Rating: E (18+) - mdni
Pairing: Nanami x GN! reader
Content: dickcember day 4 - sexting, at work, desire
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Nanami Kento was a hard worker.
He always clocked in on time, took his lunch at the same time, left his desk right as the clock hit 5.
Which is why this could not happen.
Mouth full of rice– part of the pretty bento you had packed him that morning– he had opened his phone for the first time this shift. 3 unopened message badges lit up his screen. This was always his favourite time of day; the moment he gets to hear your thoughts, to wish you a good lunch.
On his screen, at full brightness, he opened his text app.
hi <3
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hope u like :) see u soon!
Nanami Kento was a hard worker.
As in– his cock had never been harder at work.
Fuck.
Thick, strong fingers typed a speedy response as white teeth worried the inside of his cheek.
Darling.
Fuck.
***
Taking a bite of your sandwich, you couldn’t help but grin at Nanami’s curt response.
Your handsome husband was perfect in every way– attentive, thoughtful, competent. The only downside? He was uptight. As fuck.
So to swear?
And at work, nonetheless?
You wish you could see him now– even if it was just as a fly on the wall.
yes, kento? <3
You finished your sandwich, calm as ever. You could witness him squirm all day without batting an eyelash– he was so easy to tease.
Five minutes passed; you put away your lunch, settling back in your rolling chair as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone.
Your lock screen lit up with a notification from Hubby <3.
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Nanami Kento– your gorgeous, composed, responsible husband– was a nasty little freak.
The photo was taken from above, angled downwards in an industrial grey bathroom stall. A spotted tie was trapped between pearly teeth, chiselled jaw working the fabric. A brown leather belt hung open, khaki pressed chinos unzipped and pushed down blonde-dusted thighs.
Look what you did.
Nanami’s veiny left hand wrapped around the shaft of a pretty cock. Blonde dusted his abdomen, trimmed neatly to frame his pale, girthy base.
Fix this.
Now.
Those eyes bore into yours through the screen. He wouldn’t take no for an answer; not when he was like this.
As much as you wanted relief yourself, you knew better than to scurry off to a bathroom stall. Nanami Kento was like a bloodhound; he always knew when you had satisfied yourself (in his words). He did not take kindly to the idea, much preferring to have you unravel on his fingers, tongue, or cock.
This was a test, of sorts– if you could stay strong, get through the day being good, your reward would be so much sweeter than any half-assed release you got from your left hand now.
so needy <3
As much as he played the role of a put-together, dominant husband, Nanami Kento flustered so beautifully under your subtle teasing.
[0:14]
A voice note popped up on your screen. Fumbling for your earbuds and triple checking they connected, you hit play.
Through heavy breaths, soft grunts punctuated the rustling of what you presumed to be his arm– if the soft plaps were anything to go by.
aww,,, touching yourself, bby?
at work?
u just wanna get found
Somewhere across the city, a very red Nanami Kento fucked his fist harder.
[0:32]
This time, it was a video.
The breaths were louder. It was taken low, clearly filmed using his thighs to steady the camera. The dull, blushed head of his dick was slicked beautifully; clear precum welled up at his tip as that big hand fisted his cock. Long fingers spanned his length, stroking his many inches from base to tip. As he reached the head, strong digits squeezed, wringing out his precum and running the pad of a thumb through the mess.
He looked utterly edible.
just like that, bby
keep goin for me
You grinned, taking a peek around your cubicle to ensure you were alone. Most of your coworkers were long gone for lunch, so there wasn’t much danger, though it was a very public space.
Still, you couldn’t help unbuttoning the top of your shirt, snapping a sneaky picture of your chest.
[sent: 1 image]
need u bby <3
waiting so good 4 u rn
You had no idea just how much you affected your composed husband.
Fuck
Dotn say that shit
A typo AND two swear words? Oh, he was fucked up.
Seconds later, it loaded.
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A shaky photo, taken from above just like the first. His pretty cock stood angry against his abdomen, red from tip to base. Veins strained against his thin skin, dick so beautifully swollen. A sinful bead of his thick seed drooped heavy, mid-roll down his shaft. The ropes of his release sullied his hands, connecting those thick fingers with pearlescent strings.
You wanted to put your mouth on it.
need u so bad kento.
A beat.
Yeah? Wet at work, darling?
Naughty as fuck, sending me lewd pictures like that. What if Higuruma had seen?
thanks for the ask :)) written for afab!reader- hope that's ok <3
Choso gets shy easily.
It’s not that he’s upset about crying or being needy— they’re normal emotions, you’ve told him. He knows that objectively; he feels good and his body is responding in the way it's supposed to.
But he can’t help but feel embarrassed sometimes.
Kisses on his cheeks or the reddening tips of his ears have him averting his gaze. Gropes to his chest make him hide his face behind soft hands. Palming the flesh of his ass draws out a yelp; one so loud he has to hide under the collar of his shirt.
Choso gets shy easily.
Which is why you never expected him to be into stuff like this.
Gentle fingertips met the bridge of a tattooed nose, ghosting over the blush spreading there. Just above your touch, a satin blindfold obscured his vision, purple to match the ribbon binding his wrists above his head.
Slowly, you rocked your hips against him, jostling the cock lodged deep inside.
The fabric of the blindfold was dark around his eyes, soaked with the fat tears he couldn't help but shed. In his gaping mouth, your wet panties, now drool-slicked as pretty white teeth clamped desperately onto the fabric. His chin jutted out defiantly, despite the quiver in his reddened lips.
Picking up the pace, you bounced a little quicker on his length, hands firm on the centre of his chest.
Beneath you, his strong core shook with an impending orgasm. Ripples rolled through each muscle in his abdomen, tensing and untensing in time with his throbbing cock.
It was too much for the poor boy.
Choso fussed, feet scrambling to find purchase on the bed to fuck his hips up into you– but it was no use. That stupid ribbon kept his ankles bound together. Kept his legs bound together up to trembling thighs. Kept the vibrator lodged inside.
A sob wracked through his body as you halted, sitting stone still on his dick, now leaking like a faucet into the stupid condom you rolled on him.
You felt bad, but not bad enough.
Not bad enough to let him off the hook.
It had been hours, now, of this game.
A game Choso loved and hated; one that he could never stop playing, too content with getting drunk off the feeling.
You’d ride him until his legs spasmed, until he was trying to buck up to chase his peak.
Then, you’d stop.
Motionless, you’d let him sit snug inside, no friction to push him off the very edge into his release.
Then, after ten agonizing seconds, you’d move again.
He had lost count of how many times he’d had his orgasm ripped out of his grasp before he could taste it. He knew feeling like this— debauched, desperate— would be natural for anyone in this situation.
But the way you were stroking his cheek and cooing at him, so soft and sweet, had his body burning up.
“Good job, baby.”
He had been still and patient as you counted down in your head, the soft staccato of his heartbeat pulsing a pretty rhythm inside your cunt.
A tired head lolled to the side, softly suckling on the sullied gusset of the panties on his tongue. Drool rolled down his chin– mostly his– as the pleasure in his cock melted into a dull ache.
Slowly, you began to move again, clit grinding against the short black hair at the base of his cock.
A groan reverberated through his chest as you thumbed at his pecs, running the pads of your fingers over his pebbled nipples. Choso arched deliciously into the touch, arms shaking overhead as the pressure sent shockwaves through him.
His soft chest was so sensitive; you couldn't help but spit on his tits, sending sparks shooting to his curled toes. Deft fingers swirled around rosy areolas as you bounced on his length, trying not to lose your head.
He felt so good like this– pliant yet rock hard, throbbing against your cervix in soft thu-thumps that matched the pounding of his heart.
He groaned wantonly through the fabric, spit bubbling and dripping over his lower lip. You leaned down to chase it, kissing up his chin so slow.
He bucked in your grasp, body convulsing as his cries darkened his blindfold further. Fat tears rolled out from under the fabric, leaving glistening trails down flushed cheeks that disappeared into his hair.
His pretty display had your core heating, navel filled with blunt pleasing pressure. You couldn’t help but flutter around him, clenching down when ass met pelvis. Clearly, Choso was feeling it too— his moans melded into whimpers, high and whiny in the back of his throat. His chest stuttered with shaky breaths, and he spat out the panties with a little gag.
“You okay, baby?”
You slowed down, reaching up to tangle one hand with his. He squeezed it in his grip, hips lifting off the bed minutely to reach deeper inside. The movement shot shivers to his legs, toes pointed almost painfully. The low hum of the vibrator inside— just shy of his prostate— was driving him crazy.
His gasp had you impossibly wetter.
“Please… can’t do it anymore.”
“Please what, love?”
“Let me fuck you please… please please please just let me fuck you. I want to cum— I need to cum so bad.” It was babbled and wet, through sniffles and whines.
Slowly, you lowered yourself to his ear, hips grinding down on him once again.
“Then cum for me.”
Before you could finish, he did.
Arched off the bed, clamping down around his vibrator and thrusting up into you as much as he could, he came so hard he couldn’t breathe.
You rode him through it, chasing your own pleasure. Choso’s spent cries of overstimulation had you barreling off the edge, soaking his base, pelvis, and balls.
Slowing to a halt, you peeled the blindfold off. His eyes, unfocused and puffy with tears, softened at the sight of you.
You made quick work of the ribbons binding his wrists, brushing feather-light kisses to the reddened skin.
“You okay, Cho?”
“I’m great.”
He was giving you that dopey look— spit-slicked lips tugged into a goofy grin.
When he was like this, fuzzy after his orgasm, it was impossible to be shy.
The vibrator buzzed low inside him, keeping him riding the delicious edge between his post-orgasm butterflies and delicious overstimulation— it was mind-numbing.
He rolled his wrists experimentally, cracking the joints there, before helping you off his cock. He moved to yank off the condom as you untied his legs, blinking blearily down at himself.
His tip was all white and wet.
Little strings of thick cum connected his tip to his index finger as he touched it.
The condom broke.
“Baby…?” His voice cracked as you finished with the ribbon, throwing it over the side of the bed. “Something bad happened.”
He tugged the remaining flimsy latex off his base, stuffing it into the wrapper to toss later. His eyes were glued on your back, chest tight with fear. He hated seeing you upset, especially when it was because of him.
Yet, you crawled back up to his side as docile as ever.
“What’s wrong?”
Splaying a gentle hand on his spit-soaked chest, you rubbed big soothing circles on his sternum.
He took a shaky, steadying breath. Choso couldn't meet your eyes, opting instead to run his nails over the ribbon-chafed skin of his forearms.
“The condom sort of… broke… I didn’t know until I went to take it off.”
“Oh baby,” you mumbled, kissing his forehead. “That’s alright. Mistakes happen.”
Shifting, you brushed fingertips between your legs. The digits came up glossy, connected with little webs of thick cum.
Choso watched the movement, pupils dilating.
Before you could blink, he was on you again, pushing his toy just a little deeper inside to work his prostate while he split you open. Immediately, the stimulation had him quaking, arms shaking by your head as he caged you in.
“Sorry— Sorry I can’t—“ He babbled, eyes filling with tears as he humped you messily, tip battering your sore cervix.
You gripped onto his back, hooking your legs around his waist to keep him in deep, and were rewarded with the prettiest little moan.
“Feels too good— can’t stop,” he hissed, teardrops falling onto your cheeks as they dripped out dark eyes.
His thrusts were messy— cum-slicked and desperate— as he reached one hand down to your chest, groping the flesh there.
You arched into his touch, head thrown into the pillows as your cervix made out with his glans. Precum branded Choso onto the entrance of your womb, and you were cumming before you could even process that you were close.
Nails digging into his back, you gasped as Choso leaned down to suck at your nipple.
You rode out your orgasm pressing back into his cock and up into his mouth, eyes squeezed shut.
The telltale clenching had Choso’s cock melting, and the pretty tit in his mouth had his mind doing the same.
“Wanna fill you up— please… let me suck this titty and cum in you please— wanna cum like this—“
It was nonsensical, all grunts and whimpers as he pressed tears to the flesh of your breast.
You stroked his hair, still buzzing from your orgasm.
“Let it out, baby.”
He hiccuped, eyes fluttering back into closing eyelids as his dick stalled deep in you.
“Thank you— thank you, thank you, ‘m cumming—“ He rolled his hips into yours as he fucked his second load deep inside, spurting his creamy seed onto your womb. “I’m fucking cumming, thank you, thank you, thank you, can’t stop—“
He sobbed as he fucked you through it, cock so overwhelmingly overstimulated, sending shockwaves of pain-pleasure through his bones.
As his arms gave out, he collapsed onto you, suckling on your nipple weakly. You hummed, stroking his hair nice and slow as he blinked up at you with glassy eyes.
HIIIII!! omg I LOved ur Letters to Santa!!! Also all of the dickcember prompts are so good??? Thoughts on day 12 Partridge in a Pear Tree with sukuna (or honestly ANYONE) and reader has a gift for him...reader has been wearing a cute little plug all day getting ready to surprise him!!
This was just a blurb so if you had smth else in mind I'D STILL LOVVE
HAVE SUCH AN AMAZING DAY!!
… And A Partridge In A Pear Tree!
Rating: E (18+) - mdni
Pairing: Modern! Sukuna x GN! reader
Content: dickcember day 12 - anal, unshaven, gift-giving; fluff & smut, belly bulging, first times
thank you so much for this request! if there’s a prompt + character you want to see next, requests are open! send an ask :)
Your boyfriend, Sukuna, was hard to surprise.
Not in the he has everything way, like Gojo. No, Sukuna was not very fixated on material things. Not in the don’t know what to get him way either, though that was true.
Sukuna just wasn’t prone to feeling surprise.
He was like a bear trap; open, constantly lying in wait for something to snap at. This spring-trap way of living meant it was nearly impossible to ever catch him off-guard.
But today, you were going to do it.
You were going to surprise him.
It was the winter season, which meant many things for couples around the globe. Arguably the most important, it was the season of gift-giving; of showing your loved ones just how much they meant to you.
You and Sukuna had been going out for almost a year now– molded to each other's routines, intimately familiar with how your lives fit together.
It was December 12th; not a particularly special day on the calendar by any means.
Which is why it was the perfect date for a sneak attack.
On the bus home, you couldn’t help but fidget next to your big boyfriend.
It was a beautiful day outside. Outside the big windows, bright skies sprinkled perfect little snowflakes onto the earth, painting the world in pristine white. All was still; much of the city was tucked away at home, as you soon would be. As you were supposed to be– that was, if you didn’t have to go shopping with your burly boyfriend for his coworkers.
You didn’t mind it though. Wrapping a wool-clad arm around Sukuna’s big one, leaning your head on his shoulder, you felt peaceful just the same.
“What are we looking for again?”
“Airbrush paints.” Your big boyfriend looked down at you, lips quirking into a soft grin. “Forget already? Why’d I bring you along again?”
“‘Cause you love me.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the scrunch of his nose. “Yeah, yeah. Deny it all you want but I know you, Ryomen. Who’s the paint for anyways?”
“Suguru. He wants to design a piece for his boyfriend but the guy’s terrified of needles. They compromised on airbrushing shit on, I guess.”
You hummed. It sounded nice to share a love that understood– that didn’t demand or compromise, but that found a third way. One where no one got hurt.
“And what’re you getting for Choso?”
“I have to get something for him?”
You elbowed Sukuna between the ribs, and the pretty noise he made– the bark of a laugh– made it worth it.
“Fuck– you’re a bony little shit, y’know that?” Sukuna looked down at you with amusement, shaking his head.
Few would mess with a guy like him. Easily a head and a half taller than you, wide as a fucking door, tattooed from head to toe; he looked like a criminal. And quite frankly, he acted the part, too.
“I’m taking that as a compliment.”
“Yeah, whatever. I got somethin’ for Kamo months ago.”
“Piercing stuff?”
“Oh– no. Those ancestry tracking kits that steal your DNA for nefarious purposes. He wants to take one.”
Weird gift, but whatever made him happy.
As much as Sukuna would never admit it, his coworkers were a lot more to him than just that. The guys at the shop had become a little family. Making them happy made your boyfriend happy.
So you let him drag you around town in search of the best, only stopping to subtly readjust a few times.
Your boyfriend– your thoughtful, lovely, intelligent boyfriend– had no clue what he was in for.
Beneath the warm layers of wool and fleece, you were dripping.
A fat metal plug, about 3 inches long, sat snug inside your ass. A pretty pink gem– the same soft colour as your boyfriend’s hair– was cozily nuzzled between the mounds of your ass.
You had never done this before.
Your tush was off-limits, as much as it pained Sukuna to see such a tight hole go to waste.
Your boyfriend was a creature of possession, of marking and territory and he was never satisfied until he was sure his claim was clear.
He had been yearning for a taste of your ass since you first took your pants off; desperate to fuck you open on his fat cock, to mold you to the shape of his dick, leave you so far gaped you could never erase his mark. He wanted to pump you full, watch his seed fill that hole before flipping you around and doing the same for your mouth, until you smelled and tasted like him all over.
But it was always a no.
Until today.
You were going to surprise your boyfriend.
After a long day of bus rides, shopping carts, and paint swatches, you finally kicked your snowy boots off.
“Gonna bathe,” Sukuna grunted, dropping the bags by the door.
You took off your coat, hanging it up before rubbing your frozen hands together. Fuck, it was frigid out.
Your boyfriend padded to the stairs, pausing on the second step. “You coming, or what?”
Heat flooded your navel, warming your core and sending delicious sparks to where you were full.
You rushed to catch up with him, letting Sukuna pull you upstairs to the bathroom. He made quick work of plugging the drain and turning on the hot water, even as you draped yourself over his back to kiss at his nape.
With a grunt, he stood, shaking you off as he removed his shirt unceremoniously.
Your cold fingers itched to feel on him; those plush pecs were always a hundred degrees, and nothing sounded better at the moment than two handfuls of tit and a nice defrosting.
A white shirt flew at you, whipping your side playfully.
“Don’t even fucking think about it, brat.”
You pouted.
He didn’t budge, keeping his distance as he dropped his sweats and boxers.
Even soft, he was huge.
Fuck.
The plug shifted minutely inside you as you clenched and unclenched around it.
Sukuna made a point of staying out of reach as he rummaged in the spacious bathroom for things to put in the tub– those fizzy balls, the sud-making stuff, the salt– you had trained him well. He put products on the lip of the tub, testing the temperature of the water on the inside of his wrist. All the while, he paid you no mind.
Well, two could play that game.
You slipped out of your shirt, making quick work of your underlayers, before sliding off your bottoms. Turned away from him, you were sure to make a little noise as you slid off your underwear, bent to show off the pretty gem between your cheeks.
It took one– two– three look-backs for the image to click in Sukuna’s head.
You had never seen him move faster.
Hands were on your flesh before you could process what was happening.
Knelt behind you, your boyfriend's hands pried your asscheeks apart, practically nosing at the plug inside you.
“Fuck.”
Your partner was by no means expressive or good with his words– but this?
You could hear a pin drop as he stared, flesh of your bottom heating under his intense gaze.
You snuck a look back, shaking your ass in his face just a little.
If Sukuna was any less hypnotized, he would’ve given you a nice spanking for being a tease.
But now, almost mouth to mouth with your sweet hole, he couldn’t do anything but breathe heavily through his nose.
If he didn’t focus on breathing, he was certain he’d pass away on the spot.
“You like?”
If his blown pupils weren’t enough of an indication, his cock– now half-mast and quickly filling– told you all you needed to know.
“Wanna take it out?”
Sukuna swallowed, throat like sandpaper as he nodded.
Thick fingers gripped at the polished edges of the metal plug, giving a slow tug.
You were tight.
As fuck.
As his fingers stilled, the plug slipped right back in, eliciting a little whine.
From who? Sukuna couldn’t tell.
“Harder, ‘kuna– you won’t break me.” You braced yourself on the marble counter, bent and arched.
With a more forceful tug, the plug slipped out all at once, leaving your pretty hole fluttering around nothing.
Wet warmth flooded your ass.
“Sukuna!”
You jumped, flinching forward to escape his tongue.
Big hot hands gripped the fat of your ass, pulling you back onto his face.
“Haven’t shaved… don’t do that–”
“Don’t care.” It was muffled, tongue working deep inside your tight hole.
Fingertips dug into the meat of your ass as he feasted, devouring the copious amount of sweet lubricant inside you.
Replacing it with his mark; his thick spit.
You groaned, head dropping onto the counter as your neglected front got wetter.
Just as quickly as it started, he was pulling away.
“Bath time?” You blinked, trying to still the spinning of your head as you looked back at your boyfriend.
Sukuna had never looked so fucked.
His cheeks were a vibrant rose, matching the flush of his dripping cock. A cock he was furiously fisting as he stood.
Sukuna’s blunt tip prodded at your hole, which graciously parted at the prospect of something fat to fill it right back up.
“Fuuuuuck.”
Sukuna rocked forward slowly, girthy cock stretching you deliciously. The ache shot through your body, nipples hardening and mouth parting at the feel.
A cry– high and whiny– escaped your big boyfriend’s throat.
You did it.
You finally broke him.
Plush arms wrapped snug around your waist as Sukuna draped himself over your back, fucking into your ass unforgivingly. He punched the air out of your lungs with each thrust, tip bullying your insides in a way that had you dripping all over the floor.
“Fuck– tight. So fucking tight.” Although it was pressed up against your ear, he was talking to himself, all growled nonsense. “Need this ass. Need to mark this fuckhole so fucking good.”
You pressed back against him, grinding on his veiny cock as he worked it deep in your tummy. One big hand smacked against the meat of your rump, prying open your cheeks to seat himself further inside.
With an iron grip on the fat of your bottom (one that was sure to leave finger-shaped bruises the next morning), he rammed into you. His leaking head prodded at your insides in a way that had your stomach bulging with each thrust– something he ran a possessive hand over, putting pressure on your lower abdomen.
Each hump had stars exploding behind closed eyelids, toes curling against the cold bathroom tile as he practically lifted you onto the counter with his forceful movements.
The coil between your legs wound, thighs tensing as Sukuna nibbled at your earlobe; you knew it was taking everything in him to not bear into your shoulder, to not draw blood.
“Gonna stuff you so fucking full.”
Whether it was the grunted way he said it or the way he ground deep inside, you were cumming. Your release, fucked out from between trembling thighs, splattered all over the white bathroom tile.
The way you bore down on him had Sukuna tumbling off the precipice right after you. The rocking of his pretty dick stuttered as thick milky cum flooded your hole. He fucked it into you shallowly, rubbing the tip of his cock over the smooth flesh of your tummy.
You had never felt so warm.
So much for freezing over.
Oh, fuck– the bath.
“Sukuna!”
Your boyfriend, pliant against your back, could only murmur praises into your neck as you squirmed.
“The water!”
“Fuck the bath.”
“You came inside– I gotta–”
“Don’t gotta do nothing. You’re perfect.”
In the end, with a little wrangling and some praise, you managed to wrestle Ryomen Sukuna into the bath.
Big hands massaged the tense muscle of your shoulders, then down your arms, as warm bubblegum pink water pooled around your bodies. Resting back onto his firm chest, you allowed your eyes to shut, groaning happily as he worked out a knot with practiced fingertips.
Gentle lips pressed a feather-soft kiss to the top of your head, then the side of your neck.
“Thank you…”
It was soft, barely there– but in the otherwise silent bathroom, it was clear as day.
lain your posts give me LIFE 💔would you ever consider doing dickcember 20 with satosugu??? or either of them x reader??? whatever you’d prefer or if not at all thank you for getting me thru december regardless king i wish you the best
Sugar Cookies & Sugar Plums
Rating: E (18+) - mdni
Pairing: Gojo x Geto
Content: dickcember day 20 - praise, food play, sweet; fluff & smut, oral (geto receiving), anal, creampie, birthday sex
thank you so much for this request! HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOJO!!
Satoru Gojo didn’t ask for much.
Birthday or not.
The things he could ask for were easy to take– whether it be with the flick of his fingers or his black card.
It was the things he couldn’t ask for that were the most alluring.
Having his birthday on a Saturday was one of them.
Suguru Geto, sweats slung low on his tapered hips as he graced their shared kitchen was another.
Satoru had known Suguru for most of his life at this point. Even in his worst nightmares– the ones filled with darkness, stitches, and soft hands around a cold body– he couldn’t picture his life without Geto.
But he also couldn’t picture this.
Suguru danced around the white marble of their kitchen island, pink apron– Gojo’s– tied snug around his tanned chest. The rosy lace trim was stark against the hard lines of his strong build, further accentuated by the strain of the fabric over his bare pecs. Commander in Beef was emblazoned across the front, a gag gift from Yuji last Christmas, but Gojo couldn’t bring himself to laugh.
Suguru Geto was beautiful, even like this.
Especially like this.
His lover moved to the beat of a 2000’s club classic, Gojo’s playlist humming low on their smart speaker. Something warm bloomed in his chest, a deep-seated memory tainted with the sting of yakult soju and the ring of laughter, deep-bellied and bright. Though they had grown old together (old by Gojo’s standards, at least), some things never changed. Most days, he still felt like that gangly teenager, forever stuck in his youth.
A pearly smile softened purple eyes as Geto noticed him, sleep-tousled and gawking in the doorway of their shared bedroom. Gojo was positive his hair was sticking up every which way, and he had a bad habit of drooling in his sleep– something he was acutely aware of as he self-consciously wiped his face. Under Suguru’s gaze, he wanted to be pretty. Wanted to be worthy.
“Good morning, birthday boy.” It was a purr, warming the pit of Gojo’s tummy. “Come try this.”
Pink dusted pale features as Gojo met his partner in the kitchen, warm feet on cool tile. Gojo nuzzled into him in no time, arms wrapped around Suguru’s midsection from behind. He rested his chin on Geto’s shoulder, the arm that wasn’t mixing.
Under the ministrations of a thin metal whisk, cream frothed beautifully in a glass mixing bowl.
“Sweet cream. Taste.”
A strong tanned finger scooped up the soft peak on the whisk, bringing it to Gojo’s lips. The tip of Suguru’s finger was enough of a treat on its own; however, the nostalgic taste of whipped cream was something else. It was a taste that felt like home, whatever that meant. Like late nights draped over a Kikusuian bag, fingers sticky, tasting of kikufuku and his lover.
He groaned around Geto’s knuckle, tonguing off the last of the cream as Suguru’s hand pulled away.
“Good?”
“Great.”
“I’m glad.” Purple eyes looked down at him with a fondness Gojo couldn’t fully comprehend– blue eyes averted as soft lips pressed a chaste kiss to a pale temple. “Help me put this on the cake, then.”
“The cake?”
Suguru side-stepped out of his grasp, opening the oven to pull out a pale green sheet cake.
“Been keeping it warm so it’s easier to roll,” he explained as he shut the oven door with his hip. “Grab a spatula.”
Gojo was nothing if not obedient– for him, that is. Bowl of cream and silicone spatula in hand, he joined Suguru at the stovetop. His boyfriend spooned mint green paste onto the sheet cake, and Gojo’s stomach growled.
Zunda.
His favourite.
He must have been an angel in his past life.
Thick hands guided slender ones to spread whipped cream on top. A pale hand shook as he smoothed the thick layer down with unpracticed strokes. As much as Gojo had was the strongest, his competency with desserts ended at his sweet tooth. The warmth of Suguru’s palms against the back of his hands– the press of his solid frame against his back– was definitely not helping.
“Good job.”
Low in his ear, Geto’s breath ghosting over his cheek, heat prickled down his spine.
“Suguru,” he whined.
This wasn’t fair.
He was gonna fuck up all Geto’s hard work if his boyfriend teased him like that.
Geto laughed, and the sound vibrated through Gojo’s bones. He wanted to bottle the feeling.
“C’mon, let’s roll the cake and eat it.”
Gojo blinked at his lover. “We’re rolling it? Like the 7-Eleven cakes?”
“I told you already. Pay attention, Satoru. Wash your hands.”
Gojo did as he was told, patting them dry on Geto’s ass before saluting.
“Reporting for baking duty, sir.”
Geto rolled his eyes, and Gojo couldn’t help but grin wider. Suguru had to be stupid, to put up with him like this.
“Alright. Gently lift the edge with your fingers– make sure it’s loose at the bottom before rolling it up.”
Gojo slipped his fingertips under the edges of the sheet cake, gently prodding and lifting to loosen it.
“Good, baby.”
The purred way Geto said it, the way he was once again standing behind him, was fuzzying his mind. Two strong arms slipped around his waist, holding him snug around the tummy. A tummy that was now doing swoops.
If it were anyone else, he’d have his infinity on– keep a nice barrier between him and the assailant, keep his head on straight.
But not with Suguru.
Never with Suguru.
So with shaking fingers, he gently lifted one edge of the cake, attempting to roll it into a log.
The cake split under his fingers.
Suguru, watching over his shoulder, sighed.
“Sugu, I–”
“Couldn’t be helped.”
“You worked so hard and now it’s ruined…” Gojo trailed off, pout weighing down soft lips.
Frosting splattered across Gojo’s nose and lips.
Geto’s hand, square in the middle of the pan, smushed the cake irreparably.
“Sugu–”
Another splatter. Suguru crushed the cake in a fist, zunda paste and whipped cream spilling out from between his fingers.
“There. It’s my fault it’s ruined.”
Gojo couldn’t help but tear up a little, sniffling as he bit back a smile.
Suguru really was stupid.
He brought his sullied hand up to his mouth, having a taste of the cake-turned-paste in his fist. He hummed, pleased, before bringing it up to Satoru’s lips.
“Try.”
Gojo lolled his tongue out, letting Suguru slip his fingers against his taste buds.
He bit back a groan as those fingers crept towards his throat, pressing down on his tongue deliciously. Gojo’s eyes fluttered shut as he locked his lips around sweet digits, sucking cake off his lover’s skin.
“Happy birthday, Satoru.”
Just like that, fingers were replaced with soft lips, just as sweet.
Suguru’s warm tongue slipped into a waiting mouth, lapping at Gojo’s cream-covered palette.
Gojo’s clean hands tugged down Suguru’s sweats and boxers, then fumbled with the ties of his apron, scrambling to remove any fabric separating their bodies. Geto laughed into Satoru’s mouth, grinning against his lips when Gojo pressed in closer at the sound. Suguru– with his one clean hand– helped Gojo out of his pajamas.
Dancing around their discarded clothes, Satoru’s sweet tooth had him reaching for another handful of cake. Suguru grabbed his wrist, bringing Gojo’s slender fingers to his tattooed chest. Gojo sucked in a breath, smearing whipped cream and sweet edamame paste all over the fat of his breasts.
“Got me all dirty, Satoru.”
It was a purr, a taunt, but the way his lover’s cock was hard and leaking all over the tile had Gojo thinking he was anything but mad about it.
“Sorry– I’ll clean you up.”
A tan hand dragged pale, cream-covered fingers down his strong abdomen, smearing their confection down the line of dark hair dusting his navel.
Geto was gorgeous, like this. Warm morning light glinted off the polished white marble of the kitchen counters, haloing his pretty frame. His radiance was striking; tanned skin glowed gold, even smeared in birthday cake.
With Gojo’s pale hand fanned across his tanned pelvis, Geto’s cock twitched.
“Keep going, baby. Hand’s still dirty.”
Gojo had a sweet tooth. Unbearable cravings.
But he had never wanted anything more than to put his mouth on Suguru Geto.
Gojo dragged his hand lower, jerking the base of his lover’s cock in short, firm strokes. It certainly didn’t clean his hand, but with the way Geto was dripping precum, it didn’t matter.
“Gonna clean me up now?”
Gojo’s bony knees were hitting the tile before Geto could blink, the thud surprisingly on-beat with the soft thrum of the music in the back.
Spit-slicked lips met flushed head, kissing away the precum beading at the tip. Geto rutted forwards, strong hand carding through white sleep-ruffled hair. Pink lips wrapped snug around his shaft, soft tongue laving a warm stripe down his length as Geto guided his head further down.
“Fuck. Doing so good, baby.”
Geto grunted, more of a growl than a moan, and Gojo was so hard it hurt. A clear string of precum connected his pretty cock to the cool tile, neglected between pale thighs. He took Geto deep into his throat, tears threatening to spill from big blue eyes.
“Just like that. Takin’ me so deep.” Suguru threw his head back, fingers tightening around Satoru’s roots as he fucked his mouth.
The tanned column of his throat was so beautiful from below, Adam's apple bobbing he swallowed. Gojo followed suit, throat clenching around Suguru as fat tears rolled down soft cheeks to splatter on goosebumped thighs.
The blue-eyed man hummed, pleased, as Suguru dragged him off his length by his hair. A pink lithe tongue rolled out of his mouth as Gojo stood, licking up Geto’s happy trail and chest. That tanned hand was yanking him by the head again, mashing their lips together once more, all teeth and tongue.
Geto sucked the salty-sweet taste of cream and precum off of Gojo’s tongue, lifting him by the thighs to carry his lover to the kitchen table. Pale back met dark wood and Gojo was arching, shaky thighs spreading as his flushed cock dripped obscenely.
“So needy.”
Hot breath tickled sensitive skin as big hands pried Satoru’s ass open. A warm wad of spit rolled from behind his balls down to his hole, and a thick thumb fucked it inside with little resistance.
“So sloppy and loose, baby.”
Gojo keened, a flustered noise, shifting down to try to ride the digit forcing its way inside.
Just as soon as it started, and with a teasing press to his prostate, the thumb was pulling away.
Gojo rose to his elbows on the tabletop, blinking blearily down at his lover.
“Sugu–”
The fat head of Geto’s cock nudged at his rim, sliding in with practiced ease.
Gojo was shaped like him on the inside.
Those beautiful tattooed arms wrapped around his midsection again, Suguru thrusting in slow and deep. With each balls-deep plunge, purple stars exploded behind eyelids Gojo hadn’t even realized he’d closed.
“Look at me, baby.” The deep molasses of that voice had his navel heating and precum dripping onto the short white hair of his pelvis. “Look at me while I fuck you.”
Blue eyes met purple, blown pupils interlocked, and neither man had ever seen a prettier sight.
For one, his first love– the only one who could ever understand him, his other half.
For the other, a God among men– the strongest, falling apart so beautifully under him.
Pale arms met Suguru’s neck, elegant hands tangling in long black locks as Gojo pressed their lips together once more.
Moans and whimpers mixed between mashed mouths, swallowed by one another as Geto thrust in rougher. One of his tanned hands fell to Satoru’s ass, palming and squeezing at his left cheek– yet, his lips worked softer as his boyfriend’s tongue slid against his.
The kiss was sweet, tasting faintly of whipped cream and edamame, and Gojo would forever associate the taste with release.
Grinding back on Geto’s dick as it thrust in harder– slow rams into his core, balls smacking against his trembling skin– Gojo had never felt closer to ascension. His back arched taught, perching prettily at the edge of the table as Geto’s hands forced his thighs wider.
“Open up for me, baby.” It was rough, from a parched throat, and Suguru had never sounded prettier.
Gojo’s mind, a hazy litany of prayers and curses, barely had time to process before he was cumming untouched. His blushing cock squirted out ropes of milky seed, sullying both their chests. Gojo clenched rhythmically around Geto’s fat length, heels hooking onto the backs of his lover’s thighs to pull him in deeper.
Slick pink lips keened into Suguru’s, whiny and broken, as fingernails dug into Geto’s scalp.
The pain combined with the pleasure of his lover’s tightening hole had Geto tumbling off the edge too. Strong fingers digging into soft thighs, Suguru seated himself deep inside, yanking Gojo down onto his cock. Head dropping to his lover’s shoulder, blunt teeth dug into pale neck, hips stuttering as he released deep inside.
“Good boy, Sugu,” Gojo cooed, stroking the hair falling prettily down his back. “Just like that.”
That neglected rosy dick was still cumming, drooling pathetic little beads of semen down to his tight balls.
Geto grunted, cock twitching deep in Gojo’s tummy as it splurted, painting the insides of his pretty hole in his white. Marking him, with scent and seed.
Geto didn’t dare pull out, and Gojo praised him through it, soft lips moving gently against his ear.
“Thank you– best birthday gift ever.”
It was soft; sweet, like he was.
Geto’s release oozed out around his girth, dripping from Satoru’s hole onto the dark wood of their floors.
Satoru Gojo didn’t ask for much.
But if he could, he’d ask to stay in this moment forever.
