuna who knows you like him. He thinks itâs silly that you get hissy over him when you think heâs not watching. Youâll poke his arm when heâs ignoring you, whining about how he hasnât texted all day. Half the time, he doesnât even look at you. The other half, he smirks like heâs in on a joke youâll never get.
Youâre a doll, a pretty girl with so many friends. Who just so happened to fall in love with this tattooed, sharp-mouthed asshole of a boxer. And he knows. He, of all people, knows that the most.
Athlete!Sukuna who uses you for convenienceâs sake. If heâs bored, heâll text you to come over. Sometimes it means you end up in his lap, his big hands palming your thighs while he kisses you hard enough to leave your lips swollen. Other times you run your hands through his hair and talk about your day while he lies in your lap and acts like he's listening.
Athlete!Sukuna who leaves when heâs done. Every time. Always with the same excuses â heâs got to train, or his coach needs him. And every time, you smile through it. Like your heart doesn't sink wondering if you're a priority at all.
Athlete!Sukuna who, every so often, slips and lets something that feels real leak through. Like the time you told him about a girl giving you dirty looks in the hallway.
You expected him to brush it off.
Instead, he'd snorted and said bet sheâs ugly as fuck.
You snapped back instantly â that wasnât the point, and he just stared at you for a long, slow moment, before smirking and murmuring "youâre cute when youâre mad.â
You hate how much those words stuck with you. Like honey, glossed over a compliment that was never spoken that sweet.
Athlete!Sukuna who notices, with a creeping irritation, that you hang out around other guys. Especially the other boxers. Heâll watch you chatting with them, lip caught between your teeth while you listen intently to something regarding the correct way to punch. He knows youâre just trying to understand him better. And he doesnât care. All he sees is you smiling at someone else.
Athlete!Sukuna who turns cruel.
Athlete!Sukuna who waits until youâre alone, staring up at him with wide eyes, to say things that sting. That skirt makes you desperate. You talk too much. Stop laughing like that, itâs annoying. And every time your lips wobble and your eyes glisten, it does something to him.
Athlete!Sukuna who canât look away when you stare at him with those teary eyes, not saying a word. Standing there like you canât believe heâd say something so sharp. You look pretty, and it makes his chest feel tight. He likes it. He hates that he does.
Athlete!Sukuna who, at the party you throw for his win, disappears halfway through. You search for him, weaving through the crowd, and find him upstairs with some girl pressed to his neck. Sheâs biting lightly, hands in his hair, and his eyes meet yours. Cold.
Athlete!Sukuna who doesnât push her away. Who holds your gaze and lets it happen, like it's none of your business.
Athlete!Sukuna who thinks about that look on your face for days. The way you didnât yell. The way you ran.
Athlete!Sukuna who you drag into the nurseâs office later, the skin around his knuckles all red, bruises blooming up his arms. Grumbling something about a practice match that got a little heated.
Youâll never know itâs because his boxing partner mentioned you.
Athlete!Sukuna who sits down on the cot and watches as you fiddle through the cabinets. Youâve been here before, patching him up â but this time, itâs different. The air is heavy. Your hands are steady because youâve learned the best way to clean and wrap from talking to his teammates, soaking up their advice like it mattered more than your own classes.
You dab at his knuckles with a damp cloth, careful where the skin is tender, and not once do you look at him. Not when his knee brushes yours, not even when he murmurs âyouâre quiet tonight.â
You hum something noncommittal, eyes fixed on the bruise. Pretending itâs the only thing worth noticing as his gaze lingers.
Itâs not the first time heâs looked at you. But somethingâs strange â the curve of your lashes as you blink and your glossed bottom lip catching the light. The scent of your perfume wrapping around him like the softest embrace.
Youâre gorgeous. The thought hits him hard enough to make his jaw ache more than the bruises.
You tape the last bit of gauze, fingers brushing his skin, and he swears youâre doing it on purpose. Avoiding his eyes, answering only when you have to.
He tells himself it doesnât matter.
It does.
Athlete!Sukuna who notices you pulling away. Slowly. You still answer, still come when he calls â but you stop letting him kiss you in the hallway. You take hours to reply to his texts. You tell him youâre busy more than you used to, and you start posting pictures with your friends, smiling like you never lost a thing.
It drives him insane.
Athlete!Sukuna who replays the way you used to whisper Iâm yours in bed, voice all breathless and certain, when heâs slumped against his own bed in the dead of night. He doesnât know when that stopped. But he knows he hates that it did.
Athlete!Sukuna who starts thinking about you at all hours. You curled up against him in bed, looking up at him with watery eyes. Laughing just for him.
The idea of you giving any of that â any of you â to someone else makes his blood run hot.
Athlete!Sukuna who follows you home one night. He hangs back just far enough so you donât notice, then stops outside your window, watching.
Your room is all pink and soft, stuffies piled on your bed and old polaroids you never bothered to take down taped to your walls. So many of them with him in the frame.
Athlete!Sukuna who feels something snap inside his chest.
Heâs never been here before. He shouldâve been, from the start. He shouldâve been in every inch of this place, in every nook and cranny and dimple and dip of your body until all you could think or breathe or be was his.
Athlete!Sukuna who canât stop fantasizing about climbing through that window and kissing you senseless. Until you remember that youâre his and that heâs yours and that he adores you. Wholly. He hopes you know he does.
Athlete!Sukuna who decides, standing there in there dark, that heâs done letting you drift.
Youâre going to be his girlfriend. Not sometimes, or only when itâs convenient. Always and only and irrevocably, his.
And if you think you can slip away, well.. haha. Fat fucking chance.
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the thing about gojo satoru was that heâd never had to work for much of anything in his life.
it wasnât arrogance, well⊠not exactly â or maybe it was, but it was the kind of arrogance that came from being six-foot-three with a face that made people stop mid-sentence, from having a laugh that filled up whatever room he was in, from being the kind of person who could walk into any party and leave with whoever he wanted without ever having to try.
and satoru knew what he looked like; he knew what he did to people. and somewhere along the way, heâd learned that keeping things light, keeping things easy, was the only way to make sure nothing ever got messy enough to hurt.
that was why, freshman year, when heâd first pulled you aside after a night of too many drinks and way too much static between you both, heâd laid it out plain and simple;
no feelings. no complications. just having fun.
of course, youâd agreed; youâd shrugged, even, like it was nothing, and something about that had made satoru like you even more. there was no whiplash, no pining, simply two young people who happened to fit together really, really well, and who were smart enough not to ruin it by wanting more.
and it had worked, for three whole years, it had worked.
you were satoruâs go-to, his reliable, the only person he texted at midnight with nothing but an address or a you up? and youâd show up, or heâd show up, and there was no pretense, no performance, just the two of you, falling into each other like it was the easiest thing in the world.
satoru knew by heart the pretty little sounds you made when you were trying to stay quiet, satoru knew the way your hands fisted in his sheets when he hit the right spot, satoru knew the way youâd shove at his chest afterward, laughing, telling him to go get a towel, you menace.
and he knew â he knew â that there was no one else.
not because youâd ever promised each other anything; you hadnât, that was the whole point. but somewhere along the way, it had just become⊠understood. you were his. not in a way that required words, but in a way that was simply true.
he just stood there in the doorway of nanamiâs apartment, a red solo cup dangling from his fingers, and blinked.
âwhat?â
âyour friend,â nanami said, unbothered, because nanami was always unbothered, which was probably why gojo kept him around. âthe one youâre always with. she was on a date.â
a date?
the word landed somewhere in satoruâs chest like a stone dropped into still water, and the ripples spread outward before he could stop them.
âit wasnât a date,â he heard himself say, and even he didnât believe it at all.
nanami just raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his beer.
âshe was laughing at his jokes. he paid. and she let him walk her to her door.â
satoruâs jaw tightened.
he didnât even ask how the hell nanami knew about the door part. actually, he didnât ask anything. he just stood there for a beat too long, then laughed â a short, sharp sound that didnât reach his eyes â and said something dismissive, something about good for her, and walked away.
but the feeling didnât go away.
it sat in satoruâs chest for the rest of the night, heavy and hot, and by the time he got back to his own apartment, heâd convinced himself it was just⊠surprise. yeah, that was all. youâd never once mentioned going on a date. youâd never mentioned anyone else. and okay, fine, you didnât owe him that, you didnât owe him anything, butâ
butâŠ
satoru woke up the next morning with that same weight pressing down on him, and it didnât lift; not when he went to class, not when he sat through a lecture he didnât hear a word of, not when he pulled out his phone and stared at your name in his messages; his thumb hovering over the keyboard, typing and deleting and typing again.
hey, you free tonight?
what are you doing later?
heard you went on a date???
satoru deleted that last one before he could send it.
it sounded crazy. it sounded jealous. and gojo satoru didnât get jealous; no, gojo satoru was the one whoâd set the rules in the first place. gojo satoru didnât do complications.
so why did it feel like his chest was caving in?
he told himself he wasnât going to say anything. he told himself it was none of his business. he told himself that whatever you did, whoever you saw, it didnât matter, because you werenât his, and that was exactly how heâd wanted it.
but, three days later, satoru saw you walking across campus.
you were smiling. not at him â you were smiling at your phone, your thumbs moving fast over the screen, your cheeks a little pink. and you were dressed differently, too. not in the sweats and oversized hoodie you wore when you came over to his place, but in a pretty skirt. a pretty skirt. with your legs bare and your hair down and something soft and open about your face that satoru had never seen before.
or maybe he had, maybe he just hadnât been looking.
oh.
the realization hit him like a freight train.
satoru was in love with you.
not the casual, comfortable fondness heâd let himself feel. not the youâre fun, youâre hot, we work well together kind of affection, but something real. something terrifying, something that had been growing in the spaces satoru purposely hadnât been paying attention to, rooting itself deep, and now it was way too late to pull it out.
satoru stood there in the middle of the quad, simply watching you walk away, and for the first time in his life, gojo satoru had no idea what to do.
he spent the next two days trying to talk himself out of it.
it was just habit, he told himself. youâd been around for three years, of course heâd miss you if you werenât there anymore. it didnât mean anything. it was justâ
but every time he closed his eyes, he saw you in that skirt, smiling at your phone, laughing at some other guyâs jokes.
and the thought of someone elseâs hands on you, someone elseâs mouth, someone else waking up next to you in the morning, made something in him go white-hot and feral.
satoru couldnât eat, he couldnât even sleep; the boy was pacing his apartment like a caged animal, running his hands through his soft white hair until it stuck up in every weird direction, and when his phone buzzed â your name lighting up the screen â he nearly dropped it.
hi, you okay? havenât heard from you in a few days.
satoru stared at it.
and then, before he could think better of it, he was grabbing his keys and walking out the door.
satoru didnât knock.
actually, he never knocked â youâd given him a key ages ago, back when it was easier than you having to get up and let him in at 2am â but this time, when he pushed the door open, there was nothing easy about it.
you were sitting on your couch, a textbook open on your lap, a pen prettily tucked behind your ear. your hair was up in a messy bun, and you were wearing those ridiculous fuzzy socks you loved so much, and you looked so normal, so you, that his chest physically ached.
âsatoru?â
you looked up, eyebrows drawing together. your eyes swept over him â at the wild hair, the dark circles under his blue eyes, the tension in his jaw â and something shifted in your expression. now there was concern, and confusion.
âwhatâs wrong? you lookââ
âdonât go.â
the words roughly came out before satoru could stop them; cracked at the edges, not his voice at all.
you blinked. âwhat?â
satoru stood in the doorway, completely frozen, his hand still on the doorknob. heâd imagined this moment a hundred times in the past two days, and in every version, he was smooth, he was charming, he found the perfect words, the perfect smile, the perfect way to make this easy.
but that wasnât what happened at all.
what happened was that satoruâs hands started shaking. what happened was that his voice cracked in the middle of your name. what happened was that he stood there, six-foot-three and undone, looking at you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground.
âi heard you went on a date.â
your mouth opened before closing again.
âhow did youââ
âit doesnât matter.â
satoru stepped forward, then stopped, like he wasnât really sure he was allowed to come any closer. his hands were shoved in his pockets now, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw was working, the way he couldnât quite meet your eyes.
âjustâdonât go on another one.â
âsatoruâŠâ
âi know,â he laughed, but it was hollow, nothing like the easy, carefree sound you were used to. âi know i donât have the right to say that. i know what we are. i know iâm the one who said no feelings, no complications, noââ
satoruâs voice broke.
he stopped, slowly swallowed, and when he looked up at you, his eyes were bright, his usual arrogance stripped away until all that was left was something raw and desperate and so achingly human it made your chest tighten.
âdonât go,â he said again, softer this time. âplease.â
you set your textbook aside slowly, your heart pounding.
youâd never seen satoru like this. hell, youâd never seen him anything less than composed, less than perfectly in control, and the sight of him right now â messy, shaking, his carefully constructed walls crumbling around him â made something twist in your stomach.
âsatoru,â you said carefully. âwhat are you saying?â
he crossed the room in three long strides and dropped to his knees in front of the couch.
your breath caught.
satoruâs hands came up to rest on your knees, his fingers curling into the fabric of your sweatpants like he was holding on for dear life. he was looking up at you now, and there was nothing playful in his gaze, nothing teasing, just heat and fear and something that looked terrifyingly like love.
âiâll do anything,â satoru said, and his voice was low, rough, cracking on the last syllable. âiâll be whatever you want. whatever you need. justâjust donâtââ
satoru couldnât even finish the sentence.
his forehead dropped to your knee, and you felt the shudder that ran through him, felt the way his hands tightened, and your heart, your stupid, traitorous heart, was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.
âiâll stop being an idiot,â he mumbled against your leg. âiâll stop pretending i donâtâthat i donâtââ
he lifted his head, and his eyes were wet.
gojo satoru, who literally never cried about anything, who laughed in the face of anything serious, who had spent three whole years keeping you at armâs length so he wouldnât have to feel this â was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
âi love you,â he said, and the words came out broken, desperate, nothing like the smooth confession heâd probably imagined. âi love you, and iâm an idiot, and i know i donât deserve to ask you for anything, but please. please. donât go.â
you stared at him.
and then, before you could think, before you could second-guess or talk yourself out of it, you were leaning forward, cupping his face in your hands, and pulling him up.
satoru came easily, eagerly, his huge hands sliding up your thighs as he rose to his knees, then higher, until his face was level with yours. his breath was warm against your lips, his alluring eyes searching yours for something you werenât sure you knew how to give.
âsay something,â he whispered. âplease. iâm losing my mind.â
you simply kissed him.
and this kiss was three years of pretending you didnât want more, three years of biting your tongue and telling yourself it was fine, three years of loving him from a safe distance â all of it poured into one desperate, messy press of lips.
satoru made a sound against your mouth, something between a gasp and a groan, and then his hands were in your hair, pulling you closer, tilting your head back so he could kiss you deeper. his tongue slid against yours, and the taste of him, the feel of him â familiar and yet completely new, now that there was nothing held back â made your head spin.
âi really thoughtââ satoru broke the kiss, his forehead pressed to yours, his breathing ragged. âi thought you were going toâsome other guy, and i really couldnâtâi couldnât breathe, i couldnât thinkââ
âthere was no other guy,â you said, and you heard your own voice crack, heard the tears you hadnât realized you were holding back. âi went on one date, and i spent the whole time wishing it was you.â
satoruâs hands tightened in your hair.
âsay that again.â
âi wished it was you, satoru,â you whispered. âiâve always wished it was you.â
the sound he made was almost pained, and his mouth found yours again, hungrier this time, and his huge hands slid down your body â your shoulders, your arms, your waist â like he was relearning every single inch of you, like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.
âiâm sorry,â he breathed against your lips. âiâm sorry i was so stupid. iâm sorry i made you thinkââ
âsatoru.â
ââthat i didnât want this. that i didnât want you. because i do, i want you so much it scares me, i wantââ
you kissed him quiet, and satoru completely melted into you, his weight pressing you back against the couch cushions, his body covering yours like he was trying to shield you from the rest of the world.
âshow me,â you said, pulling back just enough to look at him.
satoruâs pupils were blown wide, his lips kiss-swollen, his hair a complete mess; he looked wrecked, he looked beautiful.
âshow me how much you want me.â
his breath stuttered out of him.
âfuck,â satoru whispered.
and then the boy was kissing down your jaw, your neck, the hollow of your throat, his huge hands pushing up under your shirt, his palms flat against your stomach, your ribs, the undersides of your breasts.
âiâm gonna make you feel so good,â he said, and his voice was low, rough, and reverent. âiâm gonna make you forget anyone else ever existed. iâm gonna make you mine.â
satoru looked up at you then, still on his knees between your legs, his face flushed, his eyes dark, and there was nothing playful about him; just a man whoâd spent three whole years running from something he should have been running toward, finally, finally done pretending.
âtell me you want that,â he said. âtell me you want me.â
you reached down, cupped his face in your hands, and pulled him up until his lips were a breath away from yours.
âiâve always wanted you,â you said. âi was just waiting for you to catch up.â
he kissed you like a man drowning, and you let yourself fall.
satoruâs mouth was desperate, hungry, like he was trying to make up for three years of holding back in a single kiss. his hands were everywhere â your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, your waist â like he couldnât decide where to touch first, like he needed to feel all of you at once or heâd forget how.
you kissed him back just as fiercely, your fingers fisting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, closer, until there was no space left between you. satoruâs weight pressed you into the couch cushions, and you could feel his heart pounding against your chest, or maybe that was yours, or maybe it was both of you, tangled up together and beating out of sync.
âneedââ satoru gasped against your mouth, pulling back just far enough to breathe, and his voice was wrecked, barely there. âneed you in your room. now.â
you didnât have time to respond before he was pulling you up, his huge hands sliding down to grip your thighs, lifting you without apparent effort. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and his mouth was on yours again before you could even register that you were moving.
satoru didnât break the kiss.
not when he stumbled slightly in the hallway, not when his shoulder bumped the doorframe, not when he slowly lowered your body onto your bed and followed you down, his body completely covering yours like he was afraid youâd disappear if he let go for even a single second.
your back hit the mattress, and satoru was there, everywhere, his lips never leaving yours. his tongue slid against your lower lip, then into your mouth, slow and deep, and you moaned, your hands coming up to tangle in his white hair, pulling him closer even though there was nowhere left to go.
âsatoru,â you breathed, and he made a sound; low, almost pained, against your mouth.
âsay it again.â
âsatoruââ
his hips pressed into yours, and you felt him then, already hard and so so so desperate through his jeans, and the way he shuddered when you instinctively rolled up to meet him sent a thrill through your entire body.
âfuck,â satoru whispered.
his lips trailed away from your mouth, down your jaw, your throat, the sensitive spot just below your ear.
âiâve got you. iâve got you, okay? just let meââ
satoruâs hands were shaking as he pushed up the hem of your shirt, his palms sliding against bare skin, and he pulled back just enough to look at you; and oh, his eyes were dark, pupils blown so wide there was barely any blue left.
âyou have no idea,â he said, and his voice cracked. âhow long iâve wanted to do this. for real.â
you reached down, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and tugged it; satoru helped you pull it over his head, and then he was bare above you, with broad shoulders and lean muscle, his chest rising and falling like heâd just run a marathon.
you let your hands trace down his collarbone, his chest, the lines of his abdomen, and he shivered under your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a second.
âyouâre so pretty,â you said without thinking, and he let out a breathless laugh â the first real laugh youâd heard from him all night, soft and surprised and a little embarrassed.
âthatâs supposed to be my line.â
satoru dipped his head, pressing a kiss to the hollow of your throat, then lower, his lips dragging down your sternum as his fingers found the hem of your shirt again. he pushed it up, slowly, uncovering you inch by inch, and when his mouth reached the lace of your bra, he paused.
his breath was warm against your skin, and you could feel him trembling again as he looked up at you through his lashes.
âcan i?â
you nodded, not trusting your voice, and satoru smiled before hooking his fingers under the fabric and pulling it down.
satoruâs hands were so careful as he bared you, reverent almost, and the way he looked at you completely made your stomach flip; like you were something precious, something he couldnât believe he got to touch.
âgod,â the boy breathed, and then his mouth was on you, hot and wet and so perfect, his warm tongue circling your nipple before sucking gently.
your back arched off the bed, a gasp tearing out of you, and his hand came up to cup your other breast, his thumb brushing over the peak in slow, deliberate circles.
âsatoruââ
âi know,â he murmured against your skin, switching to the other side, his teeth grazing lightly before his tongue soothed the sting. âi know, baby. iâve got you.â
the words sent a rush of heat through you, pooling low in your belly, and you could feel yourself growing wetter by the second, your thighs pressing together instinctively.
satoru must have noticed, because his hips rolled into the mattress, a soft groan escaping him, and his mouth started moving lower again; down your ribs, your stomach, your hipbone, his lips and teeth and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. he paused at the waistband of your sweatpants, his fingers hooking into the elastic, and looked up at you.
âokay?â
well⊠you were pretty sure youâd never been more okay in your entire life.
âfuck, yes,â you said, and your voice came out breathless, desperate. âplease.â
satoruâs eyes darkened.
he pulled your sweatpants down slowly, dragging them over your hips, your thighs, your knees, his knuckles brushing against your skin with every inch. when he reached your ankles, he tossed them aside, and then he was just staring at you â you, laid out beneath him in nothing but a pair of thin cotton panties that were definitely already soaked through.
satoruâs hands slid up your calves, your knees, the insides of your thighs, pushing them gently apart. you let him, spreading for him without hesitation, and the noise he made when he saw the dark spot on your underwear was almost animal.
âfuck,â he breathed. âyouâre already so wet.â
your face burned, but you couldnât bring yourself to be embarrassed â not with the way he was looking at you, like you were something heâd been starving for.
satoru hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with the same agonizing slowness; you lifted your hips to help, and he slid them off, discarding them somewhere on the floor, and thenâ
then he was just looking at you. all of you. his gaze so intense it made your thighs twitch, made you want to close them, but satoru held them open, his hands firm on your knees.
âso pretty,â he said, echoing your words from earlier, and his voice was rough, reverent. âso pretty, and youâve been right here the whole time, and i was too stupid toââ
he cut himself off, shaking his head, and then he was lowering himself, his shoulders spreading your thighs further apart, his breath hot against the inside of your leg.
âsatoruââ
âiâm gonna take my time,â he said, his lips brushing against your inner thigh, just inches from where you needed him. âiâve waited three years. iâm not rushing this.â
satoru pressed a soft kiss to your thigh, then another, then another; each one higher, closer, until you were squirming beneath him, your fingers twisting in the sheets, a whine building in your throat.
âplease,â you gasped. âsatoru, pleaseââ
âtell me what you want.â
âyou know what i want.â
satoru hummed against your skin, and you felt his smile, his lips curving against your thigh.
âi want to hear you say it.â
your face was burning, your heart pounding, your entire body pulled taut like a string about to snap.
âi want you toââ you swallowed, your voice dropping to barely a whisper. âi want you to taste me.â
satoruâs exhale was shaky, almost surprised, like even though heâd asked for it, hearing you say it hit him harder than he expected â even though itâs not the first time.
âyeah?â his voice was low, a little rough. âyou want my mouth on you, baby?â
you nodded, unable to form words, and he made a guttural sound before finally, finally lowering his head.
the first touch of his tongue was so light you almost thought youâd imagined it; it was a slow, flat lick from your entrance to your clit, broad and warm and unhurried, and your hips jerked off the bed, a cry tearing out of you.
âgod,â satoru breathed, and you could hear the grin in his voice. âyou taste even better than before.â
he did it again, slower this time, dragging his tongue through your folds like he was savoring you, and your hand flew down to tangle in his white hair, holding him there.
he groaned against you, the vibration shooting straight up your spine, and his arms slid under your thighs, hooking over his shoulders, opening you up even more.
âstay still for me,â satoru murmured, and then his mouth was on you properly, his lips closing around your clit, his tongue circling in slow, deliberate strokes.
you couldnât have stayed still even if you tried.
your hips rolled against satoruâs face, chasing the pressure, and he simply let you, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you steady enough for him to work. he sucked gently, then harder, then released with a soft pop that made your breath hitch, before diving back in.
âsatoruââ
âi know,â he said against you, his voice muffled, and the vibration made you moan. âlet go. iâve got you.â
satoruâs tongue flattened against your clit, pressing down just right, and your vision went white at the edges, but then he pulled back, switching to something slower, softer, and you whined in protest.
âpatience,â he said, and you could hear the smirk even if you couldnât see his face. âi told you. iâm taking my time.â
he kissed your inner thigh again, then your other thigh, then back to the center, teasing you with the lightest flick of his tongue before pulling away again. you were shaking now, your thighs trembling against his shoulders, and he seemed to sense that you were at your limit, because he stopped playing.
satoruâs mouth covered you again, his tongue working your clit in tight, focused circles while one of his hands slid up your thigh, his fingers brushing against your entrance.
you were so wet that he slid inside without resistance â one finger, then two, curling up just right, and your back arched off the bed, a broken cry escaping your lips.
âthere she is,â satoru murmured, his breath so warm against you. âthere you go, baby. thatâs it.â
his fingers moved slowly at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, in and out, curling against that sweet little spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes.
you could feel yourself tightening around his long fingers, your climax building low and deep, and satoru must have felt it too, because his pace quickened, his tongue pressing harder, his fingers curling faster.
âcome for me,â he said, his voice rough, desperate. âwanna taste it. wanna taste you when you fall apart.â
his mouth closed around your clit again, sucking gently, and his fingers pressed deeper, and the combination was too much, too perfect, too everythingâ
you shattered.
your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your hips bucking against satoruâs face, your hands fisting in his hair, a scream caught in your throat, but he didnât stop; satoru kept licking, kept sucking, kept his fingers buried deep inside you, working you through it, drawing it out until you were gasping, trembling, completely undone.
and then, when you thought it was over, when you thought heâd finally let you breatheâ
satoru didnât stop.
his tongue was still moving, slower now, gentler, but still there, still circling, still pressing, and your overstimulated nerves lit up like fireworks, too much and not enough all at once.
âsatoru,â you gasped, tugging at his hair. âsatoru, iââ
he hummed against you, and the vibration made you whimper, your thighs trying to close around his head.
âshh,â he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at you. his chin was wet, his lips red and swollen, his eyes dark and half-lidded. he looked drunk. âiâm not done with you yet.â
âi canâtââ
âyou can,â satoru lowered his mouth again, pressing a soft kiss to your clit that made you jolt. âyouâre gonna give me one more. i know you can.â
his fingers started moving again, slow and deep, and his tongue went back to your clit, lighter this time, barely there, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge.
âyou taste so fucking good,â he said, his voice muffled, and you could hear how much he meant it, could feel it in the way his hips were grinding into the mattress, desperate for friction he wasnât giving himself. âi could stay here all night. i could eat you out until you forget your own name.â
your hands pushed weakly at his head, but he didnât budge. if anything, he pressed closer, his tongue flattening against you, his fingers curling deeper.
ât-toru, please, itâs too muchââ
âitâs not,â satoru said, and his voice was thick, almost reverent. âitâs not too much. youâre doing so well. youâre so good for me. just one more, okay? just one more, and iâll stop.â
his thumb found your clit while his fingers kept working, rubbing slow circles that had you seeing stars, and you could feel the pressure building again, faster this time, sharper, too intense and too perfect and you couldnâtâ
âthatâs it,â he breathed. âthatâs it, baby. let go. let go for me.â
your second orgasm hit before you could brace for it, ripping through you like a wave, and you did cry out â a broken, sobbing sound, your back arching off the bed, your hands shoving at his head, trying to push him away because it was too much, too much, too muchâ
but satoru didnât move.
his mouth stayed on you, his tongue gentler now but still present, still tasting, still drawing out every last shudder until you were lying there, limp and trembling, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes.
only then did he lift his head.
satoru looked wrecked; his lips were slick, his chin wet, his hair a wild mess from your fingers. his chest was heaving, and when you looked down, you could see the obvious strain in his jeans, the way his hips were pressing into the mattress like he was trying to get any kind of friction.
but he was smiling, like heâd just been the one to come.
âhey,â he said, his voice rough, and he crawled up your body, his weight settling over you, his face hovering above yours.
satoru reached up, softly brushing the tears from your pink cheeks with his thumb, his expression tender in a way youâd never seen before.
âyou okay?â
you couldnât speak, so you just nodded, your breathing still uneven, your legs still shaking.
he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, your eyelids, the tip of your nose.
âyou were so good,â satoru murmured against your skin. âso perfect. tasted like heaven.â
you let out a shaky laugh, your hands coming up to rest on his chest; you could feel satoruâs heartbeat under your palms, racing as fast as yours.
âyouâre insane,â you whispered.
satoru grinned â that familiar, cocky grin, but it was softer around the edges.
âyeah,â he said, his hips pressing into yours, letting you feel exactly how much heâd enjoyed himself. âbut you like it.â
and you didnât deny it.
you just pulled him down by the back of his neck and kissed him, tasting yourself on satoruâs lips, and felt him smile against your mouth.
âiâm not done with you yet,â the boy said when you finally broke apart, his forehead resting against yours. âbut weâve got all night. yeah?â
you smiled, your fingers tracing down his chest, over his stomach, to the waistband of his jeans.
âyeah,â you said. âall night.â
satoruâs grin softened into something warmer, something that made your chest ache in the best way ever.
he kissed you again â slower this time, deeper, like he was trying to pour every word heâd said tonight into the way his lips moved against yours. your fingers found the waistband of his jeans again, fumbling with the button, and for a moment he let you, his breath hitching when your knuckles brushed against the hardness straining beneath the denim.
but then satoruâs hand gently caught yours, his long fingers lacing through yours and pressing your palm flat against his stomach instead.
âwait,â he murmured against your lips. âwait.â
you blinked up at him, confused. âi thoughtââ
âi know what you thought,â his voice was low, rough, but there was a softness underneath it that made your stomach flip.
satoru brought your joined hands up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
âand i love that you want to. but not tonight.â
âsatoruââ
âtonight,â he said, releasing your hand only to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. âyouâre the one getting taken care of.â
you opened your mouth to protest â you really wanted to touch him, you wanted to make him feel as wrecked as heâd made you â but he simply shook his head, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
âlet me,â he said, and his voice cracked just slightly on the words. âplease. i need to show you. i need toââ he paused, swallowing, his eyes searching yours. âi spent three years pretending i didnât want this. pretending i didnât love you. and i canâtâi donât want to be selfish anymore. not with you.â
your throat tightened. âtoru, youâre notââ
âlet me do this,â he whispered. âlet me love you the way i shouldâve been loving you this whole time.â
you couldnât argue with that; not when satoru was looking at you like that, like you were something so precious, something he was afraid to break. you nodded, your hand coming up to rest over his on your cheek.
âokay,â you breathed. âokay.â
the smile he gave you was radiant â not the cocky, practiced grin he wore for the rest of the world, but something real, something so raw.
and then satoru was kissing you again, and this kiss was different from all the others; it was way slower, and it was way deeper. his tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that made your toes curl, his hands sliding down your sides, your hips, your thighs, relearning every curve.
when he finally pulled back, you were both breathing hard. he sat up, kneeling between your legs, and you watched through half-lidded eyes as he reached for the button of his jeans.
satoru didnât rush; his fingers worked the button open, then the zipper, and the sound of it seemed impossibly loud in the quiet of your room. the white haired boy pushed his jeans down his hips, and you couldnât help the way your eyes dropped, couldnât help the way your breath caught when you saw him â the thick length of him straining against his boxer briefs, a dark spot already forming at the tip.
âfuck,â you whispered.
you reached out, your fingers brushing against satoruâs, and helped him push them down.
he was â god. youâd seen him before, of course you had, three years of this arrangement meant you knew every single inch of him, but this was different. this was satoru, your satoru, kneeling above you with his heart in his throat and his cock now heavy against his stomach, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that really mattered.
youâd always known that satoru was big, but seeing him right now, flushed and leaking and so hard it had to be painful, made your mouth water.
âyouâre staring,â he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice, but there was a tremor underneath it.
âyouâre worth staring at.â
satoruâs cheeks flushed â a pretty pink that crept up to the tips of his ears â and something warm unfurled in your chest. you reached for him, wanting to touch, wanting to wrap your hand around him and feel the weight of him, but he caught your wrist again, gentle but firm.
âi told you,â satoru said, lowering himself over you, his forearms bracketing your head, his hips settling between your thighs. âtonightâs about you.â
you could feel him then â the heat of him, the press of his cock against your inner thigh, so close to where you were still slick and sensitive from before.
your hips twitched involuntarily, seeking friction, and he let out a low groan, his forehead dropping to yours.
âso impatient,â he murmured, but there was no teasing in it, just wonder. âyou have no idea what you do to me.â
satoru shifted his hips, and then he was there â the head of his cock sliding against your wet folds, nudging against your sensitive clit before dragging back down, coating himself in the wetness that was still there from when heâd had his mouth on you, and the sensation made you gasp, your hands flying up to grip his shoulders.
âsatoruââ
âi know,â he breathed. âi know, baby. iâve got you.â
he did it again; a slow roll of his hips that had his cock sliding against your entrance, but not entering, just teasing, just feeling. the friction was maddening, the heat of him searing against your most sensitive parts, and you could feel yourself clenching around nothing, desperate for him to fill you.
âplease,â you gasped. âplease, satoru, i needââ
âwhat do you need?â satoruâs voice was strained, his jaw tight, and you could see the effort it was taking him to hold back; his arms were trembling on either side of you, his abs tense, every line of his body drawn taut. âtell me.â
âyou,â you said, and your voice cracked. âtoru, i need you inside me. please.â
his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, a shudder running through him, and when he opened them again, they were dark, pupils blown so wide there was barely any blue left.
âyeah?â he reached down between you, his hand wrapping around his cock, and the sight of him â the way his fingers didnât quite close around the girth of him, the way his knuckles brushed against your wetness â made your thighs tremble. âyou want this? want me to fill you up?â
âyes. godâyes.â
satoru guided himself to your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against you, and for a moment he just stayed there, not pushing in, just letting you feel the stretch of him. you were already so wet, already so ready, but he was so big that even the pressure of him made you gasp.
âbreathe,â he whispered, and then he was pushing in.
slowly. oh, so slowly you could feel every inch of him; the way your body had to open up to take him, the way he had to pause halfway to let you adjust. his jaw was clenched, his eyes squeezed shut, and you could feel him shaking again with the effort of not just slamming into you.
âf-fuck,â satoru gritted out. âfuck, youâre so tight. you feelââ his voice broke, and he pressed his forehead against yours again, his breath coming in ragged pants. âyou feel so good. so fucking good.â
he kept going, inch by inch, until finally â finally â his hips were flush against yours, and you were full, so full you could barely breathe, could barely think. satoru was buried inside you to the hilt, and the weight of him, the heat of him, the way he was stretching you so perfectly made your eyes water.
âokay?â he asked, and his voice was wrecked. âare you okay?â
you couldnât speak properly, so you simply nodded, your hands sliding up into his soft white hair, pulling him down until your foreheads were touching.
âmove,â you whispered. âplease move.â
satoru pulled back slowly, the drag of him against your walls making you whimper, and then he pushed back in, just as slow, just as deliberate; the rhythm he set was unhurried, almost lazy, his hips rolling against yours in a way that made every nerve in your body light up.
âlook at me,â he said, and you did, your eyes meeting his.
satoruâs face was flushed, his lips parted, his hair falling into his eyes; he looked so beautiful like this, undone, all his carefully constructed walls stripped away.
âi want to see your face when i make you cum.â
his pace picked up, just slightly, each thrust pressing him deeper inside you, harder, until you could literally feel him in your throat. satoruâs hands slid under your hips, tilting you up, changing the angle, and when he hit that sweet little spot inside you â that spot that made your vision go white â you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders.
âthere?â he asked, and there was a desperate edge to his voice. âis that the spot, baby?â
you couldnât answer, hell, you couldnât do anything but cling to him as he drove deep into you, each thrust hitting that same spot over and over again. satoru was kissing you everywhere now â your mouth, your jaw, your throat â his lips and teeth leaving a trail of heat wherever they touched.
âyouâre so beautiful,â he murmured against your skin, his voice low and rough. âso fucking beautiful. i canât believeââ he thrust harder, and you moaned, your back arching off the bed. âi canât believe i almost lost this. almost lost you.â
his mouth found your collarbone, your shoulder, your breast; satoru took your nipple into his hungry mouth, sucking hard, and the combination of that and the way he was deeply fucking you made you sob.
âsatoruâsatoru, iâm closeââ
âi know,â he said, and he sounded drunk, drugged, his words slurring against your skin. âi can feel you, baby. youâre squeezing me so tight. fuck, youâre gonna make me cum.â
satoru reached down between you, his thumb finding your clit, and the touch, even through the overstimulation from earlier, sent a jolt through you so intense that you nearly screamed.
âcum for me,â he said, his voice breaking. âcum on my cock. let me feel it.â
satoru pressed down on your clit in slow, tight little circles, matching the rhythm of his hips, and the pressure built and built and built untilâ
you completely shattered.
your orgasm ripped through you like a wave, your body arching off the bed, your walls clenching around him so hard that he groaned, his hips stuttering against yours.
âfuckâfuck, iâmââ
satoru came with a broken cry, his forehead pressed against your shoulder, his hips grinding into you as he emptied himself inside you, hot and thick. you could feel it â the pulse of him, the warmth of him filling you up, and the sensation was so intense, so intimate, that you felt tears slip down your cheeks.
for a moment, neither of you moved.
his weight was heavy on top of you, his breath hot against your skin, his hands still gripping your hips like he was afraid to let go; you could feel his heart pounding against your chest, or maybe it was yours, or maybe it was both of you, tangled together and beating as one.
âtoru,â you whispered, your fingers threading through his hair.
he lifted his head slowly, his eyes dazed, his lips red and swollen; he looked wrecked, completely undone, and when he saw your tears, his expression crumpled.
âhey,â he said, his voice hoarse. âhey, whatâs wrong? did iââ
you shook your head, pulling him down until your foreheads were touching again.
ânothingâs wrong. i justââ you laughed, the sound watery. âi love you. iâve loved you for so long.â
satoruâs breath caught, and then he was kissing you again, soft and slow, his lips moving against yours like he was trying to memorize the taste of you.
âi love you too,â he said when he finally pulled back. âi love you so much it scares me.â
you smiled, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
âyeah?â
âyeah.â
satoru pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the spot just below your ear.
âi love you,â he said again, like he was testing the words, like he couldnât believe he was allowed to say them. âi love you. i love you. i love you.â
you could feel him still inside you, softening but not fully, and when he shifted his weight, you winced ânsensitive, so sensitive, every nerve in your body still humming.
but satoru didnât pull out.
instead, he lowered himself onto his elbows, his face hovering above yours, and started moving again; slow, shallow thrusts, barely pulling out before pressing back in, and the drag of him against your overstimulated walls made you gasp.
âsatoru,â you whimpered, your hands pushing weakly at his chest. âi canâtâiâm tooââ
âshh,â he murmured, and there was a wildness in his eyes, something desperate and hungry. âyou can. you can take it. youâre doing so well, baby. so good for me.â
his hips kept moving, that same slow, torturous rhythm, and you could feel yourself growing wetter around him again, your body betraying you, responding to him even when you thought you had nothing left to give.
âiâm not done with you,â satoru said, and his voice was low, reverent. âi told you. all night.â
his hand slid down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit again, and you actually sobbed, the sensation too much and not enough all at once.
âyou feel that?â satoru asked, his thumb circling, his hips grinding. âyou feel how wet you are? youâre dripping, baby. youâre dripping all over my cock.â
and you were. you could feel it, the mix of his cum and yours sliding down your thighs, soaking into the sheets beneath you; the filth of it, the intimacy of it, made your face burn, but you couldnât look away from him, couldnât do anything but cling to him as he fucked you slow and deep.
âi want to feel you cum again,â he said, and his voice was shaking. âi want to feel you squeeze me again. can you do that for me? can you give me one more?â
you shook your head without even thinking, but satoru just give you that soft, devastating smile.
âyou can,â the boy said. âi know you can. youâre so good for me. my good girl.â
the praise washed over you, warm and intoxicating, and you felt something loosen in your chest; your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and satoru groaned, his rhythm faltering for just a moment before picking back up.
âthatâs it,â he breathed. âthatâs my girl. take it. take all of me.â
satoru was moving faster now, his hips snapping against yours, his thumb still working your oversensitive clit in tight, focused circles, and the pleasure was building again, sharp and bright, and you could feel yourself climbing toward something that felt almost too big to contain.
âsatoruâiâm gonnaââ
âi know,â he said, and his voice was wrecked, desperate. âcum for me. cum again. let me feel you.â
you came with a scream, your body convulsing around him, your nails raking down his back; satoru followed you a moment later, his hips stuttering, his mouth finding your shoulder to muffle the sound of his own groan as he spilled inside you again, adding to the mess, to the heat, to the overwhelming fullness that had you trembling beneath him.
he collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his face buried in your neck. you could feel his pulse racing against yours, his breath coming in harsh, uneven gasps, and for a long moment, neither of you moved.
finally, satoru lifted his head.
his face was flushed, his hair a complete disaster, his lips parted and kiss-swollen; he looked like heâd been thoroughly ruined, and the sight of him made your chest ache.
âi love you,â he whispered again.
he smiled; that soft, real smile that you were starting to think was made only for you, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
âthis is just the beginning,â satoru said, his voice rough but warm. âiâve got a lot of time to make up for.â
After winning the Monaco Grand Prix, Toji takes you away to a luxury hotel suite where the two of you celebrate privately.
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The hotel suite overlooks the Monte Carlo harbor, yachts glittering in the evening light like diamonds on black velvet. The Monaco Grand Prix ended hours agoâToji's team took P1 and P3, champagne was sprayed, photos were takenâbut he'd barely stayed for the celebration before whisking you away.
You're draped across the California king bed in nothing but the diamond tennis bracelet he bought you last week (âŹ250,000, didn't even blink) and the Louboutins from yesterday (casual âŹ1,500). Your shopping bags from today's spree are scattered across the suiteâChanel, HermĂšs, Van Cleef & Arpels. You'd spent the race in the paddock club making his black card weep, and the way Toji had looked at you when you showed him the total?
Feral. Absolutely feral.
Now he's leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows, still in his team principal poloânavy blue, team logo embroidered, stretched tight across shoulders that have no business being that broad on a man in his late thirties. His dark hair is slightly messy, that scar on his lip quirked in amusement as he watches you pose provocatively on his bed.
"You gonna stand there all night, old man?" You trail a finger down your sternum slowly, teasingly. "Or are you gonna do something about the fact that I'm naked in your bed?"
His jaw tightens. "Old man?"
"What?" You smile innocently, spreading your legs just slightlyânot enough, just enough to drive him crazy. "You're what, thirty-eight? Forty? That's like ancient compared to me."
"Thirty-nine." He pushes off the window, stalking toward you like a predator. "And you love it. Love that I'm older. That I can affordâ" He gestures at the shopping bags, "âwhatever the fuck you want."
"Hmm, do I though?" You examine your nailsâfresh set, baby pink, also on his dime. "Maybe I just like spending your money."
He reaches the bed, looms over you. "You're such a fucking brat."
"And you love it." You reach up, trace that scar on his lip. "Love that I'm young and hot and expensive. Love showing me off in the paddock, making all those younger drivers jealous becauseâ"
He catches your wrist, pins it above your head. "Because what?"
"Because you have me and they don't." You arch up into him. "Because I'm yours."
"Damn right you are." His free hand slides down your body possessivelyâover your breast, your waist, your hip. "Every inch of you. Paid for every piece of jewelry, every designer dress, every fucking manicure." His hand slides between your thighs and you gasp. "This especially. This is all mine."
"Tojiâ"
"That's not what you call me when I'm touching you." His fingers tease but don't give you what you want. "Try again."
You bite your lip, playing difficult even though you're already wet for him. "What if I don't want to?"
His smile is dangerous. "Then I stop touching you. Pull my hand away. Leave you here desperate while I go take a shower." He starts to withdraw and you actually whimper.
"Waitâ"
"Say it."
"Daddyâ" It comes out breathy, needy. "Please, daddyâ"
"There's my good girl." He rewards you with pressure, fingers sliding exactly where you need them, and your back arches off the bed. "Much better. See what happens when you're sweet instead of being a brat?"
"But you love when I'm a bratâ" You gasp when he adds a finger, thick and perfect.
"You're right. I fucking do." He leans down, bites your neck hard enough to mark. "Love that you tease me. Push my buttons. Spend my money like it's your jobâbecause it is. Your job is to be beautiful and bratty and mine."
He pulls his fingers away and you actually cry out in frustration. "Toji!"
"Wrong name." He's already undoing his belt and you're mesmerized by the movement. "And I'm done with foreplay. Been hard since you sent me that dressing room selfie during qualifying."
"The one in the Versace?" You smile wickedly. "I bought that dress, by the way. Put it on your card."
"I know. Got the alert." His belt hits the floor. "Got hard in the middle of a strategy meeting. Had to adjust myself while talking to my lead engineer because my sugar baby was sending me nudes from a boutique."
"Technically I was in a braletteâ"
"Barely." His shirt comes off and Jesus Christ, you'll never get used to this man's body. All muscle, scarred, powerful. "Do you know what you do to me? Walking around the paddock in those tiny skirts, heels that cost more than most people's rent, acting like you don't know every man there wants you?"
"But they can't have me." You spread your legs wider in invitation. "Because I'm yours. Because you keep me."
"Fuck yes I do." He's finally naked, finally moving over you, and the weight of him is perfect. "Keep you dressed in designer, dripping in diamonds, living in luxury. And all you have to do isâ"
"Be yours." You pull him down into a kiss that's immediately filthy. "Be your pretty little trophy. Your sugar baby. Yourâ"
"Mine." He lines himself up, teasing. "Say it again. Tell me who you belong to."
"You, daddy. Only you." You try to pull him closer but he's holding back, making you wait. "PleaseâI needâ"
"What do you need, baby?" He's being evil, pushing in just slightly, nowhere near enough. "Use your words."
"Need you inside me. Need you to fuck me. Needâ" You're past playing games, desperate. "Please daddy, please, I've been good, I've beenâ"
"You've been a tease all day." He slams home in one thrust and you both groan. "Sending me pictures. Spending my money. Walking around my paddock looking like sin."
He doesn't give you time to adjust, just starts movingâhard, possessive, claiming. His hands are everywhere, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, and you love it.
"This what you wanted?" He growls against your neck. "Wanted daddy to fuck you after you spent all his money?"
"Yesâfuckâyesâ" You're already incoherent, nails dragging down his back.
"How much did you spend today?" He angles his hips and hits that perfect spot. "Tell me."
"I don'tâI can'tâ"
"Tell me." He slows down and you nearly scream in frustration. "How much of my money did my baby spend?"
"Fiftyâ" You gasp when he rewards you with a sharp thrust. "Fifty thousandâeurosâ"
"Fuck." He actually shudders. "You spent fifty grand in one day?"
"The necklace was expensiveâ" You can barely speak. "And the shoesâand theâoh Godâright thereâ"
"You're so fucking hot when you're spending my money." He's losing control, rhythm getting erratic. "Love that you're high maintenance. That you're expensive. That I can give you everything."
His hand slides between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, and you nearly come immediately. "DaddyâI'm closeâ"
"Come for me." His command is rough. "Come all over my cock, baby. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me you're worth every fucking euro."
That does it. You shatter, crying out his nameâ"Toji! Fuck, daddy, yes!"âand he follows seconds later with a groan, hips jerking as he empties himself inside you.
He collapses on top of you, both of you breathing hard, sweaty, completely satisfied. After a moment, he rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you're tucked against his chest.
"Fifty thousand," he mutters, sounding almost awed. "In one day."
"Sorry?" You trace patterns on his chest, not sorry at all.
"Don't be." His arm tightens around you. "Do it again tomorrow. Max out the fucking card. I love watching you spend my money."
You tilt your head up to look at him. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." He kisses your forehead, surprisingly tender. "Love taking care of you. Love that you're mine. That I can give you everything you want."
"Everything?" You smile mischievously.
"Everything." His hand slides down to squeeze your ass. "What do you want, baby? Name it."
"There was this Birkin at HermĂšsâ"
He's already reaching for his phone on the nightstand. "What color?"
"Really?" You prop yourself up on your elbow. "Toji, it's like forty thousandâ"
"Don't care." He's typing, probably emailing his assistant. "My woman wants a Birkin, she gets a Birkin. What fucking color?"
And this is why you're obsessed with him. Not just because he's gorgeous and dominant and fucks like a god, but because he genuinely loves giving you things. Loves the power dynamic, loves keeping you, loves that you're his beautiful, expensive trophy.
"Rose gold," you murmur, kissing his jaw. "With gold hardware."
"Done." He tosses the phone away, rolls you under him again. "Now, what do you say?"
"Thank you, daddy."
"Good girl." He's already getting hard again. "Now let me show you exactly how much I appreciate my expensive little baby.
Heâs always watching you when you shop. Not in a controlling way, no hovering, no hovering over your shoulder with a credit card limit lecture. Just⊠quiet, intense observation from across the boutique or from the car outside, dark eyes tracking every swipe of the black card he gave you last month. The one with no visible limit. The one he handed over with a low, amused âGo wild, baby. I want to see what you do with it.â
Tonight youâre in the dressing room of a high-end department store, trying on a silk slip dress that costs more than most peopleâs rent. The fabric clings like liquid, deep emerald against your skin. You step out to show him, barefoot on the plush carpet, twirling once. Heâs leaning against the mirrored wall, arms crossed, tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows. The moment you step into view, his jaw tightens, filled with hunger.
âTurn around again,â he says, voice rougher than usual. You do, slow and deliberate, letting the hem flutter against your thighs. When you face him again, his pupils are blown, breathing visibly shallower. He shifts his weight, adjusts himself in his tailored pants without bothering to be subtle.
âYou like it?â you ask, innocent, knowing damn well what youâre doing.
He doesnât answer right away. He steps closer, fingers brushing the silk at your hip like heâs testing its weight. âI like what it does to you,â he murmurs. âThe way you light up when you spend my money. The way you walk out of here knowing every piece youâre wearing was bought with my card.â His thumb drags along the strap, voice dropping. âItâs fucking intoxicating.â
You tilt your head, smiling slowly. âSo⊠should I get it?â
He exhales through his nose, almost a laugh. âGet it. Get the black one too. And the heels you were eyeing earlier. And whatever else catches your eye on the way to the register.â He reaches into his jacket, pulls out a new card, matte black, your name embossed in gold foil, and presses it into your palm. His fingers linger, curling yours around it.
âThis oneâs fresher,â he says quietly, thumb stroking the inside of your wrist. âNo limit. No questions. I want you to burn through it. Buy things you donât even need. Wear them once and donate them. I donât care. Justââ His voice cracks the tiniest bit, raw. ââkeep spending. Keep looking at me like that when you hand the card over. It gets me harder than anything else.â
You step closer, chest brushing his, lips hovering near his ear. âThen watch me,â you whisper. âWatch me max this one out too.â
His hand flexes on your waist, hard, possessive. A low groan slips out, muffled against your hair. âFuck,â he breathes. âGo. Buy everything. Iâll be right here⊠waiting for you.â You kiss the corner of his mouth, then turn toward the register, new card already warm in your hand. Behind you, he adjusts himself again, exhales shakily, and smiles. He's already ruined and loving every second of it.
