āĖā” Synopsis: Your boyfriend has been extremely busy at work lately, and your needs have been neglected as a result. Itās only when he comes home one late evening to find you in a rather compromising position, that he begins to realise how little attention heās given you lately.
Content: mdni, smut (duh). masturbation, semi-voyeurism(?). Thatās it, read it if you wanna find out. :)
Word count: 3.2k
Pairing: bf!nanami x afab reader
This is starting to get old. You almost want to roll your eyes in response to the dull glow of your phone lighting up with another of Kentoās excuses on your screen. You were genuinely an understanding woman, and you knew he had responsibilities to contend with at work. The last thing you wanted to do was get in the way of his job, but he has been spending so much time at the office this month that you often didnāt see him at all. Heād come home late into the night, when you were already curled up into bed, resigned. It hurts you to be cast aside so often. Even if it was for something as important as his career.
Anyway, it was his fault you felt so unattended. Heād created a monster in the last year since you started dating. He was ever the doting boyfriend, planning date nights on Fridays, waking you up with breakfast and flowers on Sunday mornings. Namami Kento had never fooled you ā you knew he was a busy man. His success was not something that intimidated you. If anything, it was beneficial to your relationship. You were spoiled rotten at his expense (which he enjoyed more than you knew). And, when it came to the bedroom, Kento was eager to satisfy. You had a very active sex-life, and it was this aspect of your life that was starting to bother you the most. Youād been trying to get laid for the last two nights in a row, going to bed in skimpy lingerie, or a tiny satin slip that always rode up in your sleep. It was like you were presenting yourself.
Still, no dice.
You were already asleep, in spite of your best efforts, by the time that he made it in. Nanami, in turn, was too tired to even attempt to wake you for anything more than a quick peck to your temple as he slid in beside you in bed. In the morning, he would be gone before you woke, leaving you with little other than a post-it with his messy scrawl on the fridge. Any other time you would have been happy to distract yourself among the company of friends and family. But, this ā it had been one time too many, and you felt ignored.
MSG from ken <3
hey babe. I hate to do this to you, I know Iāve been staying late really often but it sincerely canāt be helped.
Iāll try my best to get things wrapped up as soon as possible, ok?
Donāt worry about dinner, just take care of yourself for the night.
You let the phone fall from your grasp and onto soft bedding, following it yourself shortly after. You land on your back, and your eyes trail lazily over the pale cream paint on your ceiling. Really, it might as well have been his idea. He was giving you the green light to get your needs under control, after all. And, while you knew that the little bliss your own fingers could potentially give you, would pale in comparison to that thick, heavy cock that sat in Kentoās tasteful trousers, you needed some kind of outlet. It almost felt like a waste. Both on his part and yours ā he wouldnāt get to see your gorgeous body shroud in lamplight, wouldnāt know just how worked up you could get at the mere thought of what sat in his pants. It was his loss. You giggle, worming a dainty hand beneath the band of your cotton panties.
With half-lidded eyes, you try to remember what it feels like, his desire hot and building so steadily it makes the air surrounding you feel weighted. The sensation of his lips on your neck, his broad hands fitted around your body, cupping and stroking and teasing, in all the right places. Nanami was a generous lover, and always ensured that you had at least an orgasm or two under your belt before he even considered pursuing his own gratification. He enjoyed seeing you spilling over yourself in absolute euphoria at his hands.
So, it proves especially difficult to conceive of real, true pleasure without him present. But if nothing else, spite is a magnificent driver, and you boasted a wonderful imagination. Which was now responsible for your nimble fingers working their way around the sensitive bud slowly swelling at the base of your pelvis. Drowsy strokes turn into slightly firmer circles, and though you certainly feel the tensing building in your belly, youāre almost completely silent throughout. Youāre too focused, intent on finding release somewhere.
Then, your fingers start moving faster, the sound of your breath occasionally catching carrying through the otherwise still room. You can feel yourself arching, muscles slack as you bury your hips into the mattress, fingers frantically continuing the pace. Only here, as you feel your climax on the horizon, do you begin to moan uncontrollably.
And this is what Nanami Kento returns home to.
Heād been ecstatic, the moment that email had landed in his over-saturated inbox. It was a rare occasion, but one worth celebrating, He wanted to surprise you. It was only minutes after heād sent you that message, with one hand holding a neat stack of stapled forms, that he saw it. The all-too-rare client rescheduling that grants him the sweet freedom heād been starved of for more days than he could count. He could have let you know that plans had changed, in fact he was sure that youād been quietly resenting him for the last couple days. And, there were few things that Nanami Kento couldnāt handle ā but a tear-stricken girlfriend was not one of them. Regardless, he felt that a romantic gesture was in order to get back into your good graces.
The drive back home isnāt exactly a long one, but it does take him along the path of several shops and stores. One of which, some divine ordinance had granted, was a quaint little flower boutique. After a quick glance of a pre-selected menu of local specialties and seasonal varieties, he settles on an elegant arrangement of blush-toned florals. Itās pretty, if hastily crafted āhe was sure that the clerk was hyper-aware of Nanamiās leg tapping impatiently on the ground. But, it would have to do. The rest of the drive is nondescript, heās not even sure heās registering anything, beyond the absolutely necessary to keep him safe on the road. Heās on autopilot.
How could he not be? Heād finally gotten some semblance of time back in his control, and he wanted nothing more than to spend it worshiping you. The muscled male is almost grinning to himself by the time heās parked in his usual spot, already dreaming about your mesmerising scent enveloping him the moment heās made it through the door. With the bouquet in one hand, he reaches for his keys to unlock the door with the other, when he hears it.
Part of him is nervous, at this stage he canāt decipher the sound and leaps to panic, hoping itās not a cry of pain or anguish. That he wonāt walk in on some intruder harming you. He urges himself to go through the motions faster, but it winds up making him clumsy and heās struggling to get the right key in, when another soft wave of sound erupts, gently muffled by the slated wood he was currently attempting to pry open. He makes it in a brief second later, pausing to leave the flowers on the coffee table, before he makes it up to your shared bedroom. Here, the sound begins to wash over him in a way that rings familiar ā it sends a shock directly south unto his core.
Itās enough to have him rushing up the remaining steps (as silently as he is capable of managing), to peer around the corner of the door frame. The sight is one lifted from his most private fantasies. His mouth is agape, and he begins to feel dirty as he leers at your silhouetted form. But, he couldnāt help himself ā and really, he shouldnāt have had to. Not when you look delectable with only the faintest remnants of your clothing clinging to your ankles and your fingers are glued to your sopping cunt.
Again, he might have interrupted you if youād been doing just about anything else, but heās currently thinking with the wrong head. Already, Nanami can feel the blood pooling, the heady warmth that overtakes him the moment the arousal blooms. His hand is moving before heās even conscious of it, thumb and index finger lightly kneading over the dark fabric of his trousers in small, lazy strokes.
Itās his name that catches him entirely off guards. Sweet as sugar on your velvet tongue, threaded with wisps of ecstasy. āMhmā, he bucks into his hand for the slightest second before soundlessly moving in towards the bed where you lay. With eyes shut, and inhibitions lowered, you really had no reason to suspect any kind of intrusion in this private moment. And true to form, his calloused palms finding purchase along your hips brings a wave of shock through your body. Immediately, your hand retreats as if burned, and you sit up, attempting to cover up what was possible with your thin t-shirt. Itās hard not to act like you were caught in the middle of something ā you had, in fact, been caught after all.
You knew that this man had already seen everything there was to see. The word āshyā wasnāt really a part of your personal dictionary, but you hated being surprised and this certainly had turned every last iota of composure in you loose. āKen!ā you shriek, pulling your legs in closer towards your chest. āIāI didnāt expect you home until later ā you said you were staying late!ā The protest lends you no leverage as he stands there loosening his tie, smug little grin etched onto his lips. āNo, no, continue. Donāt let me interrupt darling. You were clearly very busy before I got here.ā
You want to say something, anything to wipe whatever devious ideas were bubbling from his head. āI want to watch.ā He punctuates with unneeded emphasis ā itās not a request, itās a demand. An order. In the bedroom, in spite of how he bended under the flowering lily of your thumb, Nanami was the judge, jury, and executioner all rolled into a tidy package. You stall momentarily, and this is something he notes with a quiet click of his tongue as he discards his belt, then pants, and lastly the pleated button-down that sat beautifully over his sculpted shoulders. His mere existence was sinful, and entirely the reason you were in this mess, to begin with.
If heād only let you have him earlier.
Youāre still idle when he reaches you, and itās giving him an edge youāre not sure you can handle at the moment. Heād caught you in the middle of riding out that limber high, and youāre on the brink of soreness. But, none of that matters when he lowers himself between your thighs and gently pushes them apart. āDonāt tell me youāre feeling shy now, sweetheart,ā he murmurs, bending low to press his lips onto your temple. You shiver, and his mouth trails down along your jaw, your neck, the valley of your breasts. Sharp eyes stay pointed towards your features as he travels over your body. You felt like you were being devoured whole.
āWell, thatās too bad. Guess Iāll just have to finish what you started.ā
The deep timbre he possessed was something you always found comforting, however in this setting, it feels almostā¦ predatory. A lamb to slaughter, a moth to flame. That is what youāve become. Self-assured as ever, Kentoās moves are decisive ā one hand moulded to the shape of your hips as it holds you steady, while the other brings you closer towards him. You can do nothing but squirm while he drops his head down at level with your dripping pussy. Heās ravenous, connecting his mouth immediately to that wicked lapping heat between your thighs. The jolt launches you into a needy, inebriated stupor and you fight the urge to let out a curse as his tongue rakes over your slit from base to tenderly trembling clit. A gasp erupts from your gaping mouth and earns the quiet rumble of his laughter against you. This was nothing compared to what you could do for yourself earlier, and he knows it.
He has something to prove, not that you ever needed the confirmation. Of course Nanami was better, of course you preferred him over any meagre approximation. But that does nothing to soothe his bruised ego, and really, this intensity it was bringing out of your man ā wasnāt encouraging you to help him overcome it in the slightest. Heās already got you writhing against him, whispering intermittently about how he would show you what that toy couldnāt. āKennn.ā you whine, hips rolling involuntarily to increase the friction between you. āI-I only did it because I missed you!!ā Youāre trying (and failing) to explain yourself so he might offer you some reprieve; youāre overstimulated and only minimally functional. Thereās far too much going on for your heightened senses to process, but through it all you feel pure and unadulterated ecstasy.
Heās slack-jawed, intent on consuming you whole as he works his tongue flat over dripping folds. āMhā¦ tastes sāgood,ā he slurs into slick skin while tilting his head just enough to introduce a better angle for himself, right hand still crushing you down onto him. Pretense no longer feels necessary ā you couldnāt have continued to hold back even if youād wanted to. Your body is responding to him in a way thatās outside of your control. Lissome digits are entangled in his sun-bleached strands, and you canāt help but pull him in even closer, tugging at the blond tresses each time his tongue swirled around you. Keeping the noise contained is no longer of any interest to you, whimpers elapse and dissipate into the surrounding air with building intensity.
All the while, thereās a deep rumbling sitting in the pit of his chest ā the absolute pinnacle of satisfaction. Losing himself between your thighs was reprieve after such a dry spell. You were divinity itself spilling onto his tongue. But, there were other matters to contend with, and he was a man with a plan. As eager as he is to taste your release, at present what he wants most is to ruin you. So, as his steady rhythm brings you close and your muscles clench around him he pries himself from you. Itās no easy task, he has to practically force himself to pull back from your messy cunt.
You want to pout, to smack his arm in playful indignation. But, he wonāt spare even a second for your recovery. Just as youāre reeling from the sudden shift, heās straightening out his spine to stand upright and lining himself up with your entrance. You gasp, immediately taken aback by the pressure of the blunt head that was slowly splitting you apart. āI didnāt say you could finish yet, baby. Slow down.ā You can only whimper in response, trying desperately to grasp at the lean muscles that lined his stomach, in order to pull him to you. But, he wonāt allow it, bracing with both feet firmly planted on the ground. āP-please. I need it s-so bad,ā you attempt to bargain, to plead. Thereās a light chuckle that follows your desperation, heās actually enjoying himself! Nanami could be absolutely lethal when he wanted something, and this was no exception. āWhat is it you want so badly, pretty girl? Say it.ā
Youāre still trembling with the loss of that tangible finale heād rudely denied you, your mind hardly coherent. āI need your cock. In me. Now.ā Every word lands flatly between you, a slap against concrete. He smiles for the briefest second, before shoving all hulking eight inches directly into your core. You could never quite get used to exactly how large the blondās shaft was, but this was every bit the necessary reminder. His pelvis is flush against you, and for a moment you can almost see the strain behind his hazel eyes. It took every ounce of strength he had not to begin pumping immediately. You were just so fucking warm and seeing his cock disappear inside you was making him dizzy. How the hell was he meant to last like this?
Itād been too long and now his body had to re-adjust (as did yours), to how tight you wrapped around him. āFuck,ā he hisses, already compulsively rutting into your heat. No matter how many times heās seen it, your body is insane. He's already talking himself into circles in his head, wondering how the hell he ever managed to score you. Even now, when all he wants is to tear you in half with his dick, some part of him aches to worship. In some ways, any kind of intimacy with you was pious ā after all, what kind of god would put something so sacred on this earth, if not to receive devotion? Heās smiling at his own declaration, while reaching up to caress the supple curve of your breast; thumb sweeping lightly over the taut peak. Immediately, goosebumps erupt on your flesh, and he revels at the sight of you beneath him.
Finally, given the pause for adjustment, he begins to move faster. Longer, harder thrusts that begin to provoke ear-splitting moans from the likes of you. Youād forgotten just how well he fit inside of you, how easily he reached the deepest part of your front wall. Perhaps itād been worth the earliest disruption, just to have his thick cock ramming into you repeatedly, now. His hand is still busy massaging at your nipple, which leaves his hungry mouth free to devour yours. It manages to only muffle your frantic sounds, your union sloppy and needy; embedded with the weeks of silent frustrations endured by both parties. There was so much left unspoken here ā apologies and reproach bleeding slowly into the sweltering fire of your entangled bodies.
At this point youāre not sure if itās the fact that youād already cum once, the fact that heād edged the hell out of you just a few moments ago, or the fact that he felt amazing after so long ā but, your pussy was clenching so much it was embarrassing. You felt your muscles spasm and contract as you attempted to keep yourself from diving off of the proverbial cliff, too soon. āF-fuck,ā he groans against your lips, hips stuttering in response. Heād likely be right behind you, anyway. āIām close, Kenā you whine, pulling back just enough to breathe.
He continues to rock into you, brows furrowed in concentration for a few seconds before one last forceful thrust is given. Your climax is synchronous, resulting in heavy panting as your body falls limp. Still, you feel your cunt milking every last drop of his long-overdue release. Youāre still shaking, when he finally pulls out, shoulders slumping forward as he collects himself. You move to rest your weight on your elbows, slowly pulling your frame closer to the headboard. You were spent, and just wanted to curl into the covers for a second, but heās quick to grab your wrist and keep you where you lay.
āNgh.. where do you think youāre going? I just need a short break. I have a lot to make up for tonight.ā
āĖā” Synopsis: Your boyfriend has been extremely busy at work lately, and your needs have been neglected as a result. Itās only when he comes home one late evening to find you in a rather compromising position, that he begins to realise how little attention heās given you lately.
Content: mdni, smut (duh). masturbation, semi-voyeurism(?). Thatās it, read it if you wanna find out. :)
Word count: 3.2k
Pairing: bf!nanami x afab reader
This is starting to get old. You almost want to roll your eyes in response to the dull glow of your phone lighting up with another of Kentoās excuses on your screen. You were genuinely an understanding woman, and you knew he had responsibilities to contend with at work. The last thing you wanted to do was get in the way of his job, but he has been spending so much time at the office this month that you often didnāt see him at all. Heād come home late into the night, when you were already curled up into bed, resigned. It hurts you to be cast aside so often. Even if it was for something as important as his career.
Anyway, it was his fault you felt so unattended. Heād created a monster in the last year since you started dating. He was ever the doting boyfriend, planning date nights on Fridays, waking you up with breakfast and flowers on Sunday mornings. Namami Kento had never fooled you ā you knew he was a busy man. His success was not something that intimidated you. If anything, it was beneficial to your relationship. You were spoiled rotten at his expense (which he enjoyed more than you knew). And, when it came to the bedroom, Kento was eager to satisfy. You had a very active sex-life, and it was this aspect of your life that was starting to bother you the most. Youād been trying to get laid for the last two nights in a row, going to bed in skimpy lingerie, or a tiny satin slip that always rode up in your sleep. It was like you were presenting yourself.
Still, no dice.
You were already asleep, in spite of your best efforts, by the time that he made it in. Nanami, in turn, was too tired to even attempt to wake you for anything more than a quick peck to your temple as he slid in beside you in bed. In the morning, he would be gone before you woke, leaving you with little other than a post-it with his messy scrawl on the fridge. Any other time you would have been happy to distract yourself among the company of friends and family. But, this ā it had been one time too many, and you felt ignored.
MSG from ken <3
hey babe. I hate to do this to you, I know Iāve been staying late really often but it sincerely canāt be helped.
Iāll try my best to get things wrapped up as soon as possible, ok?
Donāt worry about dinner, just take care of yourself for the night.
You let the phone fall from your grasp and onto soft bedding, following it yourself shortly after. You land on your back, and your eyes trail lazily over the pale cream paint on your ceiling. Really, it might as well have been his idea. He was giving you the green light to get your needs under control, after all. And, while you knew that the little bliss your own fingers could potentially give you, would pale in comparison to that thick, heavy cock that sat in Kentoās tasteful trousers, you needed some kind of outlet. It almost felt like a waste. Both on his part and yours ā he wouldnāt get to see your gorgeous body shroud in lamplight, wouldnāt know just how worked up you could get at the mere thought of what sat in his pants. It was his loss. You giggle, worming a dainty hand beneath the band of your cotton panties.
With half-lidded eyes, you try to remember what it feels like, his desire hot and building so steadily it makes the air surrounding you feel weighted. The sensation of his lips on your neck, his broad hands fitted around your body, cupping and stroking and teasing, in all the right places. Nanami was a generous lover, and always ensured that you had at least an orgasm or two under your belt before he even considered pursuing his own gratification. He enjoyed seeing you spilling over yourself in absolute euphoria at his hands.
So, it proves especially difficult to conceive of real, true pleasure without him present. But if nothing else, spite is a magnificent driver, and you boasted a wonderful imagination. Which was now responsible for your nimble fingers working their way around the sensitive bud slowly swelling at the base of your pelvis. Drowsy strokes turn into slightly firmer circles, and though you certainly feel the tensing building in your belly, youāre almost completely silent throughout. Youāre too focused, intent on finding release somewhere.
Then, your fingers start moving faster, the sound of your breath occasionally catching carrying through the otherwise still room. You can feel yourself arching, muscles slack as you bury your hips into the mattress, fingers frantically continuing the pace. Only here, as you feel your climax on the horizon, do you begin to moan uncontrollably.
And this is what Nanami Kento returns home to.
Heād been ecstatic, the moment that email had landed in his over-saturated inbox. It was a rare occasion, but one worth celebrating, He wanted to surprise you. It was only minutes after heād sent you that message, with one hand holding a neat stack of stapled forms, that he saw it. The all-too-rare client rescheduling that grants him the sweet freedom heād been starved of for more days than he could count. He could have let you know that plans had changed, in fact he was sure that youād been quietly resenting him for the last couple days. And, there were few things that Nanami Kento couldnāt handle ā but a tear-stricken girlfriend was not one of them. Regardless, he felt that a romantic gesture was in order to get back into your good graces.
The drive back home isnāt exactly a long one, but it does take him along the path of several shops and stores. One of which, some divine ordinance had granted, was a quaint little flower boutique. After a quick glance of a pre-selected menu of local specialties and seasonal varieties, he settles on an elegant arrangement of blush-toned florals. Itās pretty, if hastily crafted āhe was sure that the clerk was hyper-aware of Nanamiās leg tapping impatiently on the ground. But, it would have to do. The rest of the drive is nondescript, heās not even sure heās registering anything, beyond the absolutely necessary to keep him safe on the road. Heās on autopilot.
How could he not be? Heād finally gotten some semblance of time back in his control, and he wanted nothing more than to spend it worshiping you. The muscled male is almost grinning to himself by the time heās parked in his usual spot, already dreaming about your mesmerising scent enveloping him the moment heās made it through the door. With the bouquet in one hand, he reaches for his keys to unlock the door with the other, when he hears it.
Part of him is nervous, at this stage he canāt decipher the sound and leaps to panic, hoping itās not a cry of pain or anguish. That he wonāt walk in on some intruder harming you. He urges himself to go through the motions faster, but it winds up making him clumsy and heās struggling to get the right key in, when another soft wave of sound erupts, gently muffled by the slated wood he was currently attempting to pry open. He makes it in a brief second later, pausing to leave the flowers on the coffee table, before he makes it up to your shared bedroom. Here, the sound begins to wash over him in a way that rings familiar ā it sends a shock directly south unto his core.
Itās enough to have him rushing up the remaining steps (as silently as he is capable of managing), to peer around the corner of the door frame. The sight is one lifted from his most private fantasies. His mouth is agape, and he begins to feel dirty as he leers at your silhouetted form. But, he couldnāt help himself ā and really, he shouldnāt have had to. Not when you look delectable with only the faintest remnants of your clothing clinging to your ankles and your fingers are glued to your sopping cunt.
Again, he might have interrupted you if youād been doing just about anything else, but heās currently thinking with the wrong head. Already, Nanami can feel the blood pooling, the heady warmth that overtakes him the moment the arousal blooms. His hand is moving before heās even conscious of it, thumb and index finger lightly kneading over the dark fabric of his trousers in small, lazy strokes.
Itās his name that catches him entirely off guards. Sweet as sugar on your velvet tongue, threaded with wisps of ecstasy. āMhmā, he bucks into his hand for the slightest second before soundlessly moving in towards the bed where you lay. With eyes shut, and inhibitions lowered, you really had no reason to suspect any kind of intrusion in this private moment. And true to form, his calloused palms finding purchase along your hips brings a wave of shock through your body. Immediately, your hand retreats as if burned, and you sit up, attempting to cover up what was possible with your thin t-shirt. Itās hard not to act like you were caught in the middle of something ā you had, in fact, been caught after all.
You knew that this man had already seen everything there was to see. The word āshyā wasnāt really a part of your personal dictionary, but you hated being surprised and this certainly had turned every last iota of composure in you loose. āKen!ā you shriek, pulling your legs in closer towards your chest. āIāI didnāt expect you home until later ā you said you were staying late!ā The protest lends you no leverage as he stands there loosening his tie, smug little grin etched onto his lips. āNo, no, continue. Donāt let me interrupt darling. You were clearly very busy before I got here.ā
You want to say something, anything to wipe whatever devious ideas were bubbling from his head. āI want to watch.ā He punctuates with unneeded emphasis ā itās not a request, itās a demand. An order. In the bedroom, in spite of how he bended under the flowering lily of your thumb, Nanami was the judge, jury, and executioner all rolled into a tidy package. You stall momentarily, and this is something he notes with a quiet click of his tongue as he discards his belt, then pants, and lastly the pleated button-down that sat beautifully over his sculpted shoulders. His mere existence was sinful, and entirely the reason you were in this mess, to begin with.
If heād only let you have him earlier.
Youāre still idle when he reaches you, and itās giving him an edge youāre not sure you can handle at the moment. Heād caught you in the middle of riding out that limber high, and youāre on the brink of soreness. But, none of that matters when he lowers himself between your thighs and gently pushes them apart. āDonāt tell me youāre feeling shy now, sweetheart,ā he murmurs, bending low to press his lips onto your temple. You shiver, and his mouth trails down along your jaw, your neck, the valley of your breasts. Sharp eyes stay pointed towards your features as he travels over your body. You felt like you were being devoured whole.
āWell, thatās too bad. Guess Iāll just have to finish what you started.ā
The deep timbre he possessed was something you always found comforting, however in this setting, it feels almostā¦ predatory. A lamb to slaughter, a moth to flame. That is what youāve become. Self-assured as ever, Kentoās moves are decisive ā one hand moulded to the shape of your hips as it holds you steady, while the other brings you closer towards him. You can do nothing but squirm while he drops his head down at level with your dripping pussy. Heās ravenous, connecting his mouth immediately to that wicked lapping heat between your thighs. The jolt launches you into a needy, inebriated stupor and you fight the urge to let out a curse as his tongue rakes over your slit from base to tenderly trembling clit. A gasp erupts from your gaping mouth and earns the quiet rumble of his laughter against you. This was nothing compared to what you could do for yourself earlier, and he knows it.
He has something to prove, not that you ever needed the confirmation. Of course Nanami was better, of course you preferred him over any meagre approximation. But that does nothing to soothe his bruised ego, and really, this intensity it was bringing out of your man ā wasnāt encouraging you to help him overcome it in the slightest. Heās already got you writhing against him, whispering intermittently about how he would show you what that toy couldnāt. āKennn.ā you whine, hips rolling involuntarily to increase the friction between you. āI-I only did it because I missed you!!ā Youāre trying (and failing) to explain yourself so he might offer you some reprieve; youāre overstimulated and only minimally functional. Thereās far too much going on for your heightened senses to process, but through it all you feel pure and unadulterated ecstasy.
Heās slack-jawed, intent on consuming you whole as he works his tongue flat over dripping folds. āMhā¦ tastes sāgood,ā he slurs into slick skin while tilting his head just enough to introduce a better angle for himself, right hand still crushing you down onto him. Pretense no longer feels necessary ā you couldnāt have continued to hold back even if youād wanted to. Your body is responding to him in a way thatās outside of your control. Lissome digits are entangled in his sun-bleached strands, and you canāt help but pull him in even closer, tugging at the blond tresses each time his tongue swirled around you. Keeping the noise contained is no longer of any interest to you, whimpers elapse and dissipate into the surrounding air with building intensity.
All the while, thereās a deep rumbling sitting in the pit of his chest ā the absolute pinnacle of satisfaction. Losing himself between your thighs was reprieve after such a dry spell. You were divinity itself spilling onto his tongue. But, there were other matters to contend with, and he was a man with a plan. As eager as he is to taste your release, at present what he wants most is to ruin you. So, as his steady rhythm brings you close and your muscles clench around him he pries himself from you. Itās no easy task, he has to practically force himself to pull back from your messy cunt.
You want to pout, to smack his arm in playful indignation. But, he wonāt spare even a second for your recovery. Just as youāre reeling from the sudden shift, heās straightening out his spine to stand upright and lining himself up with your entrance. You gasp, immediately taken aback by the pressure of the blunt head that was slowly splitting you apart. āI didnāt say you could finish yet, baby. Slow down.ā You can only whimper in response, trying desperately to grasp at the lean muscles that lined his stomach, in order to pull him to you. But, he wonāt allow it, bracing with both feet firmly planted on the ground. āP-please. I need it s-so bad,ā you attempt to bargain, to plead. Thereās a light chuckle that follows your desperation, heās actually enjoying himself! Nanami could be absolutely lethal when he wanted something, and this was no exception. āWhat is it you want so badly, pretty girl? Say it.ā
Youāre still trembling with the loss of that tangible finale heād rudely denied you, your mind hardly coherent. āI need your cock. In me. Now.ā Every word lands flatly between you, a slap against concrete. He smiles for the briefest second, before shoving all hulking eight inches directly into your core. You could never quite get used to exactly how large the blondās shaft was, but this was every bit the necessary reminder. His pelvis is flush against you, and for a moment you can almost see the strain behind his hazel eyes. It took every ounce of strength he had not to begin pumping immediately. You were just so fucking warm and seeing his cock disappear inside you was making him dizzy. How the hell was he meant to last like this?
Itād been too long and now his body had to re-adjust (as did yours), to how tight you wrapped around him. āFuck,ā he hisses, already compulsively rutting into your heat. No matter how many times heās seen it, your body is insane. He's already talking himself into circles in his head, wondering how the hell he ever managed to score you. Even now, when all he wants is to tear you in half with his dick, some part of him aches to worship. In some ways, any kind of intimacy with you was pious ā after all, what kind of god would put something so sacred on this earth, if not to receive devotion? Heās smiling at his own declaration, while reaching up to caress the supple curve of your breast; thumb sweeping lightly over the taut peak. Immediately, goosebumps erupt on your flesh, and he revels at the sight of you beneath him.
Finally, given the pause for adjustment, he begins to move faster. Longer, harder thrusts that begin to provoke ear-splitting moans from the likes of you. Youād forgotten just how well he fit inside of you, how easily he reached the deepest part of your front wall. Perhaps itād been worth the earliest disruption, just to have his thick cock ramming into you repeatedly, now. His hand is still busy massaging at your nipple, which leaves his hungry mouth free to devour yours. It manages to only muffle your frantic sounds, your union sloppy and needy; embedded with the weeks of silent frustrations endured by both parties. There was so much left unspoken here ā apologies and reproach bleeding slowly into the sweltering fire of your entangled bodies.
At this point youāre not sure if itās the fact that youād already cum once, the fact that heād edged the hell out of you just a few moments ago, or the fact that he felt amazing after so long ā but, your pussy was clenching so much it was embarrassing. You felt your muscles spasm and contract as you attempted to keep yourself from diving off of the proverbial cliff, too soon. āF-fuck,ā he groans against your lips, hips stuttering in response. Heād likely be right behind you, anyway. āIām close, Kenā you whine, pulling back just enough to breathe.
He continues to rock into you, brows furrowed in concentration for a few seconds before one last forceful thrust is given. Your climax is synchronous, resulting in heavy panting as your body falls limp. Still, you feel your cunt milking every last drop of his long-overdue release. Youāre still shaking, when he finally pulls out, shoulders slumping forward as he collects himself. You move to rest your weight on your elbows, slowly pulling your frame closer to the headboard. You were spent, and just wanted to curl into the covers for a second, but heās quick to grab your wrist and keep you where you lay.
āNgh.. where do you think youāre going? I just need a short break. I have a lot to make up for tonight.ā
āĖā” Synopsis: your boss makes you stay over time every day this week and itās starting to feel like bullying. Youāre fed up with the treatment and decide to strike back. It ends about as well as one could expect.
Content: mdni!!!!, smut (duh). Power imbalance and age gap. Thatās all, read it if youāre inclined.Ā
Word count:Ā 2.3k
Pairing: boss!higuruma, intern/afab reader
āAgain? Sir, respectfully, I donāt see a reason I should have to work overtime today. This is your case, and Iām not on it.ā you huffed, arms folded neatly over your chest. This would be the third time in recent memory that youād been forced to cancel plans in order to stay and get a few extra hours in at the firm. Sure, you were an enthusiastic employee and had worked diligently to earn the favour of your superiors. But, this was crossing a line. āItās my case, and I want your help on it. The experience will be good for you, and Iām sure your program supervisor wonāt complain about you earning some additional knowledge. Exams are soon.ā He reminds you, pulling up your schedule on his desktop.
He was attentive to a fault, you were sure he knew more about your graduation requirements than you did, at this point. Itās infuriating ā youāre really starting to loathe this man. At first, his cold demeanour had pushed you to labour even harder, in order to receive his praise. After all, you did love a challenge. But, it had long since gone past the point of being enjoyable. You wanted your time back, and he was stubbornly in the way of that. āI suppose I donāt have an option.ā You concede, slumping back down into the chair across from him. He beams, triumphant. Youāre certain that youāve never seen the man crack a smile before now, and the realisation makes your vision flare red.
Itās on purpose. Heās been keeping you here, on purpose.
Youāve always had an inkling, but continuously played it off in front of your friends as a joke, giggling as you declared āHe is SO obsessed with me.ā Maybe you should have been taking those claims more seriously. Or, maybe you could tease him about it. You decide on the latter, with Machiavellian malice embedded in even the most innocent of your smiles. āSay, Higuruma-sanā¦ Donāt you have a girlfriend you should be spending your time with instead, or something?ā Youāre careful not to meet his gaze as you idle about with the mess of paper strewn about his desk. Slowly, you thumb through the documents, before stacking them in groups. The silence is weighted between you, though there are trailing sounds of the remainder of office occupants filing out of the building as the work day comes to a close.
āI donāt discuss personal matters at work,ā his rebuttal is curt, his tone even and revealing nothing beyond indignation. āJust sayingā your words trail out in a sing-song fashion, further driving the stake between you. His annoyance is growing ā you can tell by the way his square jaw is set, but something about this image makes you want to goad him further. āIf I had a partner Iād be dying to get back to themā¦ Even if it is at the expense of an intern missing out on some well-deserved education.ā The wan smile that lines your lips manages to push him, ever so slightly, off that tenuous edge. Typically your boss was perfectly composed, never letting his pristine image slip, save for the occasional dry joke at someone elseās expense.
However, at this moment his sights were only set on you. Thin lips had morphed into a completely flat line, his onyx eyes lined with something you could only describe as savagery. You start to wonder if youāve bitten off more than you can chew, when you hear his chair scrape the floor. The sudden, dissonant sound is enough to lift your gaze off the flurry of files before you, and onto his now, standing frame. Sometimes you forget the disparity of your situation. This was one of those moments, Higuruma Hiromi is absolutely towering over your sitting form. You want to stand, but the muscles in your legs have gone slack, and your face loses its colour in quick succession. Itās not like you to feel nervous, but youāre toying with something dangerous.
That much becomes clear, when he cements himself in front of you, the few inches of mahogany the only thing that aided in keeping you sane. Heās too close for comfort and your facade is evaporating rapidly as the seconds pass. āGood thing weāre both single then, huh? Nothing else to rush home to.ā He slams his massive hands down roughly onto the flat surface between you, as if to drive the point home.
āGet back to work.ā
You didnāt want to admit it, but unlocking this rugged, restrained version of your superior is igniting something within you. This unspoken thing that lay between you was beginning to threaten your languid self-control. You couldnāt sit still, and he was starting to notice. āAlright. I think itās time for a break, I feel like youāre starting to get antsy on me. Take five.ā Just like that, heās ushering you out with a dismissive wave of his hand. āNo, no - Iām fine. Iām just trying to keep myself awakeā itās a lie, but it manages to pass over his head without much of an additional fight. āMh, whatever. Itās your time.ā
Except, it isnāt.
Youāve been kept here against your will up until the last couple of minutes that were suddenly of interest to you. You were there on his time, and better yet, at his command. The building had been effectively vacated, save for the two of you. And typically, this was normal. But tonight, thereās an added layer of heat building steadily in the already stuffy room. Higuruma-san was back in his seat, legs crossed leisurely as he leaned back in his chair to examine yet another stack of papers. Every so often, when your gaze lifted, you found him staring at you. Any other man might have backed down, but he kept his leering eyes steady.
āWhy do you keep giving me busywork?ā
There it is, the loaded accusation. He really had no reason to hold you back and he knew it. There were plenty of other interns assigned to menial tasks; after all this was a large firm, they could afford to take on a couple students. But you had been the sole victim of all of these late nights since your arrival. And each and every time, it was he who requested you stay. āYou need the extra practice.ā He states blankly.
āBullshit. Iām at the top of my class. This is basically a favour to the firm, and I already have more than enough hours to meet my requirements.ā You throw back, a tad irate. Plus, what could you possibly learn from this position other than power dynamics? There was nothing that school hadnāt already taught you, and it felt as though the only thing that was continuously rubbed in your face was your lack of āprofessionalismā. Better known as your refusal to serve strictly as an errand girl for all the grimy men in your workspace. They wanted to make you submit.
āI just want to know if Iām being punished based on some arbitrary rule you and your colleagues have drawn up for the interns.ā You really couldnāt help yourself, thereās venom coating your tongue, egging you on. āOr should I be complaining to HR?ā Head cocked in feigned innocence, you proceed to stand, moving over to his side of the desk. Thereās sweat beading by his carved brow ā was he nervous? It was difficult to discern, but youād never been quite so close to him before, in spite of many evenings spent alone. āNone of that. I needed help on certain action items and youāre the most capable. Simple.ā He punctuates, with more emphasis than necessary. The word falls like a knife.
You push onwards.
āYou flatter me, but Iām sure Iām not any more capable than actual practising attorneys, sir.ā He swallows thickly, and you eye the way he tenses with mild fascination. What do we have here? Your teeth sink directly into the plush of your lovely lower lip in order to bite back a chuckle. Things were starting to line up a lot more clearly. āSure, you could say that. But wouldnāt it make more sense for me to burden an intern with something this labourious, than take up the time of a busy co-worker?ā This earns a frown from your direction, you hated it when he made actual sense. And you were just starting to have fun!
āAh, there it is. Gotcha. Iām worth less than a full-time employee. Understood.ā Youāre deliberately twisting his words in an attempt to wear down that staunch attitude. Youāre rewarded with a beautiful scowl perched atop his wonderfully stern features. Thereās tension in the air that threatens to snap at the drop of a hat, youāre not sure if he wants to slap you, or fuck you. Maybe both. Maybe youād like both. āDo you want to piss me off?ā You feel your core spasm.
āMaaaybe.ā
Youāre not sure how control was lost. One second, it was easily resting in Higuruma-sanās capable hands, the next your delicate fingers were deftly wrapped up in the silk of his tie as you pulled him to you, your lips colliding in blazing harmony. His hands travel across your thighs in frenzied, blind hunger before grasping firmly to lift you up against him. Thereās no time for words, all communication is carried out in the movement of bodies. It might be for the best, anyway. Youāre not sure that you could have conjured a single cogent thought, even if your life depended on it. How could your blinding rage culminate into this?
It goes against every fibre of your rational being. Yet, it feels precisely right. The one thing you needed to make all these late nights worthwhile. It's not as if youāre stupid ā you know this man is attractive, if only shielded by that deplorable reticence he refuses to discard. Clearly, heās not a robot, he understands the gravity of your desire coaxing him into your arms. It would have been easier if heād just admitted to finding you irresistible, you thought. All of this talking could have been circumvented by the grip he currently had on your ass.
You wouldnāt have minded staying after hours for this. You think, as he twirls you around with one swift movement of his forearm. Heās got you bent over the amber table-top before you can protest (not that you would have), when youāve got the intoxicating swell of his growing shaft against your bottom. āIs this what you were after?ā His voice is gravel against the smooth shell of your ear, and you can feel a shiver run clear up your spine. āIsnāt that my line? Youāre sneaky, Higuruma-san, I didnāt think you were into cliches.ā You murmur, pushing your hips back against him enough to ease a low groan from the man currently shifting to unzip his pants behind you.
Thereās no sweetness here, no stuttering firsts, or awkward intimacy. All that seeps into the space around you is pure, unadulterated wrath wrapped in passionās murky shadow. Toeing the line between hate and love. There you were, straddled between. Perhaps, this is why you avoid undressing altogether ā it becomes a burden, another hurdle to cross on the way to each other. Much like your titles, your jobs and even your age, all of which had previously been factors in Hiromi attempting to steer clear of you. Much like these aforementioned deterrents, he claws his way through your clothing; starting with your skirt. The fabric of which is gathered roughly around your thighs, all the way up until itās coiled loosely around your waist. Next, he tackles the sheer black tights, saving no sympathy for this easily-replaceable garment and easily tearing a large hole through the gusset, enough to access your panties, and effectively pull them aside.
He feels corrupt, watching himself disappear inside of you. You, in turn, are coming undone around him ā itās a deplorable kind of relief you gain in feeling his cock throbbing through the veiled pressure of your walls. The adjustment is miniscule, then heās moving, rocking slowly at first then morphing into a strict, unrelenting tempo.
Thereās wetness pooling between you, causing deafening reverberations as your skin splits and reconnects. It has you thanking whatever god might be out there, that no one is present to lay witness to the obscenity. Better yet, that no one can see just how much you enjoy it. Your face is flushed a pleasant rosy pink, and youāre having trouble keeping your eyes straight in their sockets as he mercilessly plunges into your heat. Youāve been about as quiet as youāre capable of, still wary about potential cameras recording your head-splitting moans.
But, this is where you start to fall apart. Youāre getting close and you can feel it, your back arching and pushing you up closer against him. Instinctually, one hand flies toward your swollen clit where your ring and middle finger rub vigorous little circles against the sensitive bud. āFuuuuck thatās hot. Play with that pussy for me baby, thatās right.ā he instructs and you follow like the good girl you want to be for him. Heās struggling to keep his sweltering peak at bay in between the sight of your honey-soaked cunt taking his cock from tip to base, and the sporadic sight of your fingers fast at work. He was a dead man.
There was no use delaying what was inevitable, especially as he feels you contract around him in building release. If only he could cum inside, feel your climax trembling to a halt as he rides out his own in tandem.
āIām gonna cum.ā Nope, he had to pull out now.
The thought follows through in erratic floundering motions, first pulling back from you then continuing to pump with his hand until silky pallid drops erupt onto your skin. The warmth is fleeting, but grants you a morbid sense of satisfaction. His weight slumps forward just enough so his forehead falls flat against the blade of your shoulder. For some reason, you almost want to laugh.
āSooooā¦ does this mean I get a promotion, sir?ā
Synopsis: You confess to your childhood friend, Satoru, merely to get it off your chest after so many years of unrequited feelings. Things do not go as planned.
Content: mdni, smut (duh). Thatās it, read it if you wanna find out. :)
Word count: 2.8k
Pairing: bff!gojo, afab reader
āā¦ā¦..oh.ā
Not exactly the reaction you were hoping for, upon telling the absolute love of your life, and what can now only likely be described as your former best friend, that you love him. The silence is resolute, if you focus for long enough youāre sure you can hear the dull thrum of your heart in your throat. āSorry.ā You scramble, trying to find the words to soothe over whatever emotions were brewing in Satoruās eyes before heād even had a chance to name them. āSorry. It was a joke. A poorly executed one, if that makes it any better.ā You shrug, stopping a few strides behind his lithe form, clad in dark wash denim and a plain black t-shirt. Youāre unable to look him in the eye just yet. āHey, I think Iām going to head back now - itās getting quite late anyway and I should probably get ready for work tomorrow.ā
This seemingly sends him off the edge, the lissome young man turning on heel almost immediately after the last word was uttered. It takes all of two steps for him to close the distance between them again, calloused palms decisively placed atop your narrow shoulders. āItās mutual.ā He manages through gritted teeth, icy blue eyes briefly scanning over your dimly-lit features before his head is ducked just enough to press his lips to the curve of yours.
Holy shit.
It was obvious to any onlooker that youād always had your eyes set on Gojo Satorou, through trials and tribulations youād seen him through many short-lived romances in the last few years. He never seemed to catch on to your advances, though he hated seeing you with any other men. It was causing so many problems between you, that youād had to stop seeing him for the last few weeks. His behaviour had devolved into a possessive nature youād never seen the man display before. But he still wouldnāt stop seeing other women. It was driving you insane, and sending all kinds of mixed signals.
In fact, youād almost said no to seeing him today, but after a prolonged internal battle, you finally responded to his message ā determined, to put a stop to all of this unnecessary tension. The worst that might happen is a rejection (and potentially ruining decades of friendship, but you could deal with the aftermath in the future).
Youād been preparing yourself for failure, in spite of the tiny voice in your head that insisted he had to feel something. Hearing this single sentence of agreement is sending your nervous system into orbit. Itās hard to feel present right now ā youāre thinking of all the implications, deciding what aspects of your relationship will need to change now that this is out in the open. And he can definitely tell, his features contorting into some measure of displeasure the moment you step away and break contact. āHey, this isnāt making me feel very confident in what you just told meā¦ or was it actually a joke to you?ā Youāve hurt his feelings now, this much is obvious, but youāre so wrapped up in your thoughts that producing structured sentences feels like a challenge at the moment āHello?ā He waves his hand in front of you. āWaitā¦ Hold on. Itās mutual?ā You murmur, almost surprised to hear the words spill out of your mouth again. āIs that not what I just said??? I love you, too. Idiot.ā
āPause, my breathing feels kinda funny,ā You manage in response, the half truth pushing past your lips as you stumble back another step.
āAre you sure I donāt need to take you to a doctor?ā Heās genuinely worried, you can tell by the crease in his brow, although thereās still an edge of humour in his tone now that youāve been brought to his home safely. āNo, no. Itās fine Iām just in shock, I guess. I didnāt think a confession from me would play out that way.ā
āWere you expecting a rejection? Cāmon donāt be stupid, our parents have been wanting us together since we were in diapers. That level of familiarity has to mean something, doesnāt it? I know you. You know me. Intimately.ā He plops down on the edge of the bed, facing away from your extended frame on the lateral side. The confusion is fading, thereās some level of acceptance now. āWell, yeah.. But their desires for our future are independent of our feelings, yāknow.ā Slowly, you sit up, putting your weight onto your elbows first, then palms, until you're finally upright. Then, you inch forward, curling up against his broad back, arms loosely draping over his shoulders. āPlus, I wouldnāt say itās been intimate between us.ā
āThat can definitely be arranged.ā He laughs at the retort, but thereās clearly some truth to the statement, because he brings one hand up to clasp around your wrist, his thumb brushing light circles around the back of your palm. An invitation.
This feels like a game of cat and mouse. Both seeing how far they can toe the line before the other snaps. And though youāre used to his touch by now - it feels different this time. Thereās almost an electric undercurrent, clouding even your most level-headed thoughts. Your head is buzzing, and the scent of his cologne is intoxicating, the rhythmic stroking of his thumb being the only thing that grounds you in the moment. Do it. Your head tilts forward onto the crook of his neck, plush tiers stamping a series of open-mouthed kisses along the curve of his jaw, down until you meet the fabric obscuring his clavicle.
Thereās a sharp inhale from his mouth, the moment that your lips fall upon his skin, and his head lulls back to expose more of that pale satin throat. āWhy not start now, then?ā You tease, dragging your hands down his chest slowly, exploratory. He could have been an angel, the way the light curled off brilliant white tresses. āNot fairā He murmurs quietly, leaning into your touch with rapidly building anticipation. Not fair? He was one to talk. This was the stuff of dreams ā in fact, youāre sure youāve seen this exact image before, felt his smooth skin beneath your hungry palms. To think that all of this desire was laid out taut before you, visible - as though it had always been there, waiting for the surface to crack.
He loves you.
It should be enough, but now that you have this you canāt help but want more. And more comes readily, as though heās reading your mind, Satoruās hands find purchase along your forearm, bringing your figure around and on top of him with measured ease. You gasp at the disruption, your mouth was still on him just milliseconds before and the empty space that replaces his body comes like a dousing of cold water. Itās all happening too quickly, the shock is replaced by immediate gratification in the form of his lips slotting perfectly between yours. Thereās desperation bleeding through in the hungry rhythm of your union, enough to make the normally poised, ivory headed Satoru stumble through the motions of undressing you.
Meanwhile, your thighs are pressed against him and thereās heat building between your legs thatās impossible to ignore. You can feel his cock growing against you, the weight of your hips eliciting a barely-audible moan against your mouth before he pulls away enough to lift your shirt up and away, where it falls forgotten beside your bed. Your hips roll just enough to add some more friction. āFuckā, he groans, involuntarily bucking up to meet you. āIāve been waiting for this.ā Thereās a cocky grin etched on his lips as he looks up at you, cascading lashes illuminated by the shitty night-stand lamp. You worm a hand between you, firmly cupping the print of his length behind the rough denim. āI can tell.ā You tease, though you can feel your cunt clench at the mere idea of him imagining this moment, just as you had done for all those endless nights.
Your next movements are swift, as nimble fingers undo the zipper of his pants, jumping up from your spot on his lap to help him wiggle out of the fabric. Heās prompt to return the favour, and now several layers of clothing elapse on the floor, thereās a brief pause as he eyes you, taking in the porcelain clarity of your lovely skin, etching every curve into memory. Blood floods your face a bright crimson as you remember that a mere few hours prior, this man had been your best friend. In an alternate universe the idea stayed just that, and heād be complaining to you about whatever ex was the latest drama.
But today, heās yours. This is something you donāt take lightly, and you aim to show him so. Exercising more strength than you were aware of possessing, you push him back onto the bed in one agile movement. Thereās moderate surprise creeping onto his angelic features but it only compels you to keep going, hungrily raking thin digits over his thighs. The last barrier between you is his boxers, and theyāre quite frankly, not doing the best job of keeping himā¦ contained.
Youād always imagined he would be big ā I mean stature alone was enough to have even the most celibate minds wandering. And now you have your confirmation. The waistband of his boxers is curled up tight in your hand as you pull downwards, exposing his girth to the cool air. Then you bob downwards, tongue flat as you drag down his length, and up again to the tip, making wispy swirls as you put your eyes on him. Just like that heās a puppet on your string, and he knows it. The heat of your mouth is sudden and all-consuming, his reaction entirely involuntary. Thereās a quick spasm from his hips, and a delicious moan that follows suit, which only further incentivizes you to continue. āGod, baby. Your mouth feels so fucking good.ā He groans, his head lulling back in absolute bliss.
Thereās still an undercurrent of nerves that carries your every movement ā you want to make sure he feels as good as he sounds to you at this moment. You want him to collapse under the weight of his own pleasure, all at the mercy of your hands (and mouth). What you may have lacked in experience, you made up for with enthusiasm, slowly trailing down, then back up again with a light suction, tongue perched up against the underside of his cock. āMhm thatās a good girl, show me how much you wanted this,ā he breathes, left hand lifting to settle at the base of your skull while you work. His hands are thatched into silken strands as he pumps up, unable to keep still any longer.
Was this what heād been missing out on all this while?
Seeing you in the wavering moonlight stirs something quiet in the depths of his psyche. Heās never been so greedy for anything else in his life, but this ā you, so profane in your wicked splendour, so pretty with your gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock. āMhh, ām gonna comeā he slurs, and you quicken your pace just a tad, pushing him over that tenuous edge with a glint of satisfaction in your features as warmth erupts, spilling down your chin in thick droplets.
āYouāre going to fucking kill me,ā he concedes, a glance in your direction already sending him down another spiral. And heās angry, genuinely fucking mad at his own dick and the way it pulsates at the mere sight of you. It makes you want to giggle, and you might have, if heād given you a chance to move at all. But just as youāre catching your breath, heās moving to close the distance between you, turning the tables. Youād not even considered the idea that there would be more. This had been an introduction, a taste test (no pun intended). Afterall, there would be more than enough time to catch up on all the time you missed out on, by awkwardly avoiding your respective feelings.
But, who could blame him for being impatient? You, a burning pyre lit for his worship, your thighs as communion, your cunt a revelation. It should come as a surprise to no one, just how much wetness had pooled in the thin fabric of your panties. Even so, heās melting at the implication, the silhouette of the mound carefully traced beneath gossamer. He runs a careful digit along the clothed slit before resting it against the sensitive bud of nerves lining the top of your entrance. Your entire body tenses, a pathetic whimper elapsing from plush tiers before you had a chance to stop it. āOh? You like that, do you, baby?ā The way he grins is downright filthy, and it's enough to send your already soaking pussy into overdrive. Heād always been annoyingly arrogant, but at present, it feels appropriate.
Silence isnāt enough of an answer for the sapphire-gazed male, and heās already upping up the ante, lining up with your eager hole, teasing you with the head of his length firmly against your clit. āOr is this what youāre waiting for? Speak up now doll, use your words.ā He commands with surprising authority. Itās enough to make your head spin - you hadnāt noticed youād been quiet up until now, holding back what little your brain could conjure in pure appreciation of what was going on before your eyes. āPlease,ā you plead, scrambling around for enough words to string into a coherent sentence āI canāt take it anymore, I need you inside me.ā A switch is flipped inside the man you once knew; Satoru was something new entirely.
Consumed by the urge to fuck you stupid.
Itās momentary, but thereās a loss of composure. Itās in the way he rushes to adjust himself, hands immediately latching onto your hips to bring you closer to, and onto him. Itās immediate relief to burning need in your core, but what follows is a slow, sweet guidance; the mirage before cataclysm. Hereās where it really hits. Heās fucking massive, and itās almost painful to stretch around him at first, but heās gentle, for both of your sakes. If he moved too quickly, he was sure heād cum right then, with you moulded to the shape of his cock. The thought makes him roll his hips ever so slightly, and you involuntarily clamp down on him harder.
Itās simultaneous, the pleasure coaxing symphonic, lilting moans from the likes of your both. Youāre mentally cursing yourself for being stupid enough to wait until now to confess your feelings. To think, you could have spent innumerable nights like this, his forehead pressed to yours, sweat slicked bodies notched into each other like nested spoons. āYouāre so tight baby..ā He gasps, nearly choking on his own breath while his hips sputter. Your body has managed to adjust around him, slowly rocking beneath his muscular frame. āMore. I want more Satoru, please.ā You murmur, lurching upwards towards his neck, to flutter the words against the shell of his ear, before drawing down onto the velvet of his throat.
Youāre debased, surely. But, you canāt find it in you to care as he slides both arms up and against the small of your back, pulling you closer to him until the swell of your breasts are pressed flat against his chest. . Youāre angled into him in a way that makes it all too easy for him to hit that cavernous depth where that spot sat. It sends your entire body into sweet suffusing tremors.
All the while his thrusts are speeding up. That gentle rhythm is gone, replaced instead by erratic, hungry movements that blur from one into the next. Satoruās hand is shoved between your bodies, thumb finding purchase against your clit in hurried strokes. Youāre almost embarrassed at the way your body is responding to him, the sounds it makes. Falling in tandem with each languid, rutting wave of his cock up into your heat. Youāre close now, and your hands know it, with carefully manicured nails sweeping over his shoulders and embedding themselves into supple flesh.
You wanted to leave a mark, a memory of this unholy, ravenous sin.
Youāre both too focused on the sensations you bring forth from one another, words have been discarded in lieu of body language. Itās not as though you can even make sense of your own thoughts for long enough to say anything, anyway. And you're enjoying the steady, rapid increase of his ragged breaths. The way he gets lost in you, uncontrolled urges culminating into this singing, dulcet release, you clutch at him, writhing in the abysmal rapture of your orgasms colliding. Youāre breathless, the sheets are soaked, and heās disintegrating on top of you.
āĖā” hey, hi, hellooooo! i just want to say thanks for the love on the recent one shots!
i've been writing a lot in rapid succession because i have a bunch of ideas, so i'll keep it coming at a similar pace until I run out of steam. (lol) i've mostly been doing jjk men since that's a.) popular, and b.) something i just finished catching up with, so it's pretty relevant to my lil' writer's heart. BUT, i do wanna dive into some other fandoms.
that being said!!! please let me know if there's something you're interested in seeing from me.
you can read my most recent spicy jjk fic about higuruma here. ā”
āĖā” Synopsis: your boss makes you stay over time every day this week and itās starting to feel like bullying. Youāre fed up with the treatment and decide to strike back. It ends about as well as one could expect.
Content: mdni!!!!, smut (duh). Power imbalance and age gap. Thatās all, read it if youāre inclined.Ā
Word count:Ā 2.3k
Pairing: boss!higuruma, intern/afab reader
āAgain? Sir, respectfully, I donāt see a reason I should have to work overtime today. This is your case, and Iām not on it.ā you huffed, arms folded neatly over your chest. This would be the third time in recent memory that youād been forced to cancel plans in order to stay and get a few extra hours in at the firm. Sure, you were an enthusiastic employee and had worked diligently to earn the favour of your superiors. But, this was crossing a line. āItās my case, and I want your help on it. The experience will be good for you, and Iām sure your program supervisor wonāt complain about you earning some additional knowledge. Exams are soon.ā He reminds you, pulling up your schedule on his desktop.
He was attentive to a fault, you were sure he knew more about your graduation requirements than you did, at this point. Itās infuriating ā youāre really starting to loathe this man. At first, his cold demeanour had pushed you to labour even harder, in order to receive his praise. After all, you did love a challenge. But, it had long since gone past the point of being enjoyable. You wanted your time back, and he was stubbornly in the way of that. āI suppose I donāt have an option.ā You concede, slumping back down into the chair across from him. He beams, triumphant. Youāre certain that youāve never seen the man crack a smile before now, and the realisation makes your vision flare red.
Itās on purpose. Heās been keeping you here, on purpose.
Youāve always had an inkling, but continuously played it off in front of your friends as a joke, giggling as you declared āHe is SO obsessed with me.ā Maybe you should have been taking those claims more seriously. Or, maybe you could tease him about it. You decide on the latter, with Machiavellian malice embedded in even the most innocent of your smiles. āSay, Higuruma-sanā¦ Donāt you have a girlfriend you should be spending your time with instead, or something?ā Youāre careful not to meet his gaze as you idle about with the mess of paper strewn about his desk. Slowly, you thumb through the documents, before stacking them in groups. The silence is weighted between you, though there are trailing sounds of the remainder of office occupants filing out of the building as the work day comes to a close.
āI donāt discuss personal matters at work,ā his rebuttal is curt, his tone even and revealing nothing beyond indignation. āJust sayingā your words trail out in a sing-song fashion, further driving the stake between you. His annoyance is growing ā you can tell by the way his square jaw is set, but something about this image makes you want to goad him further. āIf I had a partner Iād be dying to get back to themā¦ Even if it is at the expense of an intern missing out on some well-deserved education.ā The wan smile that lines your lips manages to push him, ever so slightly, off that tenuous edge. Typically your boss was perfectly composed, never letting his pristine image slip, save for the occasional dry joke at someone elseās expense.
However, at this moment his sights were only set on you. Thin lips had morphed into a completely flat line, his onyx eyes lined with something you could only describe as savagery. You start to wonder if youāve bitten off more than you can chew, when you hear his chair scrape the floor. The sudden, dissonant sound is enough to lift your gaze off the flurry of files before you, and onto his now, standing frame. Sometimes you forget the disparity of your situation. This was one of those moments, Higuruma Hiromi is absolutely towering over your sitting form. You want to stand, but the muscles in your legs have gone slack, and your face loses its colour in quick succession. Itās not like you to feel nervous, but youāre toying with something dangerous.
That much becomes clear, when he cements himself in front of you, the few inches of mahogany the only thing that aided in keeping you sane. Heās too close for comfort and your facade is evaporating rapidly as the seconds pass. āGood thing weāre both single then, huh? Nothing else to rush home to.ā He slams his massive hands down roughly onto the flat surface between you, as if to drive the point home.
āGet back to work.ā
You didnāt want to admit it, but unlocking this rugged, restrained version of your superior is igniting something within you. This unspoken thing that lay between you was beginning to threaten your languid self-control. You couldnāt sit still, and he was starting to notice. āAlright. I think itās time for a break, I feel like youāre starting to get antsy on me. Take five.ā Just like that, heās ushering you out with a dismissive wave of his hand. āNo, no - Iām fine. Iām just trying to keep myself awakeā itās a lie, but it manages to pass over his head without much of an additional fight. āMh, whatever. Itās your time.ā
Except, it isnāt.
Youāve been kept here against your will up until the last couple of minutes that were suddenly of interest to you. You were there on his time, and better yet, at his command. The building had been effectively vacated, save for the two of you. And typically, this was normal. But tonight, thereās an added layer of heat building steadily in the already stuffy room. Higuruma-san was back in his seat, legs crossed leisurely as he leaned back in his chair to examine yet another stack of papers. Every so often, when your gaze lifted, you found him staring at you. Any other man might have backed down, but he kept his leering eyes steady.
āWhy do you keep giving me busywork?ā
There it is, the loaded accusation. He really had no reason to hold you back and he knew it. There were plenty of other interns assigned to menial tasks; after all this was a large firm, they could afford to take on a couple students. But you had been the sole victim of all of these late nights since your arrival. And each and every time, it was he who requested you stay. āYou need the extra practice.ā He states blankly.
āBullshit. Iām at the top of my class. This is basically a favour to the firm, and I already have more than enough hours to meet my requirements.ā You throw back, a tad irate. Plus, what could you possibly learn from this position other than power dynamics? There was nothing that school hadnāt already taught you, and it felt as though the only thing that was continuously rubbed in your face was your lack of āprofessionalismā. Better known as your refusal to serve strictly as an errand girl for all the grimy men in your workspace. They wanted to make you submit.
āI just want to know if Iām being punished based on some arbitrary rule you and your colleagues have drawn up for the interns.ā You really couldnāt help yourself, thereās venom coating your tongue, egging you on. āOr should I be complaining to HR?ā Head cocked in feigned innocence, you proceed to stand, moving over to his side of the desk. Thereās sweat beading by his carved brow ā was he nervous? It was difficult to discern, but youād never been quite so close to him before, in spite of many evenings spent alone. āNone of that. I needed help on certain action items and youāre the most capable. Simple.ā He punctuates, with more emphasis than necessary. The word falls like a knife.
You push onwards.
āYou flatter me, but Iām sure Iām not any more capable than actual practising attorneys, sir.ā He swallows thickly, and you eye the way he tenses with mild fascination. What do we have here? Your teeth sink directly into the plush of your lovely lower lip in order to bite back a chuckle. Things were starting to line up a lot more clearly. āSure, you could say that. But wouldnāt it make more sense for me to burden an intern with something this labourious, than take up the time of a busy co-worker?ā This earns a frown from your direction, you hated it when he made actual sense. And you were just starting to have fun!
āAh, there it is. Gotcha. Iām worth less than a full-time employee. Understood.ā Youāre deliberately twisting his words in an attempt to wear down that staunch attitude. Youāre rewarded with a beautiful scowl perched atop his wonderfully stern features. Thereās tension in the air that threatens to snap at the drop of a hat, youāre not sure if he wants to slap you, or fuck you. Maybe both. Maybe youād like both. āDo you want to piss me off?ā You feel your core spasm.
āMaaaybe.ā
Youāre not sure how control was lost. One second, it was easily resting in Higuruma-sanās capable hands, the next your delicate fingers were deftly wrapped up in the silk of his tie as you pulled him to you, your lips colliding in blazing harmony. His hands travel across your thighs in frenzied, blind hunger before grasping firmly to lift you up against him. Thereās no time for words, all communication is carried out in the movement of bodies. It might be for the best, anyway. Youāre not sure that you could have conjured a single cogent thought, even if your life depended on it. How could your blinding rage culminate into this?
It goes against every fibre of your rational being. Yet, it feels precisely right. The one thing you needed to make all these late nights worthwhile. It's not as if youāre stupid ā you know this man is attractive, if only shielded by that deplorable reticence he refuses to discard. Clearly, heās not a robot, he understands the gravity of your desire coaxing him into your arms. It would have been easier if heād just admitted to finding you irresistible, you thought. All of this talking could have been circumvented by the grip he currently had on your ass.
You wouldnāt have minded staying after hours for this. You think, as he twirls you around with one swift movement of his forearm. Heās got you bent over the amber table-top before you can protest (not that you would have), when youāve got the intoxicating swell of his growing shaft against your bottom. āIs this what you were after?ā His voice is gravel against the smooth shell of your ear, and you can feel a shiver run clear up your spine. āIsnāt that my line? Youāre sneaky, Higuruma-san, I didnāt think you were into cliches.ā You murmur, pushing your hips back against him enough to ease a low groan from the man currently shifting to unzip his pants behind you.
Thereās no sweetness here, no stuttering firsts, or awkward intimacy. All that seeps into the space around you is pure, unadulterated wrath wrapped in passionās murky shadow. Toeing the line between hate and love. There you were, straddled between. Perhaps, this is why you avoid undressing altogether ā it becomes a burden, another hurdle to cross on the way to each other. Much like your titles, your jobs and even your age, all of which had previously been factors in Hiromi attempting to steer clear of you. Much like these aforementioned deterrents, he claws his way through your clothing; starting with your skirt. The fabric of which is gathered roughly around your thighs, all the way up until itās coiled loosely around your waist. Next, he tackles the sheer black tights, saving no sympathy for this easily-replaceable garment and easily tearing a large hole through the gusset, enough to access your panties, and effectively pull them aside.
He feels corrupt, watching himself disappear inside of you. You, in turn, are coming undone around him ā itās a deplorable kind of relief you gain in feeling his cock throbbing through the veiled pressure of your walls. The adjustment is miniscule, then heās moving, rocking slowly at first then morphing into a strict, unrelenting tempo.
Thereās wetness pooling between you, causing deafening reverberations as your skin splits and reconnects. It has you thanking whatever god might be out there, that no one is present to lay witness to the obscenity. Better yet, that no one can see just how much you enjoy it. Your face is flushed a pleasant rosy pink, and youāre having trouble keeping your eyes straight in their sockets as he mercilessly plunges into your heat. Youāve been about as quiet as youāre capable of, still wary about potential cameras recording your head-splitting moans.
But, this is where you start to fall apart. Youāre getting close and you can feel it, your back arching and pushing you up closer against him. Instinctually, one hand flies toward your swollen clit where your ring and middle finger rub vigorous little circles against the sensitive bud. āFuuuuck thatās hot. Play with that pussy for me baby, thatās right.ā he instructs and you follow like the good girl you want to be for him. Heās struggling to keep his sweltering peak at bay in between the sight of your honey-soaked cunt taking his cock from tip to base, and the sporadic sight of your fingers fast at work. He was a dead man.
There was no use delaying what was inevitable, especially as he feels you contract around him in building release. If only he could cum inside, feel your climax trembling to a halt as he rides out his own in tandem.
āIām gonna cum.ā Nope, he had to pull out now.
The thought follows through in erratic floundering motions, first pulling back from you then continuing to pump with his hand until silky pallid drops erupt onto your skin. The warmth is fleeting, but grants you a morbid sense of satisfaction. His weight slumps forward just enough so his forehead falls flat against the blade of your shoulder. For some reason, you almost want to laugh.
āSooooā¦ does this mean I get a promotion, sir?ā
āĖā” Synopsis: You leave your boyfriend for a night out with the girls, and he simply canāt wait until you return.
Content: mdni, smut (duh). Thatās all, read it if youāre curious
Word count: 1.8k
Pairing: bf!choso, afab reader
Youād only been out for all of two hours, when your phone was flooded with sudden staccato vibrations ā the tell-tale sign of your belovedās impatience. Itās habitual. You know you promised your friends that youād be present all evening, but you just couldnāt let the moment pass without alleviating your curiosity. What if Choso had hurt himself? (He hadnāt) Or, what if he had run into some kind of trouble? (He hadnāt) Who cared that you were at a fancy restaurant? You could visit it again another time. Besides, youād been good the entire time until now! You just want to check in, you convince yourself.
The two of you were obsessed.
After all, you only started dating officially a few months ago, and the novelty of the situation had yet to wear off. Not that you thought the sweet, cherubic boy you called yours, was through with you any time soon. Kamo Choso, over you? Swine would sprout wings and fly before that ever had even the slightest percentage of probability in its favour. The man was wrapped around your little finger. Just the way you liked it. You grinned, the thought eagerly prompting you to fish the over-sized device from your pocket.
MSG from: Cho ā”
Babeeeee
When are you coming home? :(
I miss u! I know I said I was going to try and nap through it but idk what I was thinking
We both know I canāt sleep without u
Instinctively, you chuckle. Heās such a dork. You want to respond as fast as possible, you imagine him pacing a path over his bedroom floor while he waits. You werenāt heartless enough to interrupt the evening by blatantly spending time on your phone away from the group, so you eye the back of the establishment for a quiet reprieve. A quick glance is shared with your best friend followed by an apologetic smile. Then, you proceed to duck away to the bathroom while the rest of the table is wrapped up in desert, furiously tapping all the while.
MSG to: Cho ā”
Dinnerās almost over baby
You said you were going to be patient :c
MSG From: Cho ā”
I meannnn. I was?
until now anyway
MSG to Cho ā”
be good and Iāll let you eat it tonight
There it was. Pregnant pause ā you can sense him thinking, miles away and already in a delectable panic. You loved making him squirm, and the mere thought of him pleading for your touch later that evening was enough to spread a pleasant flush across your cheeks. You loved watching him drool at your feet, pliant and overcome with need.
MSG from Cho ā”
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itās going to be really hard for me to wait nowā¦
Now you've done it. Itās the image of his hardening cock, sheathed in the pale blue cotton of the pajamas youād gifted him earlier that week. He looked good in anything, but the sheer imprint of your boyfriendās length is making you salivate ā you wanted the night to be over so you could get back to more important matters. You put your phone back into your pocket, find your dinner party, and excuse yourself for the evening after a flourish of hugs and goodbye kisses. You could not get home fast enough.
āYouāre naughty,ā you holler from the entrance of his apartment, spare key dangling loosely in your grasp. You wait just long enough to close the door behind you, before making the declaration, toeing off your shoes by the frayed doormat he refuses to replace. Heās somewhere in the kitchen, when you make your way in. You can hear him clumsily clamouring about, attempting to put things in some measure of order before booking it into the hallway and towards your frame at the doorway. āI just missed you so much!ā he whines, his lilting voice closing out into a sullen pout as he wraps his arms around you. The warmth of his embrace envelopes you instantly, and just like that youāre melting against his broad chest.
You donāt even make it to his bedroom.
The sofa in the living room will suffice, after all you really only needed a semi-solid surface to melt into, together. The air is heady with the weight of desire clinging to your every move. āSit on my face. Please.ā His tone is serious, not quite a demand so much as a plea ā messily strewn over his pretty features. You loved it when he looked at you like this, all hard edges and loss of control. Heās almost feral, the moment you nod your head ā itās the slightest of motions, but he latches onto it immediately, laying himself flat underneath you as if instinct. Ritual.
Choso is getting antsy. It's literally been milliseconds, but you watch him fidget in distress as you wiggle out of your miniskirt, the sight of him alone sending the slightest ripple of a shiver down your spine. Thereās no time for nerves, heās frantic and as soon as youāre within reach large, calloused palms press flat to your thighs. Slender digits dig into plump flesh as he quite literally drags you onto him. One leg straddling lightly on either side of his head. āCāmere,ā he groans, bringing you the rest of the way forward to meet his ravenous mouth.
āFuuuuckā the sonorous rumble hits your clit with precision,
His tongue is a weapon. Coated and dripping in glistening, diaphanous arousal. He might as well have been born for this, your pleasure is the only thing in the universe that matters to him. And, it shows. Choso is almost holding you down against him, lapping desperately with intermittent little whimpers muffled against your soaking skin. All the while, youāre biting back a string of curses. He knows his way around your body, and thatās a problem.
Youāre meant to be the one in charge, here.
But, itās hard to keep the dynamics straight when this man is gorging himself on your pussy. āYou t-asteā¦ soooā¦ fucking good b-aby. More.ā he manages, continuing to hold you in place. Your hips had been involuntarily rolling, carrying you closer to bliss while he worked diligently, tongue swirling around and over the engorged bud. Then his lips wrap around it delicately, with the softest suction. āMhm!ā You canāt help it, the cry is loud and crisp against the otherwise empty silence, and further driving his greedy mouth against you. He wants to carry you all the way through that sweet, sticky release, and you can feel its eve rising, rising.
Then static, white. Comely thighs retreat inwards, laying in tremors against his head. He wonāt give you a chance to recover, in fact, heās already spreading you wide, swathe in the heat of your climax. You canāt make a word, all that escapes your lips are wrought, wavering sobs as your entire body shakes.
āI needed that so bad.ā He exhales, still covered in the apex of your gratification. In spite of the literal fornication, this was the sight you deemed pornographic. His dark, insistent eyes. You knew what he needed from you, and were more than happy to provide after the gift heād successfully delivered just seconds prior. His cock was aching for you now, and he had been good, after all. You move your hovering form south, hands trailing down in subsequence, burning a path of anticipation as lissome digits map his muscular torso.
The next few motions are swift. You were attempting to be a tease - but that rarely ever worked out with Choso. He was a glutton in every sense of the word, when it came to you. And nothing was enough to satiate that pit that only periodically filled in the shape of your body. Once he had you, he wanted more, and more and more. Until you were both sore and achy the next day. Rinse and repeat. The man was insatiable. So, as you sit on your knees, just millimeteres above the throbbing head of his dick āhe repeatedly bucks his hips up against you in desperation.
āPlease. I canāt keep waiting anymore,ā a small breathy simper. Chocolate orbs are fixed on your features while he waits for a response, brows knitting together. You keep quiet, only sinking down a notch to rub faintly against his length. āI dunnoā¦. I donāt think you want it enough.ā You push, slowly ebbing back and forth along his cock. āI do! I do, I promise. Itās all Iāve been thinking about since you left, baby. Please!!ā Heās almost on the edge of tears when you grant him relief, your hand expertly wrapped around the thick base of his length to hold him steady while you plunge down on top of him.
You take him swiftly, quicker than heās prepared for. All the air is sucked from his lungs in an instant, and he almost hisses at the sudden enclosing fever between your thighs. Not that you were handling it any better. Thereās a loud, obscene moan that melts off your tongue when you first feel him, your body stretching to accommodate the sheer girth. It takes a second of adjustment, then youāre bouncing. Itās slow and calculated movements at first, but then your body takes over, and youāre lost in rapture. It does nothing to help, when his gargantuan hands settle against you ā grasping so tightly that youāre sure bruises will be left where they lay.
Thereās angry, wet slaps of skin on skin with only the intermediary moan to separate them. Your hips are moving rhythmically, controlled circular motions while he moves his hands to lock around the curve of your ass. Heās guiding you, angling your body to make sure heās getting as deep as possible. As if this just wasnāt enough, as if, just like always, he needs more of you. Itās met with a quiet gasp, then his lips are on yours, one arm sliding up to wrap around your waist to keep you in place as he slams into you repeatedly.
āNghh,ā the broken cry suffuses into your kiss. The pace is erratic ā a tangled mess of tongues and limbs as you rock into each other in unison. Thereās tension building steadily in your lower abdomen as you move, your walls flexing around the length of his shaft. You break apart just enough to breathe, his voice low and ragged āIām gonna cum baby..ā
It comes in waves ā a building crescendo of stark luminosity painted against the inside of your eyelids. Then your body catches up, and you feel the growing warmth in your core as Choso erupts. You follow him at the tail of this high, folding in on yourself on top of him. The aftermath of ecstasy is always gentle with Choso; youāre still connected, feeling him soften inside of you, with languid kisses left along your jaw and shoulders. You can feel his heartbeat, still quick against your cheek. āI missed you so much.ā He mumbles, still reeling from stuttering thrusts.
āĖā” Synopsis: You leave your boyfriend for a night out with the girls, and he simply canāt wait until you return.
Content: mdni, smut (duh). Thatās all, read it if youāre curious
Word count: 1.8k
Pairing: bf!choso, afab reader
Youād only been out for all of two hours, when your phone was flooded with sudden staccato vibrations ā the tell-tale sign of your belovedās impatience. Itās habitual. You know you promised your friends that youād be present all evening, but you just couldnāt let the moment pass without alleviating your curiosity. What if Choso had hurt himself? (He hadnāt) Or, what if he had run into some kind of trouble? (He hadnāt) Who cared that you were at a fancy restaurant? You could visit it again another time. Besides, youād been good the entire time until now! You just want to check in, you convince yourself.
The two of you were obsessed.
After all, you only started dating officially a few months ago, and the novelty of the situation had yet to wear off. Not that you thought the sweet, cherubic boy you called yours, was through with you any time soon. Kamo Choso, over you? Swine would sprout wings and fly before that ever had even the slightest percentage of probability in its favour. The man was wrapped around your little finger. Just the way you liked it. You grinned, the thought eagerly prompting you to fish the over-sized device from your pocket.
MSG from: Cho ā”
Babeeeee
When are you coming home? :(
I miss u! I know I said I was going to try and nap through it but idk what I was thinking
We both know I canāt sleep without u
Instinctively, you chuckle. Heās such a dork. You want to respond as fast as possible, you imagine him pacing a path over his bedroom floor while he waits. You werenāt heartless enough to interrupt the evening by blatantly spending time on your phone away from the group, so you eye the back of the establishment for a quiet reprieve. A quick glance is shared with your best friend followed by an apologetic smile. Then, you proceed to duck away to the bathroom while the rest of the table is wrapped up in desert, furiously tapping all the while.
MSG to: Cho ā”
Dinnerās almost over baby
You said you were going to be patient :c
MSG From: Cho ā”
I meannnn. I was?
until now anyway
MSG to Cho ā”
be good and Iāll let you eat it tonight
There it was. Pregnant pause ā you can sense him thinking, miles away and already in a delectable panic. You loved making him squirm, and the mere thought of him pleading for your touch later that evening was enough to spread a pleasant flush across your cheeks. You loved watching him drool at your feet, pliant and overcome with need.
MSG from Cho ā”
+img
itās going to be really hard for me to wait nowā¦
Now you've done it. Itās the image of his hardening cock, sheathed in the pale blue cotton of the pajamas youād gifted him earlier that week. He looked good in anything, but the sheer imprint of your boyfriendās length is making you salivate ā you wanted the night to be over so you could get back to more important matters. You put your phone back into your pocket, find your dinner party, and excuse yourself for the evening after a flourish of hugs and goodbye kisses. You could not get home fast enough.
āYouāre naughty,ā you holler from the entrance of his apartment, spare key dangling loosely in your grasp. You wait just long enough to close the door behind you, before making the declaration, toeing off your shoes by the frayed doormat he refuses to replace. Heās somewhere in the kitchen, when you make your way in. You can hear him clumsily clamouring about, attempting to put things in some measure of order before booking it into the hallway and towards your frame at the doorway. āI just missed you so much!ā he whines, his lilting voice closing out into a sullen pout as he wraps his arms around you. The warmth of his embrace envelopes you instantly, and just like that youāre melting against his broad chest.
You donāt even make it to his bedroom.
The sofa in the living room will suffice, after all you really only needed a semi-solid surface to melt into, together. The air is heady with the weight of desire clinging to your every move. āSit on my face. Please.ā His tone is serious, not quite a demand so much as a plea ā messily strewn over his pretty features. You loved it when he looked at you like this, all hard edges and loss of control. Heās almost feral, the moment you nod your head ā itās the slightest of motions, but he latches onto it immediately, laying himself flat underneath you as if instinct. Ritual.
Choso is getting antsy. It's literally been milliseconds, but you watch him fidget in distress as you wiggle out of your miniskirt, the sight of him alone sending the slightest ripple of a shiver down your spine. Thereās no time for nerves, heās frantic and as soon as youāre within reach large, calloused palms press flat to your thighs. Slender digits dig into plump flesh as he quite literally drags you onto him. One leg straddling lightly on either side of his head. āCāmere,ā he groans, bringing you the rest of the way forward to meet his ravenous mouth.
āFuuuuckā the sonorous rumble hits your clit with precision,
His tongue is a weapon. Coated and dripping in glistening, diaphanous arousal. He might as well have been born for this, your pleasure is the only thing in the universe that matters to him. And, it shows. Choso is almost holding you down against him, lapping desperately with intermittent little whimpers muffled against your soaking skin. All the while, youāre biting back a string of curses. He knows his way around your body, and thatās a problem.
Youāre meant to be the one in charge, here.
But, itās hard to keep the dynamics straight when this man is gorging himself on your pussy. āYou t-asteā¦ soooā¦ fucking good b-aby. More.ā he manages, continuing to hold you in place. Your hips had been involuntarily rolling, carrying you closer to bliss while he worked diligently, tongue swirling around and over the engorged bud. Then his lips wrap around it delicately, with the softest suction. āMhm!ā You canāt help it, the cry is loud and crisp against the otherwise empty silence, and further driving his greedy mouth against you. He wants to carry you all the way through that sweet, sticky release, and you can feel its eve rising, rising.
Then static, white. Comely thighs retreat inwards, laying in tremors against his head. He wonāt give you a chance to recover, in fact, heās already spreading you wide, swathe in the heat of your climax. You canāt make a word, all that escapes your lips are wrought, wavering sobs as your entire body shakes.
āI needed that so bad.ā He exhales, still covered in the apex of your gratification. In spite of the literal fornication, this was the sight you deemed pornographic. His dark, insistent eyes. You knew what he needed from you, and were more than happy to provide after the gift heād successfully delivered just seconds prior. His cock was aching for you now, and he had been good, after all. You move your hovering form south, hands trailing down in subsequence, burning a path of anticipation as lissome digits map his muscular torso.
The next few motions are swift. You were attempting to be a tease - but that rarely ever worked out with Choso. He was a glutton in every sense of the word, when it came to you. And nothing was enough to satiate that pit that only periodically filled in the shape of your body. Once he had you, he wanted more, and more and more. Until you were both sore and achy the next day. Rinse and repeat. The man was insatiable. So, as you sit on your knees, just millimeteres above the throbbing head of his dick āhe repeatedly bucks his hips up against you in desperation.
āPlease. I canāt keep waiting anymore,ā a small breathy simper. Chocolate orbs are fixed on your features while he waits for a response, brows knitting together. You keep quiet, only sinking down a notch to rub faintly against his length. āI dunnoā¦. I donāt think you want it enough.ā You push, slowly ebbing back and forth along his cock. āI do! I do, I promise. Itās all Iāve been thinking about since you left, baby. Please!!ā Heās almost on the edge of tears when you grant him relief, your hand expertly wrapped around the thick base of his length to hold him steady while you plunge down on top of him.
You take him swiftly, quicker than heās prepared for. All the air is sucked from his lungs in an instant, and he almost hisses at the sudden enclosing fever between your thighs. Not that you were handling it any better. Thereās a loud, obscene moan that melts off your tongue when you first feel him, your body stretching to accommodate the sheer girth. It takes a second of adjustment, then youāre bouncing. Itās slow and calculated movements at first, but then your body takes over, and youāre lost in rapture. It does nothing to help, when his gargantuan hands settle against you ā grasping so tightly that youāre sure bruises will be left where they lay.
Thereās angry, wet slaps of skin on skin with only the intermediary moan to separate them. Your hips are moving rhythmically, controlled circular motions while he moves his hands to lock around the curve of your ass. Heās guiding you, angling your body to make sure heās getting as deep as possible. As if this just wasnāt enough, as if, just like always, he needs more of you. Itās met with a quiet gasp, then his lips are on yours, one arm sliding up to wrap around your waist to keep you in place as he slams into you repeatedly.
āNghh,ā the broken cry suffuses into your kiss. The pace is erratic ā a tangled mess of tongues and limbs as you rock into each other in unison. Thereās tension building steadily in your lower abdomen as you move, your walls flexing around the length of his shaft. You break apart just enough to breathe, his voice low and ragged āIām gonna cum baby..ā
It comes in waves ā a building crescendo of stark luminosity painted against the inside of your eyelids. Then your body catches up, and you feel the growing warmth in your core as Choso erupts. You follow him at the tail of this high, folding in on yourself on top of him. The aftermath of ecstasy is always gentle with Choso; youāre still connected, feeling him soften inside of you, with languid kisses left along your jaw and shoulders. You can feel his heartbeat, still quick against your cheek. āI missed you so much.ā He mumbles, still reeling from stuttering thrusts.
Synopsis: You confess to your childhood friend, Satoru, merely to get it off your chest after so many years of unrequited feelings. Things do not go as planned.
Content: mdni, smut (duh). Thatās it, read it if you wanna find out. :)
Word count: 2.8k
Pairing: bff!gojo, afab reader
āā¦ā¦..oh.ā
Not exactly the reaction you were hoping for, upon telling the absolute love of your life, and what can now only likely be described as your former best friend, that you love him. The silence is resolute, if you focus for long enough youāre sure you can hear the dull thrum of your heart in your throat. āSorry.ā You scramble, trying to find the words to soothe over whatever emotions were brewing in Satoruās eyes before heād even had a chance to name them. āSorry. It was a joke. A poorly executed one, if that makes it any better.ā You shrug, stopping a few strides behind his lithe form, clad in dark wash denim and a plain black t-shirt. Youāre unable to look him in the eye just yet. āHey, I think Iām going to head back now - itās getting quite late anyway and I should probably get ready for work tomorrow.ā
This seemingly sends him off the edge, the lissome young man turning on heel almost immediately after the last word was uttered. It takes all of two steps for him to close the distance between them again, calloused palms decisively placed atop your narrow shoulders. āItās mutual.ā He manages through gritted teeth, icy blue eyes briefly scanning over your dimly-lit features before his head is ducked just enough to press his lips to the curve of yours.
Holy shit.
It was obvious to any onlooker that youād always had your eyes set on Gojo Satorou, through trials and tribulations youād seen him through many short-lived romances in the last few years. He never seemed to catch on to your advances, though he hated seeing you with any other men. It was causing so many problems between you, that youād had to stop seeing him for the last few weeks. His behaviour had devolved into a possessive nature youād never seen the man display before. But he still wouldnāt stop seeing other women. It was driving you insane, and sending all kinds of mixed signals.
In fact, youād almost said no to seeing him today, but after a prolonged internal battle, you finally responded to his message ā determined, to put a stop to all of this unnecessary tension. The worst that might happen is a rejection (and potentially ruining decades of friendship, but you could deal with the aftermath in the future).
Youād been preparing yourself for failure, in spite of the tiny voice in your head that insisted he had to feel something. Hearing this single sentence of agreement is sending your nervous system into orbit. Itās hard to feel present right now ā youāre thinking of all the implications, deciding what aspects of your relationship will need to change now that this is out in the open. And he can definitely tell, his features contorting into some measure of displeasure the moment you step away and break contact. āHey, this isnāt making me feel very confident in what you just told meā¦ or was it actually a joke to you?ā Youāve hurt his feelings now, this much is obvious, but youāre so wrapped up in your thoughts that producing structured sentences feels like a challenge at the moment āHello?ā He waves his hand in front of you. āWaitā¦ Hold on. Itās mutual?ā You murmur, almost surprised to hear the words spill out of your mouth again. āIs that not what I just said??? I love you, too. Idiot.ā
āPause, my breathing feels kinda funny,ā You manage in response, the half truth pushing past your lips as you stumble back another step.
āAre you sure I donāt need to take you to a doctor?ā Heās genuinely worried, you can tell by the crease in his brow, although thereās still an edge of humour in his tone now that youāve been brought to his home safely. āNo, no. Itās fine Iām just in shock, I guess. I didnāt think a confession from me would play out that way.ā
āWere you expecting a rejection? Cāmon donāt be stupid, our parents have been wanting us together since we were in diapers. That level of familiarity has to mean something, doesnāt it? I know you. You know me. Intimately.ā He plops down on the edge of the bed, facing away from your extended frame on the lateral side. The confusion is fading, thereās some level of acceptance now. āWell, yeah.. But their desires for our future are independent of our feelings, yāknow.ā Slowly, you sit up, putting your weight onto your elbows first, then palms, until you're finally upright. Then, you inch forward, curling up against his broad back, arms loosely draping over his shoulders. āPlus, I wouldnāt say itās been intimate between us.ā
āThat can definitely be arranged.ā He laughs at the retort, but thereās clearly some truth to the statement, because he brings one hand up to clasp around your wrist, his thumb brushing light circles around the back of your palm. An invitation.
This feels like a game of cat and mouse. Both seeing how far they can toe the line before the other snaps. And though youāre used to his touch by now - it feels different this time. Thereās almost an electric undercurrent, clouding even your most level-headed thoughts. Your head is buzzing, and the scent of his cologne is intoxicating, the rhythmic stroking of his thumb being the only thing that grounds you in the moment. Do it. Your head tilts forward onto the crook of his neck, plush tiers stamping a series of open-mouthed kisses along the curve of his jaw, down until you meet the fabric obscuring his clavicle.
Thereās a sharp inhale from his mouth, the moment that your lips fall upon his skin, and his head lulls back to expose more of that pale satin throat. āWhy not start now, then?ā You tease, dragging your hands down his chest slowly, exploratory. He could have been an angel, the way the light curled off brilliant white tresses. āNot fairā He murmurs quietly, leaning into your touch with rapidly building anticipation. Not fair? He was one to talk. This was the stuff of dreams ā in fact, youāre sure youāve seen this exact image before, felt his smooth skin beneath your hungry palms. To think that all of this desire was laid out taut before you, visible - as though it had always been there, waiting for the surface to crack.
He loves you.
It should be enough, but now that you have this you canāt help but want more. And more comes readily, as though heās reading your mind, Satoruās hands find purchase along your forearm, bringing your figure around and on top of him with measured ease. You gasp at the disruption, your mouth was still on him just milliseconds before and the empty space that replaces his body comes like a dousing of cold water. Itās all happening too quickly, the shock is replaced by immediate gratification in the form of his lips slotting perfectly between yours. Thereās desperation bleeding through in the hungry rhythm of your union, enough to make the normally poised, ivory headed Satoru stumble through the motions of undressing you.
Meanwhile, your thighs are pressed against him and thereās heat building between your legs thatās impossible to ignore. You can feel his cock growing against you, the weight of your hips eliciting a barely-audible moan against your mouth before he pulls away enough to lift your shirt up and away, where it falls forgotten beside your bed. Your hips roll just enough to add some more friction. āFuckā, he groans, involuntarily bucking up to meet you. āIāve been waiting for this.ā Thereās a cocky grin etched on his lips as he looks up at you, cascading lashes illuminated by the shitty night-stand lamp. You worm a hand between you, firmly cupping the print of his length behind the rough denim. āI can tell.ā You tease, though you can feel your cunt clench at the mere idea of him imagining this moment, just as you had done for all those endless nights.
Your next movements are swift, as nimble fingers undo the zipper of his pants, jumping up from your spot on his lap to help him wiggle out of the fabric. Heās prompt to return the favour, and now several layers of clothing elapse on the floor, thereās a brief pause as he eyes you, taking in the porcelain clarity of your lovely skin, etching every curve into memory. Blood floods your face a bright crimson as you remember that a mere few hours prior, this man had been your best friend. In an alternate universe the idea stayed just that, and heād be complaining to you about whatever ex was the latest drama.
But today, heās yours. This is something you donāt take lightly, and you aim to show him so. Exercising more strength than you were aware of possessing, you push him back onto the bed in one agile movement. Thereās moderate surprise creeping onto his angelic features but it only compels you to keep going, hungrily raking thin digits over his thighs. The last barrier between you is his boxers, and theyāre quite frankly, not doing the best job of keeping himā¦ contained.
Youād always imagined he would be big ā I mean stature alone was enough to have even the most celibate minds wandering. And now you have your confirmation. The waistband of his boxers is curled up tight in your hand as you pull downwards, exposing his girth to the cool air. Then you bob downwards, tongue flat as you drag down his length, and up again to the tip, making wispy swirls as you put your eyes on him. Just like that heās a puppet on your string, and he knows it. The heat of your mouth is sudden and all-consuming, his reaction entirely involuntary. Thereās a quick spasm from his hips, and a delicious moan that follows suit, which only further incentivizes you to continue. āGod, baby. Your mouth feels so fucking good.ā He groans, his head lulling back in absolute bliss.
Thereās still an undercurrent of nerves that carries your every movement ā you want to make sure he feels as good as he sounds to you at this moment. You want him to collapse under the weight of his own pleasure, all at the mercy of your hands (and mouth). What you may have lacked in experience, you made up for with enthusiasm, slowly trailing down, then back up again with a light suction, tongue perched up against the underside of his cock. āMhm thatās a good girl, show me how much you wanted this,ā he breathes, left hand lifting to settle at the base of your skull while you work. His hands are thatched into silken strands as he pumps up, unable to keep still any longer.
Was this what heād been missing out on all this while?
Seeing you in the wavering moonlight stirs something quiet in the depths of his psyche. Heās never been so greedy for anything else in his life, but this ā you, so profane in your wicked splendour, so pretty with your gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock. āMhh, ām gonna comeā he slurs, and you quicken your pace just a tad, pushing him over that tenuous edge with a glint of satisfaction in your features as warmth erupts, spilling down your chin in thick droplets.
āYouāre going to fucking kill me,ā he concedes, a glance in your direction already sending him down another spiral. And heās angry, genuinely fucking mad at his own dick and the way it pulsates at the mere sight of you. It makes you want to giggle, and you might have, if heād given you a chance to move at all. But just as youāre catching your breath, heās moving to close the distance between you, turning the tables. Youād not even considered the idea that there would be more. This had been an introduction, a taste test (no pun intended). Afterall, there would be more than enough time to catch up on all the time you missed out on, by awkwardly avoiding your respective feelings.
But, who could blame him for being impatient? You, a burning pyre lit for his worship, your thighs as communion, your cunt a revelation. It should come as a surprise to no one, just how much wetness had pooled in the thin fabric of your panties. Even so, heās melting at the implication, the silhouette of the mound carefully traced beneath gossamer. He runs a careful digit along the clothed slit before resting it against the sensitive bud of nerves lining the top of your entrance. Your entire body tenses, a pathetic whimper elapsing from plush tiers before you had a chance to stop it. āOh? You like that, do you, baby?ā The way he grins is downright filthy, and it's enough to send your already soaking pussy into overdrive. Heād always been annoyingly arrogant, but at present, it feels appropriate.
Silence isnāt enough of an answer for the sapphire-gazed male, and heās already upping up the ante, lining up with your eager hole, teasing you with the head of his length firmly against your clit. āOr is this what youāre waiting for? Speak up now doll, use your words.ā He commands with surprising authority. Itās enough to make your head spin - you hadnāt noticed youād been quiet up until now, holding back what little your brain could conjure in pure appreciation of what was going on before your eyes. āPlease,ā you plead, scrambling around for enough words to string into a coherent sentence āI canāt take it anymore, I need you inside me.ā A switch is flipped inside the man you once knew; Satoru was something new entirely.
Consumed by the urge to fuck you stupid.
Itās momentary, but thereās a loss of composure. Itās in the way he rushes to adjust himself, hands immediately latching onto your hips to bring you closer to, and onto him. Itās immediate relief to burning need in your core, but what follows is a slow, sweet guidance; the mirage before cataclysm. Hereās where it really hits. Heās fucking massive, and itās almost painful to stretch around him at first, but heās gentle, for both of your sakes. If he moved too quickly, he was sure heād cum right then, with you moulded to the shape of his cock. The thought makes him roll his hips ever so slightly, and you involuntarily clamp down on him harder.
Itās simultaneous, the pleasure coaxing symphonic, lilting moans from the likes of your both. Youāre mentally cursing yourself for being stupid enough to wait until now to confess your feelings. To think, you could have spent innumerable nights like this, his forehead pressed to yours, sweat slicked bodies notched into each other like nested spoons. āYouāre so tight baby..ā He gasps, nearly choking on his own breath while his hips sputter. Your body has managed to adjust around him, slowly rocking beneath his muscular frame. āMore. I want more Satoru, please.ā You murmur, lurching upwards towards his neck, to flutter the words against the shell of his ear, before drawing down onto the velvet of his throat.
Youāre debased, surely. But, you canāt find it in you to care as he slides both arms up and against the small of your back, pulling you closer to him until the swell of your breasts are pressed flat against his chest. . Youāre angled into him in a way that makes it all too easy for him to hit that cavernous depth where that spot sat. It sends your entire body into sweet suffusing tremors.
All the while his thrusts are speeding up. That gentle rhythm is gone, replaced instead by erratic, hungry movements that blur from one into the next. Satoruās hand is shoved between your bodies, thumb finding purchase against your clit in hurried strokes. Youāre almost embarrassed at the way your body is responding to him, the sounds it makes. Falling in tandem with each languid, rutting wave of his cock up into your heat. Youāre close now, and your hands know it, with carefully manicured nails sweeping over his shoulders and embedding themselves into supple flesh.
You wanted to leave a mark, a memory of this unholy, ravenous sin.
Youāre both too focused on the sensations you bring forth from one another, words have been discarded in lieu of body language. Itās not as though you can even make sense of your own thoughts for long enough to say anything, anyway. And you're enjoying the steady, rapid increase of his ragged breaths. The way he gets lost in you, uncontrolled urges culminating into this singing, dulcet release, you clutch at him, writhing in the abysmal rapture of your orgasms colliding. Youāre breathless, the sheets are soaked, and heās disintegrating on top of you.
my last fic was classified as "mature content", so that's fun! Hopefully it's still getting shown to new readers.
Will be writing up something new, soon! Thank you for all the love on the recent bff!gojo post.
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Synopsis: You confess to your childhood friend, Satoru, merely to get it off your chest after so many years of unrequited feelings. Things do not go as planned.
Content: mdni, smut (duh). Thatās it, read it if you wanna find out. :)
Word count: 2.8k
Pairing: bff!gojo, afab reader
āā¦ā¦..oh.ā
Not exactly the reaction you were hoping for, upon telling the absolute love of your life, and what can now only likely be described as your former best friend, that you love him. The silence is resolute, if you focus for long enough youāre sure you can hear the dull thrum of your heart in your throat. āSorry.ā You scramble, trying to find the words to soothe over whatever emotions were brewing in Satoruās eyes before heād even had a chance to name them. āSorry. It was a joke. A poorly executed one, if that makes it any better.ā You shrug, stopping a few strides behind his lithe form, clad in dark wash denim and a plain black t-shirt. Youāre unable to look him in the eye just yet. āHey, I think Iām going to head back now - itās getting quite late anyway and I should probably get ready for work tomorrow.ā
This seemingly sends him off the edge, the lissome young man turning on heel almost immediately after the last word was uttered. It takes all of two steps for him to close the distance between them again, calloused palms decisively placed atop your narrow shoulders. āItās mutual.ā He manages through gritted teeth, icy blue eyes briefly scanning over your dimly-lit features before his head is ducked just enough to press his lips to the curve of yours.
Holy shit.
It was obvious to any onlooker that youād always had your eyes set on Gojo Satorou, through trials and tribulations youād seen him through many short-lived romances in the last few years. He never seemed to catch on to your advances, though he hated seeing you with any other men. It was causing so many problems between you, that youād had to stop seeing him for the last few weeks. His behaviour had devolved into a possessive nature youād never seen the man display before. But he still wouldnāt stop seeing other women. It was driving you insane, and sending all kinds of mixed signals.
In fact, youād almost said no to seeing him today, but after a prolonged internal battle, you finally responded to his message ā determined, to put a stop to all of this unnecessary tension. The worst that might happen is a rejection (and potentially ruining decades of friendship, but you could deal with the aftermath in the future).
Youād been preparing yourself for failure, in spite of the tiny voice in your head that insisted he had to feel something. Hearing this single sentence of agreement is sending your nervous system into orbit. Itās hard to feel present right now ā youāre thinking of all the implications, deciding what aspects of your relationship will need to change now that this is out in the open. And he can definitely tell, his features contorting into some measure of displeasure the moment you step away and break contact. āHey, this isnāt making me feel very confident in what you just told meā¦ or was it actually a joke to you?ā Youāve hurt his feelings now, this much is obvious, but youāre so wrapped up in your thoughts that producing structured sentences feels like a challenge at the moment āHello?ā He waves his hand in front of you. āWaitā¦ Hold on. Itās mutual?ā You murmur, almost surprised to hear the words spill out of your mouth again. āIs that not what I just said??? I love you, too. Idiot.ā
āPause, my breathing feels kinda funny,ā You manage in response, the half truth pushing past your lips as you stumble back another step.
āAre you sure I donāt need to take you to a doctor?ā Heās genuinely worried, you can tell by the crease in his brow, although thereās still an edge of humour in his tone now that youāve been brought to his home safely. āNo, no. Itās fine Iām just in shock, I guess. I didnāt think a confession from me would play out that way.ā
āWere you expecting a rejection? Cāmon donāt be stupid, our parents have been wanting us together since we were in diapers. That level of familiarity has to mean something, doesnāt it? I know you. You know me. Intimately.ā He plops down on the edge of the bed, facing away from your extended frame on the lateral side. The confusion is fading, thereās some level of acceptance now. āWell, yeah.. But their desires for our future are independent of our feelings, yāknow.ā Slowly, you sit up, putting your weight onto your elbows first, then palms, until you're finally upright. Then, you inch forward, curling up against his broad back, arms loosely draping over his shoulders. āPlus, I wouldnāt say itās been intimate between us.ā
āThat can definitely be arranged.ā He laughs at the retort, but thereās clearly some truth to the statement, because he brings one hand up to clasp around your wrist, his thumb brushing light circles around the back of your palm. An invitation.
This feels like a game of cat and mouse. Both seeing how far they can toe the line before the other snaps. And though youāre used to his touch by now - it feels different this time. Thereās almost an electric undercurrent, clouding even your most level-headed thoughts. Your head is buzzing, and the scent of his cologne is intoxicating, the rhythmic stroking of his thumb being the only thing that grounds you in the moment. Do it. Your head tilts forward onto the crook of his neck, plush tiers stamping a series of open-mouthed kisses along the curve of his jaw, down until you meet the fabric obscuring his clavicle.
Thereās a sharp inhale from his mouth, the moment that your lips fall upon his skin, and his head lulls back to expose more of that pale satin throat. āWhy not start now, then?ā You tease, dragging your hands down his chest slowly, exploratory. He could have been an angel, the way the light curled off brilliant white tresses. āNot fairā He murmurs quietly, leaning into your touch with rapidly building anticipation. Not fair? He was one to talk. This was the stuff of dreams ā in fact, youāre sure youāve seen this exact image before, felt his smooth skin beneath your hungry palms. To think that all of this desire was laid out taut before you, visible - as though it had always been there, waiting for the surface to crack.
He loves you.
It should be enough, but now that you have this you canāt help but want more. And more comes readily, as though heās reading your mind, Satoruās hands find purchase along your forearm, bringing your figure around and on top of him with measured ease. You gasp at the disruption, your mouth was still on him just milliseconds before and the empty space that replaces his body comes like a dousing of cold water. Itās all happening too quickly, the shock is replaced by immediate gratification in the form of his lips slotting perfectly between yours. Thereās desperation bleeding through in the hungry rhythm of your union, enough to make the normally poised, ivory headed Satoru stumble through the motions of undressing you.
Meanwhile, your thighs are pressed against him and thereās heat building between your legs thatās impossible to ignore. You can feel his cock growing against you, the weight of your hips eliciting a barely-audible moan against your mouth before he pulls away enough to lift your shirt up and away, where it falls forgotten beside your bed. Your hips roll just enough to add some more friction. āFuckā, he groans, involuntarily bucking up to meet you. āIāve been waiting for this.ā Thereās a cocky grin etched on his lips as he looks up at you, cascading lashes illuminated by the shitty night-stand lamp. You worm a hand between you, firmly cupping the print of his length behind the rough denim. āI can tell.ā You tease, though you can feel your cunt clench at the mere idea of him imagining this moment, just as you had done for all those endless nights.
Your next movements are swift, as nimble fingers undo the zipper of his pants, jumping up from your spot on his lap to help him wiggle out of the fabric. Heās prompt to return the favour, and now several layers of clothing elapse on the floor, thereās a brief pause as he eyes you, taking in the porcelain clarity of your lovely skin, etching every curve into memory. Blood floods your face a bright crimson as you remember that a mere few hours prior, this man had been your best friend. In an alternate universe the idea stayed just that, and heād be complaining to you about whatever ex was the latest drama.
But today, heās yours. This is something you donāt take lightly, and you aim to show him so. Exercising more strength than you were aware of possessing, you push him back onto the bed in one agile movement. Thereās moderate surprise creeping onto his angelic features but it only compels you to keep going, hungrily raking thin digits over his thighs. The last barrier between you is his boxers, and theyāre quite frankly, not doing the best job of keeping himā¦ contained.
Youād always imagined he would be big ā I mean stature alone was enough to have even the most celibate minds wandering. And now you have your confirmation. The waistband of his boxers is curled up tight in your hand as you pull downwards, exposing his girth to the cool air. Then you bob downwards, tongue flat as you drag down his length, and up again to the tip, making wispy swirls as you put your eyes on him. Just like that heās a puppet on your string, and he knows it. The heat of your mouth is sudden and all-consuming, his reaction entirely involuntary. Thereās a quick spasm from his hips, and a delicious moan that follows suit, which only further incentivizes you to continue. āGod, baby. Your mouth feels so fucking good.ā He groans, his head lulling back in absolute bliss.
Thereās still an undercurrent of nerves that carries your every movement ā you want to make sure he feels as good as he sounds to you at this moment. You want him to collapse under the weight of his own pleasure, all at the mercy of your hands (and mouth). What you may have lacked in experience, you made up for with enthusiasm, slowly trailing down, then back up again with a light suction, tongue perched up against the underside of his cock. āMhm thatās a good girl, show me how much you wanted this,ā he breathes, left hand lifting to settle at the base of your skull while you work. His hands are thatched into silken strands as he pumps up, unable to keep still any longer.
Was this what heād been missing out on all this while?
Seeing you in the wavering moonlight stirs something quiet in the depths of his psyche. Heās never been so greedy for anything else in his life, but this ā you, so profane in your wicked splendour, so pretty with your gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock. āMhh, ām gonna comeā he slurs, and you quicken your pace just a tad, pushing him over that tenuous edge with a glint of satisfaction in your features as warmth erupts, spilling down your chin in thick droplets.
āYouāre going to fucking kill me,ā he concedes, a glance in your direction already sending him down another spiral. And heās angry, genuinely fucking mad at his own dick and the way it pulsates at the mere sight of you. It makes you want to giggle, and you might have, if heād given you a chance to move at all. But just as youāre catching your breath, heās moving to close the distance between you, turning the tables. Youād not even considered the idea that there would be more. This had been an introduction, a taste test (no pun intended). Afterall, there would be more than enough time to catch up on all the time you missed out on, by awkwardly avoiding your respective feelings.
But, who could blame him for being impatient? You, a burning pyre lit for his worship, your thighs as communion, your cunt a revelation. It should come as a surprise to no one, just how much wetness had pooled in the thin fabric of your panties. Even so, heās melting at the implication, the silhouette of the mound carefully traced beneath gossamer. He runs a careful digit along the clothed slit before resting it against the sensitive bud of nerves lining the top of your entrance. Your entire body tenses, a pathetic whimper elapsing from plush tiers before you had a chance to stop it. āOh? You like that, do you, baby?ā The way he grins is downright filthy, and it's enough to send your already soaking pussy into overdrive. Heād always been annoyingly arrogant, but at present, it feels appropriate.
Silence isnāt enough of an answer for the sapphire-gazed male, and heās already upping up the ante, lining up with your eager hole, teasing you with the head of his length firmly against your clit. āOr is this what youāre waiting for? Speak up now doll, use your words.ā He commands with surprising authority. Itās enough to make your head spin - you hadnāt noticed youād been quiet up until now, holding back what little your brain could conjure in pure appreciation of what was going on before your eyes. āPlease,ā you plead, scrambling around for enough words to string into a coherent sentence āI canāt take it anymore, I need you inside me.ā A switch is flipped inside the man you once knew; Satoru was something new entirely.
Consumed by the urge to fuck you stupid.
Itās momentary, but thereās a loss of composure. Itās in the way he rushes to adjust himself, hands immediately latching onto your hips to bring you closer to, and onto him. Itās immediate relief to burning need in your core, but what follows is a slow, sweet guidance; the mirage before cataclysm. Hereās where it really hits. Heās fucking massive, and itās almost painful to stretch around him at first, but heās gentle, for both of your sakes. If he moved too quickly, he was sure heād cum right then, with you moulded to the shape of his cock. The thought makes him roll his hips ever so slightly, and you involuntarily clamp down on him harder.
Itās simultaneous, the pleasure coaxing symphonic, lilting moans from the likes of your both. Youāre mentally cursing yourself for being stupid enough to wait until now to confess your feelings. To think, you could have spent innumerable nights like this, his forehead pressed to yours, sweat slicked bodies notched into each other like nested spoons. āYouāre so tight baby..ā He gasps, nearly choking on his own breath while his hips sputter. Your body has managed to adjust around him, slowly rocking beneath his muscular frame. āMore. I want more Satoru, please.ā You murmur, lurching upwards towards his neck, to flutter the words against the shell of his ear, before drawing down onto the velvet of his throat.
Youāre debased, surely. But, you canāt find it in you to care as he slides both arms up and against the small of your back, pulling you closer to him until the swell of your breasts are pressed flat against his chest. . Youāre angled into him in a way that makes it all too easy for him to hit that cavernous depth where that spot sat. It sends your entire body into sweet suffusing tremors.
All the while his thrusts are speeding up. That gentle rhythm is gone, replaced instead by erratic, hungry movements that blur from one into the next. Satoruās hand is shoved between your bodies, thumb finding purchase against your clit in hurried strokes. Youāre almost embarrassed at the way your body is responding to him, the sounds it makes. Falling in tandem with each languid, rutting wave of his cock up into your heat. Youāre close now, and your hands know it, with carefully manicured nails sweeping over his shoulders and embedding themselves into supple flesh.
You wanted to leave a mark, a memory of this unholy, ravenous sin.
Youāre both too focused on the sensations you bring forth from one another, words have been discarded in lieu of body language. Itās not as though you can even make sense of your own thoughts for long enough to say anything, anyway. And you're enjoying the steady, rapid increase of his ragged breaths. The way he gets lost in you, uncontrolled urges culminating into this singing, dulcet release, you clutch at him, writhing in the abysmal rapture of your orgasms colliding. Youāre breathless, the sheets are soaked, and heās disintegrating on top of you.
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