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[todo-shotoroki]

1//: But now..

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“....Return to my parents’ home.. my old residence...find my little brother, Senjurō...tell him...to follow his heart....and to walk down the path..that he feels is right.....and..my father...”

He stopped..should he go on..he loved his father, so why was it so hard to continue with his next words.

“....tell my father that...that I want him to take care of himself....and-”

Rengoku had so much more to say...but he could feel his life quickly draining from his body...he had to make this quick..he had to make it count..

“Ren-Rengoku-San..please don’t talk anymore” Tanjiro didn’t want to hear anymore...he didn’t want to believe this was happening...how could this be happening...he..he fought so damn hard..he can’t die...he’s ..the hero...he can’t die..not now...h-how-

“Young Kamado, I’m going to tell you all I can while I can still talk so I need you to listen..” with only so much strength left..he needed Tanjiro to understand the passion he was putting into each of these last words...before it was too late.

“There’s someone else I need you to seek out...”

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It was a normal day for her..as normal as it could get in a world of blood-thirsty demons. She didn’t leave her work in the village until late in the night so she wasn’t able to see Kyōjurō off on his mission that morning, like she wanted...but this time was like many others. He would go off and fight, she would work through the night and they would reunite..soon enough, to be together again.

Kyōjurō didn’t like that she worked so late in the night though..its dangerous, you never know who lurks and stalks in the shadows waiting for that perfect opportunity..she used to think he was trying to scare her, but everything he said held true, there were no grounds to doubt his words...he never gave her reason to.

She’d always reassure him that she was safe though..walking on the path with the most street light..staying in populated areas as much as possible until she had to duck off through the forest because “It’s the quickest way”... he was always protective of her nevertheless, no matter how tough she tried to prove herself to be.

It was just his way of expressing his love for her..and she gladly excepted it.

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It was 12:17 in the afternoon when she finally opened her eyes to greet the rising sun..Kyōjurō..of course that would be her first thought as she is welcomed into the new day..He informed her that it wouldn’t..no..shouldn’t..take no more than 2 days...it was a well-planned mission...he didn’t want to worry her with the details that people were always going missing on the train that he would be boarding...that all the swordsmen that were sent to investigate, fell silent..and that initially, he would be fighting alone. No, there was no need to worry her with the obvious factor that dying was not an outlier in this mission.. He would do what he always did...He would fight for what’s right, she would work past daylight and they would reunite..soon enough, to be together again.

She expected Kyōjurō would be returning soon, and she didn’t have to work until much later. Surely she would be able to see him before she left. She did light cleaning, and prepped a meal for his return, although she hoped there wouldn’t be too much eating, she was prepared to hear all about his mission, from the moment he boarded the train right down to him stepping out the train and breathing in the fresh, crisp air of his home town.

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Maybe he could finally take her to see Senjurō after so long, hope he’s doing okay..and she wishes to see Rengoku-San again..even though he didn’t bless her and Kyōjurō’s relationship from the start..she still wishes to know how he’s holding up, that’s just who she was, and how she’s always been. So caring and passionate; that’s one of the reasons Kyōjurō fell in love with her. Just one.

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It was nearing 4:30 in the afternoon when the food continued to sit on the stove and the small pile of trash sat in the corner of their small common room; she remained positioned on the cushion, legs aching as it has been folded for some time now, awaiting the arrival of her Kyō.

She mentally cursed him because in 2 hours night would be approaching, she would be leaving for work and a new day would be among them, which would make 3 days he would have been gone. One day more than it would’ve..no, should’ve taken.

What exactly could be prolonging his trip. She searched her brain over the details that he had run by her that day, trying to recall if he had mentioned anything regarding his time immediately after his mission.

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“....-and there may be injuries that would call for immediate attention...file reports and-“

Injuries. Of course. Patrolling a train packed with over 200 people, and the awareness of a possible demon attack, there were bound to be some injuries, right? Surely he would do what he had to do and return to her.

This pondering was going to drive her crazy, as many times as she’d done this, as he had told her not to worry for him, it was completely inevitable. She loved the man, her man, he was hers, and it was alright for her to worry. But every time she approached the point of too much worrying, he would appear in her view, into her arms, once again..

Maybe she could go for another plate as she waited.

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It took Kyōjurōu a while, longer than he would like to admit to formulate the right

collection of words that would carry the same passion that he intends it to hold, even coming out of someone else’s mouth.

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How could he find the perfect words for the perfect woman..the woman that came into his life when he was not aware of the need of her very presence..he loved her...he loved her..and now he was leaving her..he remembers every little detail about the last time he’d seen her..2 days ago, 5:45 am, he remembered her complaining about not wanting to go to work that day just the night before, but knowing the small dining shop was already understaffed, it would be painfully difficult to get this day off on such short notice.

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He watched as she slept on their shared mattress, not making too much of an effort to take his leave quietly as he knows her to be the heaviest sleeper..he would be back soon enough, she should get her rest.

The early morning light, little that was, did no justice in capturing all that was her beauty, he knew better though.

He did what he had always done, he kissed her..her forehead..her nose..her cheek...he pulled away and smiled..he loved her. Yes, he would be back soon enough.

At the time he couldn’t pinpoint the moment that it suddenly hit him, he felt smaller in their room; it was rare, to say the least, their room was only so big. He gazed at the composition his mind had laid before him..it was like he was looking in on someone else’s life..he summed it up to be detachment, he was leaving, leaving her...of course it felt a little weird. He just didn’t know why it felt weirder now than any other time he’d left for a mission.

With a smile on his face, fire in his eyes he said to himself with confidence, “I’m off, but I’ll be back, so don’t miss me too much”

Something soft inside him almost persuaded him to turn to look at her again, kiss her nose again, cheek, forehead, lips. But, with his wide, bright eyes and passion in his heart..he continued out the door.

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Now more than ever he’s glad she wasn’t awake to see him off. To see the fire in his eyes as he walked out of that door that early morning, prepared for any and everything that was to come with this mission.

He’s trying to keep himself from thinking of her right now, but it’s proving to be damn near impossible. He did a good thing today. So what is this feeling in the deepest pit of his stomach?

He didn’t act irrationally. But what if there was something he could have done differently, could there have been a different outcome?

He kept the damage to as minimum as possible...and nobody died. Not yet anyway. He knew he was going to die. No amount of breathing techniques nor mental strength could stop the outflow of blood rushing from the hole in his body.

It was getting cold. Which seemed funny to him, given that he is the Flame Pillar...was..was the Flame Pillar. He needed to talk fast..his mind was both moving too fast to grasp anything and not fast enough....time..he was running out of time.

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“There’s someone else I need you to seek out...”

What do I say? He knows she would be sad. Broken, Devastated. Angry? At him for not returning to her like he had promised that night..his last night with her..their last night together...NO. What does he say?!

“...tell her..I’m sorry..”

She would know that he loved her...should he say it.?

“and that I love her..I’ve always loved her..so so much”

It’s really cold now..getting harder to breathe..the feeling in my legs is completely gone. My vision..I..I can’t-

“and..tell her”

Gods, he was going to miss her. Her smile, the way her eyes always lit up when he returned from a long mission, just to get tangle within each other in a hug that felt like it was never meant to end, the mere fact that they were created for each other, there was no doubt that she was made for him, and he for her..they were supposed to spend the rest of their precious lives together, get married, have kids. He wanted lots of kids, a big happy family, one that he never had. He deserved it. He deserved you.

He’s realizing that it was not going to happen..he hoped that you would forgive him..even if you say you aren’t angry with him...he hoped you knew he wanted to return..not only for him..but for you..to get to you.. he needed to return to you..hold you, kiss you, feel you..one.last.time..

before he could never do so again..

More than anything he wanted her to be happy.. because she deserved that..He wanted her to be happy with him of course, and only him..but-

“tell her...to be happy....to live on...head high..no matter h-how devastated she may be..”

..but just as his heart ached, and he wished it would continue to ache..it being the only thing tethering him to this life..just as it ached......his mind slowly became blank..he saw flashes of your smile, he heard the ring of his brothers’ laughter...his father was at his side..smiling..and...his mother?

Yes, his mother was there...looking upon him with the softest, most gentlest smile..

“You did well my son. I’m so proud of you”

As much as he wanted to long to be in your arms again.. He did the right thing...he fulfilled his destiny. He could go now.

and so he did.

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The wall clock read 5:16, it was well past the time she had planned to start getting ready for work, as she sighed for the 37th time since she woke up, she knew she had to get ready soon.

She pushed her body off the mattress, she guess she could take a shower, trying to prolong her time until she had to leave for work was stressful... especially when you’re waiting for someone to arrive..

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Startle by the sudden tapping at her door, her heart fell in her stomach and she was snapped out of her mental dreaded thinking.

See! All that worrying for nothing. He’s here.

The breath that she didn’t know she held was released and forgotten as she made her way to the door, swinging it open, making sure not to hit the swinging bulb above. Kyō said he would fix that.

She wasn’t met with sunshine, however..it was suddenly grey out, gloomy even..she looked at the boy in front of her door, and noticed two others in the distance, with their backs, turned away from her. Hm.

The boy tries to look her in the eye, but it seemed to be a struggle, he opens his mouth to speak anyway.

“Um, a-are you-“

She recognized his attire immediately. Just like Kyōjurō, he had to be a demon slayer. Younger though. She welcomed the young boy in.

He didn’t look like her Kyō however, not as bright, confident..happy? Was something wrong?

She started to think about saying something, but the boy began to talk. A heaviness hanging on each of his words.

“M-my name is Tanjiro Kamado. I am a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.”

She could tell he was holding up an act, but why. And where was Kyōjurō?

“I was sent to partake in a mission on the Mugen Train, along with 2 other swordsmen to join and assist-”

They were...on the same train? That can’t be right though...why haven’t Kyō come back...did something happen? where was -

“-Kyōjurō Rengoku, Flame Pillar of the Hishira.”

Wait.

“I am saddened to inform..y-you....that-“

Wait. WAIT.

“Rengoku-san....Kyojuro Rengoku...was killed in action...”

All at once, her body was frozen over and set ablaze by the worst of flames...was she falling? She has to wake up. This-THIS is a dream-a NIGHTMARE. No. She was snatched out of her body and forced back in..back to being in front of this..person. What did he just say?

“what?..” she asked with half a brain, not even sure if she was the one that asked it..it was so soft, she probably only thought it, but then she saw his mouth begin to move...were those..tears? He was crying. Was she crying? She can’t feel anything. She’s telling herself that somehow this isn’t real...but it is.

This isn’t happening right now...but it is.

This can’t be happening...it is..

This...it was unimaginable..that he could leave..me..he..Kyō..he would never leave me..what was this boy even saying?!

She knew all too well that she wasn’t hearing things..this was all too familiar to her..

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you say your goodbyes, wish them luck...and you hope like hell you see them again. Because if you don’t...something got screwed up. You’re stuck...alone..replaying every moment to see if somehow you messed up. Did I miss something?... Breaking down every detail, to find the one thing you could’ve done differently. You become obsessed over finding that mistake..

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Obsessed over that ONE mistake that could have changed this.. all of this. It’s not right! Not FAIR!

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Until it drives you out of your mind..because life comes with pain..but times doesn't stop and wait for you to pick yourself up when you’re ready to move on.

She’s alone again..she’s going to have to grieve alone again..pick herself up...and fight for a way out..again..alone...without Kyō ...

But she’s falling...she can feel it...she’s falling fast..

“Kyō...”

it was barely audible..but she felt the words leave her mouth...the sting of where the sentence was headed..she wished she could take it back, but it kept forming..

“Kyō..please..n-no..“

Was any of this real...was she real..She sure as hell felt real..this pain? Was real.. more real than she could ever think was possible..

“d-don’t..go..Kyō..”

Her voice was trembling at this point. That..boy, was turning into a fuzzy green..figure..she’s sure the floor had disappeared.. her legs too..and she could hear wind..loud wind and..leaves?

..yea..leaves..

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It was the first day of Autumn, September 22nd..

Initially, it was her plan to take a walk through the park to see all the pretty leaves scattered on the ground. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen it before, she loved Autumn, ever since she was a kid. She and her brother would argue over who got to rake up the leaves first, so they could be the first ones to jump into the freshly fallen leaves, to welcome the new season.

She wanted to walk with Kyō through the park..hand-and-hand, taking in the beautiful scenery. She looks up at him, but he was already gazing down at her...his face was so lovely.

She watched as he let go of her hand, and grabbed a handful of fallen autumn leaves, throwing them into the air with joy..

“I love this girl!!”

This hadn’t been the first time he had said this to her, but this had been the first time she felt more prepared than ever to say it back to him...with that same burning passion that he held in his heart. Her heart swelled with happiness; she didn’t think it was possible for a person to be this happy. It felt..wrong. Like she had just figured out the key to life.. its purpose...and she didn’t want to share it with anyone but him...she love him. She loved him.

“I love you too Kyōjurō!!”

Her body disobeyed her, and tears formed at her eyes and gliding down her tremble cheeks. It was the beginning of Autumn, she wasn’t cold..the excitement was to blame, she was so filled with euphoria that it almost made her dizzy.

The way he looked at her, like she was the only girl...no, the only person in the world..nothing else mattered but this moment, here.

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She couldn’t feel anything..not anymore, even the pain was like a distant memory..she felt..empty..she was empty..how was she going to get through this..what was next...Kyō ..

She can’t...It’s just...her mind isn’t working...she needs him..why... Kyō ...

Kyō ..

She wants to drift..off of whatever surface she currently depending on...and float off into where ever...where ever he was....she wanted..more than anything..to be with him..

to see him...

to hold..

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Kyō ..

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She was always drawn to him. He was the most alive person she had ever known. He was good, he was kind.. and so gentle with her. She had lost her brother and father to the hands of a demon, and Kyōjurō carried her through and out of that pain. She still thinks about the family that she lost, she missed and loved them every day and every night but....she didn’t have to go through it alone anymore. She had Kyō.. He was her Pillar...of light...of warmth...the fire she needed when she surrounded herself by thick, icy walls...He was her flame that got her through that darkness....

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but now...

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Go ahead and live with your head held high. No matter how devastated you may be by your own weakness or uselessness, set your heart ablaze.

Grit your teeth and look straight ahead. Even if you stop and crouch down, the time won’t wait for you...or snuggle you and grieve along with you.

-Kyōjurō Rengoku💛❤️

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Joker Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Fluff🌺  Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

ASKS

Taking Off Their S/O's Makeup 🌺(Could you do Duncan Vizla,the Joker and whoever else you’d like.)taking off their s/o makeup after they come from a nightout because they are too drunk to do it themselves 💛

Stress Test 🌺can i request Duncan Vizla, the Joker, Victor Creed and what would they do if they see their s/o down because they're stressed due exams?

DRABBLES FROM MY🧠

Leaving Legacy 🌩️the Joker is captured by Batman. Leaving Y/n, his girlfriend to hold up his legacy but what happens when a woman nudges herself between the criminal and the good girl turned mafia leader?

You Just Wrote Your Death Wish 🌺Y/n is taken by the Penguin and Joker is ready to collect

Lipstick Kisses🌺

Living On The Edge 🌺Dating the Joker had its ups and downs, some would say more downs...

Waves 🌩️ J doesn't like waves

Surrounded In Gold🌩️🌺

The Queen Of Gotham🌺

Purple Coat🌺

PICTURE IMAGINE

Joker stealing the world’s rarest and most expensive diamonds as a surprise for you🌺

Joker Looking At You🌺

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Always Right - Far Cry 5 Fic Masterlist (Ongoing)

Summary: Joseph’s crazy prophecy comes true when the world is obliterated but, for whatever reason, he decides to save you, locking you in a fallout bunker with him. Trapped with a charismatic cult leader, can you hang onto your sense of self or will Joseph strip away everything that was ‘The Deputy’ to become his perfect little disciple?

Pairing: Joseph Seed x F!Reader, Jacob Seed x F!Reader, John Seed x F!Reader

Warnings: Cult tactics, manipulation, emotional abuse, physical abuse, dubcon, violence, heavy religious themes, Dom/sub tones, smut, trauma, survivor’s guilt (more to be added as appropriate)

*Please do not replicate/rework/translate my work, I do not give permission. This is on A03, Tumblr, Wattpad. Anywhere else, it has been stolen.*

Chapter 1 - The End of the World

Chapter 2 - The End of Independence

Chapter 3 - The End of Secrecy

Chapter 4 - The End of Kindness

Chapter 5 - The End of Modesty

Chapter 6 - The End of Bravery

Chapter 7 - The End of Apologies

Chapter 8 - The End of Manners

Chapter 9 - The End of Wrath

Chapter 10 - The End of the Illusions

Chapter 11 - The End of Trust

Chapter 12 - The End of Control

Chapter 13 - The End of Dignity

Chapter 14 - The End of Strife

Chapter 15 - The End of Horizons

Chapter 16 - The End of Safety

Chapter 17 - The End of Protectiveness

Chapter 18 - The End of Status

Chapter 19 - The End of the Deputy

Chapter 20 - The End of the Resistance

(Ongoing)

[shiruba-tsuki]

Get ready… To destroy this fake hero society.

[temptedbysyn-deactivated2022090]

━━━ ❝...and i hit it, like it's all mine...❞

↳ ; ༄ gojou s. x f!reader 18+

"Wherever I am, you belong. You're mine. Say it." ― J. Kenner, CM

content ; ༄ sexual content, modern/highschool au, all characters are 18+, fem!reader, soft/mean!dom gojo, he’s got a dirty mouth with a tongue piercing so beware, dirty talk, praising (lotsss of praising), brat!gojo, missionary, slight pussyjob (could squint for this one), virgin!reader, he teases you a lot in here (makes fun of you bc you make it so fun to), playful bickering, massive amount of sexual tension (i took laps around my room while writing this...that should say enough) & a cute ending ᰔ

w.c ; ༄ shhh, just know it’s pretty long so go grab some popcorn and some other snacks with a coke or something bc you might be here a while (srsly, heed my warning. it’s filled with sexual tension before the smut but…it’s a journey so stay with me)

↳ note from syn ; ༄ it feels like a millennia since i’ve put any work out (when in actuality, it’s only been a few weeks help) but this piece of work has been in the writing shop for a month, and i’ve finally managed to finish it! very pleased with the final product, and happy to share with other gojou simps like me, hehe, hope that you’ll enjoy & pls rmr to spare your girl a few reblogs and likes ୧

↳ p.s. ; ༄ can we talk about how i actually got this idea from stranger things? particularly when steve was at nancy’s house trying to help her ‘study’ but kept flirting and whatnot? i was rewatching the show at the time, saw that scene and it was like a lightbulb had went off: “i’ve gotta write this” and immediately ran to my opened docs, no joke. anyway, i typically don’t like the way i do my endings but this one has to be a favorite of mine & another special s/o to the darling light of my life that’s been such an angel at editing this little project, tysm @arcanedevil ilyily ᰔ

“What are the advantages and disadvantages to asexual reproduction?”

While Satoru laid on his side, propped up by an elbow — you were on your back, staring up at your ceiling deep in thought. It was an easy question. One you’d studied over and over along with the rest of the questions that were bound to be on the test Friday. The answer mocked you by giving you bits and pieces except the completed puzzle itself. You could practically see the right answer floating in front of your face but you were having trouble recovering enough of it to say it out loud.

Satoru stared at you, visibly able to see the wheels turning in your head as you fought to find the final answer to the question. It was amusing for him, tonguing the inside of his cheek and glancing down at the back of the flash card, catching the full answer written down in your pretty handwriting. It wasn’t nearly as hard as you were making it out to be but he took you being stuck as a result of him being in your presence, as a distraction. 

Maybe a bit egotistical, but probably right either way. 

“Having trouble? Do you want a hint?” He asked and you drifted your head to the side to look at him, annoyance settling in your eyebrows. He was clearly teasing you. How annoying.

“No,” you muttered, rolling your eyes back to the ceiling facing you. “I know the answer.”

“Okay. Then what is it?”

“Advantages are that it’s quicker and you don’t need a mate.”

He smirked, licking his lips. “And?”

You sighed, lazily crossing your arms over your stomach and chest. “There’s no genetic variation.” You reconnected your eyes back with his, grinning. “Organisms can’t adapt.”

“Hm,” he nodded, tossing the card aside, your eyes following the action. “As dumb as you may look,” he skillfully dodged the hit he knew was coming from you at that, laughing. “–you’re actually a little smart.”

“So I was right,” you stated, leaving no room for him to counter it.

With a devious twinkle in his azure eyes, he nodded again and you did a mini fist pump into the air.

“Alright, give me another one.”

He groaned, switching to lay on his stomach, face smushing against the warmth of his arm as he continued looking at your profile. Without his usual dark shades on, his pretty snowy white hair fell over his eyes, thankfully putting some sort of shield between you and his heated gaze. “I’m bored. Plus, we’ve gone through the flashcards at least twice now. Wanna do something that isn’t gonna put me to sleep or bore me to death.” 

A tiny part in you was willing to make room in your anti-satoru heart to feel a bit sorry for him. For the past hour and a half, he'd been diligently assisting you with study. He did complain a few times, but for the most part, he stayed engaged. That was shocking on its own but didn't he deserve a little praise? Maybe even a little reprieve from working so hard to help you.

He wasn't usually this helpful so you decided to cut him some slack.

He definitely deserved it.

Then, he got an idea.

You didn’t even need to look at him to know it either. The evil chuckle was enough to make you groan this time, awaiting the hellish idea that was about to tumble out of his mouth. “Hmm, since you’re so smart, you’d know that it’s been scientifically proven that sex is a good way to boost your energy. Might even help you study better.”

Welp.

That didn't last long.

When you (unfortunately) decided to look back at him, he slipped you a wink that almost made you want to jump out of your window; no parachute needed. Just the cold hard ground that would be cushioned by freshly cut grass that was, in no way, going to prevent your body from taking every bit of the fatal impact. You wouldn’t make the fall of course but that was the best part about it. You wouldn’t want to. Not if it meant you’d survive only to be thrown back into the same reality that he lived in.

“Satoru, you sound crazy. Sex does not help you study better,” You corrected him, “And not just that,” he began to pout, picking at the fluffy blanket you two were laying on. “I don’t go around having as much sex as everyone else. I want to actually focus on getting into the college that we talked about. Is that something you’ve even thought of?”

“You’re so mean,” he mumbled in a small tone that almost made you roll your eyes for the nth time tonight. “I, the victim, feel a little cornered right now.” He dodged your question but it wasn’t like you didn’t already know the answer. Of course he wasn’t worried about college right now. No, he was much too tied up into thinking about how he was going to make next week a living hell for you. 

“Gonna take that as a no,” you said, sitting up and stretching your arms out with a small sigh. Your back cracked along with your fingers as you took the time to release the tension in them too. “I think we’re done for the night.”

That made him pop up with you, trying to push some of his hair back from his eyes that only ended up flopping back into its original place. “What? We’re done already?”

“Didn’t you just say that you were getting bored? Clearly.”

“Ugh,” When he fell back against the bed, on his back this time, you didn’t mean to ogle the way his shirt rode up. Just from the peek of skin you got, you’d counted at least four little moles that laid across his lower stomach, one nearing his bellybutton. Why was his shirt even unbuttoned? If either of your parents walked in right now, you’d never hear the end of it.

They were strict when it came to your friends and such but boys? They noticed everything, and judged like no other parent on the planet. You could hear them sharpening their kitchen knives right now, thinking of all the ways they could chop Satoru up into little pieces. Even was probably planning out how to spread them across Japan for extra measure.

Them walking in, and catching even a little bit of his skin was something you didn't even want to think about. You’d practically sold your soul to the devil just to get him past your parents earlier, telling them over and over again that he was just your study buddy and nothing else. It was the truth so it wasn’t like you had anything to hide. Your unlocked door served proof of that but Satoru…was a one man show. He did whatever he wanted to do, blowing off all of the consequences that came with each and every single one of his bad decisions. In this case, each of those bad decisions were going to reflect on you and you didn’t want to be grounded for the next four years. 

Or maybe a lifetime this time. Who could tell with parents like yours.

“If I keep helping with you with these stupid flashcards,” he mumbled and you gave him a look, growing irritated the more you had to hear his voice. “–can I stay?”

An eyebrow of yours rose almost to your hairline, “Did you just call my flashcards stupid?”

He snickered, turning over onto his side so that he was able to rest his cheek against his palm, staring you down with his mystical blue eyes. Why did he have to forget his shades at home? It felt like torture being pinned down by such abnormally beautiful eyes. As if you’d ever tell him that out loud. The torturous teasing was surely to follow you well into college if so. 

“Well?” He pressed, ignoring your obvious disdain for the way he regarded your excessive need to study a moment ago. 

With a final exhale, having zero patience left for him, you shrugged.

“Why not?”

“What are the 3 parts of a nucleotide?”

Satoru had his head hanging off of the edge of your bed while you were sitting next to him, a leg crossed over the other.

For a while, he’d been a little preoccupied with lifting up your short skirt since you were so close to him but after swatting him rather hard, he settled for actually paying attention instead of going home with a red bruise later. Looking like he’d gotten beaten up just wasn’t worth a two second peek at your underwear. 

“Easy,” you said with a knowing smile, making him smirk. “Phosphate group, Deoxyribose sugar and Nitrogen base. Right?“

“Mmm, someone doesn’t sound very confident. If you aren’t totally sure, why did you smile?” He teased and you were forced to look back at him, holding your ground.

“I am confident. Just wanna make sure since this test is gonna count for half of my grade.”

He nodded, “Fair. You’re right, by the way.” He flicked the card from his long, slender fingers, letting it bounce across the carpeted floor, towards your desk against the wall. You weren’t meant to stare, but you caught a few moles that were also on his hands, some lying in between his fingers that were as equally distracting as the stupid smile on his face, catching you staring right at him. 

You snapped your head back down at your hands laid in your lap and he moved on, the smirk never leaving his plushy lips.

“Ooo, we’ve got a good one here.” The playful tone of his voice piqued your interest as you tuned back into the questionnaire. “Give me the definition of selective breeding.”

You felt your ears burn at the way he’d said ‘breeding’, catching the implication behind it. It was so incredibly childish but his voice had always been a sort of guilty pleasure of yours. Again, not something you’d actually tell him out loud. Seemed a bit outlandish to even say something like that to him when you knew he’d only take it and run with it. He acted like he had an ego almost bigger than anyone you’d ever met. You’d only play right into his hands that were so unfairly pretty. Palms much larger than your own with fingers long enough to reach a lot of hidden parts in yo–

“Um,” you shuddered in a breath that he naturally didn’t miss, and tried to focus back on the question. “It’s where select parents with desired traits mate. Where…organisms are purposely crossed?”

Satoru chuckled deeply, subconsciously causing your thighs to tighten together. He licked his lips and looked down at your legs where your skirt stopped, hungrily eating up the sight that you were oh so willingly giving him. He clicked his tongue ring back and forth between his teeth, the sound tempting you to look at it but you kept your eyes down, almost holding your breath to make sure you got the question right.

He blew out a breath, and looked back down at the card, “Such a smart girl. You’re right again.”

You closed your eyes and breathed through your nose because you were obviously being tested by the universe itself. This was far worse than torture. It was like being set on fire with no water in sight to help put you out. 

And Satoru was the cause of it all.

The pet name only served to make the situation worse for you, but you were strong. Had the will of an ox, even. You weren’t going to be taken down by the likes of him. So you pulled yourself together, internally, and opened your eyes to settle them back onto his, who looked to be waiting for your response patiently.

“Thanks. Next?”

Studying only lasted so long until he began to get restless with the endless questions and answers and more questions with more answers. He got bratty when he got bored, and it was the last thing you wanted to deal with. So, he trudged on to your brother’s old room to play the xbox while you stayed in your room to do a little more studying.

Though it was a blessing in disguise that you were finally left alone to your own version of quiet studying, you couldn’t swallow down the incessant desire to be back in the same room as Satoru. 

You’d begun to miss his annoying voice, as dreadful as it was to admit. He wasn’t always so bothersome. He was just really good at getting under your skin and oftentimes, you let him. He got a kick out of getting you angry, but sometimes you tried to suck it up because the last thing you ever wanted to do was bring him any sort of joy. 

It was like a rule, of some sort, for you.

Satoru was a…good friend of yours. It didn’t happen by choice. Rather, he’d sort of forced himself into your life and became someone pretty important to you. He wasn’t nearly as bad as some girls have said. He wasn’t a player nor did he actually have as much sex as everyone else wanted to believe. Every bit of his personality fit the description of a fuckboy but he was far from it. He did have a couple of girlfriends in the past but they all couldn’t handle the moments he stopped being funny, loud, and obnoxiously flirty. They wanted the Satoru that they saw around school, not the nervous boy alone with a girl. Face red, and slightly awkward. 

He had his moments where he got sad sometimes, cried out his frustrations and just wanted to be alone. There were only a handful of people within his close, tight knitted circle, that were able to handle his back and forth moods. You were one of them.

Satoru got misunderstood quite a lot. It was understandable considering no one outside of his circle actually understood him the way you all did. The constant misconceptions of him, and what his life was like outside of school was nauseating to always hear about. He didn’t have loving parents or any siblings to lean on when things got bad at home. He just had his friends and even then did they often make him feel a tad bit alone.

Without fail though, you were always there. Through the bad and through the good. He knew he could be a real handful but he appreciated the fact that none of what he could ever say or do to you could ever make you run away from him. He didn’t need instability. He needed structure and a promise. A promise that you and the others weren’t going to ever give up on him. He looked at himself as a burden; a project. A constant problem that always needed fixing. Except…you never saw him that way. Sure, he could be annoying, loud and obnoxiously flirty but those things were what made him, him. 

You kind of liked those things about him.

Satoru made you smile, and that was all that mattered.

After several minutes of lying on your bed and finding yourself re-reading the same questions over and over again, you decided that your own presence was beginning to feel never ending. 

With an aggravated huff, you tossed your cards to the side and scooted out of bed, stomping towards your brother’s room.

Thankfully, your brother was a little older than you, and had chosen to live on campus when he left for college last year. Even so, his room was the same way he’d left it the day he went away. It was cleaned up, but not much of it had changed.

When you walked into the room, the sound of constant tapping at buttons and grunts met your curious ears, catching sight of Satoru sitting at the end of the twin bed, leaned forward with a controller in his hands. His eyebrows were pushed together in concentration, legs spread to give his long limbs enough room to smash all of the right buttons in time. The muscles and tendons underneath his creamy skin flexed with each tap at a button while the veins in his arms and forearms pulsed and bulged, prominently. There were even veins along the tops of his hands that made it extremely hard to look away from.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, releasing a deep sigh with a fallen look on his face. “Did I just die? After all of that? Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” Then he noticed you by the door and smirked, head tilted. “Funny seeing you here. What? Finally got tired of studying?”

With an obvious pout on your lips, you padded over to him. “Move,” you mumbled, knocking your hip softly against his arm. He grunted and scooted a bit to the side to give you enough room to join him on the bed. With a drawn out breath, you shrugged sitting down next to him. “My head felt like it was going to explode.” You looked at the tv screen before you, a look of confusion on your face. You pointed to the screen, “What are you playing anyway?”

Satoru set the controller in his lap and leaned back on his hands, looking you over in a not-so-friendly way. It made your heart speed up, and you couldn’t understand why.

“Mortal Kombat 11. Wanna play?”

Your face scrunched up and he couldn’t help but cough out a laugh that tempted the tugging at your lips for a smile of your own.

“Well I guess I got my answer then.” 

He switched off the game and laid flat on the bed, biting at his bottom lip. You decided to join him, finding the ceiling of your brother’s room to be a little more interesting than your own.

“By the way, are you a virgin?”

His question was so sudden and random that if you were standing, there was no doubt you would’ve felt your knees buckle because what kind of question was that? Not to mention, random as hell. He knew almost everything about you. You couldn’t exactly pull that kind of conversation from your memory but surely you’d talked about it before. With him, no less.

Right?

“Satoru…”

He chuckled, looking at you with soft blues. “What? Can’t I ask a question? I mean, you act so prissy. Then you’ve got those weirdly cute stuffed animals in your room. Let’s not even talk about the type of underwear you wear. I mean, granny panties? Really?”

Your mouth dropped open, staring at his side profile now as he smirked, feeling your eyes on him. “Did you go through my drawer?” His silence was telling. You smacked his chest and he rubbed at it, laughing now. “You did! Fuckin’ pervert! What’s the matter with you? And…yeah. I’m a virgin. Why do you care?”

His eyebrows shot up past his fringe, giving you a surprised yet curious look, “So I was right. What‘s keeping you from exploring that?”

“It’s hard for me to trust someone in that way. The person needs to be special…At least, that’s how I think anyway.”

“Fascinating…” He stared at you, eyes glazed over with interest now. Like he was wanting to know more. It made you look away, choosing to stare anywhere that wasn’t at him. “Would you let me pop your cherry? Since we’re close and all, and not total strangers.”

With a dead look, you glared at him. “Over my dead body.”

“Not even if I was the last man on earth?”

“Not even if you were the last man on earth. I’d become one with nature and die a virgin.”

“Liar.”

You laughed, “I’m not lying. Unlike everyone else, I don’t need sex to survive,” clearly teasing him.

Satoru hummed, placing his hands behind his head as he settled his gaze back on the ceiling. There was a playful smile on his face now and you couldn’t look away for some reason. 

“You may not need it but, I don’t believe you don’t want it.”

Of course you wanted it. Porn existed, if he didn’t forget. You spent most of your childhood watching different things, trying to figure out what you liked and why you liked it. As you got older, the content started to shift to…darker things that you realized was beyond the gates of vanilla sex. Nothing major, but it definitely wasn’t something you ever wanted your parents to ever know about. Not even Satoru.

Sex had always been something you were curious about. It was all people in high school talked about and catching people behind the school during certain periods was more than you needed to see (or hear about). There was even that time you caught Suguru jerking off in his room. You needed a quiet place to study and Satoru wanted you near him so he chose to invite you over to his Suguru's house. The library would have sufficed, but Satoru didn’t have a quiet bone in his body. He would’ve been kicked out so Suguru's house worked the same.

You were told you could go anywhere in the big house except for Suguru’s room, which — why in the world would you go in there? 

After some time spent studying, you needed to use the bathroom and once Satoru told you where it was, you headed down the hall towards it. Going to the bathroom, you were forced to pass Suguru’s room and wasn’t going to think much about it until you heard a strange groan coming from it.

Too curious for your own good, you stopped in your tracks and pressed an ear against the wood to see if it was going to happen again. 

It did, and it was a bit louder this time. 

It clearly sounded like a deep groan. 

It was so quiet you were able to hear the other sounds coming from the room, and concluded that he was probably masturbating or something. Not willing to listen to any more of it, you tiptoed the rest of the way to the bathroom and shut yourself in, locking the door behind you. You would’ve been an idiot to deny how attractive Suguru was.

Thankfully it was Suguru and not Satoru because your friendship was already weird enough. It wasn’t like you needed the mental image of him jerking off to make it any weirder.

Still, you wondered what he looked like underneath the clothing he was forced to wear since the school had a uniform policy. You figured it wasn’t weird to think about since it wasn’t in a sexual sense. You were just curious. He probably didn’t shave like that so maybe he was natural, trimmed even. He couldn’t have been no more than six inches or so. Very veiny in the arms and hands so there was that. Satoru definitely wasn’t anything extravagant so you stopped your thinking there, and let it be the last time you ever went down that rabbit hole. 

“You’re right,” you admitted, rubbing your socked feet on the rug. “I want to have sex eventually and if I see someone I’m attracted to, I have those kind of thoughts but I’ve never acted on them.” When you locked eyes with him, his were void of any teasing. Like he was genuinely paying attention to you now. “I mean, I can have sex with anyone in the world but meeting someone I connect with on a deeper level and letting them in like that — it’s a different feeling. Having sex with someone you just met won’t feel nearly as good as doing it with someone you really love and care for. Does that make sense?“

“It does,” Satoru muttered, stunned by the way you think about sex and the real meaning behind it. He was impressed. “I get it. I wish I could say I know what that feels like but…”

His past relationships weren’t anything like he once dreamed they’d be. He didn’t have high expectations but he thought he was going to at least taste what a real connection was like. He felt deprived of something he felt he was owed by now. Not given the chance to explore a feeling like that. 

You watched him look back up at the ceiling, a clear focused expression on his face. It made you feel a bit bad for him. 

“Toru…”

A lopsided grin split across his face, pretty blue eyes falling back on you, “Toru? That’s a cute nickname. Did you just come up with that?”

“I’m…” you blinked and chose to look away, feeling fire creep up your neck towards your face. “I’m not answering that.”

“You get shy when you have to tell the truth,” he commented, sitting up and straightening his spine, the grin morphing into an irritating smirk. “So that means you did just come up with it. Awh, is it because you feel sorry for me? Hm?”

The way he leaned his face towards yours made you want to run away but you refused to give him that sort of satisfaction. He was just your friend. An annoying one at that. His little tricks and games never could work on you. You weren’t about to let them start either.

You sat up too and turned your body to face him. narrowing your eyes, “Yeah. I did. So what?”

“So,” He drew out the word, a hand pushing into the mattress that was near your hip, tempting eyes flickering down at your lips for a split second. “–it’s kind of a turn on.”

“You’re weird,” your reply fell off towards the last word as you started scooting back on the bed the more he moved towards you. “Satoru–”

“Yeah?” He crawled up with you, caging the lower half of your body with his own, “What? Scared?”

You sputtered out a laugh that sounded more nervous than dismayed of the situation. “Me? Scared? Yeah, right. You're not the least bit scary.”

“Is that right?” 

Before you could’ve made it to the headboard, you were pulled back down by your hips to the middle of the bed. Satoru chuckled at the high pitched sound you made out of surprise but when your eyes met his eyes again, you glared at him.

“Are you enjoying this?”

He looked elsewhere for a moment, humming to himself like he needed to actually think about that. You rolled your eyes when his conniving blue eyes settled back down on you. 

“Yeah. You could say that.”

There was no way for you to get away when he was straddling your waistline and still had his hands at your hips. You didn’t waste time thinking about that, rather, you chose to divert the conversation to a safer place in hopes he’d laugh and move off of you because it was back. That evil thing called sexual tension was in the room again and it was back with a vengeance. As if the intense throbbing in between your legs wasn’t proof enough. 

“Hey, Suguru’s having a party Friday night right?” You asked him and thankfully for you, his expression blurred into a bright one.

“Oh yeah, he is!” Then the smirk was back. “Why? You thinkin’ about going this time?”

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest, “Who, me? Fuck no. I heard his parties include alcohol and drugs. My parents would literally kill me if I went anywhere near any of that.”

Satoru blew out a breath, rolling his eyes. “God, your parents are nauseating. Why do you try so hard to be so good for them?” He then leaned down, hands sliding up your shirt that made you shiver a bit. His eyes darkened and you couldn’t help but look back. “Aren’t you tired of pretending to be their innocent daughter? I know I am. It’s all fake, you know.”

You frowned, forgetting where his hands were, too taken by the subject of the conversation now, “Fake? What do you mean?“

He shrugged, hands stopping where they were, “Dunno. I mean, you walk around like you aren’t a slut.” Your mouth fell open and he grinned. “We all know you are. May be a virgin but you aren’t foolin’ anyone. Least of all, me.”

“That’s a lie,” you snapped back. “A slut? I make excellent grades, wear my uniform the right way,” he huffed out a small laugh, knowing you were referring to him and the majority of the school that always got in trouble for wearing their uniforms in different fashions that weren’t allowed. “–and stay out of everyone’s way. I even eat by the library where no one ever goes. So how am I fake and a slut?”

"Said you were a slut, not a good girl. We all know that."

Satoru’s cerulean eyes swept over your rigid figure, finding your sudden hostility very telling. He leaned back up on his knees and placed your legs at either side of his waist, making you shudder out another rocky breath, watching him. 

“Satoru, what are you–”

“You probably think you’re above everyone at school, huh?” His sudden question made you close your mouth, blinking up at him, confused. His hands ran down the side of your thighs all the way to your knees and calves, fingers dipping into your soft skin. “It’s funny because you’re just like us, just quieter about it. I mean, understandable since you’re so meek but don’t look down on everyone just because we aren’t afraid to be who we really are. True to ourselves, I mean.”

Your lips continued to part as if you wanted to say something but you couldn’t really get your thoughts together. As much as you wanted to argue him down, telling him that he was wrong, there was a bit of truth to his words. 

It seemed that it was easy to tell who you really were on the inside. How Satoru of all people could tell was beyond you.

It made you wonder if everyone else knew. If they knew what you liked doing in your free time, liked watching or even listening to... It made you feel embarrassed because you knew it was something you couldn’t go around talking about, but it was something you liked. You figured that no one needed to know but you. No one would even understand. Least of all, Satoru. 

He’d only make it his mission to tease you about it. It wasn’t something you wanted to broadcast so you stayed quiet about it.

“Look at you,” he cooed, tongue peeking out past his lips to wet them, still smirking. “What? Thinkin’ about how you’re going to get past this conversation? We’re already here so you might as well spit it out.” He then leaned down, still in between your legs, chest almost touching yours. His thin silver chain fell out past the collar of his shirt, dangling close to your face, his eyes boring into yours with evil curiosity. “Tell me what kind of slut you are. So quiet, so mysterious,” he chuckled at the frozen-in-time look on your face, “There’s more than what meets the eye, am I right?”

“You’re right.”

He blinked, watching your bottom lip quiver. Then he sighed, his minty breath hitting you right in the face.

“Of course I am, but that’s not what I wanna hear.”

His pretty blue eyes pinched into slits before he dove down to your neck, finding your annoying collar in the way of where he wanted to be. Another sigh erupted from his lips and then you felt his hands slither their way to your chest, causing your breath to stutter. 

“Satoru–”

“Shhh,” he quieted you, a short smile trying to tug at his lips, still by your neck. “If you’re too noisy, your parents will come rushing in like someone’s hurting you. Stay quiet for me. M’not gonna do anything to you.” His pierced tongue took a swipe at your earlobe, teeth playfully catching the end of it earning a soft gasp from you. “Yet.”

Never in your life did you ever see yourself in this sort of position with him. He was a flirt, that was a fact, but to make such a bold move on you was unforeseeable. Didn’t see it coming. In fact, you had the belief that he wasn’t ever interested in you in that way. He teased you a lot. Joked with you, always called you his ‘buddy’ and never made any sort of clear advances towards you that told you he wanted more than what you two had. 

Granted, Satoru was just downright confusing, to say the least. 

To your knowledge, he didn’t hang around a bunch of girls or went around having sex with everybody. He was pretty popular and hung around a lot of people that considered him a friend (but not any of his). Even still, he was just the class clown that somehow still made fairly good grades. He was cool with the teachers and sometimes got special treatment from them when it came to missing assignments. Still, as outgoing as he was, he didn’t flirt with many girls. Most went around school talking about how he stopped them in the hall to ask if they wanted to fuck after the next class period but they were all clearly lies. He wasn’t that sort of guy so if you thought about it, what made you so special?

The kind of flirting you’d seen him do at school was light hearted and mostly compliments rightfully owed to pretty girls in nice outfits or when their hair was neatly done. Even commented on their makeup but let them mistake his polite flattery for something more. 

With you, it was different. He treated you like one of the guys and it was fine with you but the way he was acting now…something was different. Like, really different. 

What if he didn’t flirt the way he did with you with other girls at school because you meant something else to him? That he’d already found what he was looking for and no longer needed to look elsewhere? It felt like a stretch but you knew Satoru by now. You were aware of how he acted and what was weird and what wasn’t. 

You couldn’t figure it out but maybe if things continued on, you wouldn’t have to. 

He’d just end up showing you.

Satoru’s fingers began to unbutton your shirt one at a time, feeling yours try to move his hands away. It was useless but once he was done, he captured your smaller hands in just one of his larger ones, keeping you from interfering with his plans with you. 

“Don’t you trust me?” He asked you but you still couldn’t see his face since he hadn’t moved from his place close to your neck. “Because I trust you,” he added, voice falling into a whisper.

When you felt the cold tip of his tongue ring run across your neck, you visibly shivered and felt him press a soft kiss to your warm skin, breathing in your familiar scent. Without your hands to push him away, you were left with nothing but to remain there and hope that he wasn’t planning on going any further than this. Your legs were still spread out around his hips, but you were unable to use them.

“Satoru, maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought.”

He pulled back with a slight frown on his face, forgetting about teasing you. “And why’s that?” He felt like his previous answer had been answered, just with an answer he wasn’t expecting to get.

You looked back at him until you couldn’t anymore, choosing to settle your gaze elsewhere that wasn’t directed towards him.

“I don’t trust anyone. Not like that.”

“Or you just don’t trust me.” His face became expressionless. He stared at you until the silence got underneath his skin. When he rose up away from you, it felt like you were able to breathe again except it didn’t feel as rewarding as it should’ve. It probably had something to do with the aura of rejection that began to radiate off of him, permeating the air around you. “Doesn’t really bother me. Couldn’t care less honestly.”

He moved away from you and was back at the edge of the bed, his broad back facing you now. 

You laid there for a moment until you sat up, biting into your lip.

It wasn’t like you lied to him. It was true. You didn’t trust anyone because everyone had the ability to hurt someone, no matter who they were to them. As unfair as it was (and sounded), it was the reason you couldn’t allow yourself to fully trust anyone.

Not even Satoru.

You didn’t even see the problem. You trusted him to be as honest as he could be but as far as trusting him? Without reservation? It was impossible. That was asking you for far too much and somehow — it made you feel responsible for his flattened mood even when it shouldn't have. 

“Satoru…”

He didn’t make a move to indicate that he’d even heard you. In fact, if you listened hard enough, you could hear quiet tapping. It sounded like the sound of him texting and it made you curious to know who he could’ve been talking to while being with you right now.

So with that newfound curiosity, you began to crawl over to him, near his shoulder. The bed shook and dipped with each movement of yours so you knew that he knew you were going over to him but that still didn’t grab his attention.

When you leaned over his shoulder to see what he was doing, you were right. 

He was texting someone.

Someone like his other best friend, Suguru.

If he was truly aware that you were there next to him, that didn’t stop him from telling his friend what was really on his mind.

All about you.

— Sugu

so…you do like her? why not just tell her that

— Sato

no point. she doesn’t even trust me 

not gonna waste anymore of my time on it tbh

it’s all bullshit

— Sugu

cmon man :/ you’ve been at this since freshman year

kept so many dudes from trying to talk to her and now you wanna give up?

lameee

— Sato

how am i lame tho? 

even if i tried asking her out she’d just say no bc of our friendship or something like that

should’ve not even come over here ngl

— Sugu

u don’t mean that :(

— Sato

you pickin me up or what 

— Sugu

man…don’t wanna get in the middle of all that but 

yea

sure, wtv

be there in 20

— Sato

thx man

owe you one

— Sugu 

damn fuckin straight you do

You scooted back from Satoru, falling back on your rump, trying to digest the conversation you’d just snooped in on.

If he liked you as much as you could clearly tell that he did, then trust wasn’t the problem. If your memory was going to serve you right, his apprehension towards expressing his true feelings for you had to do with something completely different. 

And you knew exactly what that was.

— flashback.

It was a study group day.

Both Satoru and Suguru came over your house that Friday afternoon as per usual with their heavy backpacks over their shoulders, lips turned downwards from walking in the exhausting heat for the fifteen minutes that it took for them to get there. Naturally, if you had talked with your parents beforehand about them coming over, they would’ve said no. Two boys and one girl in a large house, alone? Yeah, that wasn’t going to fly in any way, shape or form you tried to put it for them to understand. Therefore, you told them nothing. All they knew was that you were home, alone. 

So, the boys were forced to ditch their motorcycles back at their respective homes and walk the entire way to your house under the unforgiving hot afternoon sun. It was to only make sure that if your parents did come home early, they wouldn’t come back to find evidence of Satoru and Suguru at the house. 

To make up for it, you presented them with ice cold freshly squeezed lemonades at the door. They didn’t waste any time downing each of their glasses, Satoru unashamedly asking for another one before the two fled up the stairs to your room to wait for you.

Since you were in the kitchen finishing up the sandwiches you were working on before they arrived, the boys made themselves comfortable on your fluffy rug that rested in the middle of the room.

It was feathery and white, something both you and Suguru always teased looked like Satoru’s hair everytime you two thought about it. 

Satoru didn’t mind. He liked the attention either way.

“Sooo,” Suguru drew out, pulling out a few textbooks from his bag he’d need to study for the class he was most anxious about. Satoru slurped at his lemonade while on his stomach, scrolling through his social media feed. “Have you talked to her about it yet?”

“Huh?” Satoru glanced up at his friend, an eyebrow peaked with interest. “Talk about what?”

“You know…The locker room situation?”

“Ah,” Satoru smirked and set the glass aside, resting his chin on his arm as he went back to scouring through his insta. “That.”

Suguru gave him a look, “Yeah. That.”

“Nah, I haven’t.” Satoru grunted as he turned over onto his back, stretching his arms out in front of him with his phone still in hand. He got a text message and quickly went to text the person back. “No reason, really. She probably forgot all about it. No big deal.”

Suguru shook his head at his friend’s incredible ability to miss the signs that were clearly in his face. 

“Yeah, I doubt that.”

When the ‘whoosh’ sound of his text message was sent, Satoru placed the cellular device on his stomach and stared up at the ceiling. 

“I don’t. She hasn’t mentioned it so why should I?”

“Why would she? It was awkward, I’m sure.” Suguru leaned against the side of your bed, flipping through one of the textbooks for his bookmarked page. “I mean, she likes you but she’s shy. Then we’re friends so I think she’s been quiet about it because maybe she doesn’t want to ruin things. Not like you two dating would, honestly. Should just fuck and get it over with.”

Satoru frowned, feeling his ears burn, quickly sitting up. His mouth was agape when Suguru looked up at him causing his friend to snicker out a full laugh, shaking his head. “Clueless as fuck.”

“Who are you callin’ clueless? What do you mean?” 

“How am I clueless?”

“And why are you laughing?”

“Hey!”

Suguru continued to laugh his ass off, head falling back to rest against the top of your bed. Satoru crawled over and kept firing off questions until both of them heard the door creak open. 

You tiptoed in with a platter of sandwiches you’d made and it completely made Satoru forget what the previous conversation was even about as he stood up and ambushed you. He took several little ready-made sandwiches, shoving one in his mouth to leave extra room for his hands. Then, he hobbled back over to his spot on the floor, munching eagerly like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. 

Your cute frown at his impolite actions was noticed by Suguru who stood up and calmly walked towards you with a gentle smile. You smiled back when you felt one of his hands ruffle your hair.

“Don’t worry about him. Some pets come untrained,” he smirked and your eyes fell on Satoru who glared at Suguru’s back with an evil eye, still working on the sandwich he had in his hand. “We’ll teach him some manners. Then, you won’t have to worry about him running around here like he owns the place. Right?”

Under his gaze, you felt a bit small. To be fair, you felt small with both of them since they were at or over six feet. It was the way he looked at you. Eyes as dark as the midnight sky, peering down into yours, holding them with ease. He didn’t even have to work for the way you looked down at the platter in your hands, shying away from his intimidating stare. He simply hummed, a smirk still on his face, and grabbed a beautifully made sandwich from the tray. 

You looked up and he winked, “Thanks for the sandwich. Make sure to eat some too, yeah?” and bit into it as he walked back to his own spot near your bed. 

You stood there, heart beating irrationally against your chest, staring after him. It didn’t go unnoticed by Satoru who bitterly bit into his next sandwich, ripping his eyes away from you two to his phone again. He began grumbling under his breath about nonsense that Suguru couldn’t decipher but he had a few of his own ideas. 

His plan was set and in motion.

The next hour and a half flew by. 

It was hard to get any actual studying in when Satoru kept asking questions about the smallest things. Sometimes, it felt like he was doing it on purpose just to bother you from your focus.

Suguru was sitting closer to him so anything he needed help on understanding, his friend was there ready to slide any info he needed. Except, Suguru wasn’t who Satoru wanted the ‘help’ from. He wanted you to give him the answers, leaning so close into his personal space, able to smell your floral perfume. But no. He was stuck with Suguru who only gave him three worded answers for things he needed zero actual help on. 

He couldn’t help but groan, shoving his face in the textbook he was holding.

You giggled, looking up at him. “Giving up already?”

Satoru peeked over the top of the book, blue eyes wide, “I can do that?”

You sighed and smoothed out your skirt, “Sure you can but we all have tests that we really need to study for. Not to mention homework that still needs to be done. I thought you wanted to get into the same college?”

Satoru blew out a breath, pushing his long legs out in front of him to rest his book on his thighs. “I do. I really do but some of this stuff is just impossible to understand.”

Suguru pushed his glasses back up his nose, “Not really. You have to try a little harder, that’s all. It’s boring stuff, I won’t lie, but it’s what’s going to get all three of us at the right grade point average to even be considered for the college we want to go to.”

Satoru pouted, another frown settling onto his pretty face as he wiggled his toes from the inside of his white socks. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Satoru,” you scooted closer to him and placed a hand on the textbook in his lap that momentarily made him think that you were actually touching his thigh instead. Oh, how he wished that was the case.

He looked at you, eyes quickly falling on your lips that looked like little pillows. “It’s hard, I know, but that’s why we do these group study sessions.” You smiled, making his heart weep in pure agony. “Whatever you need help on, we’re here. No matter how much help you need, we’re here. Understand?”

He looked at you like he was in a trance. He could smell your perfume now and it almost galvanized him into kissing you but he held himself back because what was his thinking? Kissing you? His best friend? A girl he didn’t even see like that? Maybe he was tired and needed a break. That was it. 

That was all.

“Satoru?”

Your sweet voice brought him back to reality and he blinked, eyes shooting up to stare into your eyes now instead of your lips.

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water for several seconds until his brain short circuited. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” he hurriedly said as he stood up, surprising you a little as you watched him. “Be back.”

His long limbs struggled to gain his footing but when he finally had both feet on the ground, he quickly sped walked out of the room, his shoulder hitting the door on his way out. He groaned out into the vacant hallway, grumbling to himself again in slight pain.

You couldn’t help but giggle at him for acting so weird but it wasn’t weird to Suguru. No. He understood what's been going on with his friend for a while now. It was just a matter of getting him to realize his own feelings, and he knew exactly how to do that.

“Hey,” Suguru’s voice grabbed your attention, watching him set his own book to the side as he moved closer to you. It was now or never but he needed to do this in perfect timing. His window of opportunity was in between the small moment that Satoru came back. Satoru was a jealous guy. Suguru hoped it’d work. “You’ve got a couple of bread crumbs on your face.” 

“Oh, I do?” With an innocent worried look on your face, you began wiping at your lips when he caught your wrist, smiling.

“Don’t worry. I got it.”

He was so close now, you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him. His eyes were drawn to your lips and it made you squirm a bit. While a hand of his was occupied with cleaning your face, he used his free hand to lightly touch your thigh. 

“Stay still for me. Can’t really concentrate if you’re moving, right?”

Suguru was too good at this. Subtle movements, innocent actions, kind eyes and a casual tongue soaked in a sexual undertone. Nothing too noticeable unless he persuaded the mind to believe his interest came from another place other than wanting to simply be friendly.

It was where you were. He was so nice to you, it was hard to not see him as more than a friend. If there were truly crumbs on your face and he wasn’t using it as an excuse to get close to you, then that meant Satoru saw them but chose to not say anything. Then again, if he had…wouldn’t he have just teased you about it instead? Satoru never missed an opportunity to bug you about the littlest things. Bread crumbs on your face seemed like the perfect excuse to go about that. 

As you slowly came to the realization that maybe you didn’t have anything on your face at all, Suguru pulled his hand back, his soft smile never leaving his face.

“There. All clean.”

You swallowed and gave him a smile, still trying to fight back the blood that wouldn’t stop rushing to your face, making you all hot.

“Mmm, thank you.”

“You know,” you blinked, listening. “There’s something about you…that I can’t quite put my finger on. Something about you that I really like.“

Was this really happening? Sure, you had a little crush on him but never in your life did you expect him to actually return those same feelings. 

His pretty smile morphed into a devious smirk, leaning closer to you. 

You made a small noise and tried to move back but forgot you were wearing socks and couldn’t fight the smooth rug underneath you, slipping with each attempt. You quickly plopped on your back and saw Suguru hover over you, arms placed at either side of your head. His long dark hair was still in its loose tie that kept most of it from falling over his shoulder but some of it began to slowly frame your face like a dark curtain. Your hands were together and against your chest, not knowing where to even put them. 

“What would you say if I told you that I liked you? Hm?”

He was so much bigger and stronger than you that it felt futile to even try and move out from underneath him. Then again, it wasn’t like you had the strength to move at all with the way his eyes held you captive and in place. More importantly, if those things weren’t in your way, wouldn’t you still be lying there anyway?

One of his hands moved up to take your jaw, being careful with the way he handled you, and cooed, “I can imagine that this must be so shocking to you. I can’t tell if you’ve wanted this to happen or want me to stop altogether.”

“Please…” his eyes remained on you, trying to decipher what was on your mind. ”If you’re telling me the truth right now, don’t stop. I…I would say that I like you too.”

Suguru froze in place, unable to gather his thoughts in time to really understand if you’d figured out his plan and was just fucking with him or if you really had intense feelings for him. It didn’t make any sense. The way he watched you and Satoru go back and forth sometimes, bickering up a storm, he’d gotten the impression that you liked him back; just was too shy to say anything. He was only meant to help bring you two together, not help feed some crush he had no idea even existed on him. 

Time was unfortunately not on his side as the door quickly creaked back open, Satoru standing in the doorway with a blank expression on his face.

He stood there, looking at the way his best friend was on top of his other best friend, feeling like he’d interrupted something he was never meant to walk in on. Just before your panicked eyes laid on him, he'd seen the way you were looking at Suguru. How your hands had inched towards his face like you wanted him to kiss you. 

Or worse.

That you wanted to kiss him.

The way Suguru had been looking at you, it was like a stab in the back and Satoru had no clue why. So what, his friends liked each other. It wasn’t forbidden or unallowed between the three of you. Sure, it was never talked about in the first place but it was unspoken. Even so, Satoru couldn’t fight off the hands that began to wrap around his heart, intent on squeezing it until it popped within his chest. He left like he’d been hit by a truck. 

It felt wrong continuing to stand there so ignoring the pleas that fell on his name, he turned around and left the room. 

You didn’t understand what was going on or why Satoru left the way he did but you felt a sense of duty of figuring that out so you turned over and were about to get up and chase after him when Suguru stopped you by placing a hand at your waist. 

You locked eyes with him, clearly hurt that Satoru was now hurt.

“Don’t. You won’t understand, but this is good for him. Trust me. Let him go.”

You still had the decision to go after him but you chose not to and maybe if you had…

Things would’ve made sense in the future.

— present. 

“I’m gonna go,” Satoru mumbled as he stood up, stretching an arm above his head. When it popped, he let out a satisfied breath, rubbing his neck. You focused on the budding conversation, forcing yourself to step away from past memories. You began to remember the text messages you’d read moments ago and sat back up on your knees, staring at him. He gave you a strange look before he smirked, “So you know. Now what?”

You weren’t prepared for him to get right into it but then again, if he did have some sort of big crush on you for this long, what was the wait now? Might as well get right into it.

“Is that why you ran out of the room back then?” Satoru raised a brow like he wasn’t able to recollect the memory. “When you saw me and Suguru that day.”

“Oh,” he shrugged, “Yeah, I guess. I don’t really care though. I asked him if he had any feelings for you and he said no, so, you must’ve been the one to confess to him huh?”

“Yes.” His eyes fell down to the carpeted floor, biting into his lip. “I mean, I don’t…I don’t have any feelings for him anymore. I…” You fumbled with your fingers, nervously. “I like someone else.”

His pretty blues rose back up at you, fidgeting in place as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Someone else?” He huffed out a dry laugh, licking his lips. “Not that I care all that much but is it someone else I know?”

Your heart was beating uncontrollably and your skin began to sweat. You needed to make a move, ditching the thought of if it was going to be a right or wrong one. It didn’t matter because somewhere, deep inside, Satoru still liked you. You knew it. He was just too prideful to admit it to you. Either way, it was a shot, slim or not.

“Yeah. It is,” you moved towards the edge of the bed and got off of it, walking to stand in front of him. You were forced to crane your neck to look up at him, his eyes never leaving yours. “You know him very well, actually.”

A tick pressed itself against his jaw as he stared down at you. “That right…” You were so close that another step would’ve put you right up against his chest. “If it’s Nanami, I swear to god–”

“What would you do if I said it was him? Hm?” 

The smirk that spread across your lips taunted him. He was trying to remain respectful but you were slowly pissing him off.

“Then I’d tell you he’s no good for someone like you.”

Your brows rose in curiosity, “Someone like me? What do you mean?” you teased him.

“I mean…” he finally closed the distance between you and him, a clear annoyed expression on his face. “You two wouldn’t fit. Maybe it would go alright in the beginning, but then…” the urge to walk backwards from him was strong but you chose to hold your ground, interested in what he was going to say next. “You’d get bored of him because that’s just how you are.” He clicked his tongue, “You’re hard to please. I would be surprised if you two lasted a week together.”

As if he snapped the string of tension in the air, he backed away and yawned. 

“But, go ahead and entertain that if you wanna. Like I said, don’t care.”

“Liar,” you accused, crossing your arms over your chest. “You do care but you’re too scared to actually admit that.”

He sputtered out a small laugh, intrigued by the conversation again. “Yeah? Okay. I’ll bite. So I care. I don’t want you to date him.” His eyes narrowed in on you, walking back towards you. “In fact, I don’t want you to date anyone but me.” You stepped back, hopefully to keep some space between the two of you but it didn’t work. He kept closing it every single time. “I want you all to myself.” He snorted, disregarding how you were back to the edge of the bed now, almost falling back on it. “If that makes me selfish, then I guess I am. Gojou Selfish Satoru.” He smirked before taking a breath in. “Kinda has a ring to it, don’t you think?”

The last step he made towards you had you assuredly falling onto the bed, gasping out from the sudden impact. He didn’t let it stir him from messing with you as he leaned down, face centimetres from yours. 

“And I’m not scared, by the way.” His eyes went from yours to your lips, then back up with a fire in them. “I just wanted to see if you’d finally admit that you like me back.“

Your mouth dropped open, “What?”

He chuckled, amused. “Did you think you were going to beat me at my own game? You’re dumber than I thought.” When he stood back up, he was standing in between your legs, gazing down at you with a lazy smirk on his face like there was something clearly funny about the situation that you now found yourself in.

“Game? What are you talking about? I…When did I say that I’ve got feelings for you? I don’t!”

He nodded, hands finding themselves back in the comfort of his pockets. “Mmm, yeah sure. Whatever you say, princess.”

You gritted your teeth, smoke practically coming out of your ears. “Don’t call me that and I don’t like you. Who could ever like someone so conceited as you? Cocky and over the top. Not to mention, you’re annoying and you–you talk too much!”

“Oh yeah?” His knee dipped into the mattress next to your thigh, still smirking, as he crawled on top of you. “What else?”

Your face was burning up as you moved up the bed to get away from him. “And you put on way too much cologne. You’re suffocating and have weird taste in food. I mean, who puts syrup on bread and actually eats it? It’s weird!”

“Yeah so weird right?” He mocked you, following you every bit of the way. “And it must be so hard for you to admit your feelings for me already because there’s no way you would actually like Nanami over me. I mean, you clearly have good taste in men since you were crushing on Suguru not too long ago. I’m clearly the better candidate.”

“You’re delusional,” you mumbled, back finally hitting the headboard. Your skirt was pushed up, exposing your bright underwear for him to see and what a sight it was. 

“Oh, would you look at that,” his playful eyes soaked up the view of your soiled panties, teeth shining with mischief. “Already wet and I haven’t even touched you yet. Cute.”

“Satoru,” you quickly grabbed a pillow and held it out in front of you like it was a weapon. Well, it could’ve been if you used it the right way. “I’m warning you. Stay away. Whatever tension or feelings you think exist between me and you, it’s wrong. You’re wrong.”

When he had his legs at both sides of yours again, he stopped moving and cocked his head to the side. 

“Hm. Okay then. Prove it.“

You swallowed the ball of nerves down your throat, caught off guard. “Sorry?”

“Prove it,” he repeated again but in a lower octave, staring you down. “Prove that you don’t like me back and I’ll stop messing with you. What’s the harm? If you’re not lying, then it should be easy.“

You set the pillow aside, and considered his proposal. 

If you weren’t lying then it should be easy, right?

You knew your own feelings. It just wasn’t the right time. Well, none of this was. 

Maybe you just needed to convince him to believe it. 

Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

“Fine. Whatever. If it’s that important to you.“

With a smug look on his face, he watched you tug his face down close to yours by the nape of his neck, awaiting your next move. The both of you were staring at each other with the air so still, it could’ve been cut through with a knife. Instead, it dangled between you two, taunting the raw sexual tension that sizzled and sparked from his eyes to yours. 

The only way he was going to be able to let this go was if you made him think that you had no feelings for him. Nothing worth exploring, anyway. Flirting and joking with him was one thing but letting a relationship come in between all of that? What if things didn’t work out? Could you two rekindle a friendship again? 

You couldn’t risk it. You weren’t much of a risk taker anyway. That was his thing, not yours. You looked at things logically. Made them make sense and if they didn’t, you didn’t go through with it. All of your decisions and choices were never mistakes or filled with regrets because you always made sure they were choices or decisions you wanted to make in the end. Satoru didn’t live by that rule. It was do now, think later. A sort of “ask for forgiveness, not permission” kind of guy. You were almost positive he had plenty of regrets and you didn’t want to add to it.

The staring match didn’t last much longer when you impulsively kissed him.

It was supposed to be four seconds, five tops, but for some reason…you just couldn’t pull away. 

Something went wrong. Satoru’s lips weren’t supposed to be this soft. He wasn’t supposed to smell this good and he damn sure wasn’t supposed to touch you while you kissed him. Your face was being cradled in his unreasonably warm soft hands, holding you almost as delicately as a weakened flower. Lips moving slowly against yours, surprisingly without tongue. He led you the entire time and you melted against him, hating yourself for letting him win. 

He was right.

How did you ever think you could beat him at his own game?

When you covered his hands with your own, you knew you’d lost.

It was a losing game right from the start wasn’t it?

When he pulled away, you were breathless but tried to recover by dipping your head down in slight shame. Things were going to change. You could feel it. You just didn’t know if it was going to be a good or bad thing. 

“Hey…” he tilted your chin up to reconnect his eyes with yours, clear worry swimming around in them. So blue. So beautiful. A waking nightmare staring right back at you with no means to escape him. “Is it really that hard to acknowledge how you feel about me? I laid it all out there even when I was scared to do so. I value our friendship. I don’t want anything to mess that up but…” he shook his head, sighing. “I don’t think I can continue tiptoeing around you like I’m always on eggshells or something. Trying to act like everything’s okay when all I wanna do is kiss you and tell you how I really feel. Now you probably regret this entire thing right?”

He didn’t exactly give you time to give him a straight answer as he pulled back, running a hurried hand through his hair. 

“I want this. I fuckin’ want this but I need you to want this too or it’s never going to turn into anything worth entertaining.” He stared down at you, blue eyes unwavered by the rocky emotions haphazardly running about inside of him. “So what do you want? What do you want to do?”

Which was the devil and angel on your shoulders? Your head or your heart? You couldn’t figure it out. It was why you couldn’t decide on what you wanted to do. Was Satoru worth the risk? Was he worth giving a shot? You knew him. You knew what being around him was like and how he treated girls. Albeit the rumors, you’d seen how loyal he was capable of being. How attentive he was and caring. He just could never get a handle on his emotions but everyone had a flaw or two. His flaw was just not knowing how to control his emotions but maybe that was something you could help him with. Maybe you were meant to be that balance for him. Be the water to his fire. 

Maybe…

Just maybe he was worth it.

Because maybe the reward…was worth the risk.

“I…want this.”

Your voice was a little shaky, but it seemed to translate the same.

Satoru hovered his lips back over yours, breath ghosting the tip of your tongue. “Say that again.”

His hands glazed over your thighs, letting a finger hook under the cotton of your thigh highs, snapping it against your skin over and over again. You could even feel his knee push apart your legs, and press against your soaked panties, rubbing into it until you gasped out a small moan that made him groan. 

“Fuck, say it again. I wanna hear you.”

“I want this.”

“Good,” he took your jaw in his free hand, forcing your lips to pucker out for him, smirking at you. “Because I wasn’t going to let you say no.”

He hungrily kissed you, not wasting any time shoving his tongue into your mouth, exploring every part of you that was now his. Not Suguru’s, not Nanami’s — his. 

Satoru used his free hand to travel down your soft tummy, in between your cushioned thighs. Your pretty pleas fell on sadistic ears as he peeled aside your ruined underwear, resting the pad of his index finger against your swollen clit. Teasing you there, he hummed, feeling your arms fall around his neck, holding him down. Fuck, you were so needy and didn’t even know it but, oh. He was going to make sure you got well acquainted with every part of you as well as him. 

He just hoped your parents didn’t get the itch to check on the two of you because what he planned on doing to you, they didn’t need to see. 

“Toru,” you broke away from the kiss, sighing out a shaky whine that pulled him back down to earth. 

“Yes, baby?” Satoru smirked, feeling your face push into his neck out of embarrassment. “What? You shy now?” He kissed your earlobe, lowering his voice into a whisper, “C’mon, it’s too late for that.”

“Shut up.”

He felt your hips move up against his hand and he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips, “You’re so fuckin’ predictable, y’know that?”

He didn’t let you answer him before he gently removed your arms from around him, kissing your palms as he moved down to your chest. He stared at the bra he could clearly see through your shirt, and darted his dark blues up at you. 

“Didn’t quite finish what I was doing here earlier now did I?”

Satoru continued circling at your clit while he expertly unbuttoned your shirt again with one hand. When he was finally face to face with your bra covered tits, he realized that he was much too impatient to bother with unhooking the thing so he pushed the fabric over your breasts, grinning from ear to ear as one popped out of the cup. 

“Perfect.“

Mouth practically salivating, he ignored his name falling from your tongue and closed his mouth over the nipple. You quickly covered your mouth, the muffled moan spilling through your fingers as you trembled while pushing your chest against his face. He groaned, swirling his tongue over and over the sensitive bud, teething at it to get those cute squeals from you that he found to like so much. 

As he played with your clit, he also realized that his fingers were long enough to multitask so he replaced his finger with his thumb, applying the same amount of pressure against the bundle of nerves, resuming the previous pace. Wasn’t like you were able to tell the difference with the way he didn’t let up from sucking at your tit, moving to give the same amount of attention to the other one.

While he worked you from the top, he trickled the remaining fingers he had free to your cunt, cursing around your nipple. 

Your panties didn’t even do him any justice. You were a lot wetter than he’d seen.

Fuck.

His cock strained against his pants, wanting nothing more than to be buried in that sweet cunt you’d kept from him for so long. Even so, he was willing to be patient. The payout was going to be worth it, he was sure of it.

Satoru hummed as he let the saliva covered nipple free from his assault, looking up to see the way you were fighting to stay quiet. Chest heaving, trying to hold onto each and every single shaky breath you couldn’t keep contained by the hand you still had over your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you joined eye contact and he snorted.

“How’s that working out for you?”

He received nothing short of a nasty glare from you and dipped his head down, shoulders shaking.

“Guess I’ll have to try harder, huh?”

Deciding that your cute tits had enough for now, he shuffled down to the main event and almost groaned at the sight of his sticky fingers. 

“And to think,” he opened his pale, slender fingers then closed them, repeating the action to watch your sticky arousal stretch out in view. “–that this is all for me.” His signature cocky smirk was back, and you looked away, much too embarrassed to watch him ogle your essence all over his fingers like that.

“You’re so weird,” letting your hand drop from your mouth and frowning up at the sound of distant squelching. Why was he still playing with it? “If you keep doing that, I’m leaving,” you warned, snapping your head back at him.

Satoru belted out a laugh and pulled his shirt from over his head with ease. “Fine,” he wiped the residue off with the material and you cringed, wondering if he was going to put that back on once he left later. “So now what?” He asked you, holding your gaze with nothing but lust. It was almost distracting with the way the tips of his fingers danced back onto your warm skin. “We don’t have long to play. Might have to speed things up before Su’ gets here.”

“Shit,” your eyes widened, “I forgot he was coming. Hey,” Satoru kissed your inner thighs, casually resting one on his shoulders as he laid down on his stomach. “Why don’t you call him or something? Tell him he doesn’t need to come over anymore.”

Your fingers filtered through his hair, nails lightly scratching at the roots. His pretty white lashes fluttered in response.

“I don’t know,” he released a breath before he wrapped an arm around the leg that he was giving the most attention to, “I think I like being timed. Kinda wanna see how fast I can make you cum before he gets here.” He smirked, mouthing at your thighs. You whimpered, trying to inch away but he kept his tight grip on you. You weren’t going anywhere. “That is…if your parents don’t run in here first.”

That sounded like a nightmare you wanted to avoid at all costs. 

When you tugged at his hair, he laughed. “Don’t joke like that. I’d genuinely never speak to you again.”

“Ohh, and what would I do without you cutie?” He teased, stroking your leg while he moved his lips further inward. He took a deep inhale, and your ears burned. “This may sound weird, but you literally smell so fuckin’ good. I have this strong urge to eat you out for hours but fuck,” he pulled your panties back to the side again, eyeing your wet cunt. “–we just don’t have that too kinda time, do we?”

“Not only are you cringey but you talk way too much for someone that’s so close to...”

Satoru grinned, knowing what you meant but couldn’t say out loud, and looked up at you. “Mmm, don’t focus on that. Just focus on cumming on my face, yeah?”

With a roll of your eyes, you pushed his head down closer to what you knew was going to get him to finally shut up for a while, “yeah, yeah.”

The moment his lips were around your clit, your back curved off of the bed, hands instantly shooting out to grab at the sheets to anchor yourself. A mess of curses and whimpers fell from your lips as you closed your eyes, focusing on nothing but the pleasure that he was giving you.

It came as a surprise to you that he was this good at eating a girl out. Had he been practicing or something? It didn’t make all that much sense since he didn’t sleep around like that so where the fuck did he learn to do that with his ton–

“Mmm, ‘toru,” your face pushed into the pillow next to you, desperately trying to ignore how good it actually felt to have that annoying tongue piercing of his slide across your clit the way it was doing. How he used it to tease you as he stared up at the expression on your face, eating you up like you were his last meal. 

The obscene noises that came from his slurping, groans and sucking, it was enough to make you cum then and there but if you did, you’d never hear the end of it. Satoru was a proud kind of guy. He reveled in his talents and skills, and eating pussy was definitely one of them. You couldn’t stroke his ego like that. He needed to continue working for it. 

No matter how close you were. It was embarrassing, really. You couldn’t even last a few minutes. God, you’d never hear the end of it. 

“Any louder and they’ll think you’re getting murdered in here,” He taunted you, chuckling while sucking on your clit with a playful glint in his eyes. 

If you weren’t so close to a toe curling orgasm, you would’ve smacked him with a pillow.

“Stop talking about my parents,” you grumbled, twisting your fingers in his hair, “You’re killing the mood.”

Satoru let your puckered nub go with a small ‘pop’ sound, taking your other leg in his hand. “Hmm, is that so? Well,” he pushed both of your legs up while he sat back up on his knees, smirking. “–maybe I should just fuck you and get it over with. There’s always next time.”

“Sorry?” You gave him a bewildered look that made him snort out a small laugh. “There’s definitely not going to be a next time. You’re crazy.”

“Awh,” he let you hold your own legs while he put a hand over his heart, playfully frowning, “You wound me, baby. You’re mine now so I think it’s well within my rights to say there’s going to be a next time for sure.”

“Satoru–“

He unzipped his pants, tossing them to the side, and pulled out his thick cock all in one go, taking you off guard. 

“If there’s any doubt, maybe we should stop now.”

You stared at the angry red tip that was coated with his arousal. The pearl of pre that oozed from the slit made your mouth water for some reason. He didn’t have a small dick at all. Nor did it lack in girth. Sad to say, it was perfect. Trimmed, but thankfully not completely shaven. He looked to be around 7, maybe even 8 inches and it scared you. This was going to be your first time. You didn’t want to die during sex. 

“I…Are you sure this is safe?”

He laughed, giving you a weird look, “Safe?” He then looked down at your pretty pussy lips and used two of his fingers to spread you open, ignoring your whines and protests. “Ah, so this is what you mean right? Don’t worry, pretty,” he bent down towards your face, smiling sweetly, “You can take it. I know you can.” He pecked your lips, making your heart race. “You’re new at this but your body will know what to do. Just relax and let me do the work, ‘k?”

Trusting Satoru felt like an incredibly stupid thing to do but at least he had some sort of experience with all of this. It was better than having sex with someone that was just as clueless to it all as you.

At least, that was what you’d decided to believe in order to convince yourself to let him put that thing anywhere near you. 

You’d used toys before. You weren’t a stranger to dildos and such but nothing ever went over 6 inches. There were bigger sizes but you knew what your body could take, and every time you used that 6 inch dildo, it took a minute to stretch yourself out enough to enjoy it when you used it. Looking at Satoru’s dick, it looked impossible. He said your body was going to know what to do but sometimes he talked just to hear himself talk. What if he didn’t know what he was talking about at all? Or maybe he did, but your body became the problem?

“I don’t know…” You mumbled, eyes frantically going from his face to everywhere else around you. “I don’t know about this.”

“Shhh,” He shushed against your lips before kissing you softly. He felt your hand touch his forearm, and took the side of your face, caressing you. Slowly, your nerves calmed down and when he felt your breathing steady itself from the small distraction, he pulled back with a raised brow. “Better now?”

Truthfully, no, but if you wanted to do this, was there any other choice? 

You nodded with a bit of hesitance, “Yeah. I guess so?”

Satoru kissed your forehead, and straightened his spine so that he was back in between your thighs. “Good enough for me. Now, just lay there and tell me if anything makes you feel too uncomfortable to keep going, yeah? This is only going to be enjoyable if you’re…ya know, enjoying it.”

“So that’s,” you pointed to his dick, “–supposed to fit into this tiny hole?” You asked him, now pointing to your vagina. He laughed again, shaking his head like something was actually funny when you were just trying to understand how it all worked because the girls in the pornos you watched looked to have no trouble taking those huge dicks but their vaginas didn’t seem as tight as yours. Maybe you were different from them. Wasn’t it good that Satoru knew that beforehand? “Why are you laughing?”

Satoru wiped the tears from his face, “I’m sorry, you just sound so…” he looked you up and down, then the humor was completely washed away. He smirked, “You’re as pure as they come, huh? Speaking of which,” he leaned forward to come face to face with you again, fingers tugging at your panties to pull off. “–how close to cumming were you a few minutes ago when I was eating that pretty pussy out?” Your face burned at how crude he was being. His azure eyes caught the way you tried to tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. “Mm,” he smacked the back of your thigh, pulling a small gasp from you, “You were holding it back, weren’t you? Because of me, right? Well, that wasn’t very nice.”

“Satoru, what’s your point?” You felt him slide your panties completely off, and watched him toss it not too far away from the bed but not towards the door either. Then, he planted his hands at your hips and tugged you a bit further down, grabbing a pillow from the side.

“Lift up for me.”

You pushed your hips up, not sure what he was trying to do, and felt him push the folded pillow underneath your bottom. He kissed your cheek and moved to your ear, “You can relax now, baby.”

“Stop callin’ me that,” you grumbled, doing as you were told. “And are you still doing this with me still clothed?”

You were now elevated, and didn’t understand why. Not that it mattered. You had other concerns. 

“Are you not going to answer my questions at all?”

He quirked a brow, raising back up. “Sure. About your clothes, they’re not in the way. Your tits are out and your panties are gone. Good enough to me, and about that other thing you were worried about — when I stretch you out all nice, it’ll fit.” He grinned before patting your cunt, making you twitch. “Then you'll be crying, screaming and creaming all over my cock. Does that answer all of your questions?”

You rolled your eyes again, choosing to ignore his vacuous way of talking, and focused on the fact that maybe the stretching part was going to work. He seemed to know what he was doing so trusting him felt like something you needed to do in order for this to work. 

If you two even got to the sex part before Suguru made it over. Or worse, your parents heard you and came barging in. 

Having a naked Satoru hovering over you with his dick inside of you was the last thing you ever wanted your parents to see. 

They’d definitely pack the entire house up, and move you to another country if that happened. 

And no doubt, Satoru would find his way to follow you. That was just how he was, and maybe…that was something else you liked about him.

You shook your head, and covered your face. What were you doing thinking about him like this right now? He was minutes away from fucking you in your brother’s old room. The situation was already weird enough. It wasn’t like you’d said yes to dating Satoru. It was just sex. The attraction had been there, but that was it. You were sure he also understood that but what about you? Did you understand that? 

“Are you really that nervous?”

He began prodding at your entrance with just two of his fingers but it made you jump, reaching a hand down to curl around his wrist, stopping him. 

“No,” you looked at him, eyebrows knitted together, “M’not nervous. Just…”

Satoru hummed, and pulled the hand that you were holding onto up to his lips, kissing yours instead. His lips were so soft. How did you miss that when they were all over yours a minute ago? “It’s okay if you are.” His eyes were back on yours, and they weren’t full of lust or mischief this time. Just a tenderness you didn’t often see in them. “Taking your virginity is a big thing for you. You said something about wanting it to be with a special person.” A side smile tugged at his lips, your hand falling limp in his grasp. “Must make me pretty special then.”

Damn, you did say that huh? He was right. He was special to you. Of course he was. He was your best friend. Sure, he was annoying majority of the time but he was still someone you considered special. 

How did he manage to get this far with you? You were doing such a good job at maintaining the walls you had up, and just like that — he went and knocked them all down with a single conversation. Usually, you weren’t this vulnerable. You kept your cards close to your chest, and kept a friendly distance because you were scared of the idea that turning the friendship into something more was going to jeopardize it as a whole. He was worth the risk, but by how much?

“I think you are nervous but I want you to see that it’s a good thing. You’re just being cautious. I get it,” he intertwined his fingers around yours and used his other hand to continue with what he was doing. “Call it lust, call it attraction, but you want to do this for a reason.” You felt his fingers spread you back open, and frowned a bit. He smiled with his eyes down to focus on the task, but he was still in tune with the conversation. “Whether it’s because you actually have feelings for me or not, I’ll take it for now.” When he pushed his fingers into your wet heat, you immediately clamped down on him. Your thighs trembled, breath hitching in your throat. It felt foreign but not enough for you to tell him that it was too uncomfortable for you to continue. “Fuck,” he breathed, brows furrowing in concentration. “You’re tighter than I was expecting.” 

You squeezed his hand when he was as deep as he could go, stilling his movements. 

“Why did you stop? Something wrong?” You asked him, worried.

Satoru’s eyes flickered up at you before chuckling, “Nah. Just wondering how good it’s gonna feel to have your tight cunt all wrapped around my dick like this is all.”

“God, you’re annoying,” you chose to stare at the wall across the room, completely fed up with him at this point.

“Alright, I’m gonna move now. That’s cool with you, right?”

“Mhm.”

Steadily, he started to move his fingers in and out of you, eyes constantly glancing between what he was doing and your face to make sure he wasn’t hurting you or anything. He kept at it until he felt one of your thighs push against his shoulder. He smirked. Yeah, you were getting there. 

Satoru kissed at your inner thighs as he worked your cunt nice and open, curling his fingers and picking up the pace a bit. He heard your moans from above, as soft as they were, and knew that you were finally enjoying it. 

“Doin’ so good for me, baby, y’know that?”

“Stop, ah, talking so much,” you whined, “Focus, please.”

He smirked, “Oh, I’m focused. Just praising you a little. You gotta know how good you’re doing down here.” He kissed your skin once more before groaning at the sight of your juices all over his fingers now. “Fuck, if you could see yourself right now. Gonna lose my mind.”

Him? What about you? You were the one on the edge of unconsciousness. There was a tiny spot in you that was always too hard for you to reach. Your fingers were never long enough to make you feel the way your toys made you feel. Always broke out into a sweat trying to find it on your own, but now that Satoru’s freakishly long fingers were unreasonably deep within you, growing closer and closer, you had no doubt he was going to find it and it felt embarrassing how badly you wanted him to. 

“Just like that,” he commented, barely above a whisper as he felt you squeeze his fingers again, “Come on, pretty. Lemme hear you.” Your moans were stifled by the back of your hand but it couldn’t conceal the whimpers that managed to slip out. He watched your futile attempt at being quiet, and sighed. “I admire you for trying but how long do you think that’s going to work? Because I still haven’t found what I’ve been looking fo– Holy shit.” 

Thinking that something was wrong, you looked down but felt his fingers press upwards, sending your mind spiraling around the room. You were positive that your moans travelled all the way downstairs, towards the den you knew your parents were still in. They were seconds away from flying into the room, kicking Satoru out and banning him for life and then grounding you until you turned twenty-eight. You were never going to see the sun or your friends ever again, and it was all his fault.

“Satoru–”

“Right here, yeah? Does it feel good? Bet it fuckin’ does.”

After finding what he’d been searching for, he was abusing it. The feeling was almost indescribable. You were practically floating, seeing stars behind your eyelids. Your thighs shook, and when he started sucking on your clit again — you couldn’t ignore the tightness in your stomach anymore. 

Satoru felt you clench down on his fingers one more time before he could feel your walls fluttering and spasming. He smirked around your throbbing bud and let it go, settling to watch the way you whined and whimpered into the pillow next to you, legs threatening to close. 

“Uh-uh,” he smacked your thighs, hungrily eating up the gasp of ‘please’ that you shuddered out, still trembling through your ground-breaking orgasm, “Keep’em open for me, baby. Wanna see you.”

You didn’t even have the strength to be annoyed by his undying desire to continue zeroing in on you the way he was doing. Your breaths came out in staggered one’s and two’s, feeling as though you were hyperventilating. It was safe to say that you’d never experienced an orgasm like that, and it was all because of him. The boy that lived to tease you, make you feel like his friend one day and a foe the next. Which, you didn’t mind because that was just how your friendship with him worked. However, you wondered what things were going to be like now. Maybe there was going to be a little less bickering, and a lot more fuckin—

“Damn,” Satoru finally pulled his fingers out of your slick heat, oceanic eyes savoring up the state that they were in. Coated with your creamy fluid, it was like looking at living art. You were so fucking beautiful, and you didn’t even know it. Yet. “I really do wish that we had more time,” he began, but you were still face first in a pillow, catching your breath, “I’d love to teach you how to suck dick because I’m getting this weird feeling you’d be really fuckin’ good at it.”

With a deep sigh and feeling your ears singe as though flames from a fire were licking at the shells of them, you groaned out, “Please get to the point already.”

Satoru snickered, glancing up at you. “You know exactly what I mean. But let’s save that for next time, yes?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he pushed back up onto his knees and crawled to hover over you. Snatching the pillow away and ignoring your whining, he leaned forward, snow white hair acting as a curtain between his and your faces. There was a shadow of a smirk playing on his lips that you couldn’t ignore. It annoyed you more than being face to face with him again. “Right now though, m’gonna fuck you.” In front of you, he slowly dipped his fingers – one by one – into his mouth, and sucked on them like they were coated candy. It should’ve grossed you out, okay it did a little bit, but for some reason…it turned you on even more. 

Maybe you were going delirious.

“Mmm,” he moaned around his digits, not breaking eye contact, “Sweet.”

You fake grimaced, and looked away in disgust, “Ugh, remind me to never let you finger me ever again.”

He snorted, removing them and wiping them on the bed sheet next to you. “Highly doubt you won’t want these bad boys in you next time but,” he shrugged, “Whatever helps you sleep at night. Now,” Satoru took your chin in between two of his fingers that weren’t just in his mouth, and turned you back to facing him again. “You’re gonna let me fuck you, pretty girl?” Fuck, it was back. Your heart began to thump strongly inside of your chest. His tone was light and teasing, low and a bit breathy as you felt his other hand move down to pick your leg up and put it in line to his waist. Then, his lips moved to your ear, grinning faintly. “Wanna fuck you soooo bad, baby. Can’t you feel it?”

You could. He was grinding against your pussy, deeply groaning into your ear, begging you to say yes. He knew that you wanted him just as bad, but he needed you to say it. Of course, you weren’t as vocal with him but to hear you tell him that you wanted him to fuck you — it was better than just doing it.

A logic that you couldn’t understand.

Even after an earth-shattering orgasm, you could feel the core within you flare up again. Your skin sizzled, and your body tingled for more. Was it really necessary for you to say something like that out loud? Couldn’t he tell that you wanted him just as bad? You were definitely wet enough. 

“Baby,” he moaned impatiently in your ear, and you sighed, almost letting it turn into a moan yourself.

“Satoru, please just put it in. God, why do you have to be like this? So annoying,” It came off lightheartedly so that was why he couldn’t help but laugh. It quickly turned into a low whine, pressing kisses against your neck.

“So mean,” he muttered, frowning up. “Fine.” He let your leg go, and directed the tip of his cock towards your entrance. “You’re going to be uncomfortable for a minute so…” It wasn't like you weren’t expecting it to hurt a little. It was definitely going to be unpleasant until you got used to the feeling. As a result, you gave him a nod, and that was all he needed to continue. 

He carefully parted your folds with the head, biting back a groan as he felt you immediately welcome him in, walls latching onto his dick like you’d reached down and took hold of him with your own hand. It definitely felt way better than when he used his fingers earlier. He had to remember to take his time for your sake without losing himself in your tight cunt.

You, on the other hand, were gripping his arms, eyes shut facing the ceiling. It took everything in you not to stop him altogether, but you wanted this. Ashamedly, you’d wanted it for a pretty long time and so far, there wasn’t much that you were missing out on. The pleasure always came after the stretch, but fuck, did it have to hurt this bad to get there? 

Satoru raised his head to kiss your cheek, but when he was met with a certain wetness to your soft skin, he quickly frowned and stopped where he was at, “Hey,” he called softly, worried now, “It hurts, doesn’t it? We can stop. I don’t want you in pain just because you think that you can do this right now. We can try another time. I’m not in a rush to do this tonight, you know.”

Pitiful. You acted so tough whenever you bickered with him like cats and dogs but here you are, nails slightly dug into his creamy skin, giving him the impression that you couldn’t even do this one little thing. He must’ve been disappointed. He sounded worried but then again, Satoru always had been one of the best actors you’d ever seen. He was probably annoyed, and you were beginning to feel frustrated and embarrassed all at once. How bothersome.

“No,” you shakily breathed out, wanting to stomp on your own foot for once, “Keep…keep going…”

Satoru released a low hum, eyes searching your face for any other indication that you actually wanted him to stop but saw none. He knew that you were just putting on a brave face. That you were telling him that because you either didn’t want to stop or you probably did, just didn’t want to disappoint him. He could’ve scoffed. As if. Didn’t you know that he was under your spell? Whatever you say, goes? He wasn’t ignorant to your feelings. In fact, he found that he could read you better than you’d ever know. Which, in hindsight, was actually a feat considering you weren’t the most open person he knew. You were good at hiding behind a wall. It was just that he knew you so well, you couldn’t hide much from him now.

Still, he needed to make sure.

“You…you sure?”

“Satoru,” you opened your eyes to find him still looking down at you like you were some puppy he’d almost ran over in the street, and felt exhausted already. “Yes. I’m sure.”

“Just asking,” He resumed with the pace, pushing himself in further, watching you whimper and turn your head to the side in slight pain, “I told you that if you don’t feel good doing this, I won’t so…”

What was he expecting your reaction to this to be? You, smiling and laughing; not having a care in the world? It hurt, it was painful. What more to it? He knew that it wasn’t going to feel great being the first dick to ever slide in your vagina so you needed a minute to get used to it. Plus, it wasn’t like you practiced with your dildos five days a week. You, often, crammed for tests and even toured different colleges (despite knowing the exact one you wanted to attend after graduating). Which, you still needed to make sure Satoru was going with you and Suguru or else the plan was going to have to change. That conversation could be saved after all of this, though. 

Fact of the matter was, you chose this. Therefore, you were allowed to tell him when you wanted to stop or not and right now, you were nowhere near close to reaching that first decision.

“Fuck,” You could feel how full you were becoming, and felt like he was much bigger now that he was sliding himself into you. Maybe you’d misjudged his size when you looked at it earlier. He was probably bigger than what you’d seen and if that was the case, you were going to have a little more trouble than you thought. “Feels so weird but…kinda…kin…da–”

“Good?” He filled in, smirking as you reopened your eyes to look back at him, feeling your cheeks warm at how close you realized he was. 

“Mhm.”

He chuckled, unable to hold himself back from kissing you. Your lips modded against his, moaning softly into his mouth, letting him taste you again. When he’d kissed you before, it slipped your mind how good it felt to feel his piercing against your bare tongue, letting the wet muscle slide and press down on yours. Especially when he sucked on your tongue, earning a cute whine from you that he ate up by diving his tongue back down your throat, swallowing up all of those cute sounds that you were making.

His lips trailed from yours to your cute neglected nipples that were pressing against his chest for clear attention again. As soon as he took one in his mouth and pinched at the other one, he heard you gasp before moaning out. Letting the little piece of perky flesh roll in between his fingers as he glided his tongue all around the nipple he had in his mouth. As simple of an act it was, it was strangely taking your mind off of him shoving his massive dick into your too small of a hole. You trembled under his touch, begged for more, and he was happy to oblige. 

Satoru discarded playing with your other nipple, and reached a hand down until he was met with your needy clit, beginning to rub it in gentle circles. 

“O-oh!” You wailed out, much too loud for even his taste as he used his other hand to clamp over your mouth. The rest of your moans were muffled, and it made him smile around your now way-too-sensitive nipple, pulling away with a distinct ‘pop’.

He moved his face back in front of yours, and cooed, “Awh, look at you. Sorry, but you’re getting a bit loud, baby, and I like having my head so,” he shrugged and kissed your forehead before he rested his against it. For a moment, he stopped playing with your clit and focused on finishing the journey into your hot cavern. Your walls were so tight around him, he wasn’t sure he was even going to make it any further than this. A slew of curses tumbled from his lips as he finally felt himself bottom out, hips flush against yours. “Fuck, I could cum right now,” sliding his hand from your mouth.

“That’s a compliment…right?” You asked, breathlessly, and heard him bellow out an airy chuckle. 

Satoru nodded. “Yeah. It’s a compliment.”

Without his help, you kept your legs at both sides of his hips, trying to relax. It should’ve felt odd to have Satoru on top of you like this, but it couldn’t have felt more right. Again, you were probably a little delirious and overstimulated, but you could always reassess your feelings after this was over. Not like you wanted it to be over any time soon, there was just a small window of time in place since there was no way to know when exactly Suguru was there or not. As if he’d announce himself before barging through rooms to find you two since he had no clue you and Satoru were playing twister in a very inappropriate way. 

“Okay,” You felt his breath hit your face, and was bothered by how unbothered you were about it. Minty. “Let me know when you want me to start moving.”

You scoffed, “Well, thank you for letting me make the choice but from the way you just said that, I think if it was left up to you, you’d have moved by now.”

Satoru pouted, pretty blues feigning his feelings now hurt, “Yeah? Well, I won’t lie. You’re right,” He smiled at the way you rolled your eyes. Of course you were right. “But,” he kissed your nose causing it to wrinkle up upon contact, “–only because we don’t really have a lot of time. I did say that, didn’t I?”

The urge to roll your eyes again was strong, but you were resilient. You held back, and he was silently thankful. He didn’t need your eyeballs rolling out of your head. He quite liked your eyes. They were pretty to look at when you weren’t glaring or giving him the evil eye. 

Kind of like now, actually.

“K,” was all he was willing to give you, feeling him pull out like you were more delicate than glass, “God, m’gonna fuck the shit out of you,” he had a hand back on your jaw again, smirking down at the wild look on your face. “Fuck being worried about your parents. We’re about to have the whole damn neighborhood knocking at the door.”

Panicking, you swatted his hand away from you and squeezed your thighs against his hips. “Satoru, we don’t have time for this shit. It’ll be your big mouth that’ll get us caught before I will. Now, stop talking so damn much and fuck me already- ah!” Your nails instantly pressed back into his skin again as he slammed his thick cock back in, groaning out with his head dipped down, close to your neck. 

There wasn’t much talking after that. He abused your cunt without much thought on how you were doing, which wasn’t like he needed to have much concern on if you were enjoying it or not because your moans and pleas for more was proof enough. How you locked your ankles at the lower end of his back, almost pressing him back in when he pulled out. A smirk fell on his lips as he cursed, licking along your warm neck, feeling your pulse race against the wet muscle. Call him whatever you wanted, but he didn’t want to be anywhere else right about now except here. With you, on you, in you. Fuck, he could think up a million other things he could’ve been doing but he’d choose fucking you over it all. Not just because it felt good but because it was you. You made him so intoxicated, so blind to everything else that wasn’t you. Your scent, your smile, your voice, your body, your snarky way of shutting him down whenever he talked and especially how shy you got without even realizing it sometimes. All because of him. He was the cause of it, and call him crazy, but he fucking loved that.

“Too mu- mnh! Wait!” you mewled out, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.

Satoru chuckled, rocking his hips into yours, trying to search for that precious little spot in you that he’d grown fond of. “Now it’s too much? Geez,” he pulled back, and peered down to look at you, “Awhh,” he cooed again, catching the small balled up tears that fell down your cheeks with his index finger. “It really is too much for you, huh? Well, take it for a little bit longer, yeah?”

He planted kisses all along your face, causing your face to burn in embarrassment. Why was he such a kisser all of the sudden? 

“Just slow down,” You panted out, giving him one of the saddest pouts you could muster up; which usually worked whenever you wanted something to go your way. Then again, this was Satoru. He wasn’t ever easily moved by such weak tactics at getting him to change his mind. “Please?”

“You beg so nicely, it’s kinda hard to say no,” he muttered, grinning with amusement, “But no.” He watched your eyes fill up with more tears, and he kissed those away too. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Done with the sentimentals and taking it easy on you, he sat up from laying on you and pushed your thighs as far towards your chest as they were able to go. Which, impressively, they were almost pressed right up against you. He smirked. Flexible, too? His dick twitched from inside of you. Too bad he really couldn’t take his time with you. He’d just have to experiment with different positions that required a very flexible partner later on then. Spoiler aler: you.

“Toru, what are you-”

“Shhh,” he said under his breath, eyes down, captivated by the amount of cream that had collected at the base of his cock from a mixture of both you and his arousal. “Just lay pretty for me.” His eyes flickered back up to you, glinting with something you couldn’t make out. “I kinda want Suguru to walk in right now.”

Your eyes widened. That was just a nightmare waiting to happen. 

“Why do you say that?”

Satoru was quiet for a moment, releasing one of your legs to slither a hand down between the both of you to rub at your clit. You squealed and tried to close your legs from the sudden attack when he kept them both open with just one hand. 

He withdrew a breath before finally speaking, “Because…what better way to know that you’re now mine than catching me balls deep in you? Think that would get the point across permanently, don’t you think?”

Exasperated, you decided to indulge in his possessiveness. “He doesn’t have any feelings for me. That sounds pointless.”

“To you, but not to me,” He replied before pushing his cock fully back inside, biting into his lip. You released a shaky breath, pitifully wishing that he was closer so that you could touch him again. “It irks me that anyone could come around, declaring their feelings for you. You’re with me now. Everyone’s gonna get the hint that you’re off limits,” He placed his hands firmly at your hips, gripping you, tightly, “One way or another or,” his teeth gleamed off of the dull lighting in the room, sending strange waves throughout your lower stomach. “I’ll just have to fight them all. Maybe then,” he sent a particularly rough thrust into you, erupting a drawn out whine from your throat, “-they’ll get the fucking hint.”

Satoru was ruthless with the way he was now treating you. Eyebrows drawn together, lips parted as his pants began to blend with your own and fingers so deep against your skin - you wouldn’t be surprised if you walked out of this with bruises later on. 

The bed rocked loudly against the wall, creating a constant thump thump thump that fell at the back of both of your minds. You couldn’t focus on anything, but how good he was fucking you. And god, it was good.

"Sa-toru, s'too much, please," you pleaded with him once more, not sure what you wanted him to do about it because stopping him was the last thing you wanted.

He bent down, close to your face again, and chuckled against the warmth of your skin, "What is it, baby? Too much? Want me to stop?"

"N-no! No, no no," you moaned out, frowning up as you felt a hand of his move down to your aching clit that was desperate for more stimulation. "Please don't stop."

He hummed, letting his middle finger circle your clit at a steady pace as he continued to pound into you, relentlessly. "Anything but that, huh? God, you're so pretty." He was staring at you, watching the little tears fall from your pretty eyes. He had a thing for making girls cry while fucking them so he couldn't help but be entranced by the way you sobbed for him to keep doing what he was doing. It was hot.

He smirked and licked up one of the salty trails, groaning. "Keep crying like that, and I definitely won’t be able to pull out."

It was a miracle you’d remembered to take your birth control for the day earlier.

You got shy by the comment, and tried to hide your face anywhere where he wasn't able to see, but he wasn't having any of it.

"No, baby, let me see you. I wanna see you," he repeated, taking your jaw softly in his grasp, melting at the look on your face as he fucked you harder, angling his hips for that certain spot he'd been looking for again. Found it. Your face was now wet with tears, skin blotched with bits of red from the heat underneath your skin, lips puffed and coated with saliva from the drool moments ago. You looked fucked out. Just how he wanted you. "What a fucking sight you are, pretty girl."

Your mind fell off the deep end as you felt one of your legs come up in line of his waist, gripped tightly to keep it there as he fucked into your tight hole at jet speed, two fingers now at your clit. 

You were babbling on and on about nothing in particular, forgetting where you even were. Drool dripped down as Satoru held you close to him, his head nestled into your neck, chasing after his own release. He knew you were close just by the way your thighs trembled around him and wanted you two to cum at the same time. 

He toyed with your clit, and heard you beg in such a pathetic tone, it was hard to hold back his own release. 

"Please, please cum in me," you whined, clutching piteously at the sheets while holding onto him, nails dug deep into his shoulder blades. 

He smirked, "Tell me how bad you want it, baby."

You clenched around him, throwing your pride right out of the window. "So fucking bad, I need you to...I need you...mngm," you weren't making much sense, but he got the jist.

It was all he needed to get you to come undone around him.

As your orgasm rattled your entire body, turning your bones into pure jelly, Satoru wasn't able to hold back much longer and shot every bit of his load against your cervix, filling you up all nice and good while biting into your shoulder to keep from being so loud. 

Each breath of yours came out shaky, and so did his. It was a quiet moment between the two of you as he slowed his movements, riding out both of your highs. 

Once he believed every drop was in you, he pulled himself out and hissed at the way you were still clenching down on him, twitching from the motions. 

"Satoru..."

He leaned up with every ounce of strength he still had left, and watched the way his cum oozed out of you. He smiled, in a daze. He was pleased. Very pleased. 

"Yeah?"

You went to close your legs when he kept them open with strong hands. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was still admiring his 'work of art’. 

"So…what now?"

His ears perked up at that. "Huh?"

You sighed, feeling the after effects of what just happened between you both. "Yeah...like what are we? Friends? Or with benefits? I don’t understand."

Satoru snorted, closed your legs and began moving off of the bed. Once he had his clothes put back on, he went in search of a towel and a rag to use. On his way to the connected bathroom, he shrugged, “Dunno. That’s up to you.”

Instantly, you frowned. Why was it now up to you? Wasn’t he just going on and on about you being his now? What happened to that? You bit into your lip, worrying the fragile skin. Was he…not interested in you anymore? He sounded like he didn’t care. Didn’t he, though? Or had that just been him talking? Of course he didn’t mean any of it. You weren’t very interesting anyway. There were much prettier girls to get invested into. You were nothing but his friend, and that’s how it was always going to be. 

So you were delirious after all. 

Just then, he came padding back into the room, a warm towel in one hand and a dry one in the other. Deciding that silence was better than talking about something you no longer held any interest in, you let him clean you up. Neither of you said anything to break the tension even though you were half-expecting Satoru to say something. It couldn’t be helped. He wasn’t feeling it. It was obvious. Well, as obvious as it seemed since his expression was blank and completely unreadable. It almost pissed you off how nonchalant he was now being. Almost.

“There,” he gave your thighs a final sweep before patting you dry with the dry towel, “All clean.“

“Thanks.”

He walked back to the bathroom to put both towels in the hot water he’d run in the basin the first time he walked in, and came back out just as fast. He was still quiet when he sat back on the bed, but he chose to sit at the edge, like earlier, back facing you again. 

Great.

Stupid Satoru, you moved off of the bed and began dressing, sending death glares at the back of his pretty head, stupid everything. 

Did he say that because the ball was now in your court? He’d made it abundantly clear that he wanted more, to be with you after it all, and was just waiting to see if you wanted the same thing. Seemed about right.

There was a lot of talk during the entire thing that maybe he was feeling a bit anxious. He was never really good when it came to talking about deeper feelings. Was probably why you were in the dark so long about how he really felt about you. He wasn’t the kind of guy to go yelling those sorts of things out to everyone (or even to himself). He was sometimes…complicated, but you understood. 

With a more hopeful mindset, you finished fixing your bra and getting your underwear back on, and went to sit down next to him. You noted that your thighs were touching, and how he didn’t move away from you. That was a good sign, at least.

“Hey…” your eyes fell to the floor instead of making eye contact with him, “I’ll just get straight to the point. You like me, right?”

Out of your peripheral vision, you saw him quietly nod. Yep. Good sign.

“Okay…that’s good.”

“Now I have a question for you.”

His voice startled you a bit, looking at him with curious eyes. For some reason, you could hear your heart beating in your ears. Like someone had taken it out of your chest, and was holding the organ up right next to you. It made you swallow a ball of saliva that was caught in your throat, trying to quiet the noises to hear what he had to say.

“Do you…do you like me too?”

That seemed easy enough to answer but for some odd reason, it wouldn’t come out of your mouth. There was no one in your head but you, so why couldn’t you at least admit it to yourself? No more beating around the bush, using riddles to disguise it, how did you truly feel about him? Did you want a relationship with him? He wasn’t a bad guy. He was actually quite caring. Had some jealousy and possessive issues going on, but nothing that’d keep you from saying yes so what was actually the problem? 

When you finally gave it some real thought, maybe it had something to do with the fact that you felt you weren’t good enough for him. The girls at school were all his type or at least girls you saw would look a million times better with him than you. You were, to put it simply, insecure. Your insecurities couldn’t allow you to be in a relationship with him because of his popularity around school. What if he wanted to walk you to one of your classes, hand in hand, for people to ogle and giggle at? Or worse, kiss you on the cheek in front of someone, and then the entire school figured out you two were now dating? That the great Satoru went, and chose you out of all of the girls there to be with. You’d rather lay down on train tracks than let that happen. It was senior year, and it was almost over, but there was no doubt things would be the same in college. You two just didn’t fit. How come he couldn’t see that?

“Satoru...we don’t mix. We wouldn’t make sense. We’re two completely different people. I’d rather skip out on the odd looks and whispers, and just stay where it’s safe.” You sighed, “As friends.”

His hands drew into fists by his sides, “There you go, dodging the question again. So you’re scared, is what you’re saying? Scared of what people are going to think?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, feeling your blood boil, “I am,” but it wasn’t necessarily out of anger. It was more so from the heat of the moment. You didn’t know what else to say or how else to put it. A relationship just couldn’t happen. 

Satoru snorted, “So us fucking just now was a waste, right?” He stood up as your lips parted, eyebrows furrowing. “It didn’t mean shit to you. I can see it in your eyes.” His hands were still fisted up but his eyes were now glossy. Was he really that upset about it? “I poured out my heart only to get it broken again except this time, by someone I actually give a damn about. Yeah,” he nodded. “What a fuckin’ waste it was.”

He headed for the door and you shot up from your spot on the bed, trying to push back the tears you could feel forming behind your eyes. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. “So what? You’re gonna just leave? I…I don’t want to have feelings for you, but I do. I do, Satoru. I just can’t handle what will come with that. I’m sorry.”

He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, feeling irony from this situation. “Funny you say that yet you had no problem trying to climb on Suguru’s dick a while back.” He looked over his shoulder at you, the dark look in his eyes causing you to slightly jump. “What’s your excuse for that one? He’s just as popular as me. What’s the difference?”

You felt that if you didn’t choose your words carefully, he really was going to walk out of that door and you feared that he’d never want to see you again. This felt like a more serious fight than you’d anticipated. 

But he had a point. What made him and Suguru so different? Or was there a difference at all? You’d confessed to Suguru as quickly as he had (though it had only been a ploy on his end), and felt sick when he rejected you later that day. It was almost hard to stay friends after that, but now knowing how Satoru truly feels about you…couldn’t you offer him the same shot as you gave Suguru? They were both very well known around the school, and Suguru was popular not just by association but because he always hosted the best house parties and was on the attractive side as well. He earned his spot on the popularity board so going out with him would’ve been the same as going out with Satoru.

Dig deeper, you mentally told yourself. There’s more to it. There has to be.

 And there was. You just couldn’t think of it.

“Graduation’s around the corner,” you heard him mutter, pulling your attention back, “I applied to a different college as a backup plan. You know,” there was a faint smile on his face but it looked pained; forced, “-in case this whole thing between us went south. So...probably won’t be joining you and Su for Uni.” He shrugged. “Probably won’t mean much to you anyway. I wonder,” he kept a hand on the door and turned to face you, “Is this part of a plan or something? Use me to get to Su? Because maybe you haven’t gotten over him. You said you didn’t have feelings for him anymore, but that was probably a lie, right?”

Your bottom lip trembled but you tucked it between your teeth to keep from showing him that he was hurting you, bit by bit, “Not true, and you know it.”

“See,” he shook his head, eyes narrowed at you, “That’s the thing. I don’t. I don’t know shit, apparently. Maybe I never have. I mean, you aren’t doing anything to keep me here so what does that say to you?”

“What the hell do you want me to say?!” You shouted at him, knowing it was going to get your parents attention. Like you cared. “I told you that I like you! I just can’t be in a relationship with you, and I don’t want Suguru either! I don’t want to feel any worse than I already do by just being friends with you two!” He stared at you blankly as he watched you walk towards him. He didn’t move a muscle. Just stared. “So what do you want? Hm? What do you want me to say?”

Satoru let go of the doorknob and slowly, ever so gently, took your face into his warm hands, gazing down at you with a softness that almost made you stop holding back your tears. Almost. “I want you to say fuck everyone else, and focus on just me. On us. Don’t give a damn about what they might say, and be with me. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. No one makes me feel the way you make me feel.”

“Satoru…” You couldn’t escape him. He was looking directly at you, so close, too close. Like he was able to see all of the things that you were hiding behind your eyes, desperately trying to protect yourself from becoming too vulnerable. Except, he’d invaded your private space a long time ago. He could see those things you wanted to keep hidden, and didn’t judge you for it. He just wanted to love you for it, if you’d let him. 

Would you?

Could you?

“I…”

His pretty blue eyes gleamed with hope. “Yeah?”

“Toru…I want-”

The door suddenly swung open, bumping Satoru into you and crashing both of you to the floor. Luckily, he had saved you from the impact of the fall by grabbing you and switching positions so that his back was the one that met the hard flooring. You landed on top of him in a heap, legs tangled around each other. Suguru had a curious look on his face when he poked his head in the room, looking around until you caught you two. His eyes widened before his lips formed into a smirk. 

“Damn. So I guess my assistance wasn’t needed at all.”

His comment came from how Satoru’s hands were wrapped around your midsection and how close your face was to his. It didn’t help that Satoru’s face was blood red either. 

“Could’ve knocked,” Satoru grumbled before he sat up, pulling his knees up as well to cradle you against him so you wouldn’t think that he was pushing you away. He frowned, still a little embarrassed. It sort of shocked you because didn’t he say he wanted Suguru to walk in on you two having sex minutes ago? It sure sounded familiar. Now he was shy? You came to realize that sometimes — Satoru was all bark and no bite. “That would’ve been a nice heads up, idiot.”

Suguru crossed his arms over his chest, raising a brow, “Well that’s a weird way to say thank you.”

Satoru looked at him with a bewildered look, “And what would I have been thanking you for?”

His best friend gestured to the way you and Satoru were still pressed against one another. Satoru looked away from him, and stared off elsewhere. “Oh. Yeah, well…” You stiffened in his hold. “We’re just friends so…”

“No,” just like he had done, you placed a hand on his cheek, and brought his face back in front of yours, “We’re not.”

Both brows shot up this time, eyes wide again, “We’re…not?”

With a small smile, you shook your head. “Nope.” You then turned to look back at Suguru who was looking at you two like he knew something both of you didn’t. “We’re going out now.” You shrugged. “So I guess you were right.”

Suguru snorted out a chuckle that quickly morphed into a laugh, “Yeah, when am I not?”

Rolling your eyes, you let out a defeated sigh, “Never, it seems.”

“Hey,” Hearing Satoru’s voice, that sounded oddly distant like he wasn’t right in front of you, you looked back at him. It was like his face was glowing, if possible. “Do you…do you mean that? We’re…?”

You planted your other hand against his other cheek, and nodded. Slowly, you answered. “Yes we are. You’re my boyfriend, and I’m your girlfriend. Did you get that or do I have to say it a little slower for you?” You teased, and instead of getting snarky back, he just smiled. 

“Yeah. I got it.”

Before you could’ve gotten smart with him again, his lips were back on yours, shutting you up as planned. 

Behind you, Suguru was mumbling about ‘being right’ and feeling Satoru smile into the kiss, you couldn’t hold back from doing the same. 

It was like everything was finally right in the world. 

Well, almost.

Like being interrupted the first time wasn’t annoying enough, the door pushed open some more and in walked in, your parents.

They didn’t look very happy. 

Suguru was forgotten for the moment, and was pushed to the side by your dad who walked further in, appalled and somehow livid at the same time.

“What the hell is this?!”

“Oh, our precious daughter,” your mom wailed from behind him, holding onto the door frame to not fall over. “Defiled by this heathen!”

Satoru, with wide eyes, looked from them to you, clearly trying to hold in his laughter. His face made you want to laugh too but you knew that your parents were going to ground you for life now. 

You almost wanted to sob with your mother who looked downright ailed by what she was looking at. 

Your dad looked down at Satoru with a menacing gaze that wasn’t to be tampered with, “Son, you’ve got five seconds to release my daughter and run out of this house like a bat out of hell or you won’t wanna know what I’m going to do to you.”

Satoru, slightly intimidated by the man now, rose his hands up in defense, “Sir, I’m so sorr—“

“FIVE, four, three—”

Satoru scrambled to his feet, pulling you up as well, “Text you later?”

Highly embarrassed by the entire situation, your face burned, “Uh…sure?”

Satoru smirked, and kissed your cheek, “Great. Later, babe.”

It was as if steam had blown out of your father’s ears, face almost resembling a balloon that’s about to pop. 

“One!”

When he skipped an entire number, Satoru had shot out of the room with Suguru close on his heels, both trampling down the hallway to get downstairs. Suguru was screaming his friend’s head off about getting him involved in this as they ran for the door. 

“Who cares! Open the door! I can’t die here! I’ve got too much to live for!”

If Suguru’s life wasn’t currently in danger, he’d have rolled his eyes at that. 

Selfish until the end.

The door swung open, and Suguru got on his bike quickly starting it so that when Satoru climbed at the back, he was able to do a curt u-turn, zooming out of the driveway with nothing but exhaust covering their silhouettes until they were gone down the street.

When they were far away enough, Satoru laughed into the wind, having forgotten to put on his helmet in the midst of all the chaos.

“And what are you laughing at?” Suguru asked him from over his shoulder, sparing a mere glance to keep his eyes on the road in front of him.

Satoru let out a breath of relief, looking up at the passing sky. A faint smile on his face and heart seconds away from exploding from the adrenaline, he replied, “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

He finally had you, albeit almost dying by your own father’s hand in the process. But, he was finally able to call you his.

“I’ve got a girlfriend,” he said out loud, breathlessly.

Suguru snorted then smirked to himself, still looking ahead.

“Yeah. You do.”

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-> Tommy Shelby <-

— TOMMY SHELBY MASTERLIST

-> Arthur Shelby <-

x Reader:

— Saving the Enemy: Arthur Shelby had been put to a task of taking the most prized possession of a rival Birmingham gang leader: his only daughter. However, he finds himself in a difficult situation with that very woman before he is able to do so.

— The Reopening: After all of the stress of the London expansion, and the original Garrison Tavern being bombed by the Irish, all (Y/N) and Arthur want to do is celebrate this upcoming quiet period. What a better place to do this than at the reopening of the bar that means so much to their relationship.

— What’s Happened Here?: (Y/N) seeks comfort at a friend's in order to help her forget her problems. But she goes a bit overboard, and her problems end up helping her.

— They Said You Were Gone: (Y/N)'s told that her fiancé, Arthur Shelby, is dead. Hell, she even attended his funeral. So she was a little bit confused when he showed up at their home one night.

— Set Me Straight: Arthur's feeling lost again. With Tommy not around, Finn seeks out the only other person who can help bring his brother back to being level: (Y/N). This time, however, Arthur responds in a way (Y/N) wasn't expecting.

— Proud: Back in Small Heath, Arthur's struggling with his old habits that he's fought so hard to push away. Thankfully, he's got his wife alongside him, who lets him know that she's still proud of the man he is.

— Night and Day: Arthur's got a woman that can brighten his day just by being in her presence, regardless of what he was doing before she showed up.

— I Can’t Go On Without You: In which Arthur will do whatever it takes in order to get (Y/N) back...even if it means crossing a line. (Dark)

— Sleep-Talking: Arthur has trouble expressing his feelings for (Y/N)...while he's awake at least.

Blurbs:

— Wedding Night Chats: Arthur goes on the defensive when the status of he and (Y/N)’s relationship is brought up on the night of Tommy’s wedding.

— For No Reason: A question about the future of the company turns into an action that will change the future of Arthur and (Y/N)’s relationship.

— Send Someone Else: Finn attempts to get Arthur out of bed, but (Y/N) succeeds at keeping him there.

— A Fork in the Road: Arthur finally shows up at (Y/N)’s door after she’s been avoiding him for some time. Then feelings come to light.

-> John Shelby <-

x Reader:

— Unrequited: (Y/N) stuck around to help her late friend's partner out with his four kids when she realized that he was in over his head. She finds herself spending a lot of time with his kids, and with him as well. But she doesn't see him in that way.

— I Can’t Lose You, Too: John and (Y/N)'s marriage wasn't built on love. In fact, (Y/N) didn't even think that John was capable of loving her until the day he showed her.

— Fine: Who knew that pottery could be so dangerous when it breaks? Who knew that (Y/N)'s gangster husband lost his mind at the sight of blood? (Y/N) found both of these out at nearly the same time.

— A Not So Rude Awakening: John and (Y/N) have been on a few dates and now he's asked her to stay the night. They spend a normal night in bed, but the morning after is not like (Y/N) thought it was going to be like.

— Fell Hard For You: On a whim, (Y/N) decides to help a man who injures himself while running away from the police. An unlikely relationship then forms from that accident.

— A House Visit: An errand that (Y/N) thought was just going to take five minutes of her time ends up taking the entire night, but she can't complain. It might have just allowed her to meet the love of her life.

— Like Father, Like Son: John Shelby kept striking out on his attempts to get to know (Y/N) better. He didn't know that his chance with her would come with the help of a one-year-old wingman: his youngest son.

— The Tale of Two Brothers: (Y/N)'s known the Shelby family since she was young. Her connection allowed her to help out with what was left behind when the boys went to fight. She finds herself in a bit of a situation when they return from France. A situation that involves feelings coming from two different directions.

— Some Much Needed Comfort...Food: (Y/N) finds John Shelby slumped against the door to his home and quickly decides that she needs to help him. John finds that the way to the heart is actually through a home-cooked meal.

— What’s Her Name?: John quickly becomes enamored by a woman he meets while he's out causing trouble. After he's finished with said trouble, he hopes to find her standing there, but she's gone. So he begins the quest to find out this beautiful woman’s name. The path it leads him on is rather exciting.

Blurbs:

— Hold Your Own: John’s worried when he heard that (Y/N)’s at the shop when the Lee’s break in. She assures him that she’s fine and can hold her own.

— Don’t Go Just Yet: (Y/N) doesn’t let John leave the snug without one last kiss.

— Out For Some Fun: John finds out the hard way that (Y/N) won’t be making him any special food when he comes home at one in the morning.

— Alone Time: John and (Y/N) try to get some alone time, but it’s hard to do when they have four young children.

— A Brief Lapse in the Way Things Usually Are: John shows up and (Y/N)’s door and they share a moment unlike any they’re shared before.

-> The Shelby Brothers <-

x Reader:

— Right Place, Right Time: (platonic!reader) The Peaky Blinders have honed in on a warehouse of one of their rival gangs with the intent of stealing the score that they know is inside. Things go sideways when they discover a girl who is being held at that same warehouse.

— Please Come Home: (sister!reader) The Great War was tough on everyone. (Y/N) thought it took her brothers, who were the only people she was really living for. So you could imagine that she's really excited when she stumbles into them years later, right? Yeah, not really.

— Gifts: (sister!reader) Although she's technically one of the siblings, (Y/N) Shelby acts more like the mother of her family. So it's understandable that she wanted everything to be perfect for the upcoming holiday.

Preferences/Headcannons/Blurbs:

— Leaving Kisses on His Neck (preference blurbs): How each of the Shelby brothers would react to someone letting them know that you had left a lipstick stain on their neck.

— There Was Only One Bed (preference blurbs): How Arthur, John, and Tommy would react if there was only one bed in the room that he and (Y/N) are supposed to share.

— Busted (blurb): The Shelby Brothers get put in their place after their significant others find out about their trip to London.

— The Thing About Tattoos (preference blurbs): How Arthur, John and Tommy would react if their children decided that they were going to change up their tattoos.

— A Reaction to Blood (preference blurbs): How Arthur, John and Tommy would react to their partner fainting at the sight of blood.

— A Bad Habit (preference blurbs): How Arthur, John, and Tommy would react to their partner's habit of biting her lips when something's bothering her.

— I Saw Her First (headcannons): How the Shelby brothers would react to their brother having a crush on the same woman as they do.

x Reader Mini Series:

-> Got Your Back Series (platonic!reader)

— PART 1 - Got Your Back: (Y/N)'s been working for the Shelby Company Ltd. as a way to help her through her journey of pursuing a writing degree at a university. She knew that the Shelby brothers would have her back, but she never knew that they meant that statement literally.

— PART 2 - Good Intentions: (Y/N)'s met someone. Someone she really likes. And he's passed the initial test of her bosses. But they're still keen to keep an eye on him. That's just what happens when you're employed with the Shelby Company Ltd.

— PART 3 - It’s Urgent: (Y/N)'s graduated from university. While out celebrating with her boyfriend, she happens to run into her bosses and can't hold back the wonderful news. Then, she tries to pull some strings and get Jack a job with the best company in Small Heath.

-> A Tough Sell Series (platonic!reader)

— PART 1 - A Tough Sell: Who’d have thought that several hardened gangsters all had the same weakness: a little girl selling cookies.

— PART 2 - Something Good: Elsie (Y/L/N) has been the Shelby Company Ltd.'s faithful cookie supplier for a few months now. On this certain day, Tommy has plans for even more people to gain happiness by eating Elsie's cookies.

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Masterlist -

In This Together - Thomas Shelby

P 1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P 7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 P 16 P17 P18 P19 P20 p21 P22 P23 P24 P25 P26 P27 P28 P29 P 30 p31 P32 P33 P34 P35 P36 P37 P38 P39 P40 p41 P42 P43 P44 P45 P46 P47 Part 48 Part 49 Part 50 Part 51 Part 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89

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The Boy in the Window ~ Tommy Shelby x Reader (Series Masterlist)

Summary: (Y/N) thinks the boy her daughter sees in the window of the neighbouring house is nothing but a childish fantasy, after all, no one has lived there for years, but when she brings that boy to lunch, she realises that he is in fact very real, rather hungry and quite cold and above all- the son of none other than the infamous Tommy Shelby. Expect spoilers for Peaky Blinders Season 1-4.

With eleven parts already written, I plan on publishing a new part every two days.

Prologue ~ Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~

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.kiefer sutherland; masterlist

CHARTERERS: David, Nelson Wright, Jack Bauer, Daniel Schreber, Ace Merrill, "Brain Mars", Arthur Banks, Doc Scurlock

RATING SYSTEM: 𝓽 = teen/general audiences, 𝓶 = mature, 𝓮 = explicit; 𝓯 = fluff, 𝓪 = angst, 𝓼 = smut, 𝓭 = dark

THE LOST BOYS

𝓮 | Hayloft | (David x Frog!Reader) | modern!au | 𝓼

𝓶 | Last Thing | (Yandere!David x Reader) | drabble | 𝓭, 𝓪

𝓮 | Yandere Alphabet | (Yandere!David x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓭, 𝓼, 𝓪

𝓮 | Threesome | (Hard Dom!David x Reader x Soft Dom!Dwayne) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | Beg For It | (Hard Dom!David x Reader x Soft Dom!Dwayne) | oneshot| 𝓼

𝓮 | Submit | (Hard Dom!David x Brat!Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓽 | Dwayne's Girl | (David x Reader x Dwayne) | [part one] [part two] | 𝓯

𝓮 | Thigh Riding | (Hard Dom!David x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | Steel-Toed Boots | (Brat Tamer!David x Brat!Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | Polyamorous Relationship | (David x Reader x Dwayne) | headcanons | 𝓼

𝓮 | Caught | (David x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓼

𝓮 | Seduction | (David x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | Punishment | (Brat Tamer!David x Brat!Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | Edging | (David x Brat!Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓶 | You & I | (David x Reader) | soulmate!au | 𝓯, 𝓪

𝓮 | Just Primae Noctis | (Lord!David x Peasant!Virgin!Reader) | medieval!au | 𝓼, 𝓪

𝓮 | Teach Me | (David x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | Hypnokink | (David x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | Motorcycle Sex | (David x Reader| drabble | 𝓼

𝓮 | Public Sex | (David x Reader) | drabble | 𝓼

𝓶 | The Dullahan | (David x Reader) | snippet |

FLATLINERS

𝓮 | Four Eyes Are Better Than Two | (Nelson Wright x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | Oh Doctor, My Doctor | (Nelson Wright x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓶 | Snowed In | (Nelson Wright x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼, 𝓯

𝓮 | NSFW Headcanons | (Nelson Wright x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓼

𝓶 | General Headcanons | (Nelson Wright x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓪

𝓮 | Take Care | (Soft Dom!Nelson Wright x Reader) | drabble | 𝓼

𝓮 | Sweet Dreams | (Nelson Wright x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓶 | Something to Tell You | (Nelson Wright x Pregnant!Reader) | oneshot | 𝓯, 𝓪

𝓽 | You're Oblivious | (Nelson Wright x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓯

𝓽 | Domestic | (Nelson Wright x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓯

𝓮 | Medical Kink | (Nelson Wright x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓼

𝓶 | Engaged | (Nelson Wright x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓼, 𝓯

𝓮 | NSFW Alphabet | (Nelson Wright x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓼

𝓽 | Nineteen Ninety-One | (Nelson Wright x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓯, 𝓪

24

𝓮 | Weekend Excursion | (Jack Bauer x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓶 | Dating Jack Bauer | (Jack Bauer x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓪, 𝓯, 𝓼

𝓮 | A Night In | (Jack Bauer x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | Who's Your Daddy | (Boss!Jack Bauer x Reader) | [part one] [part two] | 𝓼

𝓮 | You're Jealous | (Jack Bauer x Jealous!Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | Yandere Alphabet | (Jack Bauer x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓼

𝓮 | Feelings | (Jack Bauer x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓼, 𝓪

𝓮 | Outdoor Sex | (Jack Bauer x Reader) | drabble | 𝓼

𝓮 | NSFW Headcanons | (Jack Bauer x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓼

𝓮 | Punishment | (Hard Dom!Jack Bauer x Brat!Reader) | drabble | 𝓼

THE DARK CITY

𝓮 | The Good Doctor | (Daniel Schreber x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | Stars Align | (Daniel Schreber x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | NSFW Headcanons | (Daniel Schreber x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓼

𝓮 | Taking Care | (Daniel Schreber x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | Me and My Husband | (Daniel Schreber x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓽 | Dark City Headcanons | (Daniel Schreber x Reader) | headcanons |

𝓮 | Yandere Alphabet | (Daniel Schreber x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓼

𝓶 | Relationship Headcanons | (Daniel Schreber x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓯, 𝓼

STAND BY ME

𝓮 | Round Two | (Ace Merrill x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | NSFW Headcanons | (Ace Merrill x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓼

𝓶 | That No-Good Mr. Merrill | (Ace Merrill x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓯

𝓮 | Holy, Holy | (Ace Merrill x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓮 | Boob Guy | (Ace Merrill x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

𝓶 | The Game | (Ace Merrill x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

THE KILLING TIME

𝓶 | Meant to be Yours | ("Brain Mars" x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓪, 𝓭

𝓮 | A Taste | ("Brian Mars" x Reader) | drabble | 𝓼

DESERT SAINTS

𝓶 | Devil in the Details | (Arther Banks x Reader) | 𝓪, 𝓭

𝓮 | Handcuffing Arthur | (Arthur Banks x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓼

YOUNG GUNS

𝓽 | Food of Love | (Josiah "Doc" Scurlock x Reader) | oneshot | 𝓯

𝓮 | Yandere Alphabet | (Josiah "Doc" Scurlock x Reader) | headcanons | 𝓭

[motionless-friction]

Is it bad that I like him twisted and dangerous?

I like him dangerous, and even though he'll probably get me killed, I don't care. I don't want to change him, I need him this way, I need him to ruin my life even more than I already have. 🥺

[todo-shotoroki]

🫥🫶🏽

[nanagoswife]

Jujutsu Kaisen Characters

Gojo Satoru

Nanami Kento

Both

One shots

Best Friends are Double the Trouble - Part 1 | Part 2

Drabbles

Nanami and Gojo with a reader who's afraid of falling

When you get into a fight

Series

Coming VERY soon...

[nanagoswife]

Own Me

Summary: Gojo treated you and Nanami for your anniversary. So, you both don't let it go to waste.

W/C: 8.8k😳

Warnings: dom!nanami, degradation, piv, rough sex, oral (fem&male receiving), bondage, blindfolding, lingerie sex, marking, biting, cock warming, praise kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex, daddy kink, thigh riding, punishments, edging, unedited

A/N: So, this is VERY unedited so I apologise for any grammatical errors in advance. Also, this is very much nearly nine thousand words of pure porn without a plot. So, enjoy this thing that originally wasn't supposed to be more than 3k words

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“I’ve got you,” Nanami whispers in your ear, his chest pressing against your back. He presses a kiss just below your ear, hands tightening their grip on your hips. Then he orders lowly, “Turn for me.”

You do as he says and meet his dark lustful eyes. It makes your breath hitch as you watch him shed his coat. His form is imposing but you feel your face heat up at just how attractive he is. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been together for years, he always has this effect on you and tonight is going to be one to remember. The fact that it was your anniversary wasn’t the only reason. 

“I want you to own me.” The words are still ringing clearly through Kento’s mind. The way you looked up at him through your lashes; how your hands gently traced circles over his chest; your hand trailing dangerously up his thigh while he drove back from your anniversary party that Gojo had thrown. All of it was fresh in his mind but those words were the ones he focused on. Those and the, “I want you to use me, Kento. I trust you. Just like always.”

Well, how could he refuse you? He’d be a fool to say no to you especially since it’s been a while since he’s done something like this with you. It would’ve been a more common occurrence had it not been for both his job and yours stealing that time away. Now the two of you had all night and Gojo had made sure the two of you would have all of tomorrow for quality time. There was no more need to rush. 

Now, he leans forward, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he mutters, “I seem to recall there being a better use of my tie.”

In the next moment you’re untying Kento’s tie, pulling back to meet his eyes. “May I take your shirt off before you tie me up?” You give him puppy dog eyes as your tone is lightly pleading. He was going to make you beg for it but the way your fingers trail over his chest as you slip his tie from his neck has him shuttering and losing his restraint. 

Well, for now. 

“Just the shirt,” he says firmly, slipping his tie from your grasp and stuffing it in his pocket. The way your eyes gleam tells him exactly what words are going to spill from your lips next. Just the anticipation has his heart racing. It’s been so long since the two of you have done this and what you’re about to call him has always spurred him on. 

“Yes, daddy,” you say sweetly, your fingers slowly starting on his shirt buttons. The combination of your touch and the name has him fighting the shutter that threatens to flow through his body. He can’t give up when the two of you have only just started. 

He lets you get a few buttons undone before grabbing your wrists and stopping you. A confused look takes over your features before he leads you towards the chair in the corner of the hotel room (courtesy of Gojo Satoru) and he sits. 

Spreading his legs, he pulls you in between them and lets your wrists go. “Strip for me.”

You do as he says, slowly stripping away your clothing. Kento can feel the way his slacks continually grow tighter as you let each article of clothing fall to the ground. They grow even tighter as you reveal the lingerie set he bought for you last Christmas. He hadn’t seen you in it since and now he’s looking forward to tonight even more than he was before. You more than know how it makes him feel when you wear it.

He sees your hands move to remove the lacy set of undergarments and that has his hand reaching to grab your wrists again. 

“Did I tell you to take that off,” he growls lowly, his free hand moving to your ass and squeezing the soft flesh. 

Quickly, you shake your head. “No daddy.”

“This stays,” he orders with a light smack to your ass. 

You nod, your cheeks heating as you offer a, “Yes daddy,” which has his head quirking to the side in curiosity. 

“What’s my baby thinking?” he whispers into your ear before pressing a kiss to your jaw, trailing down to your shoulder. “Are you remembering Christmas and how I fucked you in this set all night?” he asks seductively against your shoulder, his hand on your ass massaging the flesh. 

“I am,” you breathe out, enjoying the way Kento sucks the skin at the juncture of your neck. “I’m also thinking of the way you held me after all of that.”

“Now, now. Don’t get all soft on me now,” he says against your skin with a smirk, pressing one more kiss before pulling back. “We haven’t even started.”

Kento gets comfortable again and pats his thigh. You don’t hesitate to straddle that leg. “Continue,” he says as he draws your hands to his chest. However, he doesn’t let go of your wrists and instead leans forward to place a kiss on your neck. He watches as goosebumps spread across your skin and he smiles as he orders, “Ride my thigh while you do it, sweetheart. Daddy wants to watch you.”

You eagerly nod but he still doesn’t let your wrists go. 

“Use your words, baby,” he coos as his free hand slowly moves towards the buttons of his shirt and starts to undo one, “or else I’ll be more than happy to get myself off while you only watch.”

It’s a lie, you both know it. However, that threat is a familiar one that he has gone through with before when you weren’t listening. Now, though, even though it’s a lie, you want to comply. You were the one to ask, afterall. So, you let your eyes widen in panic as he almost finishes with the button which makes him pause. 

“Yes daddy. Sorry daddy. I’ll behave.”

Kento smiles, releasing your wrists with a murmured, “Good girl,” as he leans back. You waste no time in continuing with the buttons, your hips grinding down on his muscled thigh to relieve the ache between your legs. 

You forgot what this was like. Any moments you’ve had with Kento in the last six months, even when the two of you had spare time, were moments without any wasted time. The two of you would undress each other and do nothing more than pleasuring the other. There was no extra foreplay like you were doing now; no tying of hands or blindfolding or ball gagging like you’re sure is going to happen tonight. You did take the courtesy of taking out and packing the once forgotten items just for this night. 

“You prepared for this?” Kento half stated, half asked with a devilish grin when you put them on the side table. Your cheeks had heated in embarrassment but he stepped up behind you, hands grabbing your hips as he had pressed his chest against your back. “Good thinking, sweetheart. Now,” he paused, nose tracing the shell of your ear, breath fanning over your neck before you felt his lips and making you shudder as he whispered, “I’ve got you.” Which then led to where you two were now. 

Kento groaned when he felt the way you were soaking through your panties, effectively soaking his pant leg this early on. It doesn’t help that your leg keeps slightly nudging his aching erection. Your fingers have paused their work on his buttons and he tsks, hands grabbing your hips to halt your movements. You look at him with confusion again, chest heaving from the high you had been so desperately chasing. 

“I never told you you could stop with the buttons, sweetheart,” he says sweetly but the way he smirks and how his hands grip your hands makes you shudder. This is the side of him you missed; the side where he looks like he’ll go easy on you but you end up hardly being able to walk for multiple days. 

“Sorry daddy,” you say, heat rushing to your face in embarrassment. It was the one thing that you wanted to do, that he let you do after asking, and you stopped. You had been too caught up in riding his thigh and enjoying the friction that you stopped. 

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he lets out sweetly but squeezes your hips tightly. “However, there will be a punishment,” he continues with a slap to your ass, causing you to yelp before massaging the stinging skin. 

“Yes daddy.”

He smirks. “Now, finish with those buttons but don’t push the shirt off. No more riding my thigh, either.”

You pout but it quickly drops when he smacks your ass again. 

“You’ll do as I say,” he growls. “Now finish undoing my shirt and then get on your knees.”

With that, you do as he says. There’s a thrill that runs down your spine. You know what’s going to happen and you find your mouth watering at the prospect. That compels you to work faster on his last few buttons. However, as you go to slip to the ground, he stops you by your hips. 

Kento pulls his tie from his pocket. “Give me your hands, baby. Daddy needs to make sure you know where your hands should be at all times.”

So, you comply, offering your wrists to him. 

He chuckles as he slides the material of his tie over your wrists. “Good girl knowing exactly what I want,” he coos, tying the material to hold your hands together. It’s tight, but not too tight yet it’s still tied in a way that you couldn’t undo the knot without him doing it for you. “Now, get on your knees. If you behave, maybe I’ll let you finish soaking my pant leg until you cum. Yeah?”

That spurs you on to do exactly as he says, replying to him as he wants as you slip to your knees. You keep your hands in front of you so that he can see. He doesn’t need to tell you the rules, you already know them. 

Your heart begins to hammer harder in your chest as you watch him unbuckle his belt before undoing his pants. As he pulls his length out, your mouth begins to water even more. There’s a bead of pre-cum leaking at the swollen tip and it takes everything in you to not lean forward and lick it up. You can’t do anything until he tells you no matter how much you want to touch him. 

Kento can see the wanting look in your eyes. He knows that, with the excessive amount of times you swallow, your mouth is watering from the sight of his cock. You look so pretty like this, begging him with your eyes, your hands tied with his tie as you sit on your knees in that lace lingerie. The thought of ripping it off of you later arouses him and he has to calm his racing heart. If he keeps this up, he’ll cum with the first touch from you. 

“Are you that desperate? Practically drooling to have daddy’s cock in your mouth?”

Instead of an answer, he watches your face flush in embarrassment. He’s impressed when your eyes flicker away only for a moment. Most of all, he’s amused with how you’re showing just how much you want to be good for him so that you can go back to your own pleasure. He can’t say he’s upset about it either. The way it feels when you grind your soaking core on his thigh; how your own thigh will occasionally rub against his clothed erection; all of it drives him wild and that’s not even including the way you whimper and whine and the way you look as you please yourself with something as simple as that. 

A devilish smirk spreads his lips as his hand slips into your hair. “Oh, my darling girl,” he says with a mix of a gentle but condescending tone, “is there anything from me you don’t want?” 

The question is both teasing and genuine. However, Kento doesn’t give you a moment to think just which side wins over as he pushes your head towards his leaking tip. 

“Now, behave yourself. You know the rules,” he states before using his free hand to grasp his length. With his thumb, he spreads the bead of pre-cum over the head, chuckling darkly at the disappointed glint in your eyes. “Don’t worry, baby. There’ll be plenty more for you.”

Before you can reply, he tells you to open your mouth. When you do, he uses the hand tangled in your hair to sink your mouth down his cock. A groan pours from his lips when he feels your tongue get to work right away. It provides such a relief to the ache he’s been feeling ever since he saw you walk down the stairs of your home before even going to dinner. 

“Fuck,” Kento grits out, hand tightening the slightest bit in your hair. He makes sure he’s not hurting you and, when he sees he isn’t, he moves your mouth over his cock the way he wants. “Your mouth feels so good around daddy’s cock.” 

With the amount you take in, it honestly surprises him. However, as he finally notices the tears build up in your eyes through his pleasure, he knows you’re putting a lot of effort. You want to be able to please him as he guides your mouth the way he likes. A part of him wants to be upset that you aren’t telling him that it’s too much but the other part is filled with pride. Still, his baby was so focused on pleasing him that she was neglecting her own comfort. That wasn’t going to continue anymore but he found that you definitely deserve a reward after that. 

So, guiding your mouth off of him with an obscenely loud pop, he guides your shaky figure until you’re straddling his thigh once again. 

He brings a hand up, cupping your cheek as he wipes a tear from your eye. Just for that, he turns soft for a moment. “Why didn’t you tell me it was too much, darling?”

You lean forward, head resting against his shoulder as you mutter, “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You wouldn’t have disappointed me. It’s been a while and all I wanted was for you to be comfortable.” 

You nod against his shoulder, leaning back to meet his eyes. A soft smile graces your lips and it makes him relax. 

“Do you want to continue? We can change it up,” Kento offers but you immediately shake your head. 

“I missed this. I want this.”

A soft smile curls his lips when he sees just how much you mean it. There’s a desperation in your eyes and it warms his heart. This was always something you both enjoyed together and he was happy to see how much you wanted this. 

“Alright,” he says softly. “Now, I believe you deserve your reward.” 

With that, you start to ride his thigh again. His hands find their place on your hips, guiding them in a way he knows will increase your own pleasure. It isn’t long until his pant leg starts to soak yet again as your tied arms and forehead press against his shoulder. Your moans and whines only work to make the ache between his thighs settle in yet again. 

He can’t take it anymore. Having your underwear in the way of both yours and his pleasure is driving him insane. He wants to be able to feel how your cum soaks his pant leg. The extra layer would keep him from experiencing it. 

“Stop,” he says with a squeeze to your hips to still you. His fingers run under the band of your panties and he snaps them against your skin as he orders you to remove them. 

You do so gracefully, still a bit shaky on your feet but for a different reason than sore knees from kneeling. Kento knows you were close, that’s why he wanted you to stop. He wanted to feel it. He needed to. 

There’s no time from the moment you finally step out of your underwear after awkwardly trying to take them off with tied hands and being back on his soaked thigh. He pulls you a little harsher than intended, you crashing into him and rubbing against his painfully hard erection. At the sensation, he can’t help but groan. It was a small interaction but it was enough to relieve some of that ache even if just for that fleeting moment. 

“Make yourself cum on daddy’s thigh, baby. Daddy wants you to ruin his pant leg,” he practically growls in your ear as your own thigh rubs against his length yet again. 

Kento’s hands are on your hips, squeezing in warning whenever you get too close to him. The sensations were relieving but he was in control. If you went against him he’d have to punish you even if he really doesn’t want to. Just like you do, he wants to do this again but a softer side of him threatens to show itself. Knowing that this may be the last time in a while you get a moment like this though spurs him on to keep on track. If you wanted to go another round, he could be softer. There’s even tomorrow for that. Now, you want him to own you and that’s what he’s going to do. 

It’s not long until you make it back to the edge. The way your head falls against his shoulder again along with your trembling thighs tells him everything he needs to know. 

“C’mon baby. Let go for me,” he says hotly into your ear. Just as he says that, you’re calling out his name in a high pitched moan. 

Kento can feel the wet heat flowing from your core onto his thigh. It makes him smile as your heaving chest moves up and down. Normally, he would’ve made you pull your face away so he could watch, but it was his way of apologizing for not noticing his mistake earlier. Now though, he wasn’t going to be as forgiving. Now it was time to move on to what he was looking forward to the most. 

“Feel good?” he asks hotly into your ear yet again. His breath makes you shiver. 

“Yes daddy,” you answer, pulling back to meet his eyes which just excites you more. With that look alone you can tell what he’s thinking. 

This is going to be a long night. 

“On the bed, baby. Daddy wants you on all fours,” he mutters in your ear before pulling away his hands and leaning back in the chair. He didn’t want to, your warm touch was what he wanted. However, he’ll have to wait. 

You do as he says, walking seductively. Your ass was a little red and he can already see where his hands may leave marks. Those aren’t the last marks that will be made tonight. Far from. 

Kento smiles. You knew how that would make him feel and it gets worse with the way you climb onto the bed. The sight has his hand going to his aching member, squeezing it to provide temporary relief from watching you. Why do you have to be so perfect? 

Having satisfied himself for now, he tucks his length away before making his way to grab the blindfold. The ball gag will be next. 

Kento leans a knee on the edge of the bed, letting his bare chest graze against your shoulder as his nose traces the shell of your ear. 

“Naughty girl,” he says lowly as his hand slaps an ass cheek before massaging it. 

You look at him innocently. “What did I do, daddy?”

A devilish smirk spreads his lips as he leans back. “Oh, you know exactly what. Don’t act like you don’t know or else I’ll have to punish you.”

“What if I want to be punished?”

A groan leaves his chest as he pulls back from you, wrapping an arm around your front to pull you up with him. His hand presses you back until your back is against his chest. “Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?”

“It is daddy. I want you to so badly,” you plead. 

“Alright,” he whispers as he slides the blindfold over your eyes. “Tell me if it’s too much. I don’t want my baby to feel like she has to forget her own pleasure for mine.”

You nod as he finishes tying the piece of fabric over your eyes. 

“Good. Now,” he begins, hands trailing over your body before settling on your breasts, playing with your nipples through the lace, “if you want to be punished, you need to tell me why you deserve to. Otherwise I won’t do it.”

For a moment you’re silent. All he can feel is the way you arch into his touch, your nipples hard and he has to gently bite your shoulder as your ass pressed against his groin. It isn’t until you haven’t answered for a few moments that he brings a hand to give your ass a smack. 

“That little stunt was smart but I’m gonna need more than that, sweetheart. Tell me why I should punish you?”

The hand he used to slap your ass doesn’t go back to your breast. He instead trails it down over your belly button but stops just shy of your mound. It has you wanting more but you know you won’t get anything until you do as he says. 

“W-when I was riding your thigh,” you start and his hand trails a little lower, making your breathing quicken. “I was intentionally brushing your cock when I knew I wasn’t supposed to.”

“Mhm. And?” he says against your neck, sucking a mark there as his hand drifts a little further down. 

You swallow sharply. “In the car, I was being naughty. My hand wandered and I was intentionally trying to start off when you should’ve been the one to start.”

Kento’s head switches to your opposite shoulder as he hums in agreement and he sucks another mark on your shoulder before muttering, “But that’s not all, is it?”

“No it isn’t,” you agree.

“For example,” he continues, his hand millimetres away from reaching where you ache for him the most, “you brought all of this with you tonight. Did you not trust me to grab it myself?”

He knows what your answer is going to be. He knows it’s a lie. However, this is how you’re going to get what you want and, if he’s being honest, it’s what he wants too. So, he eagerly awaits your answer as his index and ring finger spread your folds open to expose your core to the cool air. 

“No I didn’t. I thought you would have forgotten it.”

With that, he smiles before biting your shoulder just a little bit rougher than the last. 

“Well, I do believe that deserves a long lasting punishment,” he growls into your ear, pressing his hips against your ass so you can feel just how hard he is. It doesn’t matter that you had already felt it earlier, he needs to remind you just how much he wants this as you do. 

Before you know it, he’s completely pulled away from you. His hands leave their respective places on your body and his chest leaves your back. You’re almost tempted to lift the blindfold to see, but you know better. You are already in for it with just that, knowing he’ll be back in a moment. 

It’s not until you hear something from beside the bed, then the dragging of plastic against the wooden bedside table. Then, you feel the bed dip behind you as Kento settles there. 

“I do believe,” his voice starts suddenly right beside your ear. It sends a chill down your spine as you feel the drag of a hand up the side of your thigh until it stops at the clasp that attaches your garters to the rest of the lingerie. “That lying is a very bad thing to do,” he finishes. Then, you feel the familiar round piece of plastic and the chill of metal against your cheek. “Maybe we should keep that mouth from lying anymore, hm?”

You nod a little too eagerly as you feel his chest press against your back. His hand trails up from your hip until he grabs your chin. It’s rough but it isn’t enough to hurt. The action is more to push your mouth open and you find it hot that he does so. 

“Open wide for daddy, yeah?”

As you do as he says, opening wide enough for the ball to fit into your mouth, you have to suppress a groan. The metal rings attached to the straps chilled your burning cheeks and that on top of the way Kento trails his hands across your body makes you shiver. 

It doesn’t matter that your jaw still aches from the blowjob earlier. The ache is ignored as Kento does up the straps behind your head. It’s easy to ignore as you find your mouth watering around the plastic ball in your mouth. It’s even easier to ignore as Kento presses his chest against your back until you’re falling onto your elbows. 

His warmth disappears again but he doesn’t move off the bed. Instead, his hands grab your ass, thumbs spreading your soaked folds and you can almost picture the smug look he must have. 

“So wet for daddy, hm?” His tone is teasing as he adds, “I’ve hardly touched you. Do you really want me that badly?”

All you can do is nod as you do your best to imagine how he might look right now. However, it’s a bit hard to focus on that thought when his hot breath fans over your hot core. That, combined with the way he teases you with little circles from his thumbs, is making it impossible to think of anything but the anticipation. 

Kento hums, amused, as he sees how your cunt clenches around nothing from your thoughts. It causes him to chuckle, pulling away and enjoying the way you whine when he pulls his hands away. Levelling a smack to your ass has your little sounds of desperation vanish and he can’t help but feel a small sense of pride at that. 

He leans over your back again, lips brushing against your neck as he says darkly, “Don’t assume that you’re coming first today, sweetheart. I’m not going to let you until I’ve filled you up at least twice. Got that?”

Doing your best to nod, a smile spreads across Kento’s lips as he sees how flushed your face is. Just from those few words too. Now he wants to see just how much more you’ll be flushed when he brings up a certain topic that hasn’t been discussed in some time. However, it might be too soon. Or is it? In the end, he mentally says fuck it and goes for it. It’s not like there’s an end in sight of this night anyways. 

Finally, he cups your core and drags a finger through your soaking folds, groaning as his digit slips right through. He relishes the way your body trembles at the smallest touch to your clit. Your body is so hot against his and he loves it so much. Hardly anything has happened but you’re already so worked up even with him letting you reach your high before. Well, maybe that’s exactly why you’re so worked up. Maybe it’s because you haven’t had enough. 

“Hmm, you got even wetter from that?” he teases. “Does the thought of me filling you until you’re pregnant get you off?”

Kento expected you to possibly freeze. He thought you’d be taken by surprise by mentioning this topic however he finds you nodding rapidly. There’s a moan that spills from as you push back against his hand that’s still cupping your pussy. 

A new wave of arousal flows through him at the thought of getting you pregnant. The thought of fucking you until he cums so many times that there’s no way it won’t take; the image of your belly rounded with your growing child; how your breast would swell in preparation to accommodate your child’s needs. All of it works to spring him into a new sense of wanting to use your body. He wants to have you a babbling mess as he watches his multiple loads of cum drop from your cunt. However, he would only use his fingers to collect to push it back into you so that none of it goes to waste. 

He needs to calm himself down from those thoughts. It’s almost as if, had he were to touch himself, he would be done for in seconds. So, he takes the time to kiss your neck, sucking a mark that would be visible above one of your collared shirts. At the same time, he can feel the way you’re dripping all over his palm even though he’s made no movement in the last couple of minutes. God, he wishes he could kiss you right now. He wishes he could trace his tongue with yours just to convey how he feels about all of this but, for now, marking you up will have to do. 

“You’re sure about this?” It’s a question but it comes out as a growl. He can’t help it. The thought of getting you pregnant is making him dizzy with want and it’s taking everything in him to not ditch dragging this out.

You nod without hesitation. He’s sure that you’d have a genuine look in your eyes if he were to take the blindfold off. Though, he doesn’t need to do that to know you’re serious and it spurs him on to cover the bare areas of your back in hickeys and light bite marks. He doesn’t stop until he gets down to your tailbone, sucking one last mark there before looking down at you. 

The sight he sees is wonderful. The side of your face is squished into the mattress, a corner of the blindfold getting wet from the way you drool around the ball gag. Your hair is splayed around you as your tied arms rest on the pillows above your head. Pulling back gives him the full view of your soaked pussy raised up in the air. Your back is covered in marks and bruises from his fingers are already forming on your hips from just the smallest of interactions. His hand prints are still visible on each cheek of your ass and that’s enough for him to lose restraint. 

Kento kneels behind you, licking a line from your clit to your entrance. His hands cup each ass cheek and massages the flesh as he does another lick, chuckling at the way your legs tremble from just that. A few more minutes of teasing little licks are all he lets himself do. If he doesn’t stop himself, he’ll break the promise he just made. 

With that being said, he pulls away, slapping an ass cheek when you whine from the absence. 

“Behave,” he says sternly, “otherwise the blindfold is coming off and you’re watching me get myself off. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

Once again, you nod. Kento leans over your back, one hand curling around you to cup your breast as the other moves to undo his pants again. You can feel the buttons of his shirt drag against your skin and you can’t help but be disappointed that he still hasn’t taken it off. At the same time it sends a whole different thrill up your spine. Yes, it’s attractive that he still hasn’t undressed, at all really, but you wish you could see it. You know that he’d tease you because it would make you wetter than you already are. 

The leather of his belt meeting your skin as he pushes his pants down brings you from your thoughts. It reminds you of the ache you have for him to stretch you open. This whole time you’ve been in agony, needing to just simply have him fill you up the only way he ever can. You know his resolve is slipping, yours is as well. If this was a more frequent occurrence, you know you’d still be at that chair, begging him to let you simply put your lips around him. 

Today is an exception. So, it’s no real shock when you feel Kento drag the tip of his cock through your folds. The groan he lets out at just that makes you shiver. However, as his tip traces over your entrance and pushes just the slightest bit in, you find your teeth closing around the ball gag as you moan. 

You feel Kento press his chest to your back, his cock sliding between your folds but doing nothing more. His breath is hot on your neck as his hands grip your hips. The zipper of his slacks press into your skin and you know the sharp metal is going to sting but it’s going to add to the wonderful ache that you’ll have tomorrow. Plus, your fiancé has always been a master at aftercare. 

“If only you could see what I see right now,” he mutters hotly in your ear before pressing a kiss to your nape. “You’d see what a pretty little slut you are.” One of his hands moves between your bodies to angle his cock to your entrance. “Now, show me how much you want daddy’s cock.”

He pulls away from your back, presumably straightening so that you can do your work. His hands stay on your hips as you move to push back against him, moaning around the ball in your mouth as he stretches you open. You find that you can no longer control the amount of drool spilling from your mouth as you push your hips back. He’s just filling you up so well. It doesn’t matter that you’re only halfway down his shaft, the feeling is already greater than what you’ve done since you stepped into this hotel room. 

Kento doesn’t do anything until you’ve fully sucked his cock into your cunt. Your walls flutter around him and he has to bite back a groan of pleasure with a bite to the inside of his cheek. 

There’s a moment where he doesn’t do anything. So, you assume that he wants you to keep going; to move while he kneels behind you. You begin to drag rock back forwards but his fingers tighten in the flesh of your hips. It makes you whimper with how tight the grip is but it only serves to heighten the pleasure, your walls clenching around his cock

In an instant, his hands are wrapping around your front to lift you against his chest. Both hands move to your breasts, playing with your nipples as he growls, “I never said you could move. Daddy is supposed to cum first, remember?”

Before you can answer him, Kento takes this chance to drag his cock until only his tip is still in and snaps his hips back up. The moan you let out leads him to doing the same thing over and over again just to hear that sound. Every single time he was created with the same delicious sound from you. He started to pick up the pace just to hear it more and more. It got to the point where he was lost in the pure bliss of something so simple. 

If it weren’t for the way he craved even more, he would’ve continued. Instead, he pushes you down, hands still playing with your breasts through your lingerie as he begins to hammer into you. The feeling of your soft walls always drove him mad, the only words he could string together were praising how good you felt around him as he lost himself in the moment yet again. 

He could feel the way your thighs trembled against his. It made him flash a devilish smile that you couldn’t see. He made himself hold up his restraint to take it off after he came for the first time. After that he wouldn't only remove the blindfold but also his tie from your wrists. He wanted to be able to feel your hands gripping at him. Most of all, he wanted to feel your fingers scratch his back or splay through his damp hair or how they would intertwine with his as he lifts your joined hands over your head as he cums a second time. Seeing you like this was a treasure but being able to properly feel you with him has become his new favourite thing. 

“My pretty little slut,” he grits out as he feels him drawing closer to his high, “gonna fill you up. Does she want daddy to do that?”

Viscously, you nod. A chuckle rips from his chest at the eagerness combined with the tension in your features. He can tell how desperately you’re trying to fight off your own orgasm as he continues to pound into you. It was an amusing sight to see with the fact that he could see how your brows pinched together even under the blindfold. No longer were you trying to keep the drool from spilling around the ball in your mouth and he can only imagine how the corners of your eyes must be wet with tears.

That thought alone has him spilling into you with a grunt, forehead dropping against your nape, but he doesn’t stop. Kento continues to push his seed further and further into you and he doesn’t soften. No, he’s so achingly hard still from just the thought that he’ll let himself see your eyes along with your soft touch.

“You’re being such a good little girl. Your punishment isn’t done but you do deserve a little reward,” he breathes into your neck before sucking yet another mark into your skin. His hands drag up your sides, only stopping to snap the straps attached to the garters against your thighs. 

The harsh thrusts stop, ending in one hard press that has you whining. It gave you a chance to calm down and let your building high dissipate. Had he gone any longer, you weren’t sure you could hold back. 

You thought about being playful and moving your hips in a little circle but that’s quickly wiped from your mind when you feel his fingers work at the knot of the blindfold. It’s something you’ve noticed your finacé has grown majorly fond of since the two of you first started dating, seeing your eyes as he fucks you. He’s always loved these little games but you know nothing gets him more riled up than you watching him and touching him. So, even though this is technically a reward for you, it’s more of a reward for him.

It’s not long before the blindfold is slipping away from your eyes. You have to squint a little from the light even though it’s dim. 

Kento dips down, pressing a kiss to your temple to get your attention as he throws the blindfold to the side. He presses another kiss to your jaw, loving the way you groan as his hands trail over your arms.

When your eyes meet his he can’t help the feeling of disappointment flowing through him that he can’t properly kiss you right now. He needs to be patient. All he needs to do is one last little thing before he can have everything he wants from you. Then he can, with your permission, turn this to the proper moment that he’s grown to favour.

You know that’s what he’s grown to favour and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t as well. The ability to be able to touch him in moments like these has always been some of your favourite moments. That’s why, when his hands draw ever closer to your wrists, you find your back pressing into his torso. 

A groan leaves Kento as the movement also causes a flicker of stimulation for his warming cock pressed all the way into you. He knows that wasn’t your intention and he’s too focused on the need to be able to feel you. So, he ignores it and doesn’t stop until he has your wrists freed from his tie, entwining his fingers with yours immediately. However soft the motion is, his words don’t live up to that.

“Don’t think we’re done yet just because you can touch me now,” he whispers in your ear. It sends a chill down your spine but you’re given no time to think about it as he flips you onto your side, lifting your leg over his shoulder. He’s lining himself back up with your entrance, the tip only just pushed in and your pussy is clenching in an effort to pull more of him in. That along with the way you moan, one of your hands coming up to grasp his bicep, has him giving up and pushing all of the way into you.

All he does are small little thrusts, not enough to encite too much pleasure as he bites the inside of your knee. Kento takes the moment to see the way your eyes flutter closed, feel how wonderfully tight your hand is clenched in the fabric of his sleeve.

“If you want me to let you finish, you’ll need to open your eyes, sweetheart.” There’s amusement laced in his tone. You want to open them, you do. However, from the small glimpse you had, you’re afraid you won’t be able to hold back like you were able to before. The sight of him partially dressed, sweaty from his efforts and the way his chestnut eyes darken in lust has always been a sure fire way for everything to be forgotten. Hell, him just speaking alone could make you cum.

“C’mon baby. Open your eyes for daddy. He wants to see them while he breeds you.”

That drives you to snap your eyes open. You nearly forgot about that while you’re sure it’s been the driving force for Kento. Although you have almost forgotten, it now sends a whole new desire through you like it did when he first mentioned it. Now the fact that he isn’t moving is extremely bothering you as you meet his eyes. He must see how you feel because a grin splits his lips as he presses the smallest of thrusts.

“Oh, I see,” he mutters amusedly as he leans over you. “Was my pretty little baby so caught up in the pleasure of being fucked that she forgot the point of all of this?”

You’re a bit ashamed as you hesitantly nod. It was something you wanted and you feel like that should’ve been what was driving you but you were so focused on holding back your orgasm that you forgot the point. Not even that, he managed to fuck you so good that you forgot it was your anniversary.

Slowly, you feel Kento drag his cock backward further before snapping his hips back, eliciting a moan from you as your hand tightens in his sleeve. You wish he wasn’t wearing his shirt still. You want to be able to feel him properly but you’re in no place to make any demands. Plus, you were the one who wanted this the most. It’s only a matter of time before you’ll be able to get what you want now.

Kento is hanging on to his resolve by a thread. He wants to see you come undone over his cock, but he knows you wanted this. Plus, the thought of filling you up again first in the name of getting you pregnant is that thread and it's strong. After that, it can morph into him pleasuring you while he goes as many rounds as he possibly can until he knows for sure that it’ll take.

So, he changes from his long strokes and quick snaps of his hips into a steady rhythm. The way your muffled cry escapes your lips when he does brings him more of that resolve. Your free hand comes up to his abdomen, finger nails lightly biting at his skin. He’s so glad that he can feel your touch. The main reason: it’ll bring him to the edge a lot quicker.

Your hand grips his sleeve even tighter as he slams into you even harder and faster. It’s bringing you dangerously close to the edge and you know that Kento knows this as your head falls back against the mattress as you moan loudly. You know he knows because his hips move to an agonizingly slow drag of his hips.

“Can my baby not hold back?” he says with a bored tone. Then he leans down, forcing you to meet his eyes that hold an amused glint as he watches your flushed face, tears built up in the corners of your eyes. “Maybe I should manage myself and not put my cock back in until I’m ready to cum.”

You shake your head. You want to feel him. Most importantly, you want to be the reason he spills inside of you. The thought of him pleasuring himself and only releasing inside of you when he’s done is unbearable. You would say he’s only kidding but he’s done it a few times in the past when you haven’t listened to him. It was a torture you don’t want to go through again.

So, to try and convey your point, you tighten your hand in his sleeve and tug at it. You hope that it gets your plea across and it does. The way he smiles as he pulls away confirms it.

“Alright. If I feel that you’re losing control again then I’ll make good on my promise.”

You nod and then he’s right back at it. It takes everything in you to hold back as he pounds into you. When you feel the telltale stutter in his thrusts it’s a relief. You know then that you won’t have to put in so much effort to hold everything back and that you’d get him completely.

It’s only moments later that he’s spilling into you a second time with a moan of your name. His head falls back, fingers digging harshly into the flesh of your thigh. He continues to thrust into you until the hot spurts of cum are buried deep into you.

Kento relishes the sight of the white ring around the base of his cock. However he doesn’t have much time to stare at it. He’s too desperate to finally have this charade done with. So, he grabs one of the pillows, propping it below your back before rolling you over it. He needs to make sure none of his cum will flow out of you while he nudges your thighs apart with his shoulders.

He wants to taste you. No. He needs to taste you.

“Take the ball gag off,” he orders before desperately diving into your folds. Kento groans at the taste of you combined with his cum. Most of all, he drinks in the way your moan comes out clearer as he sucks your clit into his mouth. He can hear the clank of the gag before your fingers shoot to his hair.

It’s not long before he loses himself in everything. The way your nails scratch against his damp scalp, how your hips buck up to get more pressure from his tongue, the way you taste and how he pushes any leaking cum back into your cunt with his tongue, it’s heavenly. He can’t describe just how satisfying it is when you cry out, “Kento! I- I’m g-g-gonna- ah!”

“I know,” he says in between sucking your clit, “let go for me, love. I want to taste it.”

It’s only seconds later that you’re moaning his name as you come undone. Kento drinks up everything, using his fingers to push any of his cum that leaks out back in. All of it combined with your touch and need to breed you has his cock hardening yet again.

He needs to fill you up at least once more. This time, though, he wants nothing in the way. You’ve hardly come down from your high when your fiancé begins to remove your lingerie swiftly. When you open your eyes, you see he’s already thrown his shirt off to the side and that he’s already hard again. A wave of excitement fills you as he rips off the last of the undergarment and you move to push his pants the rest of the way down. Kento, however, pushes you back down.

“Stay there, love. We don’t want any escaping,” he says softly. When you meet his eyes, there’s such a look of love that you can’t keep yourself from pulling him down to finally kiss him. Both of you make a sound of relief as your tongues meet, your fingers tugging at his blonde hair while you can finally feel his skin against yours.

One of his hands comes to take one of yours from his head, intertwining your fingers as he presses them against the mattress. His other moves to rid himself of his slacks, not daring to pull his lips away from yours. Not even when he lines himself up with your entrance again. Now, he wants to focus on your pleasure. 

There’s no more need to hurry as he slowly pushes his cock back into your abused cunt. He drinks in your moan when he bottoms out, loving the way you hand once again tightens in his hair. The way your walls flutter around him, seemingly locking his cock in, makes him groan.

“Your turn,” he mumbles against your lips before starting a slow pace. The hand that was in his hair trails its way to his back, your nails digging into his back. It sends a shiver down his spine as he rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” you breathe out, nudging your nose with his.

Kento smiles, pressing another kiss to your lips before making his way down your jaw and to your collarbone. “I love you too,” he murmurs against your skin before sucking a mark there. 

There’s no more teasing, no more punishments and drawing everything out. Everything is blissful and soft as your fiancé slowly thrusts into you, one hand going between your bodies to play with your clit. His lips travel across your shoulders and collarbone, lovingly sucking a few marks. Kento does, however, make you cum twice before letting himself spill into you for a third time that night. He was always one to make sure you came more than him, always putting your pleasure first in the end.

When he does finish, he thrusts a few more times to push his cum into you before stilling from overstimulation. He collapses on top of you, chest heaving as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Your sweaty skin sticks to his and you’re both so hot but you don’t care. Your hands find his hair, massaging his scalp as you press a kiss to his temple.

A light chuckle escapes you. “How long are you going to make me lay here?”

“Forever,” he mutters into your neck and you can’t help but laugh.

“I would agree but I think lounging in that rather large tub with my soon to be husband would be far more preferable if we’re talking about forever.”

Kento huffs a laugh before pushing himself up. His eyes are practically glowing and it makes your breath hitch. This man, the one who’s leaning in to press one of the softest kisses you’ve ever experienced against your lips, is the one you’re going to be with for the rest of your life. He is your family and you really hope that, tonight, you really did manage to secure an expansion to your family.

“I can arrange that,” he mumbles against your lips. “Only if you stay here while I get everything ready. If you’re not still lying here by the time I get back I’ll be quite upset.”

You chuckle, your hands moving to cup both sides of his face. “I would never dream of it.”

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@fiona782 @thereluctantherosrose @where-fantasy-meets-reality

[cheritzteam]

[The Ssum] Notice on Postponement of Launching & Word of Apology and Q&A

Hello, this is Cheritz.

We regretfully bring you sad news…

The launching of <The Ssum : Forbidden Lab> originally scheduled for the month of June has been postponed to the second half of 2022. :’(

We are terribly sorry we must repeat the postponement after a series of delays.

The development of The Ssum is complete, but we recently had unexpected vacancy in our staff, which compelled us to delay the launching once again.

The development was about to be complete when we posted our previous notice on the launching; yet we decided to find new staff in order to make the game ready for service, which will inevitably require more time.

Once again, we are terribly sorry to disappoint those of you who have been keen on the launching of our game. (The responsibility lies in our lack of attention to the influence that COVID-19 has brought upon the game industry, directly related to the demand on the personnel in the technology field that has grown in the recent years.)

Although the game itself is ready for the launch, we determined that repeated notice on the date would cause confusion, which is why we will provide you with the exact date when we finalize our schedule.

For our last notice on postponement, we saw how some of you encouraged us to take our time and do our best. And some of you were confused by how the launching was once again postponed. We took note of each and every one of your comments, to which we could connect deeply.

As much as we tried to make our last notice the final delay notice, we are terribly sorry and frustrated that we must make you wait further.

Rest assured, our team is marking down the calendar day by day until we can see you again in our newest game.

And we will do our best to meet you as fast as we can and reward you with happiness instead of waiting.

In order to help you get rid of boredom until the game is finally launched, we will post on our official social networks a variety of information, including answers to your questions, information on The Ssum, and details on the pre-registration.

Once again, we are terribly sorry, and we would like to thank you for your patience.

Thank you.

Cheritz

[todo-shotoroki]

I’d wait forever! Thanks the the update 💕🤍💙

[thewritingrealm]

If you're reading this...

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F u c k

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Don’t let go!!! 

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Master List

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Lucifer x gn!MC

Mammon x gn!MC

Levi x gn!MC

Satan x gn!MC

Asmo x gn!MC

Beel x gn!MC

Belphie x gn!MC

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Mammon x poly gn!MC x Levi

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Mammon snapping

Set in the og timeline where MC never returned from their time travel

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