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how deep is your love?

synopsis: A hidden truth came to light, turning you and Chuuya into enemies. But when the moment arrived, the trigger remained untouched—by him, and by you. After so long apart, there was only one way left to reconcile. wc: 3.6k nakahara chuuya x fem! reader nsfw

The house was destroyed.

Only your heavy breathing filled the room. Each breath pierced the silence like a whisper in a haunted church. Speaking seemed more dangerous than the gun in your hand—one wrong word, and everything would be over.

Whether it was caution, fear, or longing, you couldn’t tell what kept you from looking away from him. You failed to contain the burning in your chest at the sight of Chuuya standing before you: his hair disheveled, his clothes torn just like yours, a trickle of blood running down his face. It annoyed you how he still looked beautiful even when he was a mess.

 So handsome…it was a shame he had a gun aimed at you. 

The revolver in your hands was small compared to the shotgun Chuuya was holding, but it was just as loaded and lethal. Your finger didn’t waver over the trigger.

If someone had told you a few days ago that you and he would try to kill each other countless times in a single week, you would have believed it. Not only because you had secrets, but because he did too. 

All that time hiding your work from him, only to discover that his hands were just as bloodstained as yours. 

Would he still have wanted you if he’d known that before?

You clenched your teeth at the thought. Irrelevant. Pointless. You didn’t need to know. You knew, even before admitting it, that your relationship was bound to fail because you weren’t honest with him. But that didn’t matter; aparently, you two were doomed to fail anyway.

You punish yourself for every painful thought as you recall the signs that were there the whole time. 

Countless trips abroad, always sudden; injuries that a gemologist shouldn’t have; midnight calls from a shadowed figure who claimed to be his employer. The truth had been there all along. It was funny that you hadn’t noticed it when you were doing the same things.

It took a common target to expose bloody secrets. In fact, it was only natural that it would happen this way—the house of cards you were living in was beautiful, but fragile. So unbearably fragile. Its fate was always collapse, you just never knew when. The wait was agonizing.

Night after night, the question pounded in your head, and it took all your strength to silence it: would things have been different if you had been honest from the beginning? 

Irrelevant, you were enemies now. If you faltered for even a second, he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot. Chuuya was a criminal too, and it hadn’t taken much searching to discover just how loyal he was to his organization. The Commission was just a job to you, but the Port Mafia was everything to him—you were never a choice.

And that’s why it annoyed you, the way his brown eyes faltered, as if having you as his target was too painful to bear. Liar—the word echoed in your mind like a desperate prayer. 

You needed to believe that. It wasn’t painful, you told yourself, he was just pretending. Pretending to care to make you falter, to give him the upper hand. There was no weakness more exploitable than vulnerability.

He—

You stopped breathing. The cold expression on your face wavered, and your heart raced like never before. Each pulse pounded in your head over and over again.

Slowly, he lowered the gun. Chuuya let it slip through his fingers toward the floor and, with a kick, sent it flying across the room.

Your grip on the revolver tightened. It was a trick, you thought, biting down on your trembling lip—the look he gave you made your eyes burn. He didn’t look defeated, but weary. Weary of fighting. Weary of being the cause of ruin for those he loved. 

“Chuuya”

You wanted to sound dangerous, as if you were giving him one last warning, but your voice came out as a trembling whisper. Tears, desperate to spill, blurred your vision.

“Pull the trigger, doll.” He gave a weary smile, filled with a tenderness you knew so well. “I can’t.”

You brought your empty hand to the gun, trying to fight the tremor coursing through your body. This was a test—definitely a test. You could shoot all you wanted; he’d use gravity to stop the bullet before it pierced him.

…

Right?

If you shot, if you pulled the trigger and emptied the magazine into him, he would protect himself, right? You swallowed the painful lump in your throat.

You don’t want to hurt him… you don’t want to pull the trigger.

When did you become so sentimental? Death had never bothered you before; you were used to it just as you were used to brushing your teeth in the morning.

No matter how deeply you had grown attached, no matter that those months by his side were the nearest you had ever come to peace. It didn’t matter that his presence set warmth in your chest whenever he laughed, spoke, or even breathed.It didn’t matter either how many nights you lay awake, soothed only by the quiet rhythm of his heart beneath your hand. It didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter. You had a job to do— a horrible, devastating, cruel job.

God… you couldn’t do this.

And he knows it. 

Your silence tells him everything he needs to know. 

You didn’t resist when Chuuya took the gun from your hands, and even less when he pulled you toward him with urgency. 

You felt your head spin as his gloved hand got lost in your hair. His eager fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your face toward his as you stumbled backward, blind to everything but him. The way he held you, that hungry gleam in his eyes, his breath mingling with yours—it all left you intoxicated.

But not more so than the taste of wine and blood in his mouth.

Chuuya’s kiss carried the raw desperation of a man undone. Desperate because he’d spent the last few days in an endless, agonizing struggle with you. Desperate for the blood he had drawn, desperate for the ache of missing you. Every night apart was torture.

And you returned the feeling just as strongly. His shoulders relaxed the moment your fingers reached the nape of his neck and your lips rushed to meet his. Like Chuuya, you weren’t meant to be apart from him for so long either. The two of you were incompatible with that kind of distance.

Chuuya was made for this—to adore you, to hold you in his arms, to kiss you until you were breathless. He was made to lose his mind every time your fingers tugged at his hair. Every bullet fired, every bomb detonated, every blow struck was unnatural for both of you.

A whimper escaped your lips, your back slamming against the table. The soft sound made Chuuya groan into your mouth. You were so lost in the kiss you didn’t even notice yourself moving. He tried to pull away for a moment, but the sight of the thread of saliva between your lips drove him to press his mouth back against yours. 

Chuuya was a pervert when it came to things as simple as this. You must have been one too, because his desperation made the knot in your stomach burn painfully. He was so, so delicious. God, who moans like that over shared drool?

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he set you down on the furniture. The dark oak table was new; he’d bought it under the pretext of filling the empty hallway—it was the only piece of furniture Chuuya hadn’t yet fucked you on. 

When he pulled away again, Chuuya didn’t dare look toward your lips or face for he had very little control when it came to you.  Your chest pressed against his as you felt his teeth sink into your neck. You couldn’t have held back that moan even if you’d wanted to—the sharp pain was too good to resist. Your fingers gripped the orange strands tighter, the vampiric teasing intensifying more. 

The sounds you made were far too sweet compared to the rough play on your skin. It was always hard to get him to let go like this. Usually it took plenty of suggestive comments, innocently provocative outfits, and bold touches for him to stop holding back. You loved it when he lost control and did exactly what he wanted with you. 

It took a hell of a fight for Chuuya to understand that he didn’t need to worry—you could take him. 

His hands slid carelessly to grip your soft thighs wrapped around him. Your body shuddered at his touch, the leather of his gloves rubbed slowly against you, crawling inch by inch up your tight skirt. You found it unbearably erotic.  A curse word escaped Chuuya the moment his fingers felt the sheer thigh-high. God, he loved when you wore those things.

“I thought you’d come to kill me, doll,” you heard Chuuya murmur after resting his forehead on your shoulder The hoarse sound of his voice, as if he were drunk with lust, did irreparable damage to you.

“I…” you tried to reply, but your voice caught in your throat when his fingers caressed you. He casually played with the waistband of your stockings, tugging and releasing the thin fabric against your skin.

Chuuya paused. He seemed lost in thought, as if torn between ripping off your sheer thigh-highs or making you wear them while he fucked you. And he’d done this so many times before—taken you while you wore nothing but stockings. The sight of your covered legs and those old memories were enough to make his dick throb.

“Look at you, all dressed up…” Chuuya whispered as he planted wet kisses all over your shoulder and neck.

His hands played with the stocking one last time before sliding up the inside of your thigh. There, Chuuya wrapped his fingers around your soft flesh and slowly began to spread your legs apart. He only stopped when your skirt rode up your thighs and the black panties you were wearing were exposed.

“Do you always wear somethin’ so small when you go out to kill, or is this just for me?” another whisper followed by his teeth nibbling at your skin. 

You didn’t even have time to think of a response; his fingertips caressing you over your panties made it impossible to even form a thought. His touch was soft, yet still enough to make your body writhe against him.

You let one hand slide down from the nape of his neck toward his firm shoulders. Your red nails dug into his skin while your fingers, tangled in his hair, pulled hard on the orange strands. Chuuya let you guide him however you wanted, but he denied you a kiss when you didn’t answer.

You grumbled in annoyance, and Chuuya scolded you with a slap over your black panties.  The muffled sound of leather striking against the soaked cotton echoed off the walls, followed by your gasp.

“I know you can speak with that beautiful, tight little throat of yours, doll.” Long fingers gently wrapped around your neck. Chuuya’s eyes stayed fixed on your mouth as he spoke, while the hand between your legs pressed softly where he’d spanked you moments earlier. . “are you wearing this for me?”

You considered refusing to answer just to tease him and earn another scolding, but you still wanted that kiss more than anything. 

God, you really need him to kiss you right now.

Wetting your lips with your tongue, you didn’t take your eyes off his mouth when you finally spoke.

“Yes,” you whined, grinding your hips against his hand. “I’m wearing these for you, Chuuya.” You paused before looking back into his brown eyes, which were watching you so hungrily. “I know how much you like those… and I knew seeing me in them would drive you crazy.”

“That wasn’t hard, was it?” Chuuya teased with a smile before pulling you by the throat toward him.

You wasted no time sliding your tongue into his when your lips met again. Finally, you thought, this sweet moment and these teasing compliments were the reason you chose to be good to him. 

Just as lost in the kiss as you were, Chuuya left your neck and panties to explore your covered upper body. Every strong squeeze around your waist, the way he spread his hand across your lower belly, squeezed your breasts, or unbuttoned a button on your dress shirt—you felt like you were about to die. 

Between wet kisses and hungry hands, Chuuya had already exposed half your breasts when he grew tired of being patient. He swore he tried, but the sight of your soft flesh in that black lace bra made him lose his mind—he popped the rest of the buttons off effortlessly. 

It’s just a fucking piece of fabric, he’d buy you a new one. Hell, he’d buy you a whole wardrobe if you asked. Chuuya was far too addicted to showering you with expensive, beautiful things 

You didn’t even have time to complain; leaving your lips behind, he wasted no time caressing the heavy flesh with his mouth and tongue. 

You sighed loudly. His mouth on you felt so good that you didn’t even notice the moment he slipped your clothes off your arms and tossed them into a corner on the floor. All you know is how good he makes you feel.

Shivers ran down your body as his fingers slowly trace your spine. Chuuya only needed his thumb and index finger to unfasten the delicate clasp. A soft, almost inaudible click, and he’s sliding the lace bra off your shoulders.

You didn’t know if it was Chuuya’s touch or the icy breeze seeping in through the broken windows that made your nipples harden. But it didn’t matter—he didn’t leave you feeling cold for too long 

The lace piece had barely touched the floor and Chuuya already had his warm mouth on your nipples. It was impossible not to moan at the wet glide of his tongue over your swollen bud. No one but him has ever been able to make you feel this way, so good – so desired. Just a few touches and you were already a soft, wet mess in his hands.

“Chuuya…” your voice broke in a whisper. 

It took every ounce of willpower to make him pull away from you. It felt so good the way he was caressing you, but you wanted to make Chuuya feel good too. You wanted to turn him into a mess just like he did to you.

Bringing your hands to his waist, you fought against his mouth, which wasted no time in meeting yours again.

“Chuuya,” you cried out again. He contented himself with nibbling at your lower lip and tracing slow caresses along your legs while waiting for what you had to say. 

“yes, doll” he whispered against your lips. It was hard to focus on what you wanted when he couldn’t stop kissing you for so long. It wasn’t easy for you either, and Chuuya did nothing to help.

You ran your hands down his body until you reached the waistband of his black pants.His breath faltered as he felt you there, so close to where he needed you most. Chuuya was so distracted by you that he forgot his own needs. Well, almost forgot—it was impossible to ignore the throbbing erection in his pants.

The tightening grip around your waist made you gasp; you wanted him desperately. Sliding your hand along the waistband, you slowly caressed the heavy bulge over his pants, lingering on the sensation of his covered length in your hand.

Now it was his turn to make beautiful sounds for you. Chuuya did this often; he spent so much time absorbed in you that he neglected his own needs.

He rested his forehead against yours and gazed at you with the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen. It filled you with pleasure to know you didn’t have to do much to make him that way too—numb with desire.  He looked so beautiful like that, and it was all because of you.

Reluctantly, though with good reason, you moved your hand from his erection to his belt. You didn’t know why, but there was something about the sound of metal clinking as you undid his belt that turned you on even more.

Your eyes never left his, not even when you unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down. Chuuya kept his eyes fixed on you too, eager to let you do whatever you wanted with him. 

A strangled moan escaped his lips as your hand slid inside his pants. He was hot, wet, painfully hard. How he managed to hold back was a mystery to you.

His hips pressed against your hand, and you smiled at his desperation before capturing his lips in a quick kiss. The slow movements of your hand made him moan against your mouth; every sound he made soaked your panties even more. You couldn’t take it anymore, and judging by the look on his face, neither could Chuuya.

“I need you,” you whimpered against his lips,pressing harder against his throbbing length. “and now, Chuu.”

“yeah?” he returned the same lust-filled whimper. “Does my pretty little doll need me?”

Proud bastard. Chuuya was throbbing in your hand, and yet he still had the nerve to act as if you were the only one desperate. You’d complain about his inability to admit that he was just as desperate as you were if it weren’t for the tone of voice he was using. 

Fuuckkkk, he knew you loved it when he talked to you like that, as if you were some needy little thing that only he could satisfy. And you were. 

“So much…” you whispered, and he felt like he could die right then and there. 

Pulling your hand away from his pants, you reached for the dress shirt he was wearing. Chuuya dragged you to the edge of the table by your waist, brimming with excitement and impatience, while you tore open the buttons on his shirt and vest. It was a fair trade compared to what he’d done to yours.

He let you pull off your ruined shirt and toss it on the floor before taking off his gloves with his teeth—he wanted to feel you completely now. 

“I’ll give you what you need, love” he murmured, capturing your lips with his. 

You stroke the back of his neck with your fingernails, and Chuuya slid his hands up the inside of your thigh before moving them aside to slip between your legs. His bare fingers playing with the elastic of your panties make you shiver with anticipation. The leather of the glove feels wonderful against your skin, but it was nothing compared to his bare hands.

Chuuya runs his finger along the soaked material once more before pushing the fabric aside. He makes no attempt to hide the loud groan that escaped him at the sight of your wet folds. So swollen and messy—you really were a little needy thing, weren’t you? 

Eager to feel you, Chuuya wasted no time; while holding you with one hand, he pushed his pants and underwear down with the other. Just a few centimeters, just enough to free his hard dick.

He didn’t even give you time to gasp at the sight of him. Placing himself between your legs, Chuuya guided your heels around his back before sliding the tip along your wet folds. The brief contact made you both moan in unison.

His forehead rested against yours again, and Chuuya watched the mess you were making as if it were the most delightful thing he’d ever seen.

Pressing his lips to yours once more before taking you, Chuuya breathed into your mouth;

“Everything you need.”

-

“ awake, love?”

Chuuya’s gentle voice reached you. Lying against his chest you felt sleep tugging at you with every vivid pulse of his heartbeat in your ears. He was there, alive, and with you. 

You gently caressed his waist, sliding your fingertip against his soft skin; it was a silent answer to his question.

His fingers slid from your hair to trace the contour of his jaw tenderly as you lifted your face toward him. The cut on his eyebrow made your chest ache—you were the one who bandaged his wounds, not the one who caused them.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as if he’d read your mind and knew exactly which thoughts were tormenting you at that moment. The arrogant smile on his face made you want to pinch his skin. “To be honest, I’m actually relieved.”

“Relieved?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“All this time worrying about your safety, when really I should’ve been worrying about the others.” A flicker of pride flashed in his brown eyes. The sound of his laughter made your chest warm with tenderness. “You’re a fucking threat, doll. Made me bleed and everything.”

“I had to. You shot me, remember?” you teased back, no longer angry with him.

“It was an accident!” The redness in his ears made you struggle—and fail—to hold back the laughter bursting from your chest. Cute… He was so cute. “And you tried to blow me up shortly after that, remember?”

“Ah—” you choked, and it was your turn to blush. That had been a miscalculation you hadn’t planned on, and it had almost made you freak out with fear. “It was an accident!”

“I have my doubts,” he teased.

As you stood up to get a better look, you found Chuuya with one arm behind his head and a loving smile on his face—one you hadn’t expected. That calmed you down, even though you still regretted everything that had happened.

“I never…”

“I know, doll.” he cut in softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand. His tone was gentle, stripped of jokes or teasing. “I never have, either…” 

“I know.” 

a/n: i cannot actually believe I wrote this LOL. i just realized that at some point I got really kinky, sorry guys. oh, and besides that Im still shy, so writing a whole smut its hard for me. pls let me know what you thought. and yes, mr and mrs smith inspired me

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[gwonty]

Warnings. MDNI. NSFW🔞, mature content, voyeurism, exhibitionism, unprotected sxx, FREAKED OUT Satoru and Suguru

“This is my girlfriend,” Satoru introduces you and your name to Suguru, rubbing his large palm into the side of your waist affectionately.

A look of shock overthrows Suguru’s expression. But it morphs back into soft coolness quick enough that you almost doubt you saw it right.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet one of Satoru’s friends.” You smile at Suguru, jutting out your hand.

Suguru shakes your hand politely and a soft smile climbs on his lips as his gaze flicks down your body and then up to Satoru before landing back on you.

“Ah, I wouldn’t say friend,” Suguru huffs playfully, “Haven’t seen him since college.”

“Work is busy,” Satoru shrugs, raising his arm to wrap around your shoulders. His arm weight pulls you down a bit but you don’t mind.

“So, how long have you been together?”

“Um— about a year.” You smile and nod at him. Satoru hums happily before pressing a kiss to your cheek. Suguru can tell you’re a shy, sweet little thing, putting a weak hand to Satoru’s chest and resisting futilely as he peppers your face with kisses in front of all of these people.

“Yo, Gojo!”

Satoru is suddenly pulled away by one of his old friends to compete and see how many shots they can take back to back, and since he hasn’t seen these people in a bit, you smile and push him to go have fun.

You’re left with Suguru. You sip your drink and shift your stance a bit as he subtly takes in your overall appearance.

You clear your throat. “So, did Satoru date around a lot back in college? I wouldn’t be surprised.” You’re jesting, cutely, trying to break the ice and the nervous tension between you and Satoru’s friend.

Suguru chuckles. “Ahh, not really.”

You eye him from over your cup as you take a drink. “Is that why you seemed so surprised that he’s with me?” It’s said in a lighthearted tone but you’re clearly curious.

“Oh, I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to offend you or anything.” Suguru is being nothing but genuine and you can tell.

“But.. ?” You’re leading him into the rest of what he isn’t saying.

“There’s no but,” Suguru denies softly and then shrugs, “You’re just not the type I was expecting.”

You’re clearly offended, a bit hurt right off the bat and Suguru can immediately see that.

“Oh god, no, no,” Suguru quickly backtracks with a sympathetic look, “I didn’t mean that you aren’t attractive, you are. In fact, you’re more my type than what I expected his to be.”

You blink at him owlishly and brush your hair behind your ear. “Oh. What kind of girl was Satoru into during college?” You chuckle, airily, but you can’t fool him or yourself. You’re invested.

Suguru huffs into his drink, a jump to his brows as if you’ve said something ironic.

“The type with balls.”

Your eyes widen and you’re almost in disbelief of what he’s claiming. “You— oh. You’re saying Satoru was with men?”

He nods and watches you with slight amusement. Satoru must have kept this from you for some reason.

You blink down at the ground, a slight pang of jealousy slides through your chest. Satoru never mentioned this. You were under the impression that he had told you every past partner and relationship he’s had, like you’ve told him. It’s not a good feeling to feel as though this man you’ve never met before knows more about your boyfriend than you do.

“Ah— I’m sorry,” Suguru says, clearly feeling bad that he said anything at all since it seems you’re feeling hurt, “I really didn’t mean to bother you or mess with your relationship—”

You brush off his concerns and interrupt him. “No, no. It’s okay. Um—” you clear your throat, “like a lot of men?”

Bless your heart, Suguru can tell why Satoru is enthralled by you. You’re a sweet thing, clearly committed to the guy, even when he has obviously been keeping things from you.

Suguru grimaces a bit, not because of you, but because of what he’s about to say.

“I,” he laughs and scratches the back of his head, “I think I’m the only one. I could be wrong.”

Your jaw just drops but before you can ask the millions of questions you are itching to ask Satoru’s apparent ex something, intoxicated Satoru comes bursting back with a wide smile, shoving a shot into your hands while he slams his lips into yours.

“Hey baby, take this shot,” he preens into your lips, “You need to catch up.”

You chuckle awkwardly and take down the shot with a sweet smile for your boyfriend who has no idea you’ve been told that he’s been keeping something from you.

The next day. 4:07pm.

You’re pouting. Satoru can tell something is wrong. You’ve been giving him that sad cat look since this morning that screams, ‘my owner hit me and I can’t decide whether I’m mad or sad.’

“You wanna get take out? That mochi place is open,” Satoru offers, rolling on his side to grab at you and pull you into his arms to spoon.

The book you’re reading doesn’t leave the space right in front of your face as he cuddles your backside.

You shrug and hum briefly, as if you don’t care.

Satoru wraps his arms deeply around your middle, squeezes, and shoves his face into the side of yours while his brows furrow. “And then we can make love all night with a belly full of mochi, hmm?”

You don’t even spare a glance. Another shrug. Now he knows for sure, something happened.

His head raises and he looks down at you. “Hey, c’mon, what’s going on?”

You mumble incoherently but he can make out that you’ve said, ‘nothing.’

“Did I go too hard last night? Did I do something?” He asks with concern, thumbs rubbing into the skin of your sides where he’s wrapped around your midsection. He has blips of blanks in his memory from last night, mixing alcohol is never a good idea.

You exhale a puff of air and drop your book down, a small pout permanently taking home on your face.

“Suguru was nice,” you mumble as your eyes stare forward at nothing in particular.

You’re speaking in riddles, not a good sign. He squints and maneuvers your body so you’re on your back and he’s leaning on his forearm beside you so he can eye you properly.

“Suguru? Did he hit on you?”

You cross your arms stubbornly. “He did say I was his type.”

Satoru’s face turns into a look of discontent. “I knew he’d try something on you. I’m sorry, baby. Did he make you uncomfortable?”

You basically ignore his words, watching him suspiciously. “Matter of fact, he said I’m more his type than I am yours.”

He looks taken aback and confused. “He’s just being stupid, trying to see if he can get with you.” He pauses and blinks at your expression and overall aura. “Wait— Are you mad at me, right now?

“I don’t know, am I?”

“Baby,” Satoru grabs onto the side of your head to hold your attention, “Talk to me.”

You sigh and sit up, criss crossed. He slowly meets you there, sitting across from you, carefully.

“Did you and Suguru used to date?”

Satoru’s brows jolt up and he blinks in genuine surprise.

“Me and Suguru? No, are you serious? That’s what he told you?” He huffs in disbelief.

“Okay, then, you guys used to fuck? In college?”

Satoru blinks for a beat with his lips parted. “I— Okay, yeah, yes. But we never dated, that’s ridiculous.”

Your face explodes into disbelief and you abruptly stand up, pushing his hand away when he tried to grab at you.

“Oh my god, I knew it. Why did you keep that from me?” You’re clearly upset and Satoru moves his way to the edge of the bed on his knees to face you as you stand.

“Keep it from y— Wait, wait that’s a bit of an exaggeration—”

You shake your head and start pacing, ignoring him.

“Do you know how stupid I felt? Asking your ex— or fuck buddy or— whatever— about you? About my own boyfriend? Things that I should already know after a whole year of dating?”

Satoru cringes in sympathy. “Fuck, I didn’t think—”

“No, you didnt,” you confirm, interrupting him. Your steps come to a stop in front of him. “I mean, god! You introduced me and let me talk to him all nice and polite like he hasn’t fucked my boyfriend!”

“What, you would’ve treated him differently if you knew?” He huffs, unable to hold back some amusement, despite knowing he’s done something wrong.

You shoot him a deep glare. “Yes! I would have— I don’t know— asserted dominance or something— grabbed your dick— I don’t know!”

Satoru lets a self indulgent smirk sneak out and you poke his chest with a mean, stern look. “Hey! Stop enjoying this so much.”

He immediately grabs onto your hand and lays it flat on his naked chest like he’s trying to keep you close and with him. “I’m not, I’m not!— I just— you can’t blame me for thinking it’s sexy when you get all jealous,” he purrs towards the end, leaning in and snaking a kiss to your jaw. You grumble and almost flinch away from it but then he lays an open mouthed, slow, warm kiss lower down, on your neck, and you melt.

He hums, feeling your body relax into him, and that’s what jolts you out of the haze. You pull away and point at him with squinted eyes. “No. You’re not allowed to do that. I’m actually hurt, Satoru.”

A pleading look grows on his face and he stands quickly to get close to you. “Okay, okay, I know. I’m sorry, baby. I should have told you. It slipped my mind, genuinely. What can I do to make it better?”

You humpf as you cross your arms, pouting as he softly brushes some hair from your face.

“Hmm?” He goads on, tilting his head down to eye your pretty face. “What can this horrible, mean boyfriend do to make it up to his sexy, amazing girlfriend?”

“Were you on top or bottom?”

Satoru pauses, thinking he has to have heard you wrong because you kind of mumbled it quietly.

“What?”

You look up at him. “Did you fuck him or did he fuck you?”

Satoru’s jaw drops, shocked by your question as you move to sit on the edge of the bed behind him, waiting.

He turns slowly to face you, this has to be a trap. “Why do you want to know that, baby? That’s just gonna upset you.”

You ‘Aha!’ like he’s been caught. “I knew it! You’re hiding this from me deliberately!”

“What? No,” he immediately shakes his head, hands moving quickly as to dispel what you’ve said, “A question like that is— I wouldn’t want to know all the ways you’ve fucked Toji in the past, it would upset me! I just don’t want to upset you.”

“Ohh, now you’re bringing up Toji.” You cross your arms. Toji was a bit of an issue for your relationship at the beginning. You used to date, and let’s just say Toji has a bad habit of fucking with people— they used to get into fist fights despite being friends. Honestly, Toji was usually asking for it: smacking your ass casually when you’d hug in greetings, a hand rubbing your thigh a little too far up when you’d laugh in conversation, etc. all with the excuse that he was just so used to doing it when you were dating that he forgets not to.

Satoru shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant.”

You sigh. “I want to know, Satoru. If you’re not trying to keep things from me, then tell me.”

Satoru rubs his eyes and then runs a hand through his hair. He has a feeling this isn’t going to be resolved by tonight. “I have nothing to hide, okay? I was on bottom, I guess.”

You hum and nod, like you know something he doesn’t and you just caught him.

“So he used to fuck you in the ass?”

Satoru’s growing more and more confused. “So what? Does it upset you that I was with a dude?”

Your jaw drops and you stand, a hurt pinch to your brows. “Of fucking course not, Satoru.”

“Then, what? I get that it was fucked to let you talk to Suguru without knowing. But, you’re mad because I happened not to tell you one person I’ve had sex with?”

“It just makes me feel like,” you exhale, avoiding his gaze, “you didn’t tell me because I can’t give you what he could.”

Satoru’s face expands in shock. He grabs onto your face with both hands and holds it up to look you in the eye. “What do you mean, baby? I fucking love you, you give me everything I could ever want.”

“I can’t give you dick,” you mumble.

“That’s,” he hesitates, searching your face, “That’s what’s bothering you? You think I kept it from you on purpose because I didn’t want you to feel bad for not having a penis?”

The corners of your lips and the pinch in your brows deepens within your pout.

“Oh baby,” he coos deeply, pulling you in to hold you close, unable to let out an airy laugh.

You whine, “Stop laughing at me, Toru!”

He squeezes you harder with a grin and you grumble into his chest.

He exhales, deeply and in content, having you in his arms. “You don’t need to worry about that. I’ve never once wished you had a dick and balls. I would have told you about Suguru, I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I’m sorry I made you feel stupid when he told you.”

You mumble something into him and he hums in question, not hearing you.

You pull back to look up at him as he continues to hold you into his front.

“I said,” you sniffle, eyes gleaming widely, “But I heard guys have their g-spot in their ass. So, that means I’ve never made you feel as good as he can or did.”

Satoru shakes his head. “That’s ridiculous, I’ve never had better sex than with you. C’mon, let’s order food and lay back down.”

Your pout stubbornly gets deeper, like he’s lying to you to protect your feelings.

“Up we go.” He decides for you, picking your body up easily and softly tossing you onto the bed before climbing in behind you.

“Come here baby.” He’s holding you the same way he was before, arms around your tummy. He creeps his hand up your shirt and the second it brushes your breast, you shake your head and nudge it away.

“No, I don’t have the right parts. I just have a stupid hole.”

Satoru whines in frustration, sliding his arms up until he’s holding you just under the swell of your tits so he’s not crossing the line but still able to touch you.

“But I love that hole,” he chirps woefully into your ear, sliding his right hand down to curl inward until it covers your clothed pussy entirely. “My favorite hole.” You can hear a deep frown on his lips.

“This hole is closed for business forever and ever.”

Chills race down Satoru’s spine. “You don’t mean that.”

“Maybe I do,” you shrug, but you’re not making any move to take his cold hand away from your cunt. “Maybe you should call Suguru.”

“Oh baby, please. This is ridiculous.” He groans into your neck, hard cock pressing into the lower part of your asscheek.

You suddenly turn to face him, forcing his hands to retreat so you can comfortably turn.

You look up at him. “Is that what you want? For me to buy a strap?”

He sighs. “Not really,” he mumbles.

“Oh okay. So, just him. Fine.” You’re about to turn your back to him again but he doesn’t let you, grabbing a strong hold of your sides.

“Listen to me.” He looks into your eyes, intensely. “When I push inside of your sweet little pussy, I feel a level of pleasure that exceeds reality. I love fucking your beautiful cunt, made just for me to push into. Do you understand me? I want to dominate your insides over and over and over until you forget what it feels like to be empty— all day, everyday. I don’t need you inside me. I want to fucking live inside you.”

You blink at him owlishly and dumbly chirp out, “Oh.”

“I don’t want you to— you don’t need to buy a fake cock because you think I need it to feel satisfied. If anything, I should buy you a fake fucking cock with how much you wear mine out.” He huffs, rubbing his nose into yours affectionately. “Okay?”

You exhale deeply, body relaxing into his. “Okay.”

He brushes his fingertips down your tummy until he slides his whole hand between your thighs, once again claiming your entire clothed pussy to his palm and long fingers.

“My sweet girl,” he coos as his other hand reaches over you and takes a handful of your asscheek. “My horny, horny girl. You wanna satisfy me so bad, huh?”

You grumble a little, soft hands pushing into his chest futilely as he chuckles.

Satoru hums some random tune soothingly as he kneads your back and ass for a long while, keeping the other hand snug against his favorite hole.

A week later. 10:35pm.

Seeing Suguru again wasn’t on your radar, but here he is, at some a party most of your own friends are at.

You and Satoru enter the party together and walk up to some of your friends crowded in the kitchen around a cooler full of an assortment of canned alcohol and ice.

You hug some of them in hello, starting with Shoko and ending with Toji. Satoru greets everyone with a loud, playful, drawn out, “Hello party people!” before wrapping his arm around cheery Haibara.

You lean down and grab some random fizzy drink from the cooler as everyone greets Satoru in their own unique ways.

“Hey again,” Suguru’s familiarly soft voice greets you with a smile as you stand back up.

“Oh, hey.” You pop open your can. You’re not upset with Suguru, it’s not his fault Satoru left a few bits of information out. Suguru didn’t mean any harm, you know that. He still fucked your boyfriend, though.

He gestures for you to come stand by him so you can chat. You smile and nod before stepping over. Satoru pats your ass sweetly as you leave, not taking his attention off of his idiotic conversation with Nanami, bothering and teasing him like he loves to do.

Suguru nods at your drink. “You like that fizzy sweet shit like him, huh?”

You turn the can to eye the name of it and shrug. “It does the job. How about you? You one of those -dry whiskey with no straw- types?”

He hums a soft laugh with a smile. “Like you said, whatever does the job. But no, not always. I dabble.”

You take a swig of your drink. “I respect that.”

“Hey,” he begins with a sympathetic scratch to the back of his head, “I really hope I didn’t mess things up for you after that conversation we had.”

You chuckle and glance over at Satoru with a loving, affectionate look, watching as Nanami holds him in a headlock that you have no doubt he could get out of if he really wanted to. “No, no. Don’t worry about it, we’re good.”

Suguru hums with a smile on his lips, glad you’re not upset with him for telling you something he figured you’d know.

You turn towards him with a playful smile on your lips. “Anything else you wanna tell me about you and Satoru before the night goes on, though?” you joke, making Suguru throw his head back and laugh.

He comes back down to earth and takes a step towards you, leaning his hip against the counter casually as he eyes your face with a tilt of a smile.

“You’re sexy,” he all but coos down at you, voice soft and deep.

Your brows raise and you huff. “Are you hitting on me right now?” While your boyfriend, who he used to fuck in the ass, is standing a few feet away?

He shrugs and swigs his drink. “I see why Satoru is into you.” An answer that isn’t an answer at all.

“And why is he into me?” You entertain his sillies with amusement.

He exhales deeply, in thought. “Sweet, compassionate, caring, beautiful, loving, funny, a good listener, knows how to cook a warm meal. Am I close?”

He’s playing with you, naming all of the generic compliments one could find on a hallmark card. He doesn’t know you well enough to actually answer, but he knows that he likes to make you laugh. You can’t help but do just that, shaking your head in amusement, and fidgeting with the lip of your can with the same hand that holds it.

“Oh, you’re right on the money. You know me so well,” you say with playful surprise.

He huffs out a few laughs and tilts his drink in dismissal. He licks his lips of the wetness of his beverage.

“So, he mad at me for telling you about our dorm life?”

You inhale and exhale an airy laugh. “He might be.”

“Ohh,” he hums drawn out, amused, but still as soft toned as ever. His brow quirks down at you, “So, you were upset.”

You look away and take a drink with a soft scoff. He wormed that insinuated information right out of you.

He continues, despite your silence. “Because your boyfriend was with a guy?”

You roll your eyes, a ghost of a smile on your lips. “No.”

He hums, head rocking back. “Then..?”

“You should go ask your old dorm mate if you really wanna know,” you land on, like you’d be interested in seeing how that would go.

He hums in contemplation, casually glancing at Satoru. “I’m betting that wouldn’t end well for me.”

You shrug, casually. “Never know until you try.”

“Eh,” he brushes it off, “Why would I do that when my new friend is so fun to talk to?” He might as well have said ‘fun to play with’ instead.

“Oh, friends, huh?” You tilt your head.

“Oh come on,” he smiles back down at you, looming over you a bit so you can smell his nice scent, “We have so much in common. We both like drinking, we’ve fucked the same person, we’re both wearing black clothing, I think you’re sexy, you think I’m sexy— we’re best friends already.”

You make a little expression of surprise, laughing.

“I think you’re sexy? Oh I didn’t know that.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that, my bad. Yeah, you think I’m sexy.” He speaks definitively, clinking his drink into yours in a soft cheers.

You hum dramatically, continuing to go along with whatever he throws out. “Right. Must have slipped my mind.”

He prods once again. “So, new friend, what was it that bothered you about the fact that I’ve had sex with your boyfriend?”

You let out a deep exhale as a thunderbolt of jealousy shoots through your chest, ignoring that wildly observant gaze he’s had locked on you since you came into view.

“Well, how big is your dick?”

Suguru almost chokes on his own spit, not expecting such blunt words. “Oh?” He laughs, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

You’re relaxed as you face the others, watching Nanami’s forehead vein bulge while he grabs hold of Satoru’s collar. Haibara’s laughing and trying to calm him down, though Satoru looks content where he’s at.

“You could go ask Satoru.” Suguru smiles with utmost entertainment, close enough to your side that your arm is brushing his abdomen. He reaches to brush some hair behind your ear and then trails his fingertips down the edge of your ear briefly. “I’m sure he remembers, if you really wanna know, pretty girl.”

Suguru is fucking with you, you’re not stupid. But you think he’s likely doing it for shits and giggles, like he’s testing if you can handle some teasing or if you’ll actually get upset. He might actually be into you too, maybe seeing if you’d fuck him as well, and then he could confidently say he’s been with both you and Satoru.

You take a deep breath and take your eyes off of your friends to face his anticipation.

“Why would I do that when my new friend is so fun to talk to?” You use his own words, making Suguru’s soft smile grow.

“Besides, you know Satoru,” you lean towards him on the tips of your toes and he slouches to meet you halfway, waiting for you to speak into his ear. “His memory is all messed up. He can just never seem to remember not to cum inside me before we go out to a party with all of our friends.”

You can almost hear Suguru’s eyes flicker in surprise.

Suguru exhales slowly as you lean away. You watch him stand up straight as his tongue swipes against his lips. He adjusts his crotch area. “He does have a horrible memory, doesn’t he?”

He’s pleased with your response, clearly, as his eyes flick down to the in between of your legs where you have no doubt, he’s imagining the cum pooling in your panties.

You aren’t sure if you won that conversation or if it was even a competition in the first place. You gesture to the side. “I’ll see you later,” you say politely and he nods with a smile that’s anything but appropriate.

You make your way over to Satoru, Nanami, and Haibara and you can still feel Suguru’s eyes.

“Hey, baby.” Satoru notices your approach immediately, slithering his hand lightly onto your ass like it’s muscle memory.

“You guys mind if I steal him?” You ask a very fed-up Nanami and an energetic Haibara.

“No, we do not.” Nanami confirms deeply, adjusting his glasses with a permanent glare.

Haibara swings his arm to rest on Nanami’s shoulder and gives you a thumbs up. “Go for it!”

You’re already yanking Satoru’s wrist to follow you as you walk. He should be stumbling over those long legs since you’re moving so fast but he’s still keeping up.

“Where are we going?” Genuine curiosity laced with that natural playful air of his.

You don’t answer as you lead the two of you through sweaty, drunk people.

He dramatically puts on a show of stumbling to a stop when you let go of his wrist in some empty hallway upstairs. “Jeez, what’s—”

He ‘hmph’s when you suddenly push him up against the wall— more like when he allowed you to— and you start fumbling with his belt.

“Why do you wear these stupid belts? They’re made out of fucking steel.”

“What’d he say, baby?” His eyes are on your concentrated face while your frantic hands are at work.

You already know who he’s talking about. “He didn’t say anything.” You unlock his belt.

He tilts his head down to eye you better while he tilts your face up. “He bother you again?”

You exhale, looking up into his beautiful eyes and blindly unzipping his pants. “Honestly, I can’t tell if he wants to fuck me or fight me.”

Satoru huffs at your words as you focus back onto his crotch, popping his button open to reveal his pink heart littered boxers. He’s not surprised Suguru is toying with you.

“This is just how he is, he can probably tell he’s getting a reaction out of you.” He caresses the side of your face sweetly as you shove your hand into his boxers. “Want me to do something?”

You shake your head in brief denial as you pull his cock out.

“Want to fuck,” you mumble with most of your focus on jerking his dick to full mast while you maneuver your leg up so your knee and calf is pressing into the wall beside his hip.

“Right here?” he coos with amusement, though he’s actually not even slightly worried getting caught. His large palm aids in holding your leg up without you having to ask. “Didn’t I just fill this hole up? She’s gonna get overwhelmed, baby.”

You give him a scornful pout, pausing. “You don’t want to be inside me?”

He can immediately tell what you’re worried about. You just spoke to Suguru, who has a dick that used to be used on him, and Satoru knows the idea of not having a dick now bothers you. It’s ridiculous, really, but he knows it’s coming from a place of yearning to please him so he leans into you.

“Fuck to the yes I do. If I ever say no to that, shoot me in the head. You hear me?” When your expression gives into a hint of acceptance, he licks the side of your face like a cat and then kisses it. “Gimme that pussy baby,” he mumbles into your skin in a purposefully demanding, playful tone.

The second those words leave his lips, your movements grow desperate and fast again.

You yank your panties to the side and all but shove him into your creamy pussy. He wasn’t even sure this position was possible, it can’t be comfortable for you; not to mention, no foreplay, but you seem to be more than okay with it. His sweet girl is on a mission and he’s more than happy to be collateral.

He groans, head falling back onto the wall with a ‘thunk.’ “Oh man. You’re so slimy.” His previous load surrounds his throbbing cock, your walls are just drenched in it.

You’re breathing sharply as your head spins in your own little world, drunk on the odd interaction with Suguru and your jealous desire to be everything Satoru needs. You somehow start humping his cock to the best of your ability in such a position while your legs shake.

“Fuck,” he groans at the squelch, softly meeting your sloppy thrusts halfway with his hips. His free hand grabs onto the back of your skull and lowers it down till the top of your heads are touching, forcing the both of you to watch your sloppy connection move in and out. “Look at thaaat.”

You whimper as your lips stick to his skin every time his cock fully mounts you and then breaks away with a string of slick and cum each time it withdraws.

“He said,” you pause to take choppy breaths, moving your head up to search for eye contact, “you remember how big his dick is.”

Satoru rolls his eyes but it quickly transforms into an eye roll of ultimate pleasure when your pace quickens with your growing jealousy.

“He— oh fuck— he’s just trying to,” his voice breaks into a moan, hips stuttering, “get under your skin, baby.”

“How big is it?” you persist passionately, slamming your hips down as hard as they can go, resisting your own muscles screaming at you to change positions.

Satoru sputters with parted lips and whited out eyes, hands spasming in utter euphoria that just won’t allow him the ability focus on your important questions.

“Fine,” you stutter, pausing to drop your forehead onto his shoulder to moan, “I’ll just find out for myself.”

Satoru’s eyes snap open. The next thing you know, he’s walking you backward while fucking you the entire way over until your back is slamming against the opposite wall. It’s an utterly awkward stumbling, hopping on one leg situation, but Satoru basically carries you the whole way anyways.

You gasp as your back collides with the wall, urgently grabbing onto his broad shoulders for balance. “Oh fuck! Satoru— wait—”

He shakes his head frantically, hips snapping into yours at an electric pace that’s making the picture frames on the wall desperately hold onto their hinges as they rock aggressively. “You want to ‘find out about his cock?’ Hm? And how are you gonna do that?”

You whine as he playfully and yet aggressively, spat the words into your open mouth, harshly recycling sharp breaths with you between words. “I’m not— I don’t know—”

“Yeah,” he breathes in a cocky tone, interrupting you. You squeal when he slams his entire body weight into a thrust, basically hammering you into the wall behind you, “You don’t know. Your sweet little pussy is not going any where near his cock. Do you understand me?”

You nod eagerly, drooling down your chin as he makes harsh, possessive love to you.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs into yours neck, nodding at your skin before slurping it into his mouth to suck on, meanly.

But then, you’re slipping, legs finally giving out, and Satoru is letting you— in fact he’s going down with you. He just can’t afford to slip out of your cunt, so his one track mind just fucks you all the way down until you’re in deep missionary on the cold, hard floor. You hiss and your back arches at the discomfort of it.

“Don’t tell me to pull out,” he pleads, roughly, shoving your legs down to your chest so he can lean over you and get a deeper angle. “Please, I can’t stop.”

You shake your head and whimper loudly, grabbing onto his frantic hips with shaky hands, feeling his muscles contract and tremble. “Don’t stop, it’s okay— mmfh!— get yourself off.”

He groans loudly and shoves his tongue into your mouth while he takes hold of your skull, large palms encasing it possessively. “Ohh you want that, don’t you? Naughty girl. You know how much I love you and this pussy? I’m about to show you just how much.”

Your hand extends and slams down onto the floorboards, nails digging into the wood, creating marks as you cope with his heavy hips punching into your insides over and over and over. You’re starting to forget why you took his cock out in the first place.

He’s close, you can tell by the way his legs gradually spread out and how he drops a bit too much body weight onto you to get deeper, stretching out the muscles running along the back of your thighs, painfully.

“Ah-ah-ah— shit! Gonna fucking breed all of my load— love into you.”

And then he’s doing just that, chopped up exhales fanning directly into your mouth that sound like an old man finally feeling the relief of taking a piss in the middle of the night. He slobbers all over your face as he cums, smearing his drooling lips against your skin deliberately and you just lay there, whining and basking in it, cunt twisting around the pulsing, invading shaft.

Satoru groans loudly into your ear as he comes down, grinding his hips into yours like he’s churning butter for good measure, making you gasp and groan out a sound full of submissive coping.

“You didn’t cum,” he voices in a relaxed slur, moving up on his forearms beside your head so he can look at your face. You shake your head and bring your hands up to caress his cheeks.

“People might come,” you say shyly, glancing up to look at the exit of the upside down hallway behind you.

“Ha!” he shouts dramatically right into your face, “that’s funny, really. Like I’d fuck your gushy pussy and then just leave you all needy and horny.”

He suddenly pops his cock out of your sensitive, crying, stuffed-full cunt and you both hiss. He quickly crawls his way down to shove his face between your legs.

You jut your chin down to your chest shyly and he shakes his head with an amused chuckle, breath fanning your throbbing clit.

“No way you’re getting all shy now. If someone walks by, it’s on you my little exhibitionist.” Before you can respond, he’s opening his mouth wide with his wide tongue stuck out and obnoxiously encases your pussy within it. He’s not afraid to look ‘ugly’ to give you the stimulation needed to blow your mind.

Your fingers curl into his soft white hair and you moan pathetically as he sloppily makes out with your leaky, nicely bred, sore core. You might be hallucinating, but was that footsteps?

You anxiously glance back at the exit. “B-Baby— I think someone’s coming. Maybe we— ngh!— should go to a room or something.” You tap his head anxiously.

“Yeah, someone is cumming,” he murmurs quickly into your cunt, “you.”

You groan and yank his hair, knowing you’re unable to successfully pull him off even if you wanted to. Satoru has always been firm on the idea: you don’t interrupt a man eating a nice, warm meal. You just don’t.

It’s not long before an orgasm approaches, I mean, obviously. He’s focusing beautifully on the edges of your clit where he knows it’s not too sensitive and actually allows ecstasy to form. Let’s not forget, the adrenaline and pressure to ‘hurry up’ and get an orgasm in before the time is up and someone catches you only hurdles you closer.

Satoru purrs aloud as he eats, always has. It sounds like a cat that’s biting ridiculously large mouthfuls of their food possessively while they warn potential predators around that this is theirs and only theirs. It’s ridiculous and it makes your toes curl and your legs shake.

“I’m so close, don’t— don’t stop.” Your plea makes Satoru’s brows twitch in satisfaction as he works your clit, hands kneading your soft inner thighs.

You nervously glance back at the exit to the hallway and let out a blood curdling gasp when you see none other than Suguru Geto leaning against the wall, watching the scene like it’s some television show as he sips his drink. You’re about to scramble, snap your legs together, and hide yourself, shout, do something, because the delicious idea of getting caught is never as alluring as the brutal reality— but then, Satoru worms two fingers inside to assault your g-spot way past speed limit without changing a thing about the pace he’s licking your clit at, and you just fucking burst with a pathetically drawn out, choppy moan. Your eyes roll and your back arches completely off of the hard floor, it feels as though you had no choice but to fall off the steep cliff and that only makes it more intense.

Oh, bless your heart. Suguru huffs an airy laugh as you spasm, ignoring the incessant throb in his painfully hard cock.

As you finally come down, you blink your bleary eyes at the exit, focusing on it until you can see clearly. You lazily smack at Satoru’s head. “Satoru— get off— someone is—”

Your vision clears and Suguru’s not there anymore, no where to be seen. Satoru lifts his head and licks his lips obnoxiously, climbing up over you and looking over at the area you’re focused on. He laughs and leans in to the side of your face. “I made you cum so hard you’re seeing shit.”

“Wha—What? No, he was— he was right there.” Your brows knit, eyes locked on the exit as Satoru hums noncommittally and peppers kisses onto your neck.

Later, re-joining the party after you cleaned up (Satoru licked your panties and then slid them onto your sore pussy with a pat and a direct order to ‘hold in all of his babies’), you can’t help but steal peeks at Suguru who’s acting completely normal. Satoru’s ego is too large to entertain your claim because apparently his ‘magical tongue’ isn’t called magical for nothing and you fear it would actually crush his big heart if you persisted that it wasn’t actually the orgasm he gave you that made you see Suguru.

Satoru scoops his arms around your body, holding you close. “You okay?”

You nod and exhale deeply, letting your arms wrap loosely around his neck. “I’m okay.”

“You’re not still worried that I want dick in my ass, are you?”

You can’t help but laugh, making Satoru smile, having accomplished his mission to put some warmth on your distant face.

You give him a nice, sweet peck. “No, I can still feel your ‘love’ dripping out of me.” You nuzzle his nose with yours and he chuckles, squeezing your ass affectionately.

“Good. If I knew keeping you stuffed would stop you from pouting, I woulda set up a breeding schedule way sooner,” he hums.

“Hush,” you laugh, shaking your head.

He glances to the side where Suguru is chatting with Nanami, “And anyways, if he actually saw us like you said, he’d be all over you right now, teasing you and getting under your skin.. under your panties too. Trust me, I know him.”

You sigh and nod softly. “Right, yeah. I’m probably just tired, paranoid, I don’t know. Talking to him earlier got me all— bleh.”

He hums an affirmation and softly, adoringly pats at your ass. “I know just the thing. I’m gonna get us something to drink.”

You nod and he skips his way over to the cooler, not missing the chance to flick Nanami’s head and act as though it wasn’t him that did it as he interrogates him.

You huff and shake your head at the sight of your silly boyfriend.

“I hope there’s not anymore trouble in paradise?”

Suguru’s soft voice, much closer than you could have expected, makes you jump and gasp, slapping a hand onto your heart as you face him. “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.”

He chuckles and rocks back on his heels, hands stuffed in his pockets. He leans towards you on the way back to balance on his soles, in that alluring way he seems to do with women— or just you. “Ah— my fault, I didn’t peg you for the jumpy type.”

You exhale deeply as you catch your breath. “I’m usually not.”

He hums with a smile and you clear your throat, looking back towards Satoru as Suguru stands beside you.

“You come over here to chat about your dick size again?”

Suguru snickers with the upmost amusement before exhaling deeply on his last chuckle.

“No, no.” He leans down to your ear and brushes a few fingers down your spine, making you stiffen up, “I wanted to tell you that you might wanna change your pretty little dress.”

You blink, brows furrowing and focus waning from your boyfriend over to his presence engulfing you. “Uh— why?”

The warm hand that isn’t on your lower back reaches down and slides up your inner thigh, making you gasp. A smile crawls on his face and you can hear it as he purrs into your ear.

He holds a few sticky, cum webbed fingers in front of your face. “You’re leaking.”

[baobei-bu]

❌ Go/jo ✅ Go+jo

[deeversuswords]

[riy4hs-equin0x]

THE GOAT HAS ARISENNNNNN🗣️🗣️🗣️

[cathnospam]

Bakugo is a very vanilla guy and it threw you off when you both had sex.

You knew him a while before even dating. Aggressive, loud, wild, moves before he thinks he was a typical hot headed boy, but when you started being more exclusive he didn’t stop with you completely. He can still have his abrasive moments, but when it was finally time for you both to get intimate it was like a switch was flipped.

While kissing his lips were pillowy and soft, they chased after yours even though he was on top of you.

He kissed your cheek so sweetly before trailing down to your neck to suckle on so lightly, a few groans left his mouth followed by a “You taste so good.” from him

His rough hands no longer used for destroying and fighting, but those same hands were tracing the sides of your figure from your neck down to your plush thighs to squeeze. They eventually grabbed your free hand when his lips latched onto your clit for a kiss.

Bakugo has shown you a side of him that you didn’t want to let go. It was new. It was raw. and it was all him.

It made you needy without realizing it.

Your hips jerked harshly against his mouth, his eyes darted up at you, the slimy loud pop sound of him raising his head, “Keep going until you cum.”

Kissing your cheek again—It was jaw dropping literally and figuratively to feel his curious tongue inside you, the vibrations of his groaning making your grip his hair. It was so soft.

You squirted for the first time with a man that never even went down on anybody before.

His kitten licks left your back arching and high pitched pleads of whining leave your throat, “‘Sorry…” was a quick half hearted apology that left his lips.

Your impatience showed more than his did, you wasted no time to press him down against the bed, but he stopped you from returning the favor. He really wanted to just be inside you already, but he didn’t actually say it, his eyes did.

You looked down at his softer features, his pupils dilated and his cheeks sweaty and red, insisting on being on top you knew in the back of your mind he’d probably still take charge seeing how he was already aligning you against his tip.

This side of Katsuki was different and even more attentive, feeling him stuff you full from below you had to take a moment to adjust, he seen the contort in your face, feeling bad….just a little to see you struggle to take him all in.

“You okay?” He whispers against your lips in between kisses, somehow it helps you relax, exhaling a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding you both groaned in satisfaction from the slight tension you both held.

Now he was just holding you.

What started off as the simple cowgirl position transitioned into a lotus, Bakugo just could not let go of your waist and there was no more room for you to get any closer, his hands went from your waist, to your hips to your ass to keep you bouncing on top while still being chest to chest. It got sweaty so fast.

Usually Bakugo complains about the sweat, he hated it even though it was a common occurrence with him, but this was different. His tongue striped up your breast to your neck as you hollered out how close you were, it was the closest to tasting you again he could do right now and he didn’t stop until he found a pretty and visible area to leave a hickey .

“I need to look at you.” Was all you could make out until he slowed down the pace to lay you on your back, his hot forearms caging you under him, you wrap your thighs around his waist to keep the distance between you both still very little.

The skin slapping and moaning was being blanketed over the night with the harsh slams of the bed frame hitting the wall, as his orgasm began to approach extremely quickly at such a surprise his right hand took in yours tightly while he kissed you. It was overwhelming he wasn’t sure to stop or keep going. It was all too much. At the end of it all he was still so gentle, his kisses, his moans in your ear, it wasn’t long until you caught up with him.

You never thought you’d see the side of Katsuki that would kiss and speak “i love you” in his native language repeatedly in your ear while he fills you up, his hips just barely stopping so you aren’t completely overstimulated, but you’d do it all over again to see the tired love struck smile he gave you when he rolled over to your side and held you close.

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