Baby You're a Star Masterlist // Pornstar Satoru headcanons
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Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader
Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream.
Warnings- mentions of sex and sexwork, masturbation, mentions of drug use, weed smoking, Gojo has an OF hehe, lots of longing, pining, Satoru can't get hard if it's not you, whipped ass Satoru, explicit sexual content, angst -
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Headcanons below!
Pornstar Satoru is one of the most famous pornstars there are, hence him constantly wearing jet black shades and hoodies at times, he never knew just who he'd run into that would recognize him. Whether it's his flicks or his OF - he's the top .01 % - he gets a lot of notice, especially in bustling LA. But, he loves what he does, he especially loves watching his abs flex in the camera as he hits one of his lovely costars from the back.
Pornstar Satoru loves making the costars and girls he collabs with actually cum, where they're shaking and squirting all over his latex covered cock. Not that fake shit like he watches them do with other men- no Satoru makes sure to slam that curved tip against their cervix, to roll his thumb right on their clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Perhaps that's the secret to how famous he really is, along with his good looks.
Pornstar Satoru makes so much money from each shoot and is in high demand, so he can have whoever he wants as a co star. They line up to have a chance at him, watching his videos and aching for a chance to feel his cock hitting them deeper than damn near anyone could hit, to say they got to shoot with the Satoru Gojo. This just makes Satoru fuck them harder, smiling right at that camera, as women dream it's really them that have captured his pretty blue eyed gaze.
Pornstar Satoru thinks it's a pretty damn good life, being rich for fucking beautiful women on camera, as he's inhaling a blunt after a threesome shoot with his best friend - and often costar- Pornstar Suguru, as they talk about who got the girl to squirt more, right in the middle of a bouguie party in East LA. Suguru let's out a throaty laugh, while Satoru narrows his blue eyes. 'I had her cumming so hard she was shaking' he says, taking a hit and handing it back to Suguru. 'Nah, that was all for me, did you see...'
Pornstar Satoru stops listening when he sees you enter the room, completely out of place at the coke filled, booze filled party, wearing a pair of black glasses that cover half of your pretty face, and a little nervous look as you stand there, in a cute white pleated skirt and a big oversized sweater. Satoru smacks Suguru on the shoulder then and he coughs up smoke. 'Shit what is it?' Satoru looks back at you, when you're handed a drink, some guy flirting as you look down shyly. 'Who's she?' Suguru blinks a bit curiously. 'I don't know, she's pretty though'
Pornstar Satoru scowls at Suguru who snorts in laughter then. 'Satoru we don't have 'girlfriends' and she... looks like a good girl' your eyes catch his then, across the room, like something shifts as you smile sweetly, before peering at your phone, biting your lip in concentration. 'I'm talking to her' Suguru chuckles as he watches his friend, and Satoru feels his heart race when he comes too close to you, something he can't say he's felt, even pleasing countless beauties, nothing has quite altered him as your sweet turn of lips, as you look down at your converse, so out of place you're fucking adorable. 'Hey sweetheart... Satoru Gojo' he says, introducing himself with ease, expecting you to maybe notice him, get starstruck, fuck women get wet just near him, but you simply grin, and your name whispers through his mind when it spills from your lips.
Pornstar Satoru has you sitting with him later, you fall into easy conversation, you're a little gamer nerd, you love science and the environment, he just bets you were head of your ecology club in college, which you quickly confirm, all while you're in awe of just how beautiful this man is. He's sweet, he's sexy... you feel he shouldn't even be talking to you. You're pretty but... he's experienced so clearly, by every way he moves, he's worldly, so confident, and you've never really left this little part of LA, but the two of you can't stop talking, to the point you forget what brought you here.
Pornstar Satoru laughs with you, as you're sitting side by side, and he lights up a blunt, leaning back on the burgundy couch on the outskirts of the party, inhaling it deep into his lungs. 'Want a hit, sweets?' he murmurs, you take it nervously, putting it to your lips and inhaling a bit, before coughing, covering your mouth. Satoru chuckles, 'you're cute' earning your cheeks heating up. 'Can you tell I don't do this?' you're nervously tapping your leg now. 'Yeah, what does bring you here, doesn't seem your...' 'my scene?' he nods then. 'yeah, that.'
Pornstar Satoru watches avidly as you sip on your drink, wincing at the strong liquor. 'Well, my friend invited me over, but she's running late' Satoru grins now. 'Party time is different, everyone comes late, that's on time. About fifteen minutes late' 'oh no I came early!' you smack your own forehead, giggling along with him. 'Are you like... a model, or an actor?' you ask, eyeing him and his baby blues, the cheekbones so perfect, those lips that wrap the blunt again. 'You could say I'm a bit of both,' he muses, then spits out his drink when you ask 'what are you in!?'
Pornstar Satoru coughs just a bit, he's never been ashamed of what he does, but he's nervous for some reason to tell you. Why, he doesn't know. 'I'm... into some indie flicks' you brighten up then. 'Oh, let me know, I love lowkey films! I bet you're great' Satoru sighs, gulping down the rest of his drink and eyeing your cup. 'Want more?' you frown now, maybe you're asking too much, or offending this actor that you don't recognize him!? You nod, the amount of people around you making you press against this friendly, pretty white haired stranger just a little more.
Pornstar Satoru has another drink, eyeing the sea of bodies undulating in the extravagant mansion, and soon the two of you are dancing together you're cute and so awkward, Satoru's enjoying this far, far too much. He has plenty of costars and fans come up to the two of you, but he's too interested in showing you how to move your hips to pay them any mind, when finally your friend comes. Satoru instantly recognizes her, she's a pretty famous co star he's collabed with on her Onlyfans not long ago. When she sees you giggling and enjoying yourself so much, she damn near drags you away, making Satoru curse.
Pornstar Satoru eyes you when your friend whispers in your ear- 'you really don't recognize him!?' you blink curiously, looking at him more closely. 'Should I?' she sighs then, eyeing Satoru up and down. 'He was in my OF videos, we collabed' you heat up furiously then. 'I never watched your videos! I just subbed to be supportive!' she giggles. 'You're so cute, I thought you at least watched some?' you shake your head nervously. 'I don't really watch, is he... like an OnlyFans guy?' Satoru is back over with Suguru now, while you sip your drink, feeling your body warm up. 'He's the top pornstar there is, the collab was like a dream. He's really sweet but you should know is all, you're kinda...' you glare. 'kinda what?' she giggles again. 'you're just... sweet, emotional, is all'
Pornstar Satoru expects you to be done with him once you find out, after all you just seem innocent, uncorrupted for this city, not the kind of girl to be at this party where lines are being snorted off bodies, and people are naked and jumping in the pools, a heady, wild atmosphere. But you smile at him, as you murmur - 'he's sweet?' to your friend. She nods then. 'He is, but just know... he doesn't date so, it'd only be physical' you frown at that now, that's not something you think you can do, you're about as demisexual as it gets, hence your very limited experience. 'He doesn't date at all?' Your friend gently touches your shoulder. 'No, love, I'd hate to see you hurt'
Pornstar Satoru catches you before you leave later that night, when you are just feeling too out of place, his big hand wrapped around your delicate wrist, earning you looking up at him. He can't stop thinking how pretty your eyes would look rolled back, how good your lips would feel wrapped around his cock, as you relax a bit, turning and looking up. 'Headed out already?' he asks softly, you flush as you remember just what he does for a living, your friend had just described his cock in far too vivid detail. 'It's not really my thing, but I'm glad we met, Gojo' you smile so cute then, leaning up and pecking him on the cheek, his arm wraps your waist as he leans down, inhaling that sweet vanilla scent cloying to your skin.
Pornstar Satoru pulls you in closer, blue eyes staring under snowy lashes. 'Can I... get your number?' Satoru has never asked for a number a day in his life, but he delights in watching you shift nervously, nodding as you tuck your hair behind your ear. 'Yeah, I'd like that' he exchanges numbers, tilting your chin up then, watching the way your eyes dilate, the color spread on your pretty cheeks. 'She told you?' you clear your throat, nodding a bit, still being captured by his fingers. 'I don't judge at all, Gojo, I'd still like to be... friends...' your whisper is met with the most subtle kiss on your lips, shooting desire hot and heavy until Satoru releases you, plump lips smirking- 'sure, sweets, we can be friends'
Pornstar Satoru can't get you off his mind, the feel of your skin on his, the sweet sigh against his lips. He is on a big shoot and - the Satoru Gojo that never gets soft - is having trouble keeping it up, to the amusement of his costar Pornstar Sukuna. Satoru scowls at his comments, just picturing your sweet lips against his for that brief moment. A man who just fucks and fucks, and doesn't feel, is hung up just on some fucking kiss. He has to take a break after pleasing his costar with his fingers, she's cumming so much she doesn't notice, but the directors wonder why he's off. He's in his own dressing room, eyeing the phone, hands shaking as he decides to type a message - 'could you give me a picture, sweets, to save as your caller id?'
Pornstar Satoru finds his cock is right back on hard when you send one quickly, just a cute selfie with a little peace sign, but he sees your glossy fucking lips, the teeth indentations he aches to rub the tip of his cock on, along with just a hint of your breasts. Your nipples press against the thin material of your little tee shirt- Pokemon, he notices, smiling- his cock throbbing. 'Can I get one too?' you're biting that lower lip nervously as you ask, getting a picture of him shirtless then, doing nothing to stifle the curiosity in your mind, your heart racing as you seee his body. 'You at a shoot?' you ask in the messages, he hesitates before answering - 'yes' - and somehow you feel jealous of whoever his costar is. You message a - kill it, Gojo! - despite the feeling in your tummy, little do you know you're drowning his fucking mind when he performs later, feeling the star squirting all over his latex covered cock.
Pornstar Satoru can't stop texting you that week, he can't even get hard if he doesn't look at that picture, and you can't stop your curiosity, when you friend mentions he's doing a live stream. Since Satoru can hardly perform, he's decided to masturbate on live cam, in minutes making more than he'd make in a shoot, all while having your picture propped up. People are chatting, watching, dollars by the hundreds being tipped every moment, fuck he's making way more than he usually would, and he can think of you. He laughs softly, abs flexing as he hits the right angle, reading the comments, making you dripping wet, this isn't what you do!?
Pornstar Satoru is stroking his wet, slick cock that's glistening, up and down with his huge hand, and you feel your pussy clench, breath coming faster, unsure whether to look away or keep staring, meanwhile he's picturing you in all sorts of positions, on your knees, a fucking mating press. He's shutting his eyes for a moment, grinning as the viewers go crazy. 'I know, it's pretty, huh?' he spits right on that long, veiny cock of his, pinching his pink tip and whining, white lashes fluttering open right when he sees a familiar name enter the chat.
Your name.
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Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream of the boy you like. Just how will that go for you both!?
Warnings- this chap - explicit sex, p in v sex, filming, oral (m and f receiving) role playing, little bit of choking, Satoru whimpering, them being CUTE asf, lots of fluff, semi public sex, obsessive little nerds - WC 9k
I can't believe this story is ending. I started this in April and ya'll really showed this one so much love! They had a crazy journey so I hope you'll enjoy the end!
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Final Chapter
Satoru Gojo – former pornstar – is fast becoming one of the most notable models, and that’s very much due to the pretty photographer on set.
The one he’s currently got bent over the counter in his dressing room, eyeing her in the mirror, lost in just how lucky he is to have her like this, how pretty she looks he runs his tip teasingly up and down her slit. Her breast is in his hand, head falling back against his chest, whining out before biting her lip, holding it in so that the whole floor doesn't hear her.
The prettiest photographer, wet and needy -
You.
Cunt just soaking his veiny cock, that big Canon camera shoved over to one side, right along with your top that he’s yanked off, your bra right with it. Satoru uses every opportunity he can to get you naked, to tease that quivering hole that’s gripping his tip so good, clenching every time he teasingly pulls back.
“Fuck, she’s beggin for it, huh?” He whispers in your ear, you clamp a hand down on your mouth, cunt greedily trying to suck his cock deep. “Asked you a question, sweetheart, answer me.”
“Y-yes, but shh!” He’s chuckling at how cute you are, slipping deep inside that snug channel, your eyes roll back in your skull, back arching.
Satoru isn't as careful as you with his noises, no – he moans so hoarse and guttural in your ear. “Fuck, you're so tight, can you even take me without my fingers, baby?”
“Y-yes, I can… please…” You whisper eagerly, arching for more, driving Satoru insane for you.
Satoru's thick, leaky cockhead pushes into snug little cunt deeper, dragging right on that spot, you cry out his name softly, teeth sinking into your neck. She’s stretching around his thickness, drooling wetness making every shallow thrust just a bit deeper, easier, until he’s bottomed out deep inside you.
“Toru!” You’re louder than you mean to be, earning his devious little grin, those blue eyes glinting in his reflection.
“Your cunt is so loud, don’t worry – they probably can hear that already,” you’d glare but he’s picked up a thigh, cock hitting your cervix, both of your moans muffled with his lips. “Mmm, that’s it, want me to make you cum, baby?”
“Please, wanna cum for you,” Satoru almost busts inside you at your gasped out little words. His cock buries to the hilt, while his fingers reach around to find your needy clit. “Mnh!”
“Shh, slutty girl,” you put a hand over your mouth, letting him slam into you over and over, so hard you scream right into your palm. Tits jiggling with each thrust, ass arched up, slutty hole just dripping down his fingers while they roll in circles. “Feel her tighten, god. Perfect.”
You are quivering around the thick invasion within your slick walls, the ridge of his tip hitting that soft spot with agonizing precision. You’re struggling to keep even your muffled cries covered, but he feels so fucking good that it’s almost impossible, closer and closer to slipping off the edge.
You’re dizzy from it, from every movement of his hips, shoving himself impossibly deeper, bottoming out so that his balls start smacking your little clit, aching for any sort of friction when his fingers pull off. He’s right - you are loud, your cunt squelching with the mess that length is making you, dripping down those balls so full of cum, just making you more sensitive, more needy.
“That’s it, you're so close, I can feel it,” he murmurs softly, lips against the shell of your ear, rolling his hips to shove his cock so deep you don’t know how you even take it. “You wanna cum, don’t you sweetheart?”
You can't even nod in response, eyes rolled back with your mouth now dropped open. Your head rests on his chest, so wet you can hear the soppy mess he's made you, cunt clenching and pulsing. You're lost in how good Satoru feels inside you, around you, trembling in his hold while his fingers go faster.
His lips brush your ear, “You're the only model I want,” you shake your head and he exhales.
“M’not one.”
“You’re my little model, little star,” you’re blinking tears of overstimulation, his words resonating in your head so softly, echoing and bringing every perfect moment of him together. It’s almost too much to handle. “You are so pretty to me like this. Lemme see those eyes.”
You whine out loud, hand no longer covering your mouth, barely opening those eyes while Satoru turns your chin, long fingers cupping your face. The way Satoru Gojo looks at you is utterly indescribable and intoxicating, you are addicted to it - to how it feels to be desired and loved this way.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, a breathy gasp escaping plump lips while your own tremble. Your teeth clamp down on them, and Satoru is so close just looking in your pretty eyes. “Cum all over me, make me such a mess.”
His fingers find your clit once again, and one more roll of them sends you over the edge with him, he watches your face contort with pleasure while he halts his movements, shoves deep and puts that pressure on your clit. He kisses you quietly, drinking every shaky little moan, your nails pressing into his forearm that wraps your waist.
“That's it,” he talks you through it, the pleasure hitting in waves. “Such a good little slut for me, you let me use you anywhere, don't you?”
“Ngh…” you can't manage a response other than a little shaky nod, he chuckles just a bit when he sees your glare. “You couldn't wait?”
“Fuck no I can't,” he presses little kisses on your neck while still slowly fucking into you, hitting your spongy spot with his milky tip, your eyes struggle to stay open, trembling with aftershocks. “Want all this inside you, or you wanna swallow me?”
“Swallow.”
He damn near whimpers again at your soft little declaration spilling from your perfect lips. Easing out of your twitchy hole, you use his help to turn and sink to your knees. You look up into his eyes while you suck your own juices off his shimmery, veiny length, fingers gripping his thighs.
“What do we say when we want that?” Satoru cups your face, using a hand to drag across your lips.
“Please,” he moans now, letting you suck him, mouth hot and eager.
“You love tasting yourself,” you moan in response, his hand gripping the back of your neck, shoving you further on it. “Only like this for me.”
You hum just a bit, sucking him down harder. Satoru is murmuring your name over and over like a mantra, then he starts pulsing quickly, so you drag your tongue up his slit. At that he gasps out, and he pours into your mouth in hot spurts, shoving so deep in your throat you can't breathe. You love it, choking on him, letting his flavor soak into your taste buds.
“That's it. Such a good girl. Took it all, too.” You're letting him drag his glossy tip along your tongue, swallowing the rest of those drops so greedy, till he yanks you up, kissing and lapping the residue of his cum from your mouth. “Fuck, I love that mouth.”
The door starts banging then. Satoru’s new manager is endlessly frustrated from his damn antics, you can’t help but laugh a little breathless at just how insane Satoru Gojo can be. He gently fixes your skirt, your top, peppering little kisses along the bare skin of your shoulders, down your arms ever so gently. You tilt your neck to the side, allowing him more access, his hands snug on your hips.
“Be out in a second!” He shouts, working meticulously to wipe you clean.
It’s been three months since you two started officially dating, and you spend more time together than apart by far, Satoru won’t even shoot without you there. You spend so much time at his penthouse that you might as well say you live there, but moving in officially still gives you just a little bit of nerves.
“So, Suguru is moving out soon, you know…” it’s like he read your thoughts.
“He is?”
“Yeah him and his girl got a place… so…” Slender fingers slide up and down the nip of your waist, while blue eyes gaze down. “What do you think about living with me, officially?”
“Oh goodness…” you’re a little nervous, looking down shyly, Satoru tilts that chin up to meet his gaze. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve been wanting you to for months, I just knew with Suguru still in the industry it might stress you,” you lean up on your tip toes, he bends down, wrapping your body in a tight hug. “Is that a yes?”
“Of course it’s a yes!”
“Knew it,” he gives you that cocky grin that you roll your eyes at a bit. “We can redecorate it however you want.”
“Okay, I’m sold.” He’s smiling so big, that smile that always breaks your heart with how much affection spills from your heart in those moments, feeling so damn good in his arms. “I’m so excited, Toru.”
“Me too, baby. I don’t want you to ever go ‘home’ I want it to be your home.”
You blink back tears, he brushes them aside now. “Satoru we’ve gotten positively corny, but home is where you are.”
He almost cries himself, cursing you for always having this damn effect on him. “So corny!”
“Says you!” He shoves at you playfully, laughing in this pretty, brilliant way that makes you weak at the knees, when more bangs sound on the door.
“Satoru Gojo!” They shout your name too, the two of you kiss once more, little rushed pecks until you open the door.
“Your model left because of this behavior,” his manager tuts, and then looks over at you, tilting her head to the side. “Hmm, you could fill in for her.”
“I’m the photographer! I can’t do a shoot.”
“Sure, you can, she'll do it.” You glare at Satoru who acts all cute and innocent, and soon you do indeed do a shoot with Satoru Gojo.
A petty part of you hopes all the jealous girls see it.
A much less petty part just loves to see yourself in his arms.
After the shoot you're stiff, Satoru runs his fingers down the tense muscles in your neck while you two ride back in the limo, some of the images get sent to Satoru’s phone. You unlock it with his code – your birthday, by the way – and see the two of you together on set, Satoru leans over while his fingers still work into the little knots that have formed from the tension.
“Fuck, look how pretty you are,” he murmurs, leaning close, his breath against your ear. “Should we add modeling to your repertoire?”
“No way, I don’t love the spotlight, but they are beautiful,” you swipe a little more, smiling at the way you can see how much he loves you displayed like this. “You look so handsome there.”
“Of course I do,” you snort and roll your eyes a bit, Satoru’s hands slip down your arms gently, little kisses planted everywhere he can reach. You lean back into it while he wraps you in your arms. “I liked you shooting with me, even if it’s only once.”
“I really did too,” he turns your face to him, you’re both smiling while being driven to Satoru's home – well soon it will be your home too. “So I have an idea for the extra couple rooms we’ll have.”
“You want babies already? I thought we were waiting a bit,” Satoru tugs you close. “But… I can put more cum inside you -”
“No, not that yet!” You flush and he chuckles at how riled up he got you, his hand pressing on your tummy, filling your mind with insane images. “Not that I don’t want that too some day, but I meant something different actually.”
“Mmmkay, well what’s the plan in your mind?”
“I really want a whole DnD room!”
“A what now?” You turn in his arms, eyes all lit up behind your glasses.
“A DnD room, Toru! We can invite people over and have weekly campaigns!? We can decorate it with-”
“Fuck.”
“Fuck what?” You blink and sit back, as he runs a hand over his face and shakes his head.
“Realized I’m gonna be living with the biggest nerd in existence.”
“You jerk!” You shove playfully, narrowing your eyes now. “You love this nerd.”
“I do,” he sighs. “Well, I’ll give you anything you want,” it’s a little quiet then, Satoru’s fingers drifting up your arm, to entwine with your own fingers, as he imagines a ring there some day. “Anything at all.”
You kiss him, letting him wrap an arm around you, pulling back to take a shaky little breath and looking up at him under your lashes. “Toru I’m so happy, and just a little scared?”
“I know what you mean,” he studies you carefully, the sun drifting across the two of you as it sets in the west, casting a soft glow even through the tinted windows. “I’m scared I’ll fuck it up somehow.”
“You will not, but I feel the same. Just so happy and we worked really hard to get here? It’s almost like we can breathe a bit and enjoy,” he nods in agreement, swallowing down his emotions that are growing heavy. “I want to enjoy forever with you.”
“So do I, baby, you think I’ll ever let you go now that you’re here in my arms?” Your tears hit your eyes, when he hugs you to him, one hand still entwined and held at his chest, he feels a few of them drip across his neck. “I’m here for good, can’t even try to get rid of me.”
“Oh yeah, gonna keep coming back?” You try to tease, but you’re a little overwhelmed with just how much you love Satoru Gojo – and how you never want to be apart again.
“I sure will, pull a Michael Myers.”
“Oooh, Satoru – we should binge those movies!” You brighten up, he swipes your tears and smirks.
“Nerd.”
“Hey now!”
“Surprised you haven’t dragged me to a con.”
“That’s only because they haven’t started yet.” You’re already plotting exactly how you’ll dress him up.
“What a devious look! What are you plotting?”
“Just how cute you’d look in various costumes,” you tilt your head a little, then Satoru chuckles, his blue eyes all lit up and glittering like only his can.
“Costumes actually brings me to my idea for one of the rooms,” you look curiously up at him, seeing his smirk. “A room to shoot in.”
“Shoot what? Oh! Oh…” That flush decorates your cheeks in that pretty color he adores so damn much, Satoru brushes a thumb over a warming cheek then. “The thing we talked about doing for only us?”
“Only us, and I’d love to get a fuck ton of costumes, we can come up with whatever nerdy things you want too.” You lean close, trailing your fingers ever so slowly up his chest.
“So I will be Satoru Gojo’s private pornstar?” He moans softly, leaning close and pressing a kiss on your lips.
“You will be, and I’ll be your private pornstar, only serving you. Only for you to see.” You melt at that, heart racing in your chest while you stroke his cheek gently.
“That’s what I always wanted,” he sighs, kissing you again so deeply, and the two of you can’t wait to start this next chapter – a mix of ideas with a nerdy ass DnD room and a freaky ass room to shoot sounds just perfect.
“All I wanted was you, baby girl,” he whispers, lashes fluttering shut while he feels you tremble just a bit in his embrace. “That’s all I’ll ever want.”
*****
“Why does he have to be here!?” Satoru scowls right at Nanami Kento when you two walk down into the D&D room you all have set up a month later.
You’ve lived together officially for one month, and in that time have fallen impossibly more in love, something you both didn’t realize was possible. Your idea to do a D&D room was originally met with reluctance, but soon Satoru got excited about it. Opening up to the former nerd he used to be bit by bit, whether it was watching science documentaries together or star gazing at night.
Satoru was perfect the way he was, but the more he opens up, the more he just enjoys his time with you, pieces of himself come back he thought long gone. He can open those memories with you, tap into who he was and also mix that with who he has become. Truly, the two of you grow together as much as you tap back into the past, and what makes you both the way you are.
Satoru might love you more than anything, but he’s also really fucking mad right now at you, and you can feel just how angry he is.
The room is perfect, he can’t even lie, a long table that’s a sleek black rectangle with several chairs, leather plush ones that are this pretty shade of red – it makes him think of your shade of lipstick he loves. The walls are decorated with a myriad of swords and other cosplay weapons you’ve gathered on one side, the other has bookshelves with far too many Lord of the Rings copies, truly.
It was basically fucking nerd heaven.
You’re lucky Satoru loves you so much.
“And her!?” Jenna walks over then, Satoru’s pointing at her and raising his brows at you. She sighs then, shaking her head.
“Satoru, I apologized so many times!”
“Not enough, still don’t like you,” Satoru sticks his tongue out, you grimace and run a hand across your face. “Sorry baby girl, I really don’t.”
“Get along for me, please?” Your hand is on his chest, blinking your lashes the way you know he always melts for, earning his sigh of resignation.
“Oh fine then,” Nanami holds out his hand for Satoru to shake, but he just smacks at it, while Suguru walks in. “Sugu, come save me!”
“Hmm,” he instead gives you a hug. “I love what you’ve done with the place.”
“Oh thank you, Suguru. Hey!” You hug his girlfriend too, you’ve done a few shoots of her for promo, even though you and Satoru are now private, there were still some connections to the industry and a lot of friends in it.
“I asked you to save me, and you ignored me?” Satoru crosses his arms, Nanami snickers just a bit and you almost think your boyfriend would just kill him. “No one asked you, Mr. Onlyfans.”
“Gojo, weren’t you on onlyfans just a few-”
“I’m reformed, tsk,” you’re laughing with them, Satoru rolls his baby blues while you bring in snacks and drinks. “Sluts all around, only my baby is innocent here.”
“I’m not that innocent,” you’re a little flustered at memories, while you pour Jenna a glass of wine. “Tell me when.”
“Fill it to the top,” you giggle, she presses a kiss on your cheek. You two are still close even if Satoru hates her, honestly Jenna has warmed up to him over these months, but there’s no helping it. “Thank you, baby.”
“Stop flirting with my girl!? She’s not your ‘baby’ wow.” Satoru’s giving Jenna the death glare, she’s glaring right back.
“I knew her way before you did.”
“Hah, then you lost your chance, Juggs.”
“You’re just calling me Juggs now!?”
“Mmhmm,” you’re pouring Nanami some wine, he smiles kindly. “Don’t even look at her Mr. Onlyfans.”
“Thanks darling,” he says, you smile at him even as Satoru loses his shit. “Thanks for inviting us.”
“Absolutley, feel free to make yourself at home,” you scowl at Gojo. “Right, honey?”
“Hah, no-” your glare gets deeper. “I mean, right, anything you want, baby.”
“God you’ve got him whipped,” Suguru takes the glass you pour, smirking over it at Satoru. “Mmm, this is delicious.”
“You’re disloyal, Suguru Geto.” Suguru just chuckles at Gojo’s never ending pouting.
“Let’s start the game, okay?” You’re back over to Satoru, holding his hand underneath the table. “Won’t it be fun?”
He raises a brow now. “Done playing hostess to the sluts?”
“Gojo you’re the biggest slut here?”
“Fuck you Jenna.”
“Okay…” You wonder if this really was the worst idea ever, but you want to bring your best friend together with Satoru and his best friend, it’s important that the three of you and your partners can get along. “Nanami, you had some things prepared already I think?”
“Yes I do,” he pulls out a couple books, Jenna is nuzzling his neck just a bit, they’re awfully cute together, even though Gojo hates them both almost equally. “So everyone needs to introduce their characters.”
This game is gonna go perfect!
It doesn’t.
“That’s bullshit,” Satoru glares at Nanami thirty minutes later, who just sighs and rolls his eyes. “I should get to reroll.”
“Why should you get to?”
“Because your presence distracted me,” Satoru huffs, you can’t stop the laughter from escaping your lips. “Brat, don’t laugh.”
“Sorry but you can’t blame his existence?”
“I blame hers too,” Satoru glares at Jenna, she sighs, resting her head on Nanami’s shoulder.
“I apologized like ten times!” She pouts, Suguru and his girl lean back and Suguru just eyes Satoru. “Also you were a dick.”
“Pshh… Spit it out, Sugu,” Satoru grumbles.
“You’re being a sore loser.”
“Fuck off.” Suguru chuckles, rolling the dice now. “Where's your loyalty, hmm?”
“Toru, if it makes you feel better I just lost all my health points,” you grumble, Satoru sighs a bit.
“No, makes me even madder at blondie dungeon master. Oh, by the way – why the fuck is he DM?”
“Because I'm the most experienced,” Nanami rolls and gets to throw a fireball at the foe in the dungeon, smirking a bit. “Got the dragon down on ground level for you all.”
“Got the dragon on ground level for you all.”
“Baby…” he looks at you and sighs.
“Sorry sweetheart, he just is the worst dm ever.”
“Or you're just having bad luck. Now, let me continue…” Satoru leans back in his chair, his little Paladin sitting next to you, your pretty moonwitch figure he bought you. “The air, it’s growing heavy – a fog that’s so dense, none of you all can see.”
“So original.”
“Satoru!” That’s from you and Suguru now, Jenna is just laughing.
Nanami’s lips quirk up, driving Satoru to want to punch him. Even if he’s been with Jenna for months, that doesn’t mean Satoru likes him or trusts him, in fact Satoru doesn’t like anyone near you aside from him. The longer he’s with you, the more possessive and petty he becomes.
He’s not even sorry about it.
“Ahem,” Nanami clears his throat now, the lights are dim in the foyer of Satoru’s penthouse, you snuggle against him, paying attention to Nanami’s voice. “A thick mist is rising from the swamps you traverse, it’s so cold out you’re chilled to the bone.”
“She’s a fire genasi, so how?” Your turn to burst into laughter, shaking your head at your boyfriend.
“He’s right,” Geto admits, Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose. “She can’t even get cold.”
“Everyone but her is cold,” you all eagerly pay attention now, Satoru’s hand on your bare thigh as you both sit close together. “Ahead in the distance you spot a manor, it’s gray with sky high pillars, standing tall and covered with vines all over the eastern side of it. This is the source of the monsters in the area, and the location of the Serpent’s gem you’re seeking.”
“So we climb the vines,” Satoru says, grinning. “Can’t I?”
“You rolled a two, you’re not getting far,” Nanami earns another glare, looking at you now. “You can help him if you roll enough stamina.”
“I got you Toru,” Satoru brightens up at that, when you roll a twenty. “Hah! I’ll carry Satoru… I mean, Edmund Strongtower on my back.”
“Gwendolyn Blaze is carrying me!?” You nod as the other people in the room just smile at the two of you. “What a fucking honor.
“You so could not carry his big ass,” Geto teases, you scoff.
“I sure can, look how much strength I have now, you jealous Suguru?”
“He just wants to carry me instead,” Satoru blows him a kiss, Suguru rolls his eyes while his girl rolls. “Hah, look! Me and Gwendolyn are rocking your shit.”
“For now,” Jenna rolls a strength check, and the game keeps going, eventually circling back to Edmund and Gwendolyn – aka you and Satoru, who are storming into the castle now. “I’ll kick the door open.”
“All right, Gwendolyn and Edmund are now in the manor, and there are wraiths all over them, Jenna is trying to get there but she’s still at the entrance. What are you gonna do, Gojo?” Nanami asks, pushing up his glasses just a bit with a smile.
Satoru leans back, fiddling with the dice before throwing em. “I’ll use Fireball, how about that?”
“In a hallway?”
“Fuck yeah, Gwen has me, right?”
“Yes, I'll cast a spell of Protection from evil and good on him.”
“I love you,” you’re giggling as his hand slips up your thigh. “My perfect little nerd, aren’t you?”
That’s just for your ears.
Later on, when all of them head home, you and Satoru are still gushing over just how good you did as a team. Satoru’s eyes are lit up, and you can just tell he had fun, even if he was a little reluctant to actually admit it. “Come on, Nanami was a good dm, wasn’t he?”
“You’ll never get me to say one nice thing,” he grumbles, you two are cleaning up in the kitchen, the gentle clicking of dishes echoing. It’s peaceful like this, these moments you work in sync, doing even the most basic things seems intimate and special. “Hand me that.”
You hand Satoru the dishes, his tall ass cabinets were damn near made for him, so you can’t even reach them without your little stepladder. It’s mostly remained the same aside from the two rooms you all have done, and some paintings along the walls. Plushies on Satoru’s dresser, little figures on shelves in his office.
He loved all the touches of you that came with living together.
“I bet I know how to make you admit it,” you tease then, once he’s put away the last dish, sinking down to your knees. Satoru’s breath catches, brushing back your hair into a pony tail that he holds, letting you unbuckle his leather belt. “I’ll roll a skill check for sucking you off.”
“You’re such a nerdy little thing,” he huffs, but he’s already throbbing looking down at your lips, leaning back against the marble counter. The gentle coolness from the fan whirling overhead blows against your skin. “You’re using tactics against me?”
“I am,” you delicately caress his tip finger tracing the little vein that wraps it, knowing how sensitive it makes him. “I am only yours, Satoru.”
“I know that,” you tug at his pants, lowering them more, so your nails can trace up his thighs, breath tickling him, your eyes lidded. “You’re all mine.”
“Mmhm, so what were you thinking of roleplaying tonight? A handyman, don’t you like to play that one?”
“Oh, you really wanna go there?” Satoru scowls just a bit, making you giggle all adorable – making his heart ache.
Fuck you’re so sweet, and at one time he ruined that smile, that laugh of yours. Now that it’s back it’s even more precious. He caresses your lips while you look up at him, eyes glazed over. You’re so clearly in love, just like he is, and he knows then you’ve always been, as much as you make him throb with need, you also just cause so much affection in his heart.
He slips his thumb in between your lips now, still tugging at the back of your hair, hearing your soft little gasp. “Suck.”
You eagerly obey, lips wrapping his thumb to the knuckle, sucking it up and down until it’s glossy. He exhales at the sensation, how fucking sweet your lips are, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before the focus back in on you on your knees in front of him, his cock throbbing underneath his pants, ready to fill you up.
“Isn’t that what your first video was – a handyman?” You ask, pulling back with a pop of your lips.
“I’m done with you researching me,” you giggle again, the sound and your precious little face almost ending him. “I’m so serious.”
“I’m sorry, Toru, will you forgive me?” You bat those lashes, earning his sigh of resignation. “Are we on for DnD again next week, by the way?”
“You’re asking about DnD while on your knees?” He scoffs and you stroke his length with your little hand, barely able to wrap him. You bite your lip eagerly, watching those pearlescent beads drip down. “I’ll have to find a better use for that mouth, huh sweetheart?”
“Please do,” your sweet little plea ends him, he’s already leaking so much pre it’s just dripping down in milky strings now. “Mmm.”
You lap his seed up with your little pink tongue, making him groan out at how good your mouth feels, how good your little hand is stroking his cock up and down, gentle twists while your mouth opens to suck in his tip. “Ah! Sweetheart, your mouth feels so fuckin’ good…”
You just whine out at his praise, pressing your thighs together tightly, you love him inside your mouth, in your throat, stretching it till it’s sore for days. Since you two have been back together, it’s been overwhelmingly him taking control, drinking your pussy up at every opportunity, but something is heady about having him whimper while you suck.
You feel so sexy and in control then, his hands entangling in your hair while your hands further shove down his pants, your tongue swirling around his tip.
“F-fuck… you’re really trying for that game, hmm?”
“Mmm,” you pull back with a pop. “Didn’t we have fun!?”
“I wanted to kill that man, so no,” you go to open your mouth when he shoves his cock back in. “Stop that, putting it to better use.”
You’re gasping when he begins to fuck your face, cock thrusting in and out of your throat quicker and quicker, thickness swelling while beads of pre drip against your tongue.
“I'll be dm next time,” you giggle around him, only serving to make him fuck your throat harder, hands yanking on your hair. You're aching for more, to feel him against you, inside you. “You think I can't run the game?”
You don't know how he expects you to answer.
“Fuck, what outfits are we wearing? I'm not being a h-handyman…”
You pull back and giggle, he tucks his still hard cock away for a moment. You stand up with his help, he grips your face and squishes your cheeks, lips playing over yours over and over in a heated kiss. “Hmm, a pizza boy?”
“Not a pizza boy, I have trauma from that shit,” he pouts all cute, picking you up then carrying you over to the closet that's now littered in costumes and lingerie. “What about you being my sexy maid?”
You tap your chin a bit. “Hmm, you should be my pool boy.”
“You're bratty, you want me submissive,” you're just giggling all cute, while he thumbs through. “Oh, oh! Teacher, it’s perfect.”
“Are you gonna be my student?”
“I will be, got my glasses and everything, teacher. You already come equipped,” he pushes your glasses down the bridge of your nose just a bit, making them sit a little lower. “Oh yes. Perfect, I can't wait to call you professor.”
You're a blushing mess, it's been so much fun doing little videos together, then watching them. Satoru was nothing if not a perfect costar, and you both loved to have your own secret viewings. Getting backshots while watching your boyfriend fuck you was perfect, everything you found excitingly before about it was even more so knowing it was just you two.
Satoru loves dressing you up, he's spent so much money on things for you it's ridiculous, knowing you're a pretty easygoing girl he still pampers you in ways you like. Buying your favorite figures and plushies, the cutest little outfits and shoes. The walk in closet alone was basically a bedroom, decked out with mirrors so he can watch your pretty body slip into each one.
“Mmm, this…” he's grinning too big when he hands you the sluttiest white blouse, pencil skirt and then runs to snatch up a tie. “Fuck, will you also yell at me for a B in physics?”
“Satoru, you're a little freak!” You shove at him playfully, but soon the camera and Ringlight are set, and you're indeed wearing a teacher outfit, when Gojo in full nerd gear comes into the room.
“Professor,” he walks over to you, clutching his books tightly to his chest, glasses propped up on his face and a little vest over his dress shirt. You can't help but melt at just how cute he is. “Could I get some extra credit?”
You tap your pen on the desk in the room, humming to yourself a bit, turning toward Satoru. “You want an A plus? You didn't get a hundred on that exam though. So I don't know…”
“Fuck…” Satoru is far too hard looking at you unbuttoning that blouse just a bit. Crossing your legs with black stocking he wants to rip off.
“Focus,” You reprimand, you his cute little submissive girl. That just makes his mouth water, he damn near drops to his knees. “This is why you don't have an A, tsk… come here then.”
“Yes mommy - I mean!? Yes professor!” You barely bite back a giggle, trying to keep in character when your six foot four boyfriend damn near whimpers just getting near you. “What can I do to pass?”
“Hmm, let's start with this lesson,” you write down nonsense on the paper in front of you, while Satoru's hand slips up your thigh. “Solve that equation, Gojo.”
“What if I get it wrong?” He pouts, hand slipping higher. “Will I be able to earn any more credit?”
“Let’s see how you answer,” you hand Satoru the pen, and he gets the equation incorrect. “Hmm, that’s just not the answer.”
“Oh no, teach…” He rests his hands on your thighs, looking at you under those thick glasses, your tummy clenches in need now, knowing you all are going to watch this later gets you so excited. “You have to let me earn some more credit.”
“I suppose I am feeling a little generous,” you spread your thighs, raising a brow at him. “Get on your knees.”
Satoru almost cums at your words, he’s aching when he does just that, kneeling for you. To think the shy and nervous little thing you were would blossom so much in the months he’s known you. You come more into yourself every day, with every little role you two play, but also come into your own with your career, confidence in all aspects shining through.
Satoru couldn’t be more in love with you.
“Good boy.”
“I’m gonna die,” you’re giggling for a moment, he goes to kiss you but you push him back. “Baby…”
“In character,” you whisper, he bites down on his lip, looking at where his hands press into the plush of your stocking clad thighs. “What sort of extra work do you want to do? A project, an essay?”
“I was thinking I could do something for you, professor, if you wanted me to. You’ll find I’m a most devoted student,” fingers slip up high, you’re shaking slightly as he spreads your thighs wide then. “I’m determined to get a better grade from you, I’ll show you my skills.”
“Skills in what, hmm? Are you propositioning me?” He grins now, pressing a kiss on your thighs, you cry out softly. “Is this appropriate class behavior?”
“Oh come on Professor, don’t you touch yourself under that desk? I bet you are so needy,” you almost lose focus of the little role you two are playing, cunt pulsing around nothing as he eyes you. “You didn’t wear any panties? That’s so naughty, teacher.”
“You could persuade me to up your grade I suppose,” he moans then, lifting your hips and dragging them over to his face, you’re trembling now, hands entangling in his silky locks. “You better be proficient at this if you want a shot.”
“God you’re hot,” you blush with a big smile. “In character, ahem… yes, I can show you how proficient your student is.”
You tug at his tie, dragging him closer, propping one heel on the desk, exposing your pretty, puffy cunt to his view. He moans at just how delectable it looks, before spitting right on it, earning your gasp. “What a naughty student!”
“Oh, you really haven’t seen anything yet,” he watches as the spit drips down between your puffy lips, hearing your sharp intake of breath, leaking so much pre it’s fucking painful. He slips his two fingers down to your little hole, pressing them in, feeling the stretch as she tries to take them, gripping him with gummy walls. “Can you not take two in your cunt? Has it been a while, professor?”
“You’re diabolical,” you mumble, he can’t help but grin all devious with a white flash of teeth. “Yes, it’s been some time – I’m busy with my teaching, you know.”
“I see,” he eases the two fingertips out now, running up to your clit that’s all slick with his saliva, before easing back down again and pressing in deep. “That’s okay pretty professor, I can help stretch you out.”
“Mnh!” You’re lost in how good it feels, his fingers moving in and out now of your soppy cunt, his eyes just looking at you like that, your leg falls off the desk and he picks it up, throwing it over his shoulder instead. “Satoru…”
“Calling your student his first name, hmm? You’re a slutty teacher, tsk…” Satoru curls those fingers in at the knuckle, your head falls back, hands entangled in his locks and pulling. “If I make you cum, can I get an A plus?”
“Y-yes, we can arrange - hah! - that, f-fuck…” You’re trying to maintain any sense of the role, but Satoru always makes you break character, every time his mouth makes contact with your soaking wet cunt you’re done for. He leans down, still pumping his fingers, tongue flicking on your clit now. “Ah!”
“Mmm,” Satoru moans at your flavor, the one he’ll never get enough of, the scent of you filling his nostrils with how sweet you are – something vanilla sugar that he’ll never fully understand. Like you were made for him, even your sweetness just coating his tongue, driving him insane.
Satoru loses his character right with you, when met with your dripping cunt pouring all over his face, drowning him with your essence. He feels you tightening up, walls clamping down, you’re tugging his hair so hard it hurts, murmuring nonsense about academic probation even as he’s sucking a twitchy clit. He’s rutting his cock against his other hand, dying to bury it inside you.
“Hah, you’re close – are you so easy, professor?” he murmurs, pulling away from where he’s sucking on you with a suctioned pop. You’re shaking, thighs on either side of his head threatening to tighten.
“You’re my favorite student,” you whisper out, he grins and flicks his tongue on that little spot, curling fingers up until you’re blinded. “Close, Toru.”
He loves when you say that, the way his name rolls off your lips, he keeps pressing up, knowing your body, eyeing you then. “Then cum for me.”
Satoru dives back down, moving his fingers in sync with his tongue just making the most wicked circles and flicks, you’re tugging his face flush against you, hips rising up to fuck it just how he loves. His whimpers and little breaths are right against your clit while he eagerly keeps sucking and pressing on the soft spot in your cunt.
Your head falls back, mouth wide open while you ride out your orgasm on Satoru Gojo’s pretty face. Your pussy spasming around his digits, juices spurting out and flowing down his mouth and chin. He eases his fingers out and more of it just drips.
“You came so much, fuck…”
“Ngh!” You’re a twitching mess, Satoru watches your hole wink while the aftershocks hit you, exhaling at how sexy it is. “Want you in me, please.”
“Not yet, not done,” Satoru mumbles, pussy drunk when he drags you back to his face. He doesn’t relent even though you’re tugging at his white locks, continuously lapping you up eagerly, feeling your body jerk with each contraction under the grip of his fingers, each spurt of your sweetness melting in his mouth. “So good, you’re so good for me.”
“S-Sensitive - ah! Toru…”
He’s not relenting one bit, tongue slipping inside your twitchy hole, his straight nose bumping your clit while he buries himself against you. You’re so wet you’re slipping down his chin, dripping onto that Armani tie he’s got perfectly knotted, the silk of it brushes against you when he pulls up for a moment.
“Is that an A?” He teases, running his fingers so casually across your slit, making your eyes roll back in your head. “Can’t answer me, teach?”
“An A, f-fuck an A plus…” He chuckles a bit, kissing your cunt, when just that sends you over the edge again, the breath of his laugh enough to have more arousal dripping. “Please, please…”
“My professor is needy, huh…” He stands now, leaning down and kissing you, letting your arousal coat your own lips until they’re glossy like his. You whine out, yanking him by the tie, when he stands you up. “Let’s turn off the camera and go to our bed.”
“Lets,” you both are undressing each other on the way to your room, you all film certain things for each other, but some things are too intimate, too special. Tonight Satoru feels that moreso than ever, the way he wants to profess his love to every pretty inch of you. “Satoru…”
“Fuck you’re so pretty,” he has you in nothing but your bra in moments, before slipping that off, fingers brushing over the marks left on the sides of your breasts. “Look at you.”
“You make me feel that way,” you blink a bit of emotion then, sometimes with Satoru it’s too intense, like you can’t even fucking breathe. Addictive, sweet, filthy, so many things at once, but the most prevalent - “I love you.”
“I fucking love you, pretty little star,” he whispers, kissing you deeply then, it’s more serious now, the teasing from earlier was fun, but Satoru’s so drunk off your very presence that he wants to show you how devoted he is. “Love you forever.”
“I l-love you forever, oh Toru,” you’re trembling when Satoru lifts up your thighs, kissing you over and over, mouth moving over yours and swapping both of your tastes together.
Your nails slip up his strong back, his abs tense when they scratch him just a bit, kissing down a slope of a breast, sucking a nipple into his hot mouth. He’s exhaling, precum dripping across the soft tan blankets of your bed, the one you two share every night together. Holding you in his arms is something he never wants to go without again, but he also loves to fold you into that bed.
Cuddle you, shove your face in it, he wants all of it, all the time, never getting enough of your sweet little sighs, the way your face scrunches up when you’re happy, the way you cling to him when you’re upset. Everything you two have been through has led to this moment of bliss –
Right before Satoru finally proposes.
He’s not gonna do it here, no he has an entire day planned out tomorrow, but for now he’s just going to make you a fucked out little mess, while he keeps eyeing a bare finger he can’t wait to decorate. There’s no worry if you’ll say yes, Satoru Gojo knows the love he shares is felt just as deeply with you.
He can’t wait for tomorrow.
He also can’t wait to fill you up.
Satoru pulls back, a string of spit dissolving between your joined lips, blue eyes studying you so intensely. You’re looking up at him, brows drawn together, softly gasping at how good his cock feels rubbing against you, ever so teasingly, nails pressing into Satoru’s strong biceps, feeling them tense while he holds his cock by the base.
“Tell me what you want, baby, I’ll give you anything,” he whispers, pressing that tip just a bit, then pulling it out, running it up and down again, studying you. “Anything you want, always.”
“I only want you,” he exhales, head resting on yours for a brief moment, before pulling back. “I want you inside me, please Toru.”
“You’re going to take it all, like a good girl, aren’t you?” he asks, stroking it up and down more, pre cum glistening at the tip that’s dripping on your clit, you jerk at the sensation, nodding quickly. “Every inch, baby.”
“I’ll take all of them, ah!” Satoru eases his cock inside you, leaning back on his knees – he loves to watch it bulge and move when he finally gets to bottom out in your slick cunt. “All of you.”
“You’re doing so good,” he softly encourages you. “Ready?”
You barely get to answer when without warning he starts slamming into you, watching how your tummy moves with him. “Toru!”
Satoru’s lost in just how much he’s filling you, balls deep inside your quivering hole, that sucks him so goddamn greedy. The feeling of him inside you is overwhelming, your walls clamping down on him, trying to milk him dry when he’s just getting started with you. You can feel every ridge, every vein just rubbing against you, feel his fingers gripping your ribcage so tightly.
“That’s it, look at us…” He takes your hand, putting it on the bulge, pushing down and making more pressure. “All me.”
“All you,” he can’t take it, how sweet you say it, how you look up at him, glasses all fogged up, lips swollen and glossy. He rolls his hips just so, reaching down and kissing you messy, before he yanks out without warning, flipping you right on your stomach now. “Ah!”
Satoru lays over top of you, heavy weight pressing down, prone position that makes everything that much more intimate. He’s running his tip back up and down your messy slit again, you tremble and jerk, head falling back against his collarbone, hair falling out of the twist you’d put it in for the costume.
Satoru’s fingers wrap your throat, tenderly yet so dominant, his other hand braced on the bed, yours finds it and entwines with his fingers. With a soft groan, he thrusts into you, filling you up in one smooth stroke. You cry out, the sensation of being so utterly filled in this position has you too full, the tightening around your throat causing your vision to blur.
Satoru whispers your name, before he starts to move, his hips snapping up and connecting against your ass, making it jiggle with each stroke, you arch your hips just enough to take him deeper, knees sinking into the bed. Satoru overtakes your every sense, filling you with him – his musky scent in your nostrils, the taste of two fingers in your mouth, pressing on your tongue.
He feels so good tears fall from your eyes, gasping desperately while he keeps repeating your name, moaning and slowing just a moment. He feels how tight you’re getting, knowing you want more pressure. He squeezes your throat a little harder, paying attention to every movement, every breath, every sound you make.
Studying you always, Satoru learns more and more about you, about what you need, whether it’s reassurance or kisses during. Knowing you can’t just ‘fuck’ – and if you all do a quick one, or something kinky and messy, you need cuddles and hugs after. He’s grown to love that and need it with you, how you’ll stroke his hair after he’s devoured you, how you hug him in the shower.
Satoru loves every bit of you, how you take him, mold for him, so eagerly love to please him. The desperate little whines escaping your lips right now when he gets you fuzzy headed, you’re drooling just a bit, his face is pressed against yours, sweat on your skin meeting his lips while he trails kisses, hot and hungry.
“You’re made f’me, aren’t you?” You nod eagerly, gasping out for a breath as he releases your throat, now cupping your chin instead. “Say it.”
“Made for you, only you,” he desperately groans, kissing you deeply, starting a punishing rhythm that sends waves of ecstasy now, you cling to him, his wrist and his hand to keep you stable. “Just you.”
“My shape, it’s all she knows, isn’t it?” He’s softly pleading, losing his mind inside you, pleasure making his cock just twitch, his own vision fuzzy.
You grip him tighter, trying to hold on as he fucks you harder and deeper, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes your toes curl, your core tightening. You can feel his cock swelling inside you, his grip tightening again on your throat, his breath hot and ragged against your cheek while sweat drips from his hard, chiseled body onto you.
“Your shape, it’s all yours, Toru,” all his tentative control falters, his strokes becoming more erratic and less practiced. Your walls clamp down on him so tightly, constricting his cock then. “M’close, mnh! S’close please…”
“Anything for you,” Satoru shoves in deep, tilting your chin toward him, looking down into your eyes – his own gone black with desire. “Lemme feel her milk me, let go baby.”
You lean forward and kiss him then, moaning into them while you find your release with one more push on your cervix, then you’re screaming out, falling back, only for him to slam his lips back on yours. You’re a crying little mess while your drool just falls into his welcome lips, shivering and struggling to cling to this existence when he has you floating.
“Toru, Toru…” You’re sniffling now, so sensitive and weak from the sensations he puts you through, he sighs then, close to his own release, looking at how pretty you are right now.
“Want me to fill you up with so much of me?” You nod desperately, kissing him again, when he floods you with those hot, thick ropes of cum. “God, baby… taking it a-all f’me, huh?”
You’re sucking him in, every drop so greedy, while he eases his strokes, still pumping even though you two are sensitive messes. He rests his head next to you on the bed, struggling to grasp his own senses, peppering little kisses on your shoulder, glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration. He studies every inch of you when he pulls off, trailing his touch down the curve of your spine.
You’re everything Satoru Gojo ever wanted.
He was over the moment you walked into his life.
To have you now, turning you on your back, watching your tits rise and fall with your shaky breaths, seeing your tear streaked face, glasses long since slid off and laying next to you – you are perfect to him. In every way, every inch of your body, every line, mark, curve, every piece that makes you up.
“Beautiful,” he whispers softly, lost in his thoughts for a moment, your lips tremble when you lean up on your elbows, hair falling softly. He cups your face, gently pulling out of you then. “God I love you.”
“I love you, Satoru. So much, mmm…” He kisses you again, smiling against your lips as he pictures it.
Marrying you.
“I want this forever,” you whisper later in his arms, turning back to smile up at him the way you do. “Never want one more day without you.”
“Think I’ll let you go?” You exhale, shaking your head. “I’ll always be here with you, sweetheart. Told you, can’t get rid of me.”
“I’d never want to, you’re my everything,” you get emotional in these moments, the quiet of the night after lovemaking. You want a forever with Satoru. “I’m so excited for this surprise tomorrow.”
He swipes a little tear away, his heart racing now. “Yeah, you’re gonna love it.”
“Any hints?” You tease, turning to snuggle against him, he pulls the blanket up, smiling against your head.
Damn he hopes that ring will fit.
“No hints, it’ll ruin it. You go to sleep.”
“Okay, well I can’t wait!” You lean up and kiss his chin, smiling against his neck as he tugs you close. “Good night, Toru.”
“Night, little star.”
Omg I rly never wanted to end this one so I could be with them foreverrr </3 I really hope you all enjoyed this series - it rly blew up and that was so unexpected for me!!! Thanks for reading this one, see you in all my other Gojo aus <3
CW: NSFW, group dynamics, unprotected sex, cum play, possessiveness, jealousy, degradation, manipulation, cockwarming, oral , spanking, power dynamics, dirty talk, overstimulation, shower sex, soft dom/sub undertones. 18+ only.
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Chapter 14
A few hours had passed since the tangled mess of limbs and whispers in Gojo’s room.
You don't even know when Geto came in. You were curled between him and Geto, bodies warm and still buzzing with everything that happened.
Gojo hadn’t stopped murmuring filthy little praises against your skin—telling you how hard you made him come, twice, how you moaned like music in his ear, how he could barely keep himself from going a third round. His fingers were still idly tracing shapes on your waist, lazily possessive.
Geto, on your other side, had dozed off soon after joining. One of his arms draped across your middle, his head tucked into the crook of your shoulder, breathing soft and even. Gojo chuckled quietly at Geto’s sleeping face. “He’s like a cat after milk,” he muttered, brushing hair from your face, still smiling.
That peace didn’t last long.
Somewhere down the hallway, Nanami stood sipping tea at the kitchen counter when the front door clicked open and Toji strolled in, fresh from outside. He looked around absently while kicking off his shoes. Nanami offered a simple nod.
Toji sniffed the air faintly, then headed toward his room before pausing. “Where's everyone?” he asked, hand already on the hallway door handle.
Nanami glanced up from his cup, expression unreadable. “Looking for someone?” he asked, dryly.
Toji grunted, “Yeah. And not those brats, in case you're wondering.”
Nanami gestured toward the hallway. “Try those brats' room.”
Toji blinked. “The hell does that mean?” he muttered, already walking. “I wasn’t asking about them—wait. Don’t tell me.” He stopped, turning back slowly.
Nanami just stared at him with that ever-neutral, but unmistakably knowing, look.
Toji raised a brow. “Pervs. Both of them?”
Nanami took a sip. “Heard sounds earlier. I didn’t mind.”
Toji scoffed loudly, throwing his head back as if the ceiling owed him answers. “Unreal. I leave for a couple hours and these two are playing house?”
He yanked the fridge open, grabbed a beer, cracked it open with practiced ease, and took a long sip as he plopped onto the couch. “I swear—this place is a circus.”
Just then, the hallway door creaked open and Gojo stepped out, stretching and yawning, stark naked in full glory.
Toji didn’t even blink. “Yo. Go put some damn pants on before you flash the neighbors.”
Gojo blinked at him, bleary-eyed. “What? Oh. Oops.” He shuffled back into the room like it was no big deal, mumbling something about boxers.
Nanami gave him a withering look. “Where’s Geto? Still asleep?”
Gojo popped his head back out the door, now clothed. “Yeah, passed out like a baby on her tits.” He winked.
Nanami’s stare sharpened. “Be respectful.”
Gojo held up his hands in surrender. “No offense, sir. Sorry. Just facts.”
Toji chuckled darkly. “Oi, Nanami. You can drop the goody two-shoes act. We all know you're going at it with her too.”
Nanami nearly choked on his tea. “Excuse me?”
Gojo grinned. “Yeah, come on. You thought you were being slick?”
Nanami straightened. “Who told you?”
Toji cracked his neck. “Geto.”
Gojo added, “He’s like a housewife with radar. There’s nothing happening in this apartment without his sixth sense catching it.”
Nanami cursed under his breath, clearly regretting every life choice that led him to this exact moment, and walked out the front door muttering something about needing air.
Toji looked over at Gojo, smirking. “Told you.”
Gojo plopped down on the couch beside him, stretching. “I mean… good for him, honestly. Didn’t think he had it in him.”
Toji took another sip of beer. “I’m just saying… he’s in over her head.”
Gojo gave a half-smirk. “She’s the one keeping up with us.”
Toji chuckled. “Fair.”
They sat in silence for a moment, the TV playing some random late-night show in the background.
Then, like clockwork, Geto emerged—shirtless, hair a mess, looking mildly annoyed at the world for waking him.
Toji looked at him over the rim of his beer can. “Morning, sunshine.”
Geto groaned. “What time is it?”
Gojo beamed. “Time for your turn on the interrogation couch.”
Geto rolled his eyes and flopped onto the armchair. “You two gossip more than the old ladies downstairs.”
Toji nodded. “Because we’re trying to figure out how the hell all of us ended up in this chaos.”
Gojo looked proud. “She just has that effect.”
Geto didn’t disagree.
Toji hummed, looking at the door Nanami had just left through.
Gojo and Geto exchanged a glance. No arguments there.
The moment you stepped into the living room, every pair of eyes turned to you.
Your hair was tangled, cheeks flushed from sleep and something far deeper, lips slightly swollen, shirt hastily thrown on—barely hanging off your shoulder. Your legs still wobbled with each step, and your thighs burned with the memory of too much. Too many.
You looked used. Worn. Absolutely devoured.
Toji, lounging on one end of the couch beside Gojo, gave a low whistle. “Well, well. Look who finally rose from the dead.”
Gojo looked over his shoulder and smirked wide, eyes shamelessly dragging over you. “She walks like that and I swear I’m getting hard again.” He grinned like a menace. “Bet she still has me leaking down her thighs.”
You flushed deeper, not answering, but the way you bit your lip only fueled him.
Geto, seated on the floor by the coffee table, scribbling lazily into his notebook, looked up with a little smirk. “She begged for it, too. Don’t let the quiet act fool you.”
You shot him a glare. He just winked.
Nanami sat at the dining table, fingers paused above his laptop keys. He didn’t say anything vulgar. Didn’t even look at you the way the others did. Instead, his voice was soft—just a bit tense. “You look exhausted. Do you need anything?”
That earned him a few side glances from the rest, but he ignored it.
Geto suddenly snapped his fingers like he remembered something. He stood, opened the drawer near the TV stand, and returned with a small pill and a glass of water. He offered it to you with an unreadable look.
You blinked. “What’s this?”
“Pill,” he said simply.
The silence after that was thick.
Nanami’s knuckles tightened around his mug. His jaw ticked. “You mean to say none of you used protection?”
Toji scoffed, sitting up straighter. “Are you serious?” His voice turned sharp. “What the hell’s wrong with you idiots? She’s not a damn toy.”
Gojo rolled his eyes dramatically. “Oi, oi, don’t act like you’re better than us. You went raw too, old man.”
“That’s different,” Toji snapped. “I don’t go in thinking with my d—”
“Shut up, Toji,” Gojo said, smirking as he stood, unbothered. “You’re just mad I did it better.”
That set Toji off.
They both started bickering, voices rising, throwing insults laced with dirty innuendos and passive-aggressive jabs.
Something about “at least I made her come twice,” and “she moaned my name louder, brat.”
The air grew tense, loud, chaotic.
Geto didn’t even flinch. He leaned back against the couch, sipping his own drink, and calmly went back to scribbling in his notebook, amused by all of it.
Nanami, however, slammed his laptop shut and stood abruptly.
“Enough,” he snapped. His voice carried over both of them like a whipcrack. “She needs peace. You two shut up for once.”
The room went still for a beat.
You didn’t say anything. You just held the pill, cheeks burning, then downed it with the water Geto gave you. No one said another word as you turned and started walking down the hall to your room, still sore, head buzzing.
Before the door could close, Gojo slipped in behind you, grin already forming.
“Toji’s gonna cry if he sees this,” he murmured, flicking the lock on the door before you could stop him.
As Gojo shut the door, you barely had time to turn before a loud bang echoed through the apartment.
“Oi! Open the goddamn door!”
Toji’s voice was deep, rough—laced with annoyance and something darker.
The doorknob jiggled violently. He must’ve seen Gojo slip in behind you. “What the hell are you doing in there, Satoru?”
You froze near the bed, heart thudding in your chest.
Gojo didn’t. He didn’t even blink. He just grinned.
He turned to you slowly, letting Toji shout on the other side of the wood, pounding once more.
“Ignore him,” Gojo said smoothly, walking up to you.
Another bang.
“Open the door, you brat!”
Gojo only chuckled, like this was just another day for him. “He can’t stand the thought of someone else making you feel good.”
You swallowed thickly, the noise outside muffling as Gojo tilted your chin up and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was soft—at first. Until his hand slipped down your spine, until his body pushed you backward gently toward the bathroom.
“Come on,” he whispered against your skin, voice almost a purr. “You need a shower. Let me help.”
The water ran hot, steam curling around your bodies as Gojo stepped in behind you, still fully naked. He didn’t waste time.
His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against him, and you felt it immediately—his boner, pressing insistently against your backside as his mouth found the crook of your neck.
“Even after all that,” he murmured, lips brushing over your damp skin, “I’m still so fucking hard for you.”
His hands slid down, fingers exploring the curve of your hips, the soreness between your thighs, his touch almost reverent but still bold.
"You make me insane," he groaned, grinding against you under the hot stream of water. “So warm. So soft. Like your body was made for me.”
Your breath hitched when his hand slipped lower, teasing where you were still sensitive. He groaned at the wetness—some of it from the shower, but not all.
“No one’s made me come this hard before,” he said against your ear. “And you did it twice. You like that, huh? Being all full of me?”
You whined under your breath, leaning into him, water cascading over both your bodies as he moved his hips, rubbing himself slowly between your thighs again.
“Let me do it again,” Gojo whispered, his voice filth-soft and hungry. “Let me fill you up one more time. I know you're sore, but please, just the tip. . . I need it.”
His hand guided his cock against you, teasing your entrance, just enough pressure to make your legs shake. You reached up, hands bracing against the tile, eyes fluttering shut as his voice poured filth into your ears.
“Wanna keep you like this,” he breathed. “Dripping. Mine. You’d look so pretty full of my cum again. Every fucking day.”
You gasped when he slowly pushed in, inch by inch, giving you no time to recover as he bottomed out. The angle, the heat of the shower, the way his fingers dug into your hips—it was overwhelming.
You clutched the tile wall as he started thrusting, hard and deep.
His mouth was by your ear again. “You feel that? So fucking tight. You still want more, don’t you?”
The sounds of the water mixed with wet slaps of skin, his groans echoing in the small space.
“Gonna fuck you stupid,” he panted, hips slamming into you now. “Fill you up so good they’ll smell me on you.”
You whimpered, your voice caught between pleasure and overstimulation as his pace grew erratic.
Gojo groaned so loud it echoed off the tile. He spilled into you with a strangled moan, pressing deep, hands tightening around your waist as his hips stilled.
The two of you stood there for a moment, tangled under the shower, steam wrapping around you like a second skin. His lips pressed against your shoulder, slower now, gentle.
“…Definitely going for a third round tonight,” he mumbled, and you could feel the grin against your back.
After the shower, you emerged from the room on shaky legs, hair damp, wrapped in an oversized shirt. He followed right behind you, looking ridiculously smug—his face flushed, hair messier than usual, and a lazy grin spread across his lips.
If the glow on your skin wasn’t enough of a giveaway, his blissed-out expression made it obvious to everyone that round two had happened in the shower.
The room fell quiet for just a second before the tension snapped.
Toji was already rising from the couch, jaw clenched. He stalked forward, grabbing Gojo by the collar with a rough tug.
“The hell’s wrong with you?” he snapped, yanking Gojo closer. “You shut the door in my face and locked it like a coward. And you went at it with her again?” His voice dropped into something sharp. “She’s tired, you idiot.”
Gojo blinked, unbothered, but that grin faltered just a little. “I didn’t hear her complain,” he said casually, brushing Toji’s hands off. “Unlike you, I don’t fuck like I’m trying to break her hips.”
You sat down slowly on the couch, head dropping back against the cushion with a soft sigh, completely drained. Your thighs ached, your body sore and sticky under the shirt, but warm. Full. You didn’t want to move.
Toji’s eyes flicked to you at that, watching your exhaustion like it made his blood boil. “She can barely keep her head up, and you’re still grinning like an idiot.”
Gojo huffed, fixing his shirt. “Maybe if you had a little finesse, she'd want seconds.”
“You little—”
“Enough.” Geto’s voice cut in smoothly before Toji could lunge again. He stepped between them, casting a glance at your curled-up form on the couch. He came over and crouched next to you, brushing a few strands of hair off your flushed face.
“You okay?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You nodded sleepily, eyes fluttering open just enough to meet his.
“Want dinner?” Geto asked gently, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers.
“Mmhm…”
From the side, Nanami stood, quietly closing his laptop. “I’ll make something,” he said, already heading to the kitchen without waiting for a response.
You heard Toji scoff behind you, but he didn’t say anything else—just sat back down, arms crossed, legs spread wide as he stared daggers at Gojo.
Gojo didn’t rise to it again. Instead, he plopped down next to you, swinging an arm around the back of the couch, his hand brushing along your shoulder.
“She really does look pretty like this,” he said lowly, nudging your knee with his. “All used up. Soft. Mellow.”
Geto chuckled, standing up to join Nanami. “Don’t push your luck, Satoru.”
The dinner prep didn’t take long—Nanami kept it simple. Stir-fried noodles, some soup, grilled chicken. Comfort food. Familiar.
When he brought out the plates, you were still curled against the couch, eyelids drooping.
“Come,” Nanami said softly, setting a plate down in front of you, cutleries placed perfectly. “You need to eat.”
You nodded, shifting upright with a groan, and Gojo helped you up by the waist, steadying you as you moved to the low dining table.
The five of you sat together, the quietest you’d been all day.
Toji grumbled about the seasoning.
Gojo flicked rice at him.
Nanami threatened to revoke their eating privileges.
Geto poured you a glass of water and leaned close ruffling your hair.
You gave a tired little smile, thankful for the food and the quiet warmth around you—even if the house was full of chaos, bickering men, and an ever-growing tangle of complicated feelings.
Synopsis . In which Ino Takuma can't keep his eyes off of the pretty married woman next door. Good thing for him though; your husband just so happens to be a cuck.
Pairings . Ino Takuma x f!reader & Cuck!Nanami x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, non-curse au, oral sex (f!receiving), slightly bimbo!reader, cuckolding, pussy slapping, clit pinching, spitting, hints of pervy!Ino, filth, milf!reader, dirty talk, voyeur!Ino, flirting, age gap—reader & Nanami are older, Nanami sharing you/showing you off, neediness, Nanami talks you & Ino through it, praise, premature ejec, overstimulation, threesome (kinda), some Ino x Nanami here 'n there, masturbation, manhandling, fingering, pussydrunk!Ino, etc. / wc . 11.2k (idk wtf possessed me again)
A/N: Alright guys, last stretch of Kinktober is here—let’s see if I can post smth new everyday. If you saw this the first time I accidentally uploaded it, no you didn't. Banner from "Hachisuka's Family Kotoribako" (Kinktober Masterlist.) [MDNI]
Ino's first impression of you is bare.
As in, standing butt-ass naked near your bathroom window with not a concern in the world about who could see you.
The poor guy had been on his way to change his shirt and while digging through his bedroom drawers, he just so happened to look up and notice he had the perfect view of his neighbors house.
The perfect view in question being your bathroom window, of course. Now, Ino didn't intend to make eye contact with those gorgeous tits of yours but in his defense... they looked at him first!
And watching the way you slip into some lacy panties afterwards totally wasn't illegal, right? No, no, the only thing 'illegal' in this scenario is how good you looked through that window of yours.
God, that first time he’d laid eyes on you, he swore he felt a flash of heat spark all throughout his veins. Which, y’know, makes sense considering you were naked, clearly fresh out of the shower, and glistening from head to toe in all your soaked glory. Yeah, that was illegal.
A federal crime in itself to be that obliviously divine at all times. And the worst part about it? You’ve got one big flashy rock decorating your pretty ring finger, one Ino noticed as you lathered yourself in a lotion he’s sure smells like liquified heaven.
Any sensible person would’ve quickly looked away the moment they realized you weren’t wearing anything but for some reason, Ino just couldn’t tear his eyes away. And who could blame him? It’s not his fault you decided to walk around naked in your home with the blinds left wide open…
As such, there he stood at his window all wide eyed and slightly slack-jawed. It was evening time so, the sun was making its downcast journey and due to that and the angle of these neighboring houses, the fleeting sunlight cast such a beautiful warm glow on your body. You seemed so clueless that it didn’t take much staring for Ino to snap out of his daze.
Quickly pulling his curtains shut and taking a shaky inhale of air into his lungs, the man tried to shake the vivid image of you out of his mind. You were clearly an older woman, as pulchritude as they come, and married above all else so, it was beyond disrespectful and perverted of him to stare the way he did just now. It’s unlike him too, normally women have the tendency to make him nervous but you? You sparked something within him that day.
——
A week later and it gets worse.
Ino’s only ever truly looked up to one person all throughout his life; Nanami Kento. Now, Nanami is one of the head executives of the company Ino works for and all he’s ever wanted to do was work his way up into being that man’s assistant. He’s had the opportunity of being in meetings and working on some team projects with him but, he’s always idolized Nanami and now he was learning that he lives next door?
Just what are the odds that the husband of the neighboring hot woman just so happens to be Nanami of all people? Ino swears the world is against him because he’s only been living in this neighborhood for no longer than two weeks or so and he went most of that time completely unaware of his idol—if you will—living right next door.
The day he finds out is when he comes home from work a tad bit earlier than normal, having almost crashed his vehicle into his mailbox due to the cliche display of you washing a car out in the center of your long driveway. Ino had unconsciously been waiting to lay eyes on the man who gets to come home to all that every night ever since the day he saw you naked.
Luckily for him, today was the day.
Ino eventually parked his car into his driveway, slightly stumbling out just to place his greedy eyes on you again. Almost frantically was his gaze landing on you, spotting your beautiful frame all bent against the hood of some luxury vehicle (he hadn’t the mind to note what kind at the moment), arm stretched out to the windshield as you thoroughly cleansed the glass, and chest adorned with soapy bubbles ‘n water that glossed against your skin and sparkled beneath the beaming sun.
It’s the middle of October and while it should be way too cold for you to be doing such an activity, you didn’t seem to bat an eye despite being doused in water and soap. Even as a chilly breeze brushed over, he didn’t see you shiver not once.
Your clothing hugged every inch of you seeing as the water allowed the fabrics to stick to your skin like glue. You worked while being so gorgeously soaked, bending and stretching all over your vehicle enough for Ino to catch a glimpse of the lacy blue bra you’ve got on under your top.
A thick swallow was warranted from him at the full presentation of you. It was as though you got even sexier with clothes on. The sensual sway of your hips and your chest as you pressed further against that soapy hood and scrubbed away at the glass until it was sparkly clean had the poor guy unable to move his feet toward his front door for a hot minute.
It wasn’t until he saw something or, someone moving within his peripherals that his body remembered how to function. Though, the second he flicks his gaze over to the person approaching you, Ino chokes on his own breath.
It’s Nanami. Dressed in something more homely than Ino’s ever had the pleasure of gawking at, the tall blond man comes out of his home and casually strides over to you, facial expression void of any surprise at seeing you all arched over the hood of your car. Ino’s feet are slowly moving now, making a small attempt at getting toward his front porch and hopefully inside his house before he’s caught staring but, he unfortunately trips over his own feet when he sees Nanami approach you with a shameless slap to your ass and a brief kiss.
His stumbling catches the blond man’s attention from across the way and earns a glance from both you and your husband.
Oh, he’s screwed now. Ino tells himself, trying to regain both his posture and his composure all at once as he gives his beanie a slight tug down with an aversion of his eyes. Then he’s got a hand fumbling into the pockets of his baggy pants in search of his keys, only for the damn thing to fly to the ground as he tries to tug it out. Just his luck, huh.
When he crouches down to swipe the keys—and maybe his bubbling embarrassment—up off of the ground, the sound of his name could be heard by that stoic voice he adores so much. Glancing over, he makes eye contact with Nanami again and he can feel his heartbeat picking up as the older man does nothing more than raise his hand to wave.
Awkward as ever, Ino throws his hand up in response and just when he thinks this embarrassment is about to come to a long overdue end, up goes your hand along with a beaming smile that makes his entire body twitch.
You were so gorgeous that it hurt. God, it hurt so good to look at you.
And the cherry on top? The two young girls that come running out of the house as if they’d been trailing behind Nanami giggling and squealing adorably before rushing over to you and hugging your legs. Ino couldn’t hear the conversation from where he was but he did get the chance to take in the sight of a relatively lovely family.
Y’know, Nanami—his idol—you—the woman he’d developed a minor crush on—and two little girls that look exactly like both of you! It was adorable really. The kinda sight that should turn a normal person off from having any type of crush on a woman who’s clearly happy in her marriage and with her children.
And yet… Ino feels something blossom in his chest. He’s not a homewrecker of any sort but damn did the sight of you mothering your two girls do something to him. Before spending any more time standing outside and watching like some creep, Ino quickly turns back to his door and makes haste in getting inside his home.
He can’t keep ogling you. That’s disrespectful to Nanami.
——
So, rightfully, Ino does everything in his power to avoid the two of you within the next few days.
Everytime he steps outside, he keeps his glances over at your house to a minimum, acts like an awkward loser whenever he does happen to run into you and you wave at him or try to speak to him, and even drags out his commute home just to avoid getting there at the same time Nanami does.
And yet, the world can’t help but fuck him and all his attempts to avoid you two over. How? Well, one weekend there’s a soft knock on his door and when he opens it—thinking it’s probably a delivery or something of the sort—he’s pleasantly surprised to see you standing there.
Now, Ino hasn’t had one full conversation with you outside of a simple hi or hello and yet, here you are with the cutest smile on your face and eyes that ooze interest.
Blinking a few times to make sure he isn’t imagining the way you’re standing in front of him with a warm dish in your hands, “Mrs. Nanami?” Ino breathes out as if this were genuinely a dream.
Your eyes seem to light up twice as much as he addresses you, the softening of your smile causing his heart to do backflips in his chest. “Oh, so you do know my name,” You say all sweetly in a tone that coaxes his inward desire to be in Nanami’s shoes. He’d give anything to hear that sound all day long.
Ino has never been more conflicted about a person in his life.
Whether or not he wanted Nanami or wanted to be Nanami was a mystery but, he was feeling something in between that.
You watch him lift a hand up to his face to clear his throat and make his voice a bit more sturdy to conceal his nerves, “Of course I do.” Ino replies, “I uh, I work for your husband.”
Nodding, “I know!” You exclaim all cheerfully. Now he’s questioning why you assumed he didn’t know who you were if you understood he-, “You’ve just been avoiding me these past few days so I wondered if I’d made myself that much of a stranger to you.” You add, derailing his entire train of thought.
Oh. So you’d noticed his recent evasions? Quickly taken aback by your words, he clears his throat—though it comes out as more of a sudden cough—and then tries to open his mouth to work out some sort of reply to that.
Unfortunately, you only interrupt him again.
“Takuma—can I call you Takuma?” You begin with his name, the sound is so natural on your tongue that he’s forgetting you’re a married woman with two kids for a second. Then, after he gives you a soft nod of his head, you extend the pan of food in your hands out to him, “I brought this over to officially welcome you to the neighborhood! I’ve been trying to do this but, you kept running off before I could,” That last statement of yours comes out with a short chuckle before you add, “Kento speaks so highly of you that I really started to think I’d done something wrong or—”
“N-No, no, you’re fine,” Ino interjects quickly in an attempt to kill that thought immediately. You’d done everything but something wrong towards him. “Thank you,” He says, taking the pan of food from you and peeking under its top to try and see what it is.
Before he could, you’re leaning forward. The movement is sudden, quick—like you didn’t even think before doing so—and then your hand is coming over his as your eyes peer upwrds, “Hey, don’t open it now, it’s a surprise!”
Ino blinks, looking down at your hand over his and then back up at your face. His body feels hot and all you did was put your hand on him! One touch from you and he was gulping thick nerves down again. He knows he gets nervous around women but this was different. Not only that, the way you mentioned how Nanami—the Nanami—speaks highly of him has him reeling.
Clearing his throat again, Ino adjusts his feet against the ground a little to give his body some sort of easing on the tension he was fighting with. “Ah, okay, yes ma’am.” He rushes out to you.
His politeness seems to have a lightbulb going off in your head for a moment and you very slowly remove your touch from him. “Good. Now, if you ever need anything—and I mean anything at all—don’t be afraid to come knock on my door, okay?” You offer all of a sudden.
Staring at you as if you’d just spoken a language foreign to him, Ino’s left with a suddenly dry throat and an annoyingly heated body. He might’ve been a little delusional but, you did flirt with him just now, right?
Ino replies to you with another nod of his head and that’s when you finally motion to leave, giving him a little wave before walking off towards your house. He blinks a couple more times and then looks down at the pan in his hands. Just now, it dawned on him that you said this was supposed to be a surprise.
When he takes it inside, he doesn’t waste any more time in opening it to find that it’s a pan of food that looks as though it were made from the heart. Now, he knows you said this was to welcome him into the neighborhood but he can’t help but feel as though this were a little more personal than that.
——
That feeling of his quickly turns out to be right as a couple weeks fly by.
Every weekend, you’d pop up at his doorstep with a plate of food. Each time, there was a sweet smile that never failed to leave him overly nervous and hardly able to think properly. Ino doesn’t know why you do this but, he doesn’t decline the routine you both quickly fall into. Nanami is never with you—nor do you mention him much whenever you stop by—but that’s the least of his concerns.
His true worries lie in why you keep bringing him food. Surely you’re just trying to be nice but he doesn’t see you do this with any other neighbor and each week, you progressively get him to talk more as if that were your end goal in this whole thing.
By the fourth week of bringing him food, things change.
For the past three prior to this, the two of you have gradually had longer—but simple—conversations on his front porch and gotten to know one another just a tad bit more. Ino is now aware that you work from home and you’re usually spending most of your time with your two girls, and you now know he’s working hard to get promoted.
The relationship between you two was never anything inappropriate outside of his occasional deluded moments where he mistook your kindness for flirting.
But today? Oh, he didn’t mistake anything. No, no, you were quite bold with your flirting.
When you bring food over for him, it’s usually sometime in the afternoon—Ino knows this because the setting sun always compliments your frame just right on his doorstep—and he’s always excited to see what new dish you’ve got for him.
On this particular evening, he decided to take an early shower thinking he could be in and out before you showed up. Unfortunately, he was only halfway through a cliche shower performance to his imaginary crowd before he’d heard his doorbell ring.
Ino rushed out of his bathroom and didn’t even bother to put on clothes or dry any part of himself off. Much too eager to see you, he’d lazily wrapped a towel around the slim of his hips and made his way to the front door. Swinging it open, he’s met with the sight of you standing there with… no dish in your hands?
Blinking once-, twice to make sure he’s not going crazy, Ino lets his eyes run over you a couple times before he cracks a small smile, “You’re early.” He points out. And technically, you were.
The setting sunlight angled a bit higher against your body than normal but, that could have been because of the gloomy clouds beginning to decorate the sky. Even so, it did feel like you were a few minutes earlier than usual.
You merely shrug before saying, “And you’re naked.”
Then Ino watches-, no, feels how you look him up and down slowly as if he were a piece of meat and you weren’t literally married. Given that he’s fresh out of the shower, you watched the way fall’s cool breeze brushed over him and caused him to shiver faintly as it wipped the clinging steam off of his body. Water shimmered against his lean figure and clung to the outline of his shoulders.
Your eyes were everywhere; trailing the droplets that chased one another in a downwards race against his skin, the way the light behind you caught against him and made his body glisten rather sinfully, and how the towel was far too low on his hips. You couldn’t help but stare at the sexily carved V-line that trailed down into the obstructing white fabric wrapped around him.
Its edges were damp and you felt mesmerised watching his hips sway to the side a bit as he shifted over to lean against the frame of his door—arms crossing over his chest. When you do look up again, it’s not at his face quite yet but his arms. Water is still dripping off of him and you never quite realized just how alluring the man before you was until now.
Or rather, you did realize it but you weren’t expecting such a handsomely lean physique to have been hidden from your hungry eyes for so long.
Chuckling nervously—as he typically did with you—Ino moves a hand to the back of his head to scratch, his fingertips brushing against the soaked ends of his brown hair, “Sorry, I didn’t want to leave you waiting out here for too long. But,” He pauses, looking down to your empty hands again before his brows pinch together, “You uh, you didn’t bring me anything…?”
You finally manage to snap out of your drooling daze for a second long enough to look up into his eyes. Ino was taller than you but a bit shorter than Nanami and usually when the two of you meet eyes, he doesn’t hold it for long before glancing elsewhere. You were well aware of how intimidated he seemed to be by you, despite your bubbling kindness.
Yet, today’s recurring theme seems to be a series of surprises.
Ino’s eyes, a warm sepia hue that you found quite pleasant to look into, are now the steadiest you’ve ever seen them. Set lowered on yours and almost needy as if he drank in any and all motions or syllables that vacated your very being.
You’re the one looking away for a second as you pinch the fabric of your shirt in between your fingers to distract yourself from how intently he was staring at you.
Then you sigh, “I actually wanted to invite you over tonight…” You say with an intentionally looong pause in between that statement and the next, “For dinner.” He watches your attention steadily drag itself back over to him before you step closer, just a fraction, “The girls are at their grandparent’s place for the weekend and Kento’s gonna be home late. I didn’t wanna eat alone, y’know?”
Your reasoning made complete sense if he’s being honest with himself here but something was telling him to go against this and politely decline you. Not only were your kids not home but apparently your husband wouldn’t be there until late? This meant it’d only be you and Ino alone in your house for god knows how many hours. That’s the kinda temptation a logically thinking and respectful man in his situation should decline.
Unfortunately for Ino, he was never the strongest soldier and the word no or any sort of decline to your lovely invitation is nowhere to be found within his mind. As your eyes rake back over to his face and you watch thick droplets of water flick off of his wet hair, you pick up on the faint upward curve in his lips before he says, “Yeah, I get you.” Though his mind is currently wracked with a guilt that spurs from simply talking about doing such a thing, “I can be over in the next hour or two, if that’s alright with you?”
You start nodding, running your gaze over the scar stretched out against the side of his forehead—his left, your right—and letting out a little hum at the sight. Most of the time when you saw Ino, he’d have a beanie on his head that left such a blemish covered but given that he’s recently out of the shower, almost everything was on full display for you. And boy were you soaking up every little detail by the minute.
“That’s perfect!” You chime as another pleased smile plastered itself over your features. Then, the two of you say your goodbyes for the time being and he waves as you turn around and stroll back to your home.
Watching you every step of the way, Ino finally lets out a very weighted breath of air he hadn't been aware he was holding in until now. All you did was invite him over for dinner, nothing crazy.
Being alone with you in your house for a little while wasn’t gonna kill him in the end.
…Right?
——
Ino moved around his home with gentle urgency as he prepared himself for the very normal dinner he was about to have with you.
He cycled through way too many outfits, trying to decide what sweater would have you not looking at him as if you wanted to sink your teeth into him like you’d done earlier.
Though, he’ll soon come to realize that his choice of clothing matters little when your attraction towards him is so bluntly shown.
About an hour and a half flies by and before he knows it, he’s standing outside your door fidgeting like crazy and trying to fight the sweat building up against the back of his neck. He’d already knocked a couple times and now he was waiting for you to open the door. Everything felt slow, too slow, almost as if he wasn’t supposed to be here.
And when your door finally swings open and his eyes sink to the very low-cut top you’ve got on, pounds of guilt lumps onto his shoulders and he begins to regret this instantly. There’s no way in hell he’s gonna be able to survive this dinner with you comfortably without feeling as though he was being a home-wrecker through merely looking at you.
It wasn’t just that you were an attractive woman who was married to his favorite person on earth but, you’re exactly his type.
It’s supposed to be dinner, nothing more. Neighbors share meals with one another all the time, adults are fully capable of talking for a prolonged period of time without it being anything more, and yet, jaw is taut now that he’s looking at you again.
“You’re right on time,” You start off, stepping back and widening your door to give him enough room to walk in. Even as he foots past you and his arm oh-so-faintly skims against you unintentionally, you’re quick to notice how uneasy he seems to be. “Everything’s fresh off the stove.”
Then, while he drives himself to the side to remove his shoes, he hears you shut and lock the door behind him.
He’s just here to eat and give you some company—a thought of which is constantly ringing throughout his mind to keep him from going utterly mad.
“Oh and, Kneto told me to tell you he’s sorry he’s running a little late,” You add on all of a sudden.
Ino’s brows shoot up and he glances over his shoulder to watch you pace off into your kitchen. So, Nanami knew he was here? You weren’t going behind your husband’s back to spend time with him like he’d so heavily feared? Actually, this dinner was originally supposed to be the three of you??
The very thought makes Ino’s head spin. Sitting at a table with you and Nanami sounds like a recipe for disaster towards his bodily functions. He’d be a stuttering mess if something like that were to ever happen.
But, with your words, his guilt is chipped away now that your invitation feels less like something done in secrecy.
The following events flow pretty smoothly from here on out.
You guide him into your kitchen once he’s removed his shoes and coat, showing him all sorts of dishes you’ve made, and suddenly, he feels less on edge. Perhaps tonight will go without a hitch after all.
“You’re not disappointed that Kento’s not here, are you?” You ask him whilst you both set the table for one another—him following your lead most of the way through.
Ino’s ears seem to perk up at every mention of your husband but you’ve been pretending not to notice it. “Hm? No, of course not. I understand that he’s a busy man, so it’s fine.” Ino replies simply, keeping his eyes down on the utensils he’s currently placing onto the dinner table, “Why do you ask?”
For a simple dinner with a neighbor, things were feeling oddly domestic…
“Ah, well, I’ve noticed a few things about you, Takuma.” Oh shit, you caught on to the way he’s been unable to keep his eyes off of you for the past few minutes he’s been here, haven’t you? Or perhaps you somehow sensed how guilty he felt about this even though he’s not doing anything to warrant such an emotion… yet. Or maybe-, “You really admire him, don’t you?”
His lashes bat and the knife he was setting down falters until it hits the table with a soft clatter that’s louder than he wanted it to be, “Huh?” Ino respires, head flying up and eyes quickly flocking over to you. “I mean, yes, of course I do. E-Everyone does, I’m sure.”
You’re just about done with the area of the table you’d been setting and now you’re slowly easing your way closer to him. Humming, “Mmmh, perhaps,” before you approach his side and lean a little closer, “But not as much as you, right?”
That heat that keeps coming and going throughout Ino’s body returns tenfold as you stand directly next to him. He could smell your perfume and how pleasant it was to his senses. The lessened proximity made it hard to think-, hell, even hard to breathe. And above it all, the guiltiness he wanted so badly to go away returned again. Gulping, “I–”
“Yes or no, Takuma," Your body tips to the side so that his eyes couldn't stray away from yours. Then, you offer him some kindness through a comforting grin, “It’s a simple question.”
“Yes ma’am,” Comes stumbling past his lips as if he were possessed, the polite and well-mannered agreement so natural to leave him when directed towards you.
“There you go,” You purr in response. After which, you're finally turning away from him to go get the food, and he feels the strain in his anxiety begin to dissipate. “So I’m right, you do really admire my husband!” Your voice elevates so that he doesn't miss your words and although you don’t see it, Ino’s nodding his head while he searches his mind for what to say in response.
“I do,” He calls back to you honestly, adjusting a couple more things against the table to make sure his area matches yours before he pulls out both your chair and his own.
It’s quiet for a moment whilst you start moving stuff from the kitchen to the dining room and although Ino wanted to help, you’d insisted that you didn’t need any and made him feel even more domesticated around you.
As the minutes ticked by, he truly started to feel like a husband of some sort. The way you carried the food out and placed it onto the table in front of him like it was all made specifically for him had his heart doing those stupid jumps in his chest again.
He was definitely overthinking everything but, he really couldn’t help it!!
You were a little too sweet with him. Not that he didn’t like it, though. It just made this deep, dark part of him wish that he was really your husband instead of—
“You should tell him that, y’know,” Your voice eventually cuts through both the air and the war of his thoughts, shaking them away from wherever they’d been going.
He watches you bring out the last dish and then sit down next to him, a small sigh skating past his lips as he asks, "I should?"
Your response is immediate, “Mhm, he loves to hear that kinda thing from people,” You explain whilst taking a napkin and splaying it out over your lap. You were so poised and almost elegant in a way that made Ino’s envy of the man he so very admires, deepen. Then you send him the look that causes his hips to twitch in his seat, “Makes him feel more accomplished.”
Ignoring what’s stirring up already, “I’m sure he feels accomplished enough,” Ino compliments lightly while he scratches the back of his neck, “I mean, look at you—“ He quickly cuts himself off with a cough to correct himself, “—Your house, the cars, your kids, hah… he has everything a man could ever want…”
The tone of his voice almost gives away his conflicted feelings but he hopes you don’t notice it (you do).
Kind smile remaining, “Yeah? You think so?” You snicker, leaning forward to rest your chin against your knuckles as your elbow props up near the table’s edge.
“Mhm,” Ino hums lazily. That quickly earns a cock of your brow and he immediately feels a stiffness in his spine. As if trained to speak better, “Y-Yes ma’am.” comes out in a much more respectful pitch.
Thankfully, the conversation becomes lighter-, fluffier within the next couple of minutes. The room around him feels less tense and every word that exits your throat comes across softer. Perhaps it was because the conversation had slipped into something inherently slower, involving topics of work, how his past few weeks in the neighborhood had been so far, and even the weather.
The usual awkwardness you’d noted him to carry returns but you seem pleasantly amused by every second of it. The most that made his heartrate spike up again would be the touches you leave against his arm whenever he makes you laugh.
Ino doesn’t think he does it intentionally—y’know, utter something funny in hopes of feeling your palm against his bicep—but it happens anyway and before he realizes it, he finds himself enjoying it.
If he was going to have any sort of guilty pleasure in getting to know you and spending all this time alone with you, it was going to be your lingering little touches that were rather harmless in the long run. Sure, it gave the guy a rush of adrenaline and perhaps something below twitched when your fingers gave him a slight squeeze but, it was all innocuous.
“You’re a lot younger than I thought you were,” You’re heard saying as the two of you now talk in between the diminutive bites of food you both had been taking in courtesy of dragging this dinner out a little longer.
“Am I?” Ino asks rhetorically with quirked up brows, “I’m only a few years younger than Nanami.” He adds, wondering why you’d mentioned his age in the first place.
One of your hands lifts to wave as your head tilts and that look is sent over to him again, “Oh, I know.”
The viewing of your eyes felt as though you were reaching into his soul, as if you could see every thought running throughout his mind. Ino had never felt so exposed to someone through nothing more than a sheer glance and yet here he was.
He swallows leisurely, “That’s not a bad thing though, is it?”
“Not at all! You just have this constant look on your face that reminds me of how Kento used to look at me,” You explain.
At first your words make him relax but then he replays them in his head, chews through another short bite of food, and meets your eyes with perplexity raging though his own, “Used to…?”
Your eyes roll softly, “Way back when he was crushing on me really hard,” You clarify with a laugh at the reminiscent memory, “Was’ super shy about his feelings but acted like he was sooo direct with them later on.”
Ino titters before he catches on to what you’re saying, “Wait, and you said I’m looking at you like that?” Fuck. You knew about the coming and going of his crush on you, didn’t you?
“Yep,” You express shortly with a dramatic pop of the p at the end of the word. “It’s cute though, I like it.”
And it was in times like this where he wondered if Nanami was aware you behaved this way. All these lingering, heated gazes, the subtle teasing, the comparison to your own husband—who he’s sure is rightfully and hopelessly in love with you—and even your body language occasionally had Ino concerned for the status of our relationship with that man.
Yet, his concern was always diminished quickly when he was reminded of the pretty ring still wrapped around your finger. That, and the way Nanami always came home to you every day—not that Ino had noted this down in his head or anything like that, of course.
Like now, for example as the two of you hear a sound coming from your front door before it swings open and you both turn your heads to see the man in question walking in. Early. Ino wonders why you told him the man would be late if–
Oh yeah, that’s right, normally Nanami’s probably here before you’ve sat down for dinner so—essentially—this is late. For him, anyway.
You and Ino watch as Nanami quietly tugs off his coat and kicks his shoes off by the door. The tall blond had yet to utter a word and even though he’d only just entered the house, something about it felt unnerving.
Ino’s anxiety is now skyrocketing by the mere presence of the person he’s been idolizing for as long as he can remember. It’s not like he’s never been in the same room with the man but, even so, that doesn’t make seeing him in person any less nerve-wracking.
You’re the first to move, making an attempt to stand up out of your seat and head over to greet your husband but when he raises a hand and signals you to stay where you are, you do exactly that. Not without a slight pout tugging at your lips, though.
It was clear Nanami was getting home from something stressful and while you weren’t quite sure what exactly had caused such stress, you hoped you’d be able to ease it quickly before he takes that out on the guest you’ve decided to have over tonight.
The sound of his careful, yet heavy footsteps fill the tense air as Nanami paces toward the dining room and heads straight for you. As soon as he’s close enough, your eyes are lifting to his face and you’ve still got a frown on yours, “You told me you were gonna be late and yet you’re-, mmh!” You’re swiftly cut off as your husband’s hand reaches your jaw and tugs your face upwards so that he can bend down and kiss you deeply as if he hadn’t done so in ages.
Swallowing up the sound of your surprised hums like a man starved and kissing you greedily like Ino wasn’t sitting just a few inches away from you, your hand eventually meets his chest and you give him a lighthearted push of protest.
Mumbling, “K-Kento!” between his constant kisses that leave your lips wet with affection and your mind temporarily dazed from how weighty his need seemed to exude off of him, “We have company…”
A low grunt rustles against his throat before he tilts his head and keeps your jaw tight within his grasp, searing into your mouth with a husky, “I know.”
Only a few seconds had passed since your husband had gotten home and yet your thighs were clamping together desperately already. You had no idea why he was acting this way but, you weren't exactly complaining. You never minded the way Nanami shows off how much he loves you in front of someone else but it did feel a little awkward considering Ino was left to watch.
Well, at any point he could’ve looked away and returned to his food but, he physically couldn’t tear his gaze away. Not with the way nanami was sucking your lips in between his teeth, nibbling over them for a moment before skillfully swatting his tongue into your mouth and shamelessly moaning into the connection.
Just as you were squeezing your thighs together to stifle your arousal, Ino found his hips shifting helplessly against his seat. This was by far the hottest thing he’d ever had the pleasure of looking at and it was just two people kissing in front of him. Part of him felt like a creep for sitting there and watching but it wasn’t until he felt his cock begin to swell up against his sweats that he snatched his gaze away.
Did that help? No, not at all.
The sounds of Nanami possessively making out with you were almost more erotic than the sight of it had been. Wet smacks and hungry grunts spilled out into the air and there was no other noise to distract him or his cock from it.
It doesn’t take much more for him to have to sneak a hand down and readjust his sweats given the way he’s started to stick against his boxers. God, this was embarrassing for him. A married couple couldn’t even kiss normally in front of him without him getting turned on? What kinda person was he becoming?
When Nanami finally pries away, he’s whispering, “You should really check your phone, my love.”
Your eyes are left all low and dazed, lips left kiss-bitten and slightly slicked with saliva before you hurriedly wipe them off and shake yourself out of it. “Oh, did you text me?” You ask.
Nanami’s got his thumb playing with your bottom lip as he stares at it, “Multiple times, yes.” Then he stands up straight and looks at Ino, who flinches from the sudden attention. Cracking the same warm smile you usually give him, Nanami tilts his head a little, “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”
Caught off guard by the question, Ino’s brows furrow for the nth time today and he’s speaking without thinking. “Very,” He answered with a quick glance to the thumb at your lips. Everything the two of you did was so unbelievably hot that it had Ino wondering if the two of you would maybe let him sit and just watc–
Your husband cocks a brow at Ino’s answer and he’s quick to clarify, “W-With all due respect, of course.” Ino appends.
To which the older man laughs and shakes his head before letting go of your chin, stepping away, and then disappearing off around the corner.
You wave your hand, “Don’t mind him,” You tell Ino, “He may seem like a big scary guy sometimes but I promise you, beneath all that is a big ole softie.”
“Right…” The brunet replies steadily.
Then he watches you fish for your phone and scroll through something on the screen that has your expression twitching. He doesn’t know what you were looking at but based on the way Nanami just made out with you and told you that you should’ve checked your phone, Ino can only assume there’s something rather explicit on the device.
With a clearing of your throat, “Well, that, amongst other things….” you add after going through your phone and flipping it upside down as you place it onto the table. You hoped it wasn’t obvious but, your face was beyond flushed after the many messages of pure need your husband had been sending you within the past hour.
If you weren’t soaked from the kiss he just gave you then you damn sure are now after opening the picture of the stout tent in his slacks he’d sent you—telling you how he needed you to take care of him once he got home, no matter who you had over.
“What?” Ino expels, trying to figure out whether or not he’d heard you correctly.
Ignoring him, you reach over the table for a tray of food that hasn’t been touched yet, “Oh, here,” You redirect, “Try this next!”
And with that, the two of you resume dinner together.
——
Despite Nanami being home now, he doesn’t accompany the two of you at the table for a long while. Even though you have an inkling as to why that is, Ino’s still sitting there with an annoying boner and a lot of confusion.
Was Nanami not going to join the two of you after all? Had Ino interrupted something between the two of you by being here? Should he be leaving soon to give you guys some privacy or–
As always, his train of thought gets disrupted.
This time it’s by the sound of approaching footsteps. You’re in the middle of talking about your daughters and something about how weekends like this are rare for you and Nanami but Ino can hardly focus on what you’re saying when his peripherals pick up on the man passing through the dining room to enter the kitchen.
He seems to be a bit more refreshed now but, he’s still not out of his work clothes and an expression of frustration is still tightly knit into his sharp features. While Ino’s distracted and you’re busy yapping away, you catch the lack of his focus on you mid-sentence and just stop talking.
As you go nonverbal, Ino brings his gaze onto you again and his heart sinks into his ass.
You don’t look upset at the fact that he was lowkey ogling your husband but, you look intrigued by it. No, not even-, this was something more than that. Something deep and longing like a strong rush of desire had coursed throughout your eyes and was now being directed onto him.
Ino’s gulp is loud enough for Nanami to hear from the kitchen. He doesn’t get to break the momentary silence though.
“Ken’,” You call out in a sweet drawl, eyes low-set onto Ino’s nervous frame.
Appearing from the kitchen now as if he’d been anticipating the sound of your voice, “Yes, my love?” Nanami answers.
You tilt your head and the man beside you is sweating as your question enters the air, “What’s your company’s stance on workplace relationships, again?”
Ino chokes.
“Hm?” Nanami hums, pacing over to the table and standing on the other side of Ino but looking at you, “Why do you ask?” Your eyes break away from the anxious male trying not to squirm where he sits for a moment to send your husband a telling glance. Understanding immediately, he nods, “Ah, I see. There is nothing set in place against…” He glances down at Ino and then back to you, lips twitching, “That.”
“Hmm, perfect!” You say all cheerfully before sitting up and clasping your hands together excitedly. Then you lean over and your arm brushes up against Ino’s, “…Takuma,” You begin in the same voice that’s constantly making it hard for him to function—in every sense.
Struggling to clear his throat and collect himself, his tone comes out in an unintentional squeak, “M-Ma’am?”
You’ve got the most innocent look in your eyes as if what you were about to do wasn’t everything but, “Would you mind staying for a few hours more to help us with something?”
“Uh, sure.” Leaves his lips before he even thinks about it. He has no idea what he’s getting himself into and he’s not sure he cares. Ino is more than willing to help you and Nanami with anything—in spite of him having no clue as to what’s in store for him now. “What… What did you two need help with?” He questions gradually.
“Well, you see…”
——
Ino doesn’t know how the fuck he got here. He’d only come over for dinner with you, so if anyone expected him to explain how the hell he ended up in between your spread legs with his leaking dick out, he’d be at a loss for words.
He’s confused, flustered, and drooling from multiple areas of his body—the most profound area being the blushing crown of his cock.
You’re leaning back against Nanami—who’s the only one fully dressed in all this—and your legs are spread out for him with the sozzled display of your panties presented to him like some kinda reward. Humming, “Awh, Takumaa, you look so shy,” You point out softly.
His cock flinches before the rest of his body and then he snatches his gaze up toward your face, “Huh?” He breathes, “I’m not shy, I just…” Fuck, he could hardly finish his sentance here.
How could he possibly explain why his body was a mix of pink and red hues all over? Of course he’s flustered! One moment you were asking him to help you and Nanami with something and now he’s in your bedroom helping you two with… sex?
“C’mere,” You direct.
Nanami’s silent behind you, fully erect and twitching against the curve of your ass whilst you both carefully watch Ino draw himself nearer. When he gets close enough for you to reach, your fingers graze the tip of his cock, slide over it, and then wrap around his not-so-neglected shaft—giving it a gentle tug that has his body lulling forwards.
Breath heavy and noticeably uneven, Ino peers down at the hand you’ve got wrapped around him. He fights a whine against his throat when one of your fingers glides against the tender vein he’s got trailing the left side of his dick in a jagged pattern.
“Oh shit,” Ino breathes heavily the moment you guide him up against your panties, which were clung stupidly saturated against the puff of your folds—obstructing his view of the delicacy that lay beneath.
Not that this wasn’t just as stimulating. Especially as he brings a hand down to accompany yours and you both push on his cock a little to make it press, sandwich, and then spread the glossy slicks of your cunt out against his welting mushroomy tip.
You give out an aroused giggle and Nanami behind you seems everything but amused, scoffing a mean, “You can use your cock better than that, can’t you?” towards Ino as he watches his every move like a hawk.
Ino snaps out of the tantalizing little drag of his tip against you and swallows down another whine, “What-, sorry… What?” He asks, brain a mushy mess already.
The room was hot with a dizzying coat of thick lust that infiltrated his lungs and made it overly hard for him to breathe, much less think straight. Whenever Nanami opened his mouth it made something utterly errotic inside Ino ooze and that feeling only got worse whenever your voice followed quickly after.
Eager to play the nice role in all this, “Kento, go easy on him,” You chime in with a sugary scolding edge.
“If he’s going to fuck my wife then he’s going to do it properly,” Nanami says sternly, sending his brooding brown eyes over to the florid male in front of you, “Right?”
Ino quaffs a thick sum of saliva and nerves down his throat before his voice exits him gingerly, “...Yes, sir.”
“Your manners are so pleasant,” You talk as if you weren’t dragging the ending weight of his cock against your slippery folds, providing stimulation only through how wet the two of you were and the sticky mess of fabric that lay in between your skin and his.
Something breathy and soft ghosts out of him, “Miss.. please stop talking like that,” Ino requests politely.
If there was one thing you adored about the man so far, it was definitely how nicely he spoke to you. He harbored nothing but respect when speaking to you and fuck if it wasn’t driving you just as insane as he’d been driven from the moment he saw you.
“Like what?” You tried to tease.
Before he can quite reply, Nanami is slipping two fingers past your lips, “She tends to do that, don’t worry. I know how distracting it can be. But look, a couple fingers in her mouth and she’s rendered eager,” He explains, moving his other hand down to your cunt, swatting your fingers out of the way, and then gently parting your folds against the fabric of your panties to let them bundle up in between your slit, “See?”
Ino looks down and his breath chokes up in his throat at the gorgeous spread of your lustrous pussy against Nanami’s merciful fingers. Liquid arousal was leaking steadily out of your hole and everything it touched was left graciously soaking.
Your husband—sensual, slow, and meticulous with everything he does—lazily hooks a single digit around the fabric of your panties and then tugs it over to the side, letting it snuggle itself against one of your spread lips. The sight was absolutely filthy. Ino had never seen a woman so wet from just a few touches and it seemed as though the fingers stuffed into your pretty mouth really did contribute to your sousing.
“Now, before you give in to your own needs, you must make sure she’s taken care of. Understood?” Nanami continues on with his instructions as he then slots one finger into you and gently curls it up to earn the first luscious moan from you. “If you skip this step, you’ll finish within the first few minutes, trust me.”
Ino’s nodding along at his every word, making his own mess of precum against the silken sheets below and itching to press forward.
Nanami’s single finger inside you has your arms wrapping around his bulkier one and your hips inching upwards every time he strikes that spot he, obviously, knows your body adores. And the squelches that draft out into the air with a slow ring of sound—knocking against Ino’s eardrums persistently enough to make his head spin—are nearly more debauched than what was occurring.
Each time Nanami’s finger exits your cunt, Ino catches the whine dancing on your tongue. You were such a needy woman that it had him going insane.
Sluggishly, Ino soon moves himself and a hand down, meeting eyes with Nanami, “May I?”
Nanami slips his finger out of you with one pluckful pop! of wetness echoing out into the air before using two digits to keep your folds open, “Be my guest. Show me how good you are at playing with my wife.”
Eager to please, Ino starts out with one long finger that glides into your warm hole seamlessly. A few experimental thrusts are made at first, and then he adds a second and then looks up to catch your expression and the way you’re writhing around what’s currently pressing lightly against your tongue.
Instinctively letting his touch curve upwards inside you, Ino can’t help but smile as his confidence grows. Whispering a breathy, “Cuute..” that tickles hotly against your stretching walls.
“Isn’t she?” Nanami agrees, voice near your ear.
When you start sucking on the fingers in your mouth and moaning against them for more, Ino takes that as a sign to slot in a second digit to satisfy the greediness you were displaying. Your insides were sucking him in deep and all he could picture was how prettily your cunt would look with his cock inside.
Ino knows he could stretch you out real good ‘n earn even sexier moans from you than what he was receiving now.
“Add a thumb to her clit,” Nanami coos, watching the way your neighbor does exactly that without hesitation. Your pussy twitches around every touch you were receiving and Ino ends up grinding down against the bed when your husband adds an easy, “There you go, atta’ boy…”
As if suddenly motivated, his thick thumb swats and toys with the budding bundle of nerves a little faster whilst his fingertips caress the sappiest spot inside you, causing your syrupy slick to gloop out around the skin of his hand and trickle downwards. His fingering progressively increases in pace before he tips his head to the side and licks your taste off of his hand and arm.
The moment it hits his tongue, Ino’s drunk. Sliding his fingers out of you completely driven by the taste he just got into his mouth and before you can whine at the loss of something being inside you, there’s a searing tongue slithering between your weepy folds and his lips are cupping the spread of your cunt.
The fingers Nanami’s using to keep you open for Ino twitch as the man’s tongue laps over them accidentally but neither of them seem to mind the sensation much. With his hips jerking upward against the plush of your ass, Nanami sucks in a sharp breath of air before smiling at the brunet in between your legs, “Ohh, someone was eager for a taste, huh?” He teases before emptying your mouth and turning to whisper into your ear, “How’s his tongue feel down there, honey?”
“S’good,” The response comes out as a mix of a gasp and a moan, relief breaking out in between the pleasured smile you reveal. “He-, ah… I like how hesitant he is as if he-, mmgh.. D-Doesn’t know what he’s doing,” You narrate as if you couldn’t feel the swabbing tip of his tongue swirling against the same spot his fingers had been hitting before.
“Oh yeah?” Nanami huffs, glancing down to Ino as he presses a chaste kiss against your shoulder, “C’mon now, Takuma. Eat properly, won’t you?”
At that, Ino instantly sucks on your cunt and his mouth becomes sloppy against you. His jaw quickly slacks and those hungry brown eyes of his blow into the back of his head as he moans into you.
All whilst his hips are rutting into the bed, cock desperate for some type of stimulation as it dribbles a light mess of pre against your sheets.
You’re gasping after a few minutes, having moved a hand down to his hair and used your grip for better control, “Right there..” then your back is arching away from Nanami’s beefy chest, your nails are scraping against Ino’s scalp with desperation, and your hips are bucking, “Yes, jus’ like that… fuuck-, m’gonna–”
“Shh, shhh, my love,” Nanami interrupts, though his two fingers are lightly pinching your clit as Ino operates his mouth into you, “We’re not done with you yet, you can’t go making messes on our guests’ tongue before he’s ready.” Your husband scolds before grabbing your wrist and forcing you to tug the man’s head up, “Tell me,” He begins, noticing how lathered and pussydrunk Ino is already. Chuckling faintly, “Do you think you’re ready for what she’s about to give you?”
Ino nods, completely intoxicated with need, “Uhuh..”
And with that, Nanami lets go and allows Ino to do as he pleases for a moment. You feel his hands come over your thighs and grip tightly as his tongue laps through your constantly gushing slick, groaning at every swallow of the taste and literally feasting on you as if you were his final meal.
His tongue is gooey and hauling against your inner walls, saturating you even more with his own slop of saliva, and only ever pulling away to suckle the flavor out of you until you’re whining his name out—all as your orgasm washes over your body.
Does he give you time to recuperate? Not really.
You are only given a few seconds to blink your vision clear from the white sparks that’d just flashed over your gaze before Ino’s trailing wet kisses up along your body and then stops when he’s eye to eye with you.
His entire face looks different as if something feral had possesed him and when Nanami’s question hits his ears from the right, his eyes only flock over to the man for half a second as he asks, “How do you want to fuck her, hm?”
To which you feel Ino’s lengthy cock slot upwards against your sopping slit, “Like this.” He says shortly, only looking at your face again to see the way your mouth falls open.
It’s like you were inviting him in so, naturally, Ino leans down and shoves his tongue right into your pliantly parted lips. After which his arm snakes under your body and he tugs you away from Nanami to reposition the two of you as he wishes.
This was the first surprise of many for your husband who leans back and watches the way Ino handles you as if you were his.
The last slither of his attention Nanami receives is after Ino’s got you laid out under him and he stops kissing you just to ask, “Is this okay?”
Your husband is a bit too baffled by the fact that Ino quickly gained some confidence and is left with little nods of his head in response.
Then, Ino begins to act like the man is hardly there. Tugging your legs over his own while placing his hands onto your hips, he makes sure you're nice 'n spread for him before his tip begins to lick in between your folds with a teasing graze. The moment his head catches against your entrance, he grinds forward and quickly finds his jaw gaping.
Having you on his fingers and mouth was one thing but the moment he pushes inside you, he begins to heed Nanami’s words from earlier about how he would cum too quickly. But he couldn’t do that, not when he had your eyes erotically rolling into the back of your skull from just the first couple of inches—making him wonder if Nanami ever even fucked you at all (though, he definitely knew the answer to this).
“Ohh f-fuuuck…” Ino chokes, looking down at you and feeling his chest tighten at the way you were clinging to the silks below, “You’re so… agh-, you feel so fucking good…”
Between taking his lengthy girth into your snugging pussy that greeted him in with sappy hugs of wetness, you still manage out a playfully breathless, “Language..” since this was the first time you’d heard the word on his tongue like that.
A pussydrunken smile spreads across his lips, “M’sorry, I can’t help it… You’re so wet around my cock,” Ino utters filthily, “A-And you suck me in so deep, godd…”
“He’s right, sweetheart.” Nanami's adding in. Fuck, you’d almost forgot your husband was here for a moment before you saw an arm slithering in between you and Ino’s body. Then familiar fingertips are rolling around your clit in rhythmic motions that has your cunt sucking Ino in more. “Look, you’re taking him so well...”
Choking a cute, “K-Kento! You’re supposed to be-, fuck... watching, n-not touching…” You remind the man.
His hand goes from toying with your clit to palming your lower abdomen when Ino was currently bulging in, and then he applies pressure that has your walls clamping around Ino’s cock and him gasping at the feeling.
Your arms wrap around Nanami’s again and he chortles, “How can I help myself when you cling to me so cutely, hm?” He asks, feeling your nails claw against the fabric of his long-sleeve work shirt, “With this, you’re bound to leave more marks on my arms. Does he feel that good inside you?” He asks.
Ino’s trying so hard not to give into the achy feeling in his heavy balls that press against your skin as he bottoms out inside you. But it feels impossible when you’re agreeing with Nanami’s honeyed words and moan a gentle, “Yes, he feels s-soo fuckin’ good-, mmgh!”
“Better than me?” Your husband challenges.
“Kento,” You’re gasping as you feel yet another orgasm building up and blooming deep within you.
He only smiles, “Be honest, honey. You know what I want to hear.”
Your head angles back and the two of you meet eyes as you finally nod.
Before Nanami can do anything more, he watches a hand wrap around your throat and the way your gaze widens as Ino snaps his hips forward with a rougher, more impatient thrust. Then he’s huffing, “C’mon-, hahh.. Tell him. Tell your husband I’m fucking you better than he does.” Ino demands.
Nanami’s gaze lifts to the man slowly and his face blushes over from hearing that. Ears pinkened and throat running dry, the swelling of his cock is starting to hurt after those words. Nothing turned him on more than seeing another man fuck you to tears and be cocky about it. And the last thing he expected was for Ino to fit into this criteria perfectly.
Perhaps being inside you was slowly changing the very chemistry of his brain. Now his face was doused in confidence and Nanami’s struggling to hold himself back as he watches Ino move his arm out of the way to replace it with his own thumb to your clit—rubbing his name into it (not that Nanami could tell, of course).
Swirling perfectly over the bud and angling his thrusts slightly enough to hit that sweet spot of yours again, Ino glances up at Nanami—desperate for his approval, even if it meant feeding into his cuckolding kink—and then cocks his head to the side, “S’like the missus said, you’re supposed to be watching anyway, not touching. So do that, yeah? Sit back ‘n watch.”
Your husband nearly cums right then and there while still being fully clothed. He’s let plenty of men fuck you for the sake of satisfying this shameful side of him but no one has ever spoken to him in such a way.
With a short scoff, Nanami smiles slightly, “Alright, you wanna be in control?”
Ino’s got something downright sinful strained out against his slightly drooling lips, “I already am, aren’t I? You-,” He moans and flashes a smile down to you for just a second, “Fuck, keep squeezin’ me like that,” Then he’s looking at Nanami again, “You both asked for my help with this little problem,” He emphasizes with another blunt thrust that has you crying out his name. “So let me do that properly.”
Nanami doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on while watching someone else fuck you before. He no longer hesitates to work his thick belt through their loops and tug the damn thing off with a loud clack to the floor, quickly shuffling a hand down to pull his cock out and soothe the throbbing ache he feels thumping all throughout its hefty size.
He’s so aroused that his brain feels grogged with nothing but pure sin, especially with the way Ino rips all of his attention away from him and focuses back on you.
One hand still focused on your clit, the other moving to weave his fingers in between yours as if you were his woman, and hips rolling his long cock in and out of your saccharine walls—drawing the prettiest of sounds out of your throat all for him and no longer your husband.
“You like this just as much as he does, don’t you, pretty girl?” Ino asks you breathlessly, eyes low with a glint of demand in them as if you had no room to refute his words. When you answer with nothing more than a mere whine, he cracks a handsomely fucked-out smile, “Yeahh? Y’like having someone else fuck you in front of your husband? ‘Like feelin’ a different cock inside you, huh?”
Your cunt is soaking the entirety of his veiny shaft, dousing him in thick liquids of your release, and squelching around him louder than you were moaning. “Uhuh, love it,” You gasped, “Love havin’ you inside me, Takuma… aah-, you fuck me s’good..”
Ino’s nodding with you now, “Mhm, I knoww. And look at him, jus’ watching it all happen and getting off to it. Isn’t that so filthy of him?”
“Mmgh! Y-Yes,” Then your head angles back enough to glance at your husband and your pupils all but dilate at the mess he’s made of himself.
Ropes and ropes of gooey white cum smothering his cock as his lathered hand remains wrapped around it—tugging with jerky motions and driving himself far into overstimulation. All as he’s muttering a flushed vocalization of nasty curses, his groans and grunts reverberating throughout the room and clashing with the sound of Ino fucking you into the mattress.
Then you’re cumming again and In’s pounding you through it, using your body on the length of his cock, dragging you along his every thrust whilst your free hand comes out and pushes at his chest as if to steady yourself, and hardly allowing you a second to catch your breath.
You had no idea your cute neighbor had all this in him. His hips are brutal against yours and you don’t even think anything of it by the time he’s spilling his seed into you in thick ribbony ropes.
The only thing you’re crying out is a cockdrunken babble of more as if you could handle that at the point of which you were reaching.
Maybe it was the few years of age that differed between you and Ino but he definitely had a lot more stamina than you were expecting from him. And while Nanami does keep up with you for hours, it was definitely hard to compare to this.
You’re still clueless about the fact that Ino’s first impression of you was completely naked, but now his last impression of you was going to be stuffed full of cum and fucked dumb on his cock.
I hate this post. Ever since I read it I can't help but think "chosen by the dragon" whenever the bus stops in front of me or "denied by the dragon" when it doesn't. Every. single. time. That's a minimum of ten times a week. Do you know how annoying that is
summary ❥ you babysit for the wealthy single dad who lives across the street. it’s the end of october and his halloween party is the talk of the neighborhood. you’re not invited because the kids are out of town, but you decide to pop up on him anyway, and he shows you just how badly he’s been dying to get you alone without the children.
p.s. there’s a joke in here involving the color of 🐱; i know everyone’s is not the same color so , fill in the blank for the color that fits yours if u have one LOL
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You give your ass a good shake.
You’re making sure the long, fluffy tail poking out of your blue shorts isn’t going to fall out. It doesn’t.
You’re dressed as a fox, but not just any fox. A fox cop. You have on a short blue collared top, matching shorts, and of course you’d be no real cop without your utility belt housing fake handcuffs and a plastic baton. To top it all off, you’re wearing fuzzy fox ears on your head, and sheer tights to cover your legs.
You nod in the mirror, satisfied. But the real test, to you, is if Mr. Nanami will like it just as much.
Mr. Nanami is your employer, but more importantly, your neighbor. You watch his two young children five days a week; sometimes even overnight when he has a particularly busy work day. You consider yourself close with them, but your feelings about Nanami are a little deeper than that.
You’d seen him the first time a little under a year ago, when he’d been out on an early morning jog. From then, on you’d become disgustingly obsessed ever since.
Your schoolgirl pining only gets worse every time you see him, and recently you've even gone as far as trying to shamelessly flirt - but he seems to have absolutely no idea. That is the less painful explanation, the other being that he’s just not interested.
But you’re planning to see if you can get that to change tonight. You always dress sensible in front of his children; this will be the first time he's seeing so much skin. It has to work, right?
Tonight, Nanami is throwing the party of the century. He has house workers of all kinds who serve towers of food and delicious mixed drinks. The cherry is that his entire gated lawn has been decorated to the perimeter of fun inflatables and spooky decorations. You know it's mostly for his kids, whom he goes nothing short of above and beyond for.
However, he had informed you days ago that they would be out of town this weekend - and, even if they were not, he's off work, so he doesn’t need you. This means he also had not invited you to his party.
You clearly still intend to show up unannounced, a bold move on your part.
You lock up your house - a small, co-owned property that truly looks out of place across from Nanami's home - which he technically pays the rent for. You carefully make your away across the overcrowded street full of cars, decorations, and humans who are already half past drunk.
As you walk up the stone steps that lead to his front door, your stomach is keyed up. You shouldn't feel any different than you normally do when coming over for work, but you’ve really let this highly unprofessional crush of yours get out of control.
You make it to the porch. You're unsure if he will even hear the doorbell, but you press it anyway. The door slides open after about ten seconds, as if he has been standing there watching it. You feel your body freeze immediately upon seeing him.
Nanami is towering over you in the threshold. His face lights up almost instantly, but that's not all that has your heart threatening to crack open your rib cage; it's also his delicious white button down, popped open by a few to reveal tiny bits of blond chest hair, and then of course there are the long, white ears on top of his head.
“Why hello, officer, did we get a noise complaint?” He chuckles at his own dad joke before bowing his head in greeting. “Sorry, I’m just surprised to see you. I figured you would be thrilled to not have to look at these four walls for a few days while my children are with... their mother.”
You watch his face drop in disgust at the mention of his ex-wife, but he’s never said anything bad about her. Whenever you’d asked why things hadn’t worked out, he’d said "they just didn't." And that was that, but part of you aches to know what had happened.
It shouldn’t matter. He is not interested in you. He gives you a paycheck, and that is all.
"Well," you begin carefully, "Who would want to miss out on the most exclusive Halloween party of the year?"
This coerces a deep laugh out of Nanami, then he steps aside and allows you to walk in. He is holding a short rocks glass of unidentified brown liquor, and you can smell whatever it is in a cloud around him.
Once inside, Nanami’s voice is quite muffled from the clank of dishes and bustle of workers. The two of you stop to stand in the foyer, a grand crystal chandelier winking at you from above.
"Exclusive isn't the word I'd use," he says, following your eyes as he takes a sip. "Everyone and their mother is here. Literally." He tilts his glass towards an elderly woman who stands next to a redhead about Nanami's age.
You should be laughing at his joke but instead, your stomach knots grow tighter at the reminder of how many people his age are here preying on him, the neighborhood catch, with careers and homes of their own.
Nanami is seven years your senior, you think. No wonder he wants nothing to do with a young, non career-oriented thing like you when he has all of these sophisticated people crawling at his feet.
You can't think about that now, or the courage you’ve spent a week building will cease to exist.
"Heh - well, either way," you continue, "it's a big party. I know the kids aren't here, but-"
"But I'm glad you are," Nanami smiles, his eyelids hanging a little low from the liquor in his system. "You look very nice, darling. I like your ears."
He grins and points to his own headband. A grown and very, very large man dressed as something as vulnerable as a little rabbit has your nerves aflame.
"Hmm, I bet you do," you tease. “Like it so much you had to copy me?”
Nanami makes a disapproving sound with his tongue, leaning forward a bit to be eye level with you. "Copy you? I was unaware that rabbits and foxes were the same animal. In fact," he adds, "if I'm not mistaken, foxes are a rabbit's natural predator."
You had been trying to look away from him now that he has moved so close, but as the last sentence rolls out of his mouth, you make the mistake of looking directly into his eyes - and what you see makes your limbs jelly. Maybe it's your delusions, but he seems to be drinking you up equally as much as he is his liquor.
You laugh to pop the bubble of tension, but Nanami's face remains as still as ice.
"Well, I certainly don't think I pose a threat to you, sir," you say, voice unnervingly dry. "You are twice my size."
At this, his intense stare transitions into a soft smile. "You just have to get my guard down. Then, I'm sure a little thing like yourself would be able to have your way with me."
You blink quickly, assuming you've misheard him. Then again, though, he tends to say things that could be flirty - but he is just a naturally charismatic man. Means nothing.
"Ah," you mumble out, shifting your weight from side to side. You have to find a way to change the subject, but most importantly, you need get his attention off of you. You’d wanted it so bad, now you don’t know how to handle it. As you scheme, he sips his drink again, eyes still watching you over the rim of the glass.
"So... the kids always go with their mom on Halloween?" you ask abruptly.
Nanami quickly swallows his sip before shaking his head. "Well I had them for the Fourth of July, you recall."
You do recall. A little too well. Nanami in nothing but tight, black swim shorts and his signature sunglasses as he flipped meat over the grill - and you playing in his pool with the kids. He’d invited you to celebrate the holiday with him after his kids had begged, but your mind was definitely elsewhere. The memory popping into your head almost makes you not hear what he says next.
"We alternate holidays. So I will have them for Thanksgiving, she for Christmas," he shrugs a shoulder. "I would have traded Thanksgiving for Christmas, but alas. Christmas is always the busiest day of the year for me, so they would just miss out on time with their father anyway. I couldn't ask you to ditch your holiday plans for us, again, either."
He sighs. You feel your heart ache; he cares deeply about his kids, but he is definitely a workaholic. That is why you spend every chance you get at his house… well, that’s mostly why. But even then, you sometimes wish you stayed more to help, because Nanami works tireless double shifts, then spends his off days trying to make up for lost time with the kids.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," you say, attempting to comfort him. "You're an amazing father who is doing all he can. They love you so much."
He smiles and bows his head politely, so as to say thank you. "They love you as well. Sometimes, I think more than they do their mother."
You swallow a choke, before rutting out, “Surely not."
Before Nanami has the chance to reply, an older woman who you’d come to known as Agnes walks by with a large tray arraignment of bright green cocktails.
“Nanamin!” she shrieks out. “Where would you like me to put these? Very afraid of them falling. There’s drunkards crawling up the walls! I’ve already swept up sixteen broken glasses! Sixteen!”
You and Nanami turn to look at her with an equally astonished expression.
Nanami leans forward a bit to whisper in your ear, “My apologies in advance for her erratic behavior.”
Agnes is still staring wildly between the two of you as you giggle, awaiting further instructions from Nanami.
“Sit them wherever you think is safest,” he says calmly.
She huffs but ultimately takes his word, speeding off with her kitten heels clacking against the marble floor.
Nanami turns back to you and opens his mouth, but another voice cuts him off.
“Nanami, sir!”
You feel a twinge of irritation in your chest, but you really shouldn’t. He is the host and people need his attention. You should have seen this coming.
“Is everything okay?” he questions politely, turning to face the short brunette in front of him, who bats her eyelashes.
“I… I think that someone is fighting outside,” she says quickly, unable to keep eye contact.
Nanami is a smart man, though. “Oh? Well, what shall we do about that?”
“I thought you could run and stop them,” she says, twisting a piece of her hair around her finger, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye.
“I’m in no mood to be in the middle of a brawl,” he says sternly. “Have the butlers stop it, and remove them. You try not to get involved either.”
She huffs and spins on her heel, walking back through the living room with an angry stomp in her step.
Nanami clicks his tongue, “I really need to have her counseled in compulsive lying. She cries wolf so many times a day.”
You’ve never seen her before, she must be new. This makes you jealous all over again. She’s not quite as old as the rest of the workers, but still older than you. The issue is you see yourself in her, the uncontrollable pining over your shared boss. She just makes hers much more obvious.
Nanami clears his throat, and you notice too late how his hand has slithered to the small of your back.
“Perhaps we should escape somewhere more secluded, hm?” he says. “I really am enjoying our conversation. A shame we keep getting interrupted.”
You swallow thickly. The hair on your spine has raised at his sudden contact, making you shiver.
“Yes, that’s a good idea, sir,” you say, trying to hide how dry your voice has gotten.
Not another word is uttered before Nanami is swiftly whisking you off to another room; his hands now free of his drink and instead gently guiding you by his hand placement.
His gaze is not as focused on you as it is leading you both through the overwhelming crowd of people, and to the hall under the stairs that you know for a fact leads to his workspace. He moves his hands into yours as he gently pushes you ahead of him.
You take the lead and find yourself pushing open the big door to his study. Inside is a complete reflection of Nanami, his wealth and his cleanliness. Even his desk is free of papers, or any indication at all that he works in here.
You recall the days he works from home, in this very study, and he'd still be in his work suit, just minus the blazer. You'd let the kids sneak in on him, only once or twice thoughout the day, just to see his smile; and while you’re already there, you'd drop off a cup of hot coffee to help him plow through the rest of his shift.
He shuts the doors behind you both as you run to make yourself comfortable in his desk chair, spinning around like a child.
As you do so, you fail to see or hear his fingers slyly clicking the lock on the door.
“Much better,” Nanami breathes, moving to flick on a floor lamp in the corner, giving the study a soft, warm glow accompanied by the full Halloween moon. “Now, what were we discussing?”
“You, uh,” you clear your throat as you stop spinning in the chair to face him. “You really didn’t have to come in here just to talk to me. You are the man of the evening, you know.”
Nanami rolls his eyes, an out-of-character action you never thought you'd see, but one that looked so tasty, so sultry. God, you’re a pervert in heat - and your sweet, sweet boss is completely oblivious to the kind of horrible thoughts you have daily about him.
Nanami's now staring at you. His mouth is moving, but you have no idea what he had been saying.
"… to spend time with all of those shallow, insolent creatures,” you register, “when I have someone like you here?" He walks over to the desk and leans against it, right next to you now, as he crosses his arms over his massive chest. "We have never just sat down and talked. We always have little people depending on us or wanting our attention. Tonight, I’d like that to change.”
You let his words simmer for a moment. “What is it you’d like to talk about, Mr. Nanami?” you then question.
“What did I tell you about that ‘Mr.’ nonsense?” He frowns. “That makes me feel so old.”
"Sorry, sir," you gulp, not intending to upset him. You just can't help the way 'Mr.' and 'Sir' roll off your tongue, or how bad you enjoy seeing him shift uncomfortably at the use of the names.
"Meanie," he tuts, knocking you playfully with his leg. Another uncharacteristic action.
"What'd I do?" you blink, tilting your head as you look up at him.
"You mean besides drive me insane with your teasing?" he questions, before his eyes widen and he looks as though he's just spilled a secret. "I- wow, I am sorry. That is not what I meant to say."
"I drive you insane?" you echo. "I didn't even think you noticed my… teasing.”
Nanami's face is neutral, but his jaw is working under his skin. "I’m not naive, little fox." He lets out a breath. “This was truly an excellent costume choice.”
He leans forward and flicks the furry ear on your head.
“Thank you,” you smile. “I can’t say the same for yours. You hardly scream innocent bunny.”
“What about me isn’t innocent?” he raises a brow, standing off of the desk.
“I…” you blink as he walks around to the back of the desk chair. “You’re just, um…”
“Fox got your tongue?” he coos, spinning the chair so that you’re forced to face him.
You inhale a deep breath and hold it as heat travels through your stomach and right to the center of your thighs.
“You’re a man who is about his business,” you say. “I imagine you’ve… had a lot of life experiences,” you pause to remind yourself to breathe, but it’s hard because of how ferociously Nanami is staring into your eyes. “So you c-can’t be all that innocent…”
“You seem nervous,” he coos. “Here. Let’s stand up, I’ll sit down. Maybe that will help you to not be so tense, hm?”
Your body obeys before your mind catches on. You’re standing in a beat, and Nanami has replaced you on the chair. Your bottom hits the crease of his large desk, and you slam your hands down on the surface to balance yourself.
“Sorry,” you say, putting a hand up to cover your face. “I don’t mean to imply that you make me uncomfortable, sir.”
Nanami's pupils flash white, but it's gone so quickly, you might have imagined it. "If I do, please let me know immediately.”
“No,” you say, dropping your hand, “I just think we need to get to know each other better, right? Our entire relationship is through the kids. I know that your son’s favorite shade of green is kiwi, but I don’t even know your first name.”
Nanami chuckles at this. “You know, I was thinking exactly the same thing.” He taps your knee. “Kento, silly girl. My first name is Kento.”
"A-And your favorite color?” you continue, trying to ignore how close he’s moved the chair towards you, now that you have fully planted your bottom on his desk.
“Pink,” he says, serious as death.
You giggle. “Why pink?”
“It’s the color of my favorite thing to eat,” he says, slowly placing his arms on either side of your thick thighs, hands planted flat on the surface of the desk.
You think for a moment. “Strawberry ice cream?”
“No,” he cocks his blond head to the side and his eyes fall on your tights. “Try again.”
You pretend to think, though you fear you may be catching on now. “Hmm, dragonfruit?”
“Nah,” Nanami says, looking up at you through his eyelashes. His pupils have been dilated from the alcohol, but there is an unrelated darkness in his eye now. “Something I don’t even have to swallow.”
You gulp. “Oh,” your suspicions have been confirmed.
“Get it now, little fox?” he coos.
“Mhmm,” you taunt back. “Well, I suppose I came prepared with your favorite dish, then.”
“Did you?” His hands boldly make their way to the top of your thighs, barely hovering over the skin but enough to make the flesh there light on fire. “Prepared it all nice and pretty for me?”
“Yes sir,” you nod eagerly, feeling your own boldness appear as your knees slide further away from one another. “How do you like it?”
“Extra moist,” he grits hungrily, fingernails curving into your tights and shredding a thick rip! through the material.
You gasp, entire torso lurching forward as he drags the hole bigger and bigger.
“Sorry, little fox. They were in the way,” he shrugs an innocent shoulder. “And what should we do about these shorts? They’re in the way, too.”
“Then let’s get them off,” you whisper, hardly registering that such filth had been uttered.
This truly can’t be happening. Is Nanami… Kento Nanami actually going to eat you out? Are his hands really slithering up your waist and fumbling with the button on your shorts, or are you in some kind of sick daydream?
"Mr. Nanami-"
"Please," he holds up a hand, one still remaining on the button of your shorts. "Kento. Call me Kento."
"Kento," you echo softly, and his eyelashes flutter. “You really want to do this?”
Nanami sucks in a breath. Several moments of silence pass, then his fingers are gently pressing against your chin, and he has risen to tower above you. "Maybe it's the liquid courage in me that's pushing me," he says, "but I’m okay with that. I dream about you on my tongue, night after night. I need you, Y/N.”
Instead of allowing you to reply, Nanami's lips are assaulting yours in a flash. A harsh, irrational kiss from a man who's lost his battle of self control.
Your hands fly up to his face to balance yourself at the sheer force the shock of the kiss has on you. He groans softly into you as your lips mold together, getting used to the shapes of each other’s mouths.
You want to begin deepening the kiss, but Nanami is suddenly pulling away.
"I'm sorry," he says quickly. You look at his face; for a man who is always so calm and composed, he is flushed and even shaking a little. “I should have asked if that was okay.”
"Did you hear me complaining?" you ask sternly.
“No-”
“Then shut up and kiss me, Kento.”
He wastes no time obeying your command; this time as he kisses you, his hands find the soft skin where your hips crease into your thighs. You’re aware of your thighs rubbing against his stomach as he crawls further on top of you.
You slide your arms up around the back of his neck to hold onto him as his lips work pure ecstasy into your mouth.
You sigh against him and he digs his fingers into your sides to get you to do it again. Now his tongue is in your mouth, softly swirling your own, smacking fiercely on your lips as he does so.
You're panting now, but Nanami is swallowing your breath with every second. He's leaning his weight on his palm, so his body isn't quite attached to yours, but you want to make him lose his balance so he can crash down on top of you. Every moment that you stay like this, your cunt drips wetter and wetter, seeping through your shorts onto his desk.
"So perfect," Nanami utters into your mouth, "s'much sweeter than I deserve."
You frown at his self deprecation but don't comment, instead your hands start sliding down his chiseled back, exploring the deep ridges and shapes of pure, hard muscle.
Then, plop! You blink in shock as his bunny ears have fallen plum onto your face, nearly gauging out your eye.
"Oh," he gasps, breaking away from you. "Forgot about these."
He pulls away from you, standing upright but staying between your legs. You swallow a needy whine at his absence, before sitting up with him, staring expectantly.
"Think they'll look better on you though, huh, darling?" he coos, reaching over your head and plucking your fuzzy ears off. Then, he’s replacing them with his bunny ears. "There, that's more fitting. I feel much more like the hunter than the hunted.”
You tilt your chin defiantly. "Mm, so I'm just an innocent rabbit in the sights of a dangerous hunter?"
“Clever bunny,” Nanami murmurs, leaning forward and catching you by surprise with a wet kiss at the nape of your neck. You shudder. “Time for me to eat my latest catch, hm?”
“I-I guess so-”
“Oh, don't get shy now, bunny,” he mewls against your ear. “Do you want to do this?”
You pretend to consider it, but your dripping hole has already answered for you. "Yes, sir."
Nanami purrs in response and taps your earlobe with his perfect teeth - before you're being shoved back on the flat surface. Three quick beats occur. Beat, shorts off. Beat, tights off. Beat, panties sliding slowly down your legs.
"God," he says, hooking his fingers over the trim of the panties, which are light blue in color, accented by an adorable pink bow in the front. "All this time, I could've had you like this, if only-” he cuts himself off to lean down and place a kiss to your inner knee.
Your nerves send repeated quivers over you. You dig your nails into the desk, but your palms are so sweaty that your hand slips. Nanami catches you, a heavy hand on your lower back, the other hand entangling in your panties and proceeding to rip them all the way off. Your clothes are now in a discarded pile to the right of you, fuzzy tail and ears a reminder of what got you into this position in the first place.
“Well we can make up for lost time now,” you whisper, sliding your feet farther apart until your knees are angled into the air - gaping pussy winking up at Nanami.
His eyes nearly jump from his body as he watches you open up for him, glistening cunt all in his face. He's sinking back down into the chair before either of you really processes it, and his heavy palms fall flat on your inner thighs.
"She's s'pretty, sweetheart," he coos, the breath from his words tickling your clit and making you writhe pathetically. "Haven't even touched you yet. Why are you shaking?”
You whine out in embarrassment. Something about your most perverted fantasies coming alive before you, Nanami talking to you like this, and him staring directly at the forbidden parts you'd never thought he'd see, is depleting your confidence.
"What's wrong, bunny?" he asks, reading your expression. "You look like you are second guessing this."
"N-No!" you cry out, making him jump, before you sigh. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell. No, I want to. I'm just embarrassed."
"Why?" he perks a brow, astonished.
"Because you're so..." you huff uncomfortably, "fine, and here I am, of course anyone would be embarrassed of their own genitals, y'know I just kind of never expected this and-”
"Y/N," Nanami interrupts. "I've seen plenty of these before; all different types, sizes and colors. I am going to devour you regardless of what you think.”
You swallow thickly. Your head nods like a puppet, though you're unsure if that's you saying you understand, or telling him to go ahead.
While you're deciding, Nanami plants a kiss to your bikini line, then slides his hands to wrap his arms around your thighs so that it's now impossible for you to close them. Your stomach is on fire, and you're on the verge of gyrating your pelvis right into his stupidly perfect face.
"Tell me you want this, bunny," Nanami rasps, placing another loud kiss to your inner thigh.
"I want this," you confirm again, "want you."
You don't have to say anything else because his mouth has already found your clit. Warm breath travels between your folds as he keeps his tongue narrowed out to swirl agonizingly slow circles over the bulb.
Your hips convulse against his strength. It does nothing except prompt Nanami to flatten his whole mouth over your heat and pick up speed with his tongue.
"Oh, ohh," you drawl, your hands leaving the desk surface and going right through his fine hair. His hold on you ensures you can’t fall backwards, but you’re gripping his roots for dear life.
He grumbles against your cunt and you feel it all the way up to your ovulating uterus. The desire to have your womb house more of his children starts to enter your brain and you have to remind yourself that this is just sex.
Oh, but it's so much more than that. Nanami's taking his time to work your body, to know exactly which pace makes you cry out like a pathetic fucktoy, noting when you wriggle under his grip, as he pushes his fingertips into the flesh on your legs.
His warm tongue keeps your puffy lips parted effortlessly; lathering you up with his saliva, drinking in the fluid your body creates more of each second.
You sit up farther to look down at him; his eyebrows are furrowed and focused, his cheeks hollowed as he treats your twitching clit like his tongue’s dance partner.
He swirls, flicks, slurps - each variation unlocking a new noise from you as you fight back your orgasm.
As you watch him, your fucked-out, needy brain begins to tell you would give him whatever he wanted in this moment; six children and a house from scratch if that's what he requested. Because he deserves it; the way his tongue’s now dipping slightly into your desperate hole, making your hips jerk from the desk until he counter-forces them with his hands.
"Where do you think you're going?" he snaps, grazing his teeth over your clit.
You can’t even speak; he’s eaten your voice right out of you. His head shakes side to side as he plants his mouth back on you and peers up through his blond lashes, daring you to pull that stunt a second time.
Your hands are still deeply entangled in his roots, but at this point you can't keep your eyes in the front of your head. Your head lolls back on your neck as your hips twitch with an unholy amount of momentum. Your moans are growing dangerously loud; knowing full well there's an entire party nearby, as well as the possibility of nosy maids. Not that either of you care.
"Kento, s-so good," you lament, bucking your hips into his chin as if you could chase more pleasure than he's already giving you. The heat in your stomach is the first indication that your pleasure is morphing into an orgasm, but you don’t want to cum yet.
You want to try and run again, just to give yourself a little time to catch up…
The minute Nanami feels your hip bones sliding away from him, he pulls his mouth off of you; your orgasm slipping away. You take a deep breath in regret.
“Someone must not want to cum,” he taunts, keeping his mouth close to your trickling cunt. “Need you to stay still.”
“I can’t,” you breathe, trembling.
“Try for me?” Nanami requests softly, lifting your thighs into the air before plopping your feet flat on his shoulders.
He plants a heavy kiss to your clit after the adjustment in your position and you dig your toes into his back.
“F-For you,” you repeat mindlessly, brain officially scrambled like a breakfast platter.
“Mmh-” Nanami grunts, planting his fat tongue back between your slick folds, working his jaw intensely to finish pulling the orgasm out of you. He sticks the narrow tip back at your hole, flicking the rim of the inside as if it’s his purpose for living.
Your toes lift into the air as Nanami tests your flexibility, pushing your knees next to your ears. With the pressure built up in your stomach, you barely have time to mutter out the announcement of your orgasm before you're cumming all over his tongue and clenching your walls around the wet muscle.
"Give it to me, bunny," he moans, words muffled because of the way you're gripping his tongue with your pussy.
You keep shaking for a solid thirty seconds, because he is refusing to take his tongue out of you. When finally you’ve calmed to a slight twitch, he removes his face from between your thighs and the entire lower half of his face glistens in the light.
"That's one," he murmurs to himself, crawling back over you to plant a sloppy kiss on your lips. "You did so well. You taste so sweet, bun.”
"Can I return the favor?" you ask needily, dragging your palm down his chest.
He grinds his pelvis across your lower half, so that you can feel the sheer length of his bulge beneath his pants. "What for?"
Your eyes widen at just how large it feels; surely it's smaller than it appears.
"Wanna please you, sir," you babble out, watching his eyebrows furrow at the self-proclaimed pet name.
"Hm, think that ship sailed long ago,” he chuckles, rubbing his clothed dick against your inner thigh this time, and now, you take notice of the warm trail of precum that’s leaked through his pants onto your skin.
You dig your nails into his chest instead of replying. He bites back a groan and kisses your neck.
“I’m going to have to restrain you if you want’a keep being so touchy," he whispers sternly.
"I do have handcuffs," you say, following it with a giggle. Though you’re only half joking.
"That's cute," he mewls. "You think I need handcuffs to restrain you?" He pauses. "What's that you said? That I'm twice your size?"
You swallow thickly, remembering that you had, in fact, said that.
"So I can, and will easily pin you down, bun," he continues. "Don't act up, and I won't have to, yeah?"
You wish you can say you won’t, but if he thinks you dislike the idea of being pinned down, he must not be faking his innocence, like you’d thought.
A moment later, he's standing away from you, and his hands expertly unbutton his shirt. You watch him with desire, and he smiles a little shyly at you as he shrugs off the garment and tosses it to the floor.
“Funny, you’ve seen me shirtless before,” he says suddenly. “Why do I feel a bit nervous about it this time?”
You giggle and cock your head to the side, legs still spread wide. “Should’ve always felt nervous. I’m a huge pervert, y’know.”
Nanami dips his head before coming back to be close to your body again, his fingers mindlessly tugging on the hem of your shirt now.
“I know,” he whispers. “A little minx, you are.”
“Took you long enough to realize it, hm?” you tease as you lift your arms to assist him in removing the shirt. But you are caught off guard when he doesn’t continue.
"You're still sure you want to do this?" he questions, changing the subject. “I'm sorry. I'm going to ask a hundred times, it’s just a habit.”
"Yes, Kento," you rasp frustratingly. "Do I have to get on my knees and beg to be fucked for you to get it?"
He blinks, stunned, as if that is not something he ever considered; but does sound appealing to him.
"No," he says quickly, slowly lifting your shirt further over your body. "How did we end up here, hm? Was this your plan from the moment you crashed my Halloween party?"
"Uh-uh," you say innocently, as he pulls the shirt over your head. Now you sit completely naked in front of him - save for the bunny ears on your head.
"I get the feeling you're a big, fat liar," he teases, leaning back over you, now your stomachs are touching and everywhere your skin meets is tingling. "Didn't I tell you to be a good girl? Good girls don't lie."
“‘M not lying," you argue. "Admit you were over here waiting for me to show up all night."
"Maybe I was," he murmurs, dragging his top teeth over the connection between your neck and your shoulder before planting a wet kiss on your collar bone. "And you came for me, like always."
A gasp erupts from your throat and Nanami cuts it off by sliding his hand there. He uses his fingers to apply the gentlest amount of pressure to the sides of your neck and your body arches against him.
"Tell me if anything I do is too much for you, little fox," he coos in your ear before dropping his hand from your neck and standing back straight to quickly unbuckle his belt.
He slides the garment out of his belt loops, and discards it to the side, on top of your clothes. So in other words: close by.
"Kento," you pant, "please."
"Please what?" he questions, raising a brow innocently as he pops open the button to his tight pants - visibly taking a deep breath as his bulge pokes free.
"You're dragging this out," you whine. "I've needed you for so long. This is torture."
"So what?" he shrugs, allowing his pants to fall to the floor, where he steps out of them.
"I..." you cut yourself off with a frustrated grunt.
"You said please, but you aren't using your words, little fox.” He slides his body back over yours - his boxers now being the only barrier between you. "What do you want?"
"You, your cock, your mouth," you pant all of it out in one quick sentence. "I... I just need you inside of me, Mr. Nanami."
Your breasts rub against his hard chest, teasing your achingly hard nipples. Just so pathetic. Can’t control yourself. Your brain's swirling with desire and ecstasy for him. If he can't read your mind, you're sure he can see it in your face.
"Okay, sweetheart," he says, voice returning to its usual softness, "you got me. All yours."
He tugs his boxers down quickly, desperately. Now your hips are aligned to each other's. He's still hovering, his cock not even touching you yet. He slides a hand between your legs as his other keeps you steady, gripping harshly on your hip which is sure to leave a delicious bruise.
Your arms wrap around his neck and he drags his mouth across your jaw before attaching his lips to your neck. His fingers gather the drip from your hole, and then he slides them up through your folds and to your clit. He swirls the fingers softly, keeping his ear right next to your mouth so that he can hear exactly what he’s doing to you.
Your legs shake against his ribs while you moan for him, and he grunts as he takes in all of your body's reactions to his touch.
He goes to try and put a finger in your cunt but you grab his wrist. He does not argue with you, which should be a red flag, but you think you’ve won until he takes the hand he had been using to play with you and grips your wrist, yanking it back, and your entire body goes falling against the desk.
Somehow, both of your wrists are being pinned to the wood in one large hand now. You whine and squirm under him, but he doesn't care. His free hand grabs his cock.
He takes the heavy tip and taps it against your clit several times, each time causing you to gasp and arch against him.
"That's right," he whispers above you. "No escaping now, bun."
You blink up at him, lifting your hips to grind your pussy on him, which causes his lips to part and his eyebrows to furrow.
You open your mouth, tongue flying out, wanting to appeal to another twisted fantasy. “Need your spit,” you mumble shyly.
He seems to ponder for a moment before he realizes what exactly it is you are asking, and a moment later he is leaning forward, dripping a warm glop of saliva from his mouth down your throat.
“Mmh-” you moan as you swallow happily, before looking down between your legs where he is finally done lubricating himself on your juice. He's staring at you hopelessly, as if he’s thinking that putting his cock in you isn't going to be enough.
“So nasty,” he coos, “ready for me, sweetheart?”
"Hngh- please," you beg.
Not a second later, hot pressure is at your hole. Nanami slides his hips upward to push himself deeper, deeper, deeper - the girth feeling like it's going to simply rip you in half.
You shriek and shut your eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to pass. It doesn't.
You feel so embarrassed as he takes his free hand to lift up your left thigh, because pain shoots up through your stomach - and not the good kind.
"Ah- wait," you cry out, eyes falling open.
Nanami stops immediately. "What's the matter?"
"It... it hurts," you admit shyly, biting your lip. "Wh-Why d'you have to be so big?"
"Why d'you have to be so tight?" he chuckles back, but carefully slides out of you. "Hang on. I know what will help, little fox."
He pulls away from you, letting go of your wrists to lean over and dig into a random drawer in his desk. You have no idea what he could possibly be doing until he stands back straight, a hand still holding up your leg, while the other holds a small, light pink, bullet-shaped rubber object.
"Brand new," he says, eyeing it as he rotates it between his fingers. "Just put batteries in it."
You swallow as you realize what this implies. He knew he was going to fuck you - or at least, that he was going to use this toy on you at some point. Or, a third worse thing: it hadn't been for you at all.
You don’t want to think about that possibility, though.
He hands the little toy to you, a small buzz coming from it already.
"Hold it for me," he instructs. "I need my hands to keep my prey from running."
You gulp and do as he says, and again he is taking his cock head and pushing it against you, before it slides through the gummy entrance and you cry out again.
You hold the toy to your clit and the feeling travels straight through your veins. You focus on the vibrations and before you can even inhale again, your insides are completely full.
"Deep breaths, bun," he grunts, "feel her o-opening up… now.”
Did he just stutter? Kento Nanami, who's always so composed. You'd made him lose his wording. You.
Nanami takes his hands and pulls your knees up, holding them to his sides, while you keep your hand occupied on the little bullet between your legs.
The combination of the toy plus his cock filling you up and molding your walls against it has you aching to spill over, already.
Now that the searing has begun to dissolve, his cock is gliding effortlessly inside of you - feeling as though the organ was crafted to fit you perfectly. Your juices cover every inch of him, delicious squelches creating a symphony with your moans as Nanami's pace quickens.
He has his hands still pressed on your thighs but he leans forward and gently pulls a nipple into his warm mouth. You don't know what to do with your free hand, so it ends up on his back, nails mercilessly breaking open his skin. He hisses and nips your nipple between his teeth.
"Fuck. Me," he groans, pulling away from your chest to look down at you. You want to make a comment about how you already are, but he just looks so fucked out - so vulnerable. Lips puffy and wet, eyes shut tight, hair dangling over his forehead.
He’s ruined.
He claws his fingers into your outer thighs. His fingers dig so hopelessly into you as his cock swirls your insides, his hips now moving in a rhythmic wave motion.
Your hand falls away from your clit with the toy and you hardly notice that it's gone because now, his pelvis is brushing over it, sweat practically gluing the two of you together.
"Aw," he purrs, and you look up to see that his eyes are staring directly between your legs. "You’re creaming all over me. Shit - your cunt looks so good, swallowing me up.”
Your face heats and you take your hands to grip his arms, as he's now drilling into you so torturously that you're gliding up the desk - the sweat on your back making your skin slick. He notices you're moving away and shifts his hands to grab your hips, holding you down onto him, and now his fat tip is violating your cervix.
"H-Hah Kento, ngh - God," is all you can manage to say, but there’s nothing holy about what his cock is doing to you, as he angles himself upward, attacking your uterus from a new direction.
You shriek, so horribly loud. It sounds like a horror movie - which is fitting. You’ve nearly forgotten that it’s Halloween night; the moon full, your passions like the tides, being pulled to their peak.
You desperately feel a needy confession on your lips but you know that now isn't the time. You can't love a man you don't date... right? But you definitely love the way he's tearing up your insides, sure to leave you swollen and limping.
"I don't remember telling you that you could remove your hand," he snaps, realizing you’ve removed the bullet, "put it back. Now."
You shake your head, begging for mercy. "Was too much, c-can't take it."
"Yes you can," he whispers, leaning forward and hovering his mouth over yours, cognac-scented breath teasing your parted lips. "Put it back, or I stop."
You whine and obey, the vibration revisiting your clit making your body convulse against him.
"Mhmm, like that sweetheart," Nanami coos, staring at you as your face twists every couple of seconds from the introduction of new kinds of pleasure. "Stick that tongue back out for me."
Your mouth is open, drool practically spilling out of the sides in a millisecond. He's spitting another alcoholic saliva drop into your mouth the next.
His breath is ragged as he drags out, "Thought I knew everything. But y’teaching - hah - me new things. Like how I can never live without your pretty pussy, ever again."
You quiver your lip and dig your nails into his back again, ready to cum on his cock.
"S-Stop talking like that," you grit out. "G-Gonna cum if you don't stop."
"Is that supposed to scare me?" he questions harshly. "You can cum over and over. I’m not finished with you."
You shake your head, but before you can fire back, Nanami is suddenly sliding himself out of you. You panic and sit up, staring at him with wide eyes as he drops to sit on the chair.
His hands come up to grab your hips roughly, and he's effortlessly pulling you down off of the desk. Your stomach makes contact with his thighs as he lays you over his lap like a disobedient child.
"Nanami?" you breathe, but he doesn't seem to hear you at all.
"We just needed to pause for a second," he says softly, running a hand down your spine and over the hill of your ass. His voice is very misleading, as are his gentle gestures; you have no idea what's coming.
"N-No," you whine, "I was so close."
"But, naughty bunny, didn’t you tell me to stop?" he questions, distracting you from the fact that his fingers are sliding between your asscheeks and down to your swollen hole.
You jerk in his lap as two of his fingers glide down your slick, parting your thick lips, repeating the process several times just to watch you squirm.
“Y-Yes, but-”
“What’d I tell you about lying?” he grits, and a blink later his fingers have parted from your skin.
You turn to scold him and his hand cracks down on the back of your thighs.
You yelp, but the action exhilarates you in some kind of disgusting way.
“Oh, and here’s another for calling me Nanami,” he spits, another crack landing on your backside but this time - higher, and harder.
“K-Kento, I’m sorry,” you whine, but you truly don’t want it to stop. Your fingers dig into his leg and he hisses, his cock jerking against your stomach as his body responds.
“How sorry, bun?” he coos, voice faking softness before another pop! of his palm stings your skin.
“I’ll be good, promise,” you whisper, arching your hips up to encourage another smack.
“You like this, don’t you, naughty bunny?” he realizes suddenly, and you try to shake your head in denial - but he’s caught on. “Hm. I’ll only accept your apology if you give me two more orgasms. Deal?”
“Two?” you cry. “I-I’ve already had one!”
“Good things always cum in threes, baby,” he murmurs, running his hand over the pretty hand-shaped welps he’s left on your skin. “You can give it to me. You want to be good, don’t you?”
You don’t know when the shift happened, but you loved it. You loved how he was letting his soft facade crumble to the ground so that he could truly slap you around like you were just a hole. Truthfully, that’s all you wanted to be. Wanted to let him take out the stress of being a single father on your guts, fill you up with more babies to care for, and then kiss you on the forehead when it was all done.
Pathetic. This is still your employer, your boss. And not to mention how much older he is. You don’t care, but you’re unsure if he does.
“I wanna cum again, please,” you beg, wriggling your ass up to show him you still needed punishment.
He groans before his two thick fingers are pressing between your lips and then, shoving through the soft ring at your center.
Your body shamelessly arches, but he allows your arms to stay free, clawing into his skin wherever you can get a grip.
Nanami is making his own noises above you but you’re on the verge of tears, wailing and carrying on as he fucks you with his fingers, curling the tips into your squishy ridges to try and drive the cum out of you faster.
“Maybe we should get one of those tails with a plug,” he comments, tone implying he’s thinking out loud. “It’s a shame I didn’t get to see you in your cute little tail while I fuck you.”
“Hngh - no, mmh…” you don’t even know what noises to make anymore. Words escape your brain.
Nothing but mush and the burning of your approaching orgasm are on your mind.
“Hold it in for me,” Nanami requests suddenly, “I’ll tell you when I’m ready for it, sweetheart.”
“God,” you shake your head and clench your thighs, but Nanami’s strong hand forces them back apart.
Your toes curl on the other side of the chair, your head falling forward. The pulse in Nanami’s cock is still drumming against your abdomen, as if knocking on your tummy to threaten you to hold your orgasm.
“I-I can’t,” you say, “Please, can I-”
“Cum.”
Nasty, wet squelches don’t stop as your body sends you over the edge. Your vision blacks and you shake so hard that you nearly roll right to the floor.
He hums approvingly, slowing his fingers down as you clench around them. “Good job, bun. Only one more to go.”
“I can’t take another,” you shake your head, as he gently guides you up into a sitting position on his lap.
“You’re so strong,” he says, “the perfect person for me. The way you always take care of me and the kids, how you fit so effortlessly into our little family. I know you can do this for me, sweetheart. Let me repay you for all that you do for us. Make you feel good.”
You hadn’t expected this little speech. It almost brings you to tears as Nanami gently rubs your back, sliding his free arm underneath your legs to lift you princess-style back onto the desk.
“Say something,” he begs, his voice hoarse.
“I wanted to be good for you,” you grin softly, and he smiles back as he runs his hands gently over the top of your legs. “But you want to be good for me. Which is it?”
“Both,” Nanami whispers. “I told you that you already do everything that keeps me content. Now, I want to please you.”
You realize that he is passing his power off to you. Letting his dominance slip through his fingers and right into the palm of your hand. You think you can handle being in control for your final orgasm, so you grip him harshly by his cock and scoot your ass to the edge of the desk.
He moans so softly that it could have been a whimper. You take his curvy length and drag it up to be aligned with your hole.
“Is your cock alone gonna please me, hm?” you purr, swirling your hips to tease his cock head, salty precum spreading across your hole.
“Y-yes ma’am,” he mutters, body lurching forward as if he’s the overstimulated one.
“Prove it,” you quip, shoving him back inside of you before pushing your hips down onto him.
You furrow your eyebrows to try and pretend the pain of him entering isn’t still intense. You lift yourself off of your palms and feet, using them to fuck down onto his twitching cock.
“Hah - Y/N,” he speaks your name in two sultry syllables, putting his hands on the desk to fully release his control as you use him.
“Baby, I need to fill you up,” he continues, “b-but if you don’t want me to…”
“Yes,” you say, “want me to have your babies, Mr. Nanami?”
“Oh,” he whimpers, “shit. Shit, don’t say stuff like that.”
You whirl your hips on him in the shape of an ‘O.’
“Want to breed me?” you continue. “Make me all big and pregnant?”
“That’s enough,” he snaps suddenly, hand clamoring down on the belt that is to your side, before he grips the garment in his hand. He sits up from where he’d been leaning on you, before taking the leather and slithering it around your neck, pulling it through the buckle, and yanking it towards him like you’re just a pathetic bitch on a leash.
“You had your fun,” he grits, “now you need to remember your place, bunny. I’m going to fill you to the brim until your cunt can’t take anymore and it drips back out of you, got it?”
“Mmh,” you pull against his belt as your hips are no longer the once controlling the pace. “Nanami, n-nooo…”
Your voice tapers off as he fucks you, fucks you so good and hard and mean until you’re drooling and crying and shaking and hissing and-
“Cumming!” you scream, but Nanami shows no signs of slowing down.
“That’s it,” he says. “Number three. What about four?”
“Y-You said…”
“Oh, you’re the only one who gets to lie around here?” he chuckles, a deep hypnotic sound that vibrates against your chest. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m gonna - ngh” and one viscid moment later, Nanami begins to shudder, and it is the beginning of the end.
You cannot tell if you are mourning or rejoicing the conclusion of this insane chain of events, but you forget all about it when Nanami is spurting hot semen all over your taut, spongey walls - that are now sore and quivering from the excessive abuse.
Your name leaves his lips in between the sultry noises he makes, and his body jerks on top of you until he’s finished spewing his load. Now, he stands in front of you with his head dipped down as he pants for several seconds.
“Do you understand how addicting you are?” are the first words that leave his lips after he is able to drag his head up to look at you.
You’re focused on your own huffing as you try to come up with a witty response, but with your brain so fucked out, the only thing you can mutter is “Oh, Kento.”
He nestles his sweaty face into your neck and plants a feathery kiss there, reminding you that he is still the same gentle Nanami that tucks his children in bed at night and drinks green tea in the garden.
He is everything you have dreamed of, but the sex had truly sealed it. Now, as he slips out of you and his cum follows soon after, you feel your post-high clarity morphing into embarrassment at the fact that all you’d been feeling is lust; Nanami deserves so much more than that, including his recognition as a father.
“Why are you staring at me? Have I still got your nectar on my face?” he jokes, and you admire his ability to loosen the tension.
“I’m sorry,” you say meekly, “I just think you are amazing. I don’t want you to think I really did just come for some cock.”
At this, he laughs so hard that his torso shakes. You smile, as it is rare to hear, and you are the cause of it.
He grabs his shirt and begins to use it to wipe himself off, then does the same for you, his movements intentional and gentle as he cleans you up, rubbing all of the puffy, red reminders on your body softly.
“I don’t think that,” he says with a crooked smile. “But whatever the case, I do hope that things have… changed between us.”
You scoff. “I should hope so,” you tease, tilting your head as he stops his hands on your body. “I hope you’re not going around making every person who comes near you cum three times in one sitting and expect to just be friends.”
He grins. “Nah, that treatment is reserved for you, bun.” His hands slide up your hair and pat the fuzzy ears on your head. “We should keep these around, though. But I’d like to take you out before we use them again.”
You wrap your arms around his shoulders and bring his face to yours, planting a gentle kiss on his nose. “Of course. You did say good things come in threes,” you grin. “The sex was one. The date will be two. What’s three?”
And your question gets answered nine months later, when Nanami proposes to you on a white beach in another country.
…Right before you go into labor.
But of course, once the baby is out, it’s time to start on number 4 the following Halloween.
A/N 2.0
ty all sm for the love on this series so far i’m rlly havin the time of my life writing all these twisted monster-fucker stories ^.^
something about the girthiness of their veiny cock.
something about the way their swollen red tip push your meaty pussy lips apart, ripping through the sticky gummy walls of your pussy.
something about the way their fat cocks pound the cervix of your needy wet pussy.
heavy balls slamming with a wet sound against your soft ass with each hard thrust.
veiny thick forearm flexing as they keep your little sore pussy spread, gaped wide open ready to feed on cock.
pushing your leg next to your head, putting you in a position you never thought you could be put in.
leaning in close to your face while their rough hands never leaving your legs, sweat dripping from their messy hair as they huff, grunt like a dog in heat, rutting into your pussy.
something about them got you obsessed.
so obsessed to the point you had no dignity, being degraded like that at your work place.
your wet pussy gaped widen open at the meeting table. hot fluid gushing from your twitching hole, dripping down the table, coating it with your sticky juice.
four hungry eyes on you, four heavy cocks out, swollen with boiled cum that was ready to be fucked in you.
you were blindfolded, a chokeball was pushing down your wet tongue causing you to drool everywhere, warm saliva dripping down your lips.
you can feel a rough finger slowly circling your puffy clit before trailing down and circling your hole.
"already this fucking wet?". your boss, sukuna tsk at the filthy mess your pussy was making.
he doesn't give you time to react to his words because he already shoved two of his thick fingers deep inside your leaking hole.
two fingers turn into four fingers. your eyes were crossed, choking on your own drool as you tremble. you can feel sukuna slowly shoving his whole fist into your already sore pussy.
you hear gojo groaning behind sukuna as he watches the way your poor little pussy was spurting juice everywhere, trying to swallow sukunas fist.
your hole was gaping wide open as it gets hammered by his fist, your needy pussy sucks his whole fist in with a squelchy wet sound.
he was ripping your pink gooey walls apart, sukuna hiss as he feels the warmth and stickiness of your walls gripping his fist tightly.
"tryin to milk' my fucking fist? hm?". sukuna growls before pounding his hand further into your pussy, creating a belly bludge. your eyes widen, a muffled scream rip out of you as you feel him hitting your cervix, you can feel him in your belly.
he doesn't give you time to adjust. his fist was already thrusting out with a wet sloppy pop, your pussy was gaping open, your gummy slimey walls were visible to the other men in the room, before he shoves it back in.
your pussy effortlessly sucks his fist back in, the lewd sound of your swollen pussy being fisted filled the room.
sukunas fist kept bludging your belly as he fucks it in, and the bludge dissolve as he fucks it out. drill it inside your belly.
you were choking on your sobs, getting treated like nothing but a pussy socket.
you were squirting everywhere with each pound of his fist, hot fluid flying across the room as your warm cum was spurting down his forearm, spilling, dripping and coating his shirt that was rolled up his forearm.
they didn't go to waste, because little did you know toji was rubbing his fat cock on the table that was coated with your hot fluid.
coating his swollen pink tip with your juice, mixing it with his precum that was leaking down his veiny dick.
your mind was to foggy, to fucked to realize gojo and geto were stroking their meaty cock in front of your face.
panting as they squeeze their sensitive tip one last time before hot piss shoot directly into your choked mouth.
mixing with the drool that was dripping down your lips.
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XAVIER. ꒱
lazy humping. ⋆ grinding yourself on him. ⋆ missionary w your legs closed. ⋆ freakydeaky. ⋆ thigh fucking. ⋆ kissing & eaing you out. ⋆ to your satisfaction. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ exhibitionism.
SYLUS. ꒱
taking it w no complaints. ⋆ handsy when handling you. ⋆ size kink. ⋆ using your throat to his liking. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ cute girl treatment. ⋆ chained & ruined. ⋆ had to add this in.
ZAYNE. ꒱
riding him in the bathtub. ⋆ tease me, baby. ⋆ clit rubs. ⋆ lingerie fucking. ⋆ late night heat. ⋆ in the shower. ⋆ undressing & stripping you down. ⋆ blowjob in cute bunny ears.
RAFAYEL. ꒱
stay still. ⋆ kitchen counter. ⋆ backshots & the plushies witnessing. ⋆ fucking you into the mattress. ⋆ fingering selection. ⋆ stretching your holes out for fun. ⋆ a wins a win.
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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱
plap plap plap. ⋆ reversed cowgirl. ⋆ penetration + fingering. ⋆ demolishing your pussy. ⋆ exhibitionism. ⋆ pounding you from the back. ⋆ breath play. ⋆ you’re so easy to break. ⋆ riding him.
CHOSO KAMO. ꒱
jerking him off while making out. ⋆ choso being affectionate. ⋆ working your hand on him. ⋆ polite roughhousing. ⋆ worshiping you. ⋆ gameplay. ⋆ overstimulation. ⋆ 69ing. ⋆ bdsm.
NANAMI KENTO. ꒱
idk but the watch is soooo giving nanami. ⋆ thrusting inside his cute girl. ⋆ sitting on his lap. ⋆ wearing tiny skirts to get him to fuck you. ⋆ touching you. ⋆ what a pretty sight. ⋆ riding him.
GOJO SATORU. ꒱
his way of taking care of you. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ rubbing your clit. ⋆ mutual masturbation. ⋆ gojo coded. ⋆ folded missionary. ⋆ grinding yourself on him. ⋆ semi-public. ⋆ spooning you.
GETO SUGURU. ꒱
ghostface leaving you brainfucked. ⋆ cnc w ghostface. ⋆ helping you shove a dildo up your hole. ⋆ fingering you while pampering you with kisses. ⋆ fucking you too good. ⋆ bath sex.
SUKUNA RYOMEN. ꒱
nasty backshots. ⋆ he only feeds his cock to bimbos. ⋆ taped up cunt. ⋆ bdsm. ⋆ hes so mean when fucking you. ⋆ headlock. ⋆ at his service. ⋆ manhandling. ⋆ pounding you from below.
Wearing nothing but Heeseung’s varsity jacket as you jerk him off in his bedroom, not stopping until he’s coming all over your tits
Early morning quickie with tit-fixated Heeseung before he leaves for work
— 𝐉𝐀𝐘 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Jay fucking into you all rough and fast from behind til you’re a screaming mess beneath him while he uses your hair like a leash
Jay fingering your cunt so good that you can’t help but kick your feet and whine with pleasure
— 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Lazy mutual masterbation with roommate Jake after he got bored of playing video games with you
Letting Jake hit it from the back after a friends Halloween party in those matching Spider-Man costumes because y’all just looked too cute not to fuck
— 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Sunghoon lighting a blunt as you get situated between his bare thighs, right before treating him to some nice head on the couch
Just jealous boyfriend Sunghoon fucking you full of his cum in the back of his truck for everyone to see after he caught you flirting with another member
— 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Sunoo telling you to play with your clit while he fingers you because he loves making a squirming mess of you
Letting needy Sunoo fuck you in nothing but your thigh high heart socks to start the day off strong
— 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Jungwon gripping at your ass with his pretty hands as he struggles to hide his moans while you ride him
You and Jungwon couldn’t sleep one night so he lets you ride his fingers in your pretty pink miniskirt while he pumps his cock
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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.
A/N : I decided to post this little sneak tonight since you guys have been waiting so so long. This is not edited yet so please excuse any grammar errors. Thank you💕 :)
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“No secrets? I-I know what you did.” You accused in between sobs, your hands planted firmly on the floor as you shifted your body weight towards your right leg that left you in an awkward sitting position. It was hard to ignore the chills running down your entire body, your mind struggled to focus on what you wanted to scream at him.
He turned his head to look down at you. His penetrating gaze meeting yours at last.
“I know that you were the one that made my professor accuse me of plagiarism.” You said after another intake of breath. “ You did it, didn’t you? You blackmailed him! Just like you did to me. Just like you do to everyone in order to get your way. I don’t know with what but you did.”
He was silent. Just quietly looking at you.
Your short breaths only quickened, the horrible feeling coming in waves, stopping then gaining more force. You felt like you were stuck in a mid fall. It felt like years passed before Jungkook slowly made his way over to you, your eyes traced over the slight twitch of his fingers and cubic steel bracelet around his wrist. He bent down to your level and you felt his fingers lifting your chin up at him. You knew he could feel you shaking because he angled your face towards him again when you tried to look off to the side, his set gaze halting your rapid eye movements.
“Seems like a little birdie has been talking.” He whispered to you, he almost sounded disappointed. “That just won’t do, baby.”
You felt the sudden urge to slap him but you went to push him away instead. He caught your arms before you could do so, pushing them towards his chest and pulling your whole body closer to him. His actions were rough and careless. An indicator of just how much you’ve pissed him off this time. You could feel your teeth chattering now, your panic attack reaching its peak as you felt your vision blur. It was as if someone had poured a bucket of ice all over you except you wished someone actually had just to rid you of this feeling.
“You know she’s right, you know I’m right. That’s why you’re so upset.” You went on as you squirmed in his hold.
“How easily you’ve forgotten what she’s done to you. Is it that easy to fool you, baby? Does that bitch really have such a tight hold on you still that you that you accept her words as truth without question?” He sounded a parent scolding a small foolish child over taking sweets from a stranger.
He was wrong. Your once all-consuming love for Eunji had turned into a grudge that you couldn’t shake off. She might’ve been a horrible friend but why would she lie about something like that? It seemed too specific. It seemed like she knew more than she was willing to admit and for some reason that only angered you more. She knew more yet she had given you crumbs in return. Was that the plan all along or was she making you a victim of her selfish bitterness again? Even after everything, it was hard for you to believe she hated you that much.
Because you had seen it. You had seen a fragment of sincerity in her eyes earlier. A small piece of pity, no matter how fleeing.
“Ask your little boyfriend what he was doing walking into Professor Clark’s classroom a few weeks ago.”
You swore you had heard it in her voice too. As if she had been doing you one last favor. Granting you one last bit of kindness for all those years spent together being thrown away. But the more you ponder over it, the more Jungkook’s planted seed of doubt began to grow its roots. Had you only seen what you had hoped to?
“You accuse me of lying to you over some gossip your little fake friend filled your head with? It didn’t take long for you to go running back into her arms, did it? Where is your pride?” The disgust in his voice would be hard to fake and you had to look away from the sheer sincerity in it.
“I didn’t run back to her! I wanted answers and-"
“And did you find them?” He cut you off, eyes searching your face like something in it had already granted him the answer. “No, of course you didn’t baby. You let her have the last laugh again.”
Again.
“How would she know to make that connection and why would she lie about her seeing you walk into our professor’s classroom weeks ago.” You hissed back at him eagerly grasping to take control of the conversation that he had so easily overpowered in seconds.
God, you really couldn’t breath.
“Do you hear yourself? You’re asking me why a girl that has been jealous and spiteful towards you for years would try and scheme against you for sleeping with her ex-boyfriend! ” Jungkook sneered back and you flinched at the sudden raise of volume in his voice.
“Lying comes as easily as breathing to some. Haven’t you learned that by now? You really are more naive than I thought if you have yet to realize how unkind this world is and how often people like you get trampled over.”
You let out another quivering sob, growing more and more upset by his words. You might be naive but you weren’t that naive to not realize that he wasn’t the one who should be saying this to you. Him of all people. It felt like a stab in the chest. Jungkook lets go of your arms and brings them to cradle your face in his hands instead. His thumbs wiping away your never ending tears. His action is meant to be gentle but his grip is so tight that you feel his nails digging slightly into your skin.
“I’ve only ever tried to protect you, baby. Protect you from her and from yourself.” His hot breath sent waves of shock through you, you felt his lips lightly graze your own. “How many times must I save you from her? And from everyone who has ill intentions towards you before you realize it’s only ever going to be me.”
He lifted one hand from your cheek to carress your hair, those glossy doe eyes pulling you in and tugging at the invisible strings on your limbs and heart.
“How many times must I prove my love to you?”
This wasn’t love. It couldn’t be.
It felt like something much stronger. Much too different. Your love for Eunji had never felt this overwhelming. It never felt like you were being lulled to a perfect sleep, just to be suddenly plunged into a free fall. This didn’t feel anything like a secret held close to your chest, your heart skipping a beat everytime you used to see her even when you’d already seen her three times before that day. How giddy you felt at her accidental touches. How much you seemed to please her and never wanted to see her in pain. How easily it came to you to want to fix all her minor inconveniences.
No, this felt nothing like that. It wasn’t a secret. It didn’t allow itself to be. It was too loud. Too ugly. Whatever you had felt for Eunji, it felt five times more heightened with Jungkook. His presence felt like too much yet like there was never enough of it to actually violate you. It fit you in a way you were so frightened to admit. He had taken a piece of you that you never agreed on giving him. Yet it was that very foreign feeling that had you craving him in moments you shouldn’t have. In nearly all hours of a day. You were frightened at what you had been feeling these past two weeks sharing his space. Completely terrified at what he had managed to make you feel for him in such little time .
Even now, he felt so familiar yet so untouchable.
“This isn’t love.” You replied back in a broken whisper. It was mistake and you realized it quickly but it was too late to take it back. You blamed your overly emotional state for the thoughtless response.
A few beats of silence passed with only your uneven breaths filling the room. Jungkook continued to caress your hair before the corners of his lips twitched. An almost sad small appearing on them.
“Fine.” Another few beats of silence. The heavy air lingered.
You licked your dry lips as he retrieved his hand completely from you. Your eyes tracked the movement before they landed on the unreadable look on his face.
“ If you think I’m such a monster, I promise I will show you how easily I can make that come true for you. ” He stated lowly, dark eyes taking in your features again. “And it will make everything else I’ve done pale in comparison.”