@songofthesea111 @cult-of-lambs @sugarcandydoll + anyone who wants to join (I typically only try to tag people I’ve seen do tag games previously so I leave some people out)
tysm for the tag em darling @batschistcrazy ♡🍰 the strawberry hello kitty skewers are sooo cute ♡ here's mine hehe my pinterest knows me too well hehehe ♡🙊💓
i literally love you girrrrl idk where I've been 😭 (the sailor moon ☽ ♡)
im indecisive heres 3 for each category loll
god's strongest soldiers ---> @lanalove2012 @glmgrlie @returnmetoheaven @rottenkitty08 @idgo-incarnate @parthen1a @sugarcoatedban-ana @pink-evilette @marimarina404 @coldbutterfly101 no pressure & open to anyone who's super cool (that means youuu its youuu)
had to laugh about the cinnamon buns. can you tell i’m in my scandi era?? tagging @authenticbunni @sugarfrostedapples @cutekindacrazy @summersreality & anyone else who feels like it 💖
SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA. Abruptly. Blurts it out. Really, it’s your fault, though. Asking you this way wasn’t his first option, and now, nothing is going to plan and that grates his nerves nearly as much as the fact you won’t listen.
“Late!” You hiss, angry and blind to the fact there’s a ring box clutched in Sanemi’s white-knuckled fist. “I might as well have invited the first man who walked through the door to sit down, just to save myself the embarrassment — and on our anniversary —“
Great. Just fucking great. First, the violinist cancelled, then, Sanemi ripped his fucking dress shirt and is now at a fancy restaurant with his tits half-out because he didn’t have time to sew the button back on before dinner started — which he was already running late to — and now you’re pissed because you think he didn’t care enough to show up on time for your fifth anniversary dinner.
To top it all off? You cut off his proposal mid-sentence to bitch him out over his tardiness.
“Unbelievable!” You slam your fork down and ignore the plate of mussels he ordered as an appetizer — a nod to your first date — in favor of glaring at him. “I know romance isn’t your thing, but dammit, Sanemi —“
“I’m tryin’ to talk —“
“I don’t want to talk, I want to be mad!”
More pairs of eyes settle on him as curious restauranteurs pause their own conversations in favor of watching the shitshow unfold at the best table in the house. Awesome. An audience. Exactly what he didn’t want.
He tries to divert your attention by holding out the ring box. “Y/N, I just wanna —“
“No, I’m still not done talking! I reminded you — how many times did I remind you —?”
And that’s when Sanemi cracks.
“Can you shut up, woman? I’m tryin’ to propose!”
Not how he planned to ask. Not in the slightest, but his outburst has the desired effect. You fall silent, finally noticing the large diamond ring he’s been waving under your nose for the last five minutes.
The switch in your demeanor is instantaneous, as are the smattering of gasps from nearby observers now too invested in the drama he hadn’t wanted to create.
Tears well in your eyes as you reach across the table, grab Sanemi by the lapel of his ruined shirt and yank him over your cold appetizer.
“Yes!” You blubber against his lips between messy, salty kisses. “Yes, yes, yes —!”
Sanemi sighs his relief into your mouth as he slides the ring on your finger — and tries not to think about the thin round of confused applause from the other diners around you.
GIYUU TOMIOKA. Nonchalantly. A casual, Marry Me, thrown out like he’s suggesting udon for dinner. He’s fairly certain you know how deep his feelings are, so he’s not really sure why you’re gaping at him like a fish out of water. It’s a very simple question that should have a very simple answer.
Right?
“Giyuu,” you pinch the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger to ward off the headache creeping in around your temple. “You did not ask me to marry you in the middle of a battlefield —“
“We’re not on a battlefield, we’re in a village. And the battle is over.” He nods to the disintegrating demon a few yards ahead, its body blowing away in the wind like dust. “And you haven’t given me an answer.”
“Because I don’t believe you actually asked me a question.”
Can’t really argue with that logic, though he wishes you would set it aside for just one moment. The sun will be rising soon, and with it will come new orders that may take him far away from you, and he can’t wait until the next mission is over before he gets his answer. Or his bride.
So, he has to play it your way.
“Fine. I want you to marry me.” He shakes his sword free of any lingering trace of demon blood before sheathing it. “Will you?”
You only fold your arms across your chest and raise a brow. For a moment, Giyuu regards you with the same confusion that with which you’d you’d met his first request.
Realization dawns upon him. “Please?”
Signing, you close the distance between you and rise up on your toes, pressing your lips softly to his.
Giyuu obliges, but frowns when you break away. “That’s not an answer -“
TENGEN UZUI. flashily. What else did you expect? He pulls out all the stops — it’s an elaborate affair, one that requires meticulous planning and the full involvement of the other three wives. It’s timed down to the moment — at exactly sunset, he will escort you for a walk to a hillside overlooking a nearby village. As you walk, he will tell you all of the ways his life — and his wives’ — have been improved since you became a part of their family, and they will all be better to have you join in an official capacity. Makio, out of sight, will trail you to be sure you’re on track, and when you arrive at the hillside, she’ll signal Hinatsuru, who will wait in the shadows for Tengen to get down on one knee. When he does, she waits the allotted three seconds for you to say yes! (because of course you’ll say yes) before whistling to Suma to set off the fireworks to celebrate the engagement. And as those beautiful colors filled the sky, he would take you into his arm and kiss you, the perfect romantic period on this perfect, romantic evening.
The problem? Tengen’s timetable didn’t factor in you becoming so overwhelmed by the romantic gesture that you burst into tears — before you have a chance to say yes.
Tengen is left to stare wide-eyed and horrified up at you as bursts of red and yellow and orange fill the sky overhead, the whizzing and whirring of the fireworks drowning out your muted sobs.
“Y-yes!” You finally gasp, unaware of the dazzling display of brilliance behind you that he worked so hard to put together. “Of c-course I will!”
Tengen nearly collapses to the ground in relief. Before he can get his hand on you, before he can so much as kiss you to celebrate the fact you want to be his and theirs as much as they want you, you’re knocked out of the way by a tearful Suma.
“S-so happy!” She wails, kissing your face and then your lips. “Thank goodness! We can’t live without you!”
Tengen holds a hand out to help you up. “Let her stand, Suma dear —“
Before he can take you into his arms, Makio shoulders past him and throws herself to the ground, arms tight around your shoulders. “You didn’t really have an option, you know.” She says into your hair, stroking her fingers through it. The next burst of fireworks illuminates the tears shining in her large amber eyes. “Suma’s right, we couldn’t manage without you.”
“Girls,” Tengen begs, wanting desperately to kiss his new soon-to-be wife before they all celebrate. “I want to hold her, too…”
Just as Tengen is ready to pull you from the misty-eyed embraces of Makio and Suma, Hinatsuru throws herself into the mix. Just before she takes your face sweetly between her hands, she throws a teasing smirk over her shoulder at her beloved husband.
And then she gives you the very kiss he was supposed to give, sweet and gentle and his, god dammit.
When he finally does get to kiss you, the fireworks have ended and all that’s left in the sky is smoke. Not how he planned it, but it tastes just as sweet, and Tengen supposes that’s the point.
Victor Frankenstein syndrome aka you spent nights over nights crying and bleeding over this work and now that it's finally done you're just like "nvm. it's trash" and go to bed
There are some characters where giving them therapy and cleaning them up is the fanfiction equivalent of buying antique furniture and painting it white
gojo eating shoko out while geto fucks him from behind and tangles his hand in his hair, shoving satoru’s face into shokos cunt so he has no choice but to drown in her ^.^
“Normal” test results are not the relief people think they are. When you wake up in pain and continue to be in pain for hours every day and your tests come back normal you don’t stop being in pain.
when *routine* tests come back normal: a good sign! your body continues to function as it should!
when *diagnostic* tests come back normal: bad! this means you're gonna have to do even more tests in hopes of finding out whatever the fuck is clearly going wrong in your body
♡ summary: it took a month and 3 days before your self-control snapped. who doesn't love hot dilfs!
♡ wc: 7.3k
♡ content warnings: fem! babysitter! reader, dilf! older! gojo, age gap, groping, pining, p in v, best friends brother (bfb), divorced, babysitting, mention of kids, breéding kink, big díck gojo, mating press, reader is down bad, fíngering, unprotected.
♡ a/n: freak week (ovulation) has had me in a chokehold…
Beautiful blue eyes, pure white hair, taller than you by a few feet, excellent bone structure, and drop-dead gorgeous. In your 14-year-old brain, he was the most gorgeous person you had ever seen with your own two eyes. He strutted across the spacious living room. In all the years you had been over your best friend's house, you had never seen whoever this man was in her house. You were almost angry she didn't introduce you sooner.
“Who’s that?” you whispered, keeping your eyes on the unknown man sitting on the couch on the phone. He sat on the sofa with familiarity, lying on his side on the sectional.
“My brother,” Utahime said with disdain, scoffing while flipping through the magazine. You looked between them, trying to find some similarity in their features. Maybe they looked somewhat related if you looked long enough, but that was stretching it. “Step-brother,” she answered.
Nodding, you peeked back at her brother. He was better looking than all the male models in your magazine, which was now getting incredibly boring. “How- uh old is he?” you asked, trying to come off the least bit suspicious. She giggled like she was expecting you to ask.
“20. Why? You got a crush on Satoru?” she whispered, snickering at you. Your hands quickly found her mouth, covering it just in case her brother heard. Something wet swiped across your palm, moving your hand back, you looked back in disgust, wiping the spit residue on your jeans. Sartoru’s previous conversation on the phone ended as he set his phone on the coffee table. “Well, that sucks.” She sighed, looking off, avoiding your eyes.
“What, why?”
“Oh, I don't know…”
“C’mon please!” you begged, coming up with the worst possible scenarios in your head. Is he gay? You could probably live with that. Is he a secret weirdo? That's okay, everyone is weird in their way. The worst possible thing could be that he's married. Looking off at his hand now wrapped around the remote, empty; good. He's not wearing a ring plus he's so young.
“Well okay,” she grinned. “He's engaged, it's supposed to be secret, ‘kay?” In the 5 minutes and 37 seconds you have known of Satoru, your heart shattered. Your fantasy of a white picket fence, together married crumpled into a ball, and thrown into a fire. Staring at her in disbelief, ready for her to say “sike” but she never did, instead gossiping to you about Satoru’s secret relationship. Even though you were heartbroken from your extremely brief “crush” you couldn't help but listen.
“Our parents really hate her, like seriously. Like three years ago, she came over and she and Satoru were alone in his room.” She looked around the room before standing up and gathering the magazines. “Let's go upstairs.” Nodding, taking your bag off the floor, anxious for the rest of the story. Both of you dashed up the stairs, Satoru looking skeptical of the two of you, your feet pattering up the steps.
You sat on her bed in her room as she closed her bedroom door. “What happened?” you pleaded. What could his fiancée have possibly done to make their parents not like her so much? From what you've seen of them, her parents were so nice. They weren't even mad when Utahime failed gym, arguably the easiest class ever. She laughed, crawling on the bed towards you, lying on her stomach.
“Alright, so my dad walked in on them and she had Satoru literally hanging out of his window.” You gaped, hanging off her every word. “They were arguing with Satoru for hours, even kicking Victoria out.”
“Is that his girlfriend, I mean fiancée?” you asked, happy at the sudden name drop. You were going to ask for her name anyway, but at least Utahime told you before you had to. She nodded, continuing on how he wouldn't tell them for weeks until he finally caved once they threatened to ban her from the house.
“They were trying to sneak out to go to his friend's party. You know how my parents are, no way was he getting out, and he snuck her over. He ended up getting grounded for a month,” she shrugged. You almost forgot he was old enough to even go to parties, even worse, they had been together for three years.
“Wait so why don't they like her?” You questioned if she was already not allowed before the window incident, what happened to make them not like her in the first place? She whistled looking around her room. She leaned in closer, lowering her volume. “I don't know much since they didn't tell me but from what I know they think she cheated on him a few times.” Your mouth dropped, how could you cheat on Satoru, your dislike for her grew, that was previously only based on “Victoria” being Satoru’s fiancée, was now fueled by the new information. “I know right! I still don't know if it's true or not, but they are engaged so they worked it out somehow...” She shrugged, rolling her eyes.
“Woah, what are we gossiping about?” The bedroom door was open, with a very hot Satoru standing against the frame. It didn't seem like he was standing there long; at least not long enough to hear Utahime gossiping about his love life. He looked between the two of you before plopping on the bed.
“Oh my god, you still don't know how to knock?” She face palmed moving away from him. He laughed, it was music to your ears, shrugging as he looked back at you.
“Don't even miss your sweet big brother, you're harsh.” he sulked, wiping a fake tear from his dry eyes.
“I've missed you oh so very much,” she said with faux enthusiasm, “Are you done now?” she sighed moving up towards the headboard and you. Even from across the bed, he smelled like vanilla, somewhat of cookies too.
“Gosh, she's so mean, stay safe,” he warned looking at you. Your face heated up at him addressing you, he was so dreamy it was driving you crazy. “What's your name? Utahime is so embarrassed of her brother she didn't even introduce me. I'm Satoru,” he said, rolling off the bed, waiting for you to answer, but you were utterly speechless. Picking up on your situation, Utahime answered for you.
Pushing Satoru towards the door, “Okay, get out!” she pushed trying to close the door on him, ignoring his constant pleas.
“Wait- remember our deal right? I'll tell them later tonight, okay?” he said, holding the door open with his hands as her back was against it.
“Yeah yeah I remember to go now.” finally pushing the door closed, barely missing his fingers. Turning the lock, waiting to hear his footsteps go back down the stairs. “God, he is so annoying.” she groaned, swiping off her leggings.
“And hot.” you blurted out. She looked at you in pure disgust, putting her finger toward her mouth in a puking motion. She sat back on the bed, fixing the bedding that Satoru had messed up.
“You're so gross, he's going to be back for a while because of spring break.” You nodded, making a mental note in your head to keep your hangouts at her house. For the rest of the afternoon, the two of you talked about mundane things before it was time for you to go home. Out the door, you took one last look at Satoru before leaving and getting in your parents' car.
Every time you went over to Utahime’s house during breaks, the anticipation that Satoru would be there filled your stomach with butterflies. She often joked that you were only her friend for her brother; which was entirely false and she knew that. By the time you were 16 with a boyfriend of your own, Satoru turned into a distant crush and something to laugh about with Utahime. Once you moved to college, you assumed you would probably never see him again unless it was with Utahime back home, but he rarely came over after he got married.
“I need a job,” you complained, sipping on your iced coffee that was becoming watery. Your last job fired you after ownership switched over and you were struggling to find a new one. The cafe was relatively empty, and was close to campus. You even tried applying here, but they denied your application.
Utahime across from you perked up, “You remember Satoru right?” she asked, continuing to type on her computer. You nodded, he had become Utahime’s trump card whenever she wanted you to do something for a year and a half. “He moved around here recently but he needs a babysitter. He asked me but I'm too busy. Want me to ask? Pay is pretty good too,” She explained, telling you the days which were mostly weekends, Mondays, and Wednesdays.
Your eyes lit up, the days fit right in your schedule and it wasn't for too long either. “How much and how many kids?” You asked, scrolling through your relatively empty calendar.
“50 an hour and it's just one.”
“Send me his number,” you replied quickly. You've had previous sitting experience so this should be a piece of cake. If anything, you didnt even know he had a kid, but it was kind of to be expected since he and his wife had been together for so long. Grabbing her phone, a message popped up on your laptop showing the number she sent. Immediately you added his number, preparing what to send.
Your finger rapidly typed against the keyboard, rereading the message, making sure it was professional enough and no grammatical errors. The message was sent, and the delivered icon showed at the bottom of the text. “Wow you're quick, you'll get it don't worry. My nephew is good too,” she assured you, giving a thumbs up from behind her computer.
Hopefully…there was no way you could go another week without some kind of income.
Sighing, you got back to studying, keeping an eye on your notifications for a message from Satoru. The rest of the session went on with the hope of a response in the back of your mind, pushing you to study more to get it off your mind. The orange glow of the sunset radiated through the café's wide windows. “I'm tired, let's get back.” You yawned, stretching your body on the chair. Taking off your glasses to let your eyes rest from looking at the screen of your laptop for hours on end. You wore them for blue light protection, especially for studying on days like this. Utahime agreed, jumping up in her seat to start packing up.
Gathering your things, and placing them neatly back into your study bag, your phone vibrated on the table. ‘Yep, it's still open! Would you be okay coming over sometime this week for an interview?’ Doing a silent celebration in your head, you responded yes, telling him you were free anytime this week. ‘Awesome, let's do tomorrow at 3!’ he responded immediately. Your fingers typed back, ‘Thank you, and see you soon!’.
“Who are you texting?” Utahime smirked, peeking over at your phone.
“Your brother. I have an interview with him tomorrow.”
“Congrats, make sure to not flirt with my brother.” she quipped, pulling her bag over her shoulder. You were laughing behind her. That crush was so long ago, that you were not going to flirt with your potential boss, especially not when he's married with a kid.
Pulling into the driveway of the large house in front of you. There was even a fountain in the front! It was the address Satoru sent to you, there was only one car in the driveway, other than yours. Ringing the doorbell next to the large double doors with frosted glass. You could hear a bit of clattering and feet pattering before the door opened. Staring at the older man in front of you, you're glad you didn't make any promises with Utahime. He looked as gorgeous as ever, probably even more since the last time you saw him was a few years ago at Utahimes 18th birthday.
“You're here!” he said, opening the door wide, and leading you in. “You can leave your shoes here,” You took off your shoes, placing them neatly on the shoe mat. “Thank you. You can have a seat on the coach over there,” he pointed towards the living room on your right. He sounded somewhat the same as you remember, still a little boyish but more mature; sexier. The house was beautiful, almost more than it was outside. Walking towards the living room, I had a large sofa with a coffee table across from it and a massive television attached to the wall.
Movie nights must be great. You wondered sitting on the edge of the plush couch cushion. It took a few moments before Satoru came back. “Sorry, my son just left, I was cleaning up a bit but I lost track of time.” He wiped off the back of his joggers, trying to look more presentable. “Alright, let's get started!” he sat down in a chair in front of you. He started asking you about your last jobs and handed him your printed resume showing all the job experience you've had. You were trying to pay attention to his questions, but your mind would annoyingly wander about how sexy he was. Every few minutes you would look around the room for family pictures. There was a painting on the wall but that was it.
“My baby is my pride and joy. If anything were to happen to him, I don't know what I would do.” his carefree tone throughout the interview turned serious. You nodded profusely, your hands getting sweaty on your lap, your back straightening. “It's okay, no need to be so nervous. I've been trying to find a sitter for weeks, my work has been getting a little demanding.” he chuckled, giving you a thumbs up. “50 an hour Monday and Wednesday 6 to 10 and weekends 5 to 11. You're good, your resume looks fantastic. Do you have any questions for me?”
“How old is your son?”
“He's 10 months old.” he responded with a smile, “He is so adorable, I can show you a few pictures on my phone. Sae looks just like me,” he said pridefully pulling his phone out of his pocket, his lock screen being a baby with white hair in a blanket asleep. He opened an album that seemed to be solely dedicated to his son. He showed you pictures and he wasn't wrong, the kid looked identical to him.
“He's so cute, your twin.” You said staring at the picture of him playing with a toy set. He agreed, looking fondly at the screen. He handed you a paper schedule explaining that he would let you know if there were any date changes and that there was a feeding schedule on the fridge and where his food was.
“In the packet, it has everything from his favorite shows to his nap times,” he explained, showing you around the large home. It was ardently clear his son was the light of his life, he had a 10-page packet front to back dedicated to his son. If anything it was a bit obsessive, but you could understand. Leaving your child with someone gets scary, and being there is important even if it's the exact spot of the bed the baby sleeps best at.
Very thorough.
“That should be everything, are you good this weekend?” he asked, with a pleading look in his eye. You were going to go clubbing but you can always do that some other time. Once the words yes fell out of your mouth, he gave you spilling out multiple thank yous. “You're a saint,” he said your name, the way it rolled off his tongue tickled your brain in a way it shouldn't. He was a very married man with a kid. Maybe your hormones were weird, he was completely off limits, and even worse, he was Utahimes brother. He let you out of his tight embrace, his demeanor uplifted.
“I'll see you this weekend!” he said, seeing you off to your car. You unlocked the car door as he opened it for you. You must be ovulating the way you tried to tear your eyes away from his arms traveling downward…”Drive safely.” He grinned watching you get inside the driver's seat.
“Thank you so much for today! I'll see you Saturday.” Putting your car in reverse, you waved back at him as he walked back to the house. This job would take a lot of self-control, but you hoped once the kid was with you, then the professional switch in your brain would finally click.
The next few days were a blur, Saturday morning, Satoru sent you a confirmation text, making sure you were still coming. It almost makes you wonder why he struggled so much to find a sitter. The pay was good and the hours weren't bad, even better, it's a. Utahime said he lived close, but it was almost a 30-minute drive to his house, so you had to get ready early wearing some yoga pants and a zip-up hoodie.
You sang along to the songs playing in your car as you drove damn near a half hour to Satoru’s house but it's okay at least his face made up for it. When you pulled into the driveway, there was another car, other than Satoru’s. Must be his wife. You sighed, you knew at some point you would need to meet her. Even after all these years, you'd never seen her face, not even a picture. Getting out of the car, getting your bag, the thick packet tucked safely in a folder.
“Bye, sweetie mommy loves you.” A woman with long hair bent down kissing the Sae on the forehead before walking past you completely. Satoru waved goodbye to her as she entered her vehicle.
Satoru called your name as you looked at the woman in the car. Your imagination had come up with many possibilities of what she could have looked like, especially since Sae took after Satoru. His genes were strong as hell. She was beautiful and looked sophisticated, they were a cute couple. You were almost jealous but you had other things to worry about like your job. “Sorry, here I come.”
He was already dressed in a business suit, “I have to go, but thank you and I'll see you at 11.” he rambled, giving the one last kiss, “I'll miss you so much, be good okay.” He gave you a final goodbye before rushing to his car.
“It's just me and you.” You spoke to the baby who looked at you confused. “Oh right.” You introduced yourself to Sae who played on the strings of your jacket as you held him. You brought him inside, checking the clock, he still had an hour until snack time.
You played with him on his building blocks until nap time. You were pretty surprised as he didn’t cry, he was a smiley baby if anything. He was literally his father's clone. Same eyes, hair, and even his chubby baby hands. No DNA test was needed for the father at least…mother was a different story. They had little to no resemblance; you almost questioned if she was the mother in the first place. Perhaps it's because you were used to Satoru’s face, it was the only one you could see. The baby started drooling at the commercials on the screen of his room's television; looking at the time, it was already snack time.
Crouching down to pick him up, you noticed a picture on the diaper cabinet with a Polaroid picture of Sae, Satoru, and his wife. They looked like a happy family grinning ear to ear in the picture. You smiled to yourself, someday you did want a family of your own, but first, you needed to finish your last year in college and handle your job once you graduate. For now, all you could do was fantasize. Carefully going down the grand staircase with the child on your hip.
You opened the fridge, it was packed full of healthy food, a few packed lunches sitting on the top shelf and baby food right next to it. Grabbing the unsweetened yogurt and a baby spoon out of one of the drawers. As Sae ate, you watched the sunset from the windows. After this, it would be nap time according to the packet, and a note stated that he liked to sleep next to someone. You giggled imagining Satoru lying next to Sae, both napping together, you'd bet Satoru had a picture of that too.
Once he was done, you washed the spoon in the sink, rinsing the bubbles from the sponge and dish soap. Getting the baby from the booster, you took him back up to his room, sitting on the grey recliner next to the crib. Sae started yawning, lying on your chest, as a child show on Netflix played on the television on the wall. After the first episode, he went to sleep spittle pooling on your jacket. He was so cute it hurt. Seeing how he was today, it would be an easy job, the hardest part being his father.
Grabbing the remote, you decided to put on one of the shows you were watching recently, you clicked on the guest account, typing the show into the search bar. Clicking play on the last episode you watched, skipping the recap and intro. The volume was turned down low enough that it would wake the little gojo lying on you, a blanket draped over him.
Occasionally he would shift in his sleep, turning over onto your arm, giving you a little more room to move. Your phone rang on the table next to you, quickly grabbing it so it wouldn't wake the baby. “Hello?” you whispered into the phone, you hadn't even checked who the caller was.
“Aw, you guys look so cute,” a familiar voice said over the phone, you could see he had a pout through the phone almost. You stifled a giggle looking toward the camera in the corner of the room, pointing at both of you. You waved with your hand. “Hello to you too, just checking in. It's nap time, so I assumed he was asleep,” he stated. You looked at the camera knowing he was watching through the cameras.
“Yeah he's been great,” you muttered, keeping the small blanket on Sae. You were becoming a little cold, your legs crossed to keep in what little heat you had.
“That's good, I was a little worried he would be shy around you but you're getting along great. I knew you would be perfect.” Your face began to heat up from the compliment, but you tried not to take it any other way than professionally. “What are you watching?” he asked, through the phone, it sounded like he was in a quiet area.
“It's grown-ish, don't worry I'm on the guest account,” you answered, Satoru chuckling through the phone. “What?” you questioned wondering what he could be laughing about.
“Are you even old enough to watch that?” he joked, watching your reaction through the camera.
“I'm 23, not 12.” You scoffed, your arms were becoming stiff under the baby’s weight. Gently you moved him to the side of your phone to switch places.
“God you make me sound old,”
“You're 29, that's not too bad.” You yawned. It was almost 9 and you were also a little sleepy, even though all you'd done all day was sit if you could even call it that, when it was so easy.
“I'm surprised you remember how old I am.” You had a feeling he was about to bring up some embarrassing memories. “Oh yeah, sorry about today, I meant to stay a bit to make sure he did well but I got caught up with Victoria.”
“No, it's okay I understand.” Your eyes watered from how tired you were.
“Hey he's not waking up as long as you're under him, he puts me to sleep every time.” He said he heard the tiredness in your voice.
“I couldn't do that, definitely not on the first day.” You pushed yourself awake. No way were you going to fall asleep on the job, that would be too embarrassing.
“Whatever you say captain.” he laughed. “Oh, I have to go now, I'll see you late tonight if you're not asleep.” You were going to reply but hung up. Looking at your phone, you might as well check and see if anyone texted you. Utahime did, but you might as well call her, she is such a slow texter it'll take her 3 years to text you back. The phone rang 4 times before she picked up.
“How is it going over there?” She asked breathing into the phone. It sounded like she was at the gym. You could hear Sae’s soft snoring, which you're sure was getting picked up through the phone. “Didn't admit your undying love for Satoru yet, did you?” she sneered. You rolled your eyes, if only he wasn't married.
“It's going good and no, I did not. I just got off the phone with him before I called you,” you whispered, keeping the phone propped up on your neck. She whistled through the phone background machinery and chatter in her background.
“At my party you couldn't even look him in the face, now you're holding this kid. Couple goals!” Utahime quipped before cursing into the phone. You tried holding in your laughter, kids without a nap weren't fun, and you did not want to see what Sae was like without one.
“That's what you get.”
“Shut up, this fucking stairmaster is hell.” She grunted, perceiving through whatever “hell” she was going through. You continued to talk to her about your day, keeping an eye on the time, and the sleeping child on your arm. Your bodies lay comfortably on the recliner waiting for time to pass and for you to get in your own bed. By the time you got off the phone with her, it was already 10:30.
It was late so Sae was officially asleep for the night. Carefully getting up, you placed the baby inside the crib, laying on the soft mattress.
“I'm home!” Satoru cheered, giggling at the keys from downstairs and opening the oak doors. Your stuff was already packed ready to go home and sleep. “I brought food.” he smiled, holding up a brown bag. You were going to eat a cup of ramen noodles at home but it wouldn't hurt eating here. It's free food!
Settling at the island in the kitchen you climbed to the top of one of the stools. He pulled out two plastic containers of Chinese food, the aroma filling your nose. “Got it on my way back.” you waited for him to start eating first as he mixed the ingredients together. The food was surprisingly good and still warm, looking between your containers you noticed he got you the same thing as him.
“You have good taste.” it wasn't just a compliment on his taste in food but rather everything from his home to his wife. Hell, he even had the good Q-tips. He perked up his brows furrowing as he swallowed the rest of his food.
“Where do you think Utahine gets it from,” he smirked. “If I didn't take over the business I would totally do that new age influencer thing,” he said, taking a large bite out of the rest of his food. You weren't even half finished. You knew his family was rich but nothing about a business. Maybe someday down the line, you'll ask for a raise.
“What would your employees do without you?” you joked stretching your legs yawning into your hands. Finishing your food Satoru watched talking endlessly about his employees. One thing you did remember about Satoru was that he talked a lot.
“Poor Ijichi needs a vacay.” he sulked, throwing the plastic containers into the waste bin. The conversation felt so natural and so comforting. It had been a while since you talked to anyone other than close friends.
“You could send him on vacation.” he stared at you, considering your suggestion as though he hadn't thought about that.
“You're right. I could.” taking off his suit jacket only wearing the white button-up. “Wanna help me come up with some places? I was thinking somewhere warm.” Alone with him any longer? Too dangerous.
“Maybe next time,” you looked between him and the clock. The drive would be long enough to clear your mind of these indecent thoughts.
“Oh right, campus is quite the drive.” he offered to drive you home but you denied getting into your car. The drive alone was something you needed. Wishing him a goodnight he watched you drive off your headlight illuminating the dark empty street.
The next few shifts with Sae and Satoru became your routine. After a month you didn't even need to refer to the packet when it was time for the baby's bath time and which particular order to use his soaps. That small part of you sensed that innocent crush slowly resurfaced the more contact with Satoru. When his gaze lingered for a little too long you figured you were imagining it but some part of you wished you were right. He'd bring the both of you food at the end of your shift even sharing the rest of your food only after he finished begging for a bite even though it's the exact same thing as what he had.
11:15 pm
The jingling of keys opened the door carefully. “I'm home…” there was no response or patterning of feet coming down the staircase. Empty and quiet. Unusual.
Going upstairs, Sae's room was empty and the light shut off. Worry started to fill Satoru’s mind. The house was way too quiet and you and Sae were nowhere to be seen. Calling your name frantically checking every room upstairs before going to the 1st floor. Turning the corner he was met with your sleeping bodies slump on the couch. Sae lay on your chest, he let out a long sigh, closing the call app on his phone.
The image was too cute to handle, too domestic to think too much about. From an outside perspective, you looked like a mother napping with his baby. Quickly grabbing his phone without a second thought he took a picture of the two of you lying there resisting the urge to utter an audible “aww”.
As cute as you both looked it couldn't have been comfortable. Silently he picked Sae up, taking him upstairs to his crib. When he returned downstairs you were still asleep changing positions curled up on the sofa.
Picking your pliant body up holding you in his arms as he traveled upstairs. He debated between his room and the guest room. Currently, the guest room has been turned into temporary storage. His room it is. He tried desperately to ignore your hand that was grasping his chest. Carefully setting your body on his mattress draping the lush duvet over your body. Drool had slipped through your plush lips taking his thumb he wiped the residue going just a little too slow taking in how soft your cheek was. His thumb grazed your bottom lip, the corners of your mouth twitched making him retreat, yanking his hand away.
Too close…
Looking down the imprint of his cock strained against his slacks. He was sleeping on the couch. There was no way he could lay in the same bed as you. He could barely keep his hands to himself when you sat across from him telling him about your day. Ever since the moment you stepped inside his home, he knew he had to practice self-control sitting in the car watching you through the security cameras as you walked through the house as you lived there memorizing the rooms no longer needing to wander aimlessly trying to find the bathroom.
Stepping into the shower connected to his room letting the frigid stream travel down his body trying to tame his hard-on. His mind started to race with the image of you with his child ring on your finger tied to him forever. The thought alone had him wrapping his hand around his cock in slow strokes. Depictions of you filling his mind the way your ass looked in those gray flare pants or how prettily your tits looked in a square cut top. It wasn't even that low cut, however, just the tiniest bit of cleavage peeking through. Suddenly his imagination conjured an image of you pregnant with his kid's stomach round and large. Spurts of cum splattered on the shower tiles.
Fuck.
When you awoke there was no longer a child lying on your stomach and you were way too comfortable. The room looks unfamiliar and the bed is too large to be your own. Turning your attention to the sound of a shower running and turning off. The room lights were dimmed making it easier for your eyes to focus. The door in the corner of the room opened and your eyes widened. Satoru stood there with only a pair of pajama pants on and a towel drying his hair.
“Oh, I’m sorry-”
“No, it's okay I thought you were…asleep,” he said, opening a few drawers and grabbing some clothes. You watched him attentively droplets of water from his hair dripping onto the floor. The muscles of his back moved as he dug through the drawer grabbing a fluffy blanket On the nightstand, there was a framed picture of Sae dressed as an elf. So it was Satoru’s room.
“Where are you going?” you asked as Satorg opened the door to the hallway. He looked surprised holding his blanket exiting the room.
“Downstairs..”
“Why?” pulling the cover off you got up your top it was hiked up showing a sliver of your midsection. “You could sleep in here,”
“But you're in here?” You looked at him confused. You were both adults. There was nothing wrong with being in a room together, alone.
“I have to go home anyway.” getting up, fixed the cover, pulling it back over the mattress.
“It's already late you might as well stay here.” he protested he wasn't wrong it was already 12 and to be honest you really didn't feel like driving especially not when Satoru was shirtless in front of you a small blush tinting his complexion. “So it's settled, you stay up here I go downstairs.”
“It's your room, I can't kick you out. Just stay here”
“You're a guest, it's too uncomfortable for you to sleep there.” one thing the couch wasn't uncomfortable but sure it he insisted.
“We can just sleep together then.” You didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, prepared to say never mind and beat him downstairs to reflect on what you said.
“Okay.” you didn't expect him to say yes, thankfully (unfortunately?) he didn't take what you said the wrong way and climbed into the bed. He peeled the cover back, opening a spot for you to lay down. Lying down putting the cover over yourself staring at Satoru’s back in front of you. The only thing separating you is the console. The air was thick with heat, whether, from the heavy blanket or the tension between you, you weren’t sure.
Your senses were hyper-aware of every crinkle in the bed trying to force yourself asleep. Closing your eyes but only images of Satoru’s bare chest moist and glistening from his shower. Your body was stiff against the bed hoping I'd you didn't make any movements the man next to you wouldn't notice how hot your body was growing or worse the heat developing in your panties.
Swiftly Satoru turned over facing you, his cerulean eyes examining your expression. You prayed that in the dark room, he couldn't see the way your eyes traveled to his lips, they looked so soft, delicate. His body seemed a lot closer than when you first laid down if you focused you could feel the faint air from his breathing. You could move over and prevent whatever impulsivity that you would possibly regret.
Your body inched just a little closer enough that you could see his individual lashes. They were long and full, guys always had nice lashes but his were as beautiful as the rest of his face, they complimented his eyes. So pretty. At least you ten years had taste.
“You think I'm pretty?” he said staring back at you, you would've been embarrassed but you were too distracted by the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke. “You're pretty too…” he moved some of your hair out of your face. You would really regret this later.
Before you even realized what you were doing, you reached for him, your lips brushing his. It was tentative at first, just a small touch. But then Satoru’s hand found your head, and the kiss deepened, slow but undeniable. Your fingertips grazed his chest feeling the soft skin. His hands traveled down your bag, his touch electric against your skin sending shivers up your spine. Crawling onto his lap, your hands feeling to his skin every dip and curve. His hands wandered down your top slipping under to touch your skin. Your lips were intoxicating as he drank in the kiss pulling back only to breathe.
His pupils were staring at your figure above him, he resisted the urge to rut his hips against yours for friction. Your hands were exploring his body groping wherever you could. The kiss was fervent basking in the way you tasted; you were so perfect. Suddenly you pulled back your face full of horror.
“This is so wrong-”
“I'm not that bad of a kisser-” he grazed his lips confused. That wasn't the problem, he was good too good. If you didn't pull back now you're afraid you wouldn't have.
“You're married!” you cried whispering so that Sae 3 doors down wouldn't hear. Satoru's face dropped into a look of humor holding a hand over his mouth. “This is not funny, I can't be a homewrecker!” you began to crawl off of him, tears welling in your eyes in the shame of the situation. His hand found you pulling you back on his lap. He held you tight in his arms, shushing your constant pleas.
“I got divorced months ago,” he stated plainly, your body was still in his arms as he rocked you. This entire time it was one of the many reasons preventing you from pouncing on him. He cupped your face close to his pecking your lips, wiping the salty tears from your face. “Thought you picked up on that already, guess not.” pinching your cheeks you wrapped your legs around him.
Now the only renewed fever pressing his lips onto yours. Your breaths came out sharp and unrestrained, your chests rising. Your bodies pressed flush, every point of contact burning, like you could consume each other if you would. His name escaped your lips in ragged whispers. Dragging your shirt off revealing the Victoria's Secret bra underneath. His hands wrapped around your waist keeping you balanced as he leaned back letting your hips rock against his. The fabric separating the two of you was becoming unbearable. Your clothes were too hot.
Your fingertips traced fervid lines down his abs and abdomen. His hands swiftly unclipped the hooks of your bra letting it fall off your shoulders and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Flipping you over your body jolting against the mattress, hastily pulling off your leggings and drenched panties in one go. He pushed your knees back watching how slick spilled out your pussy. Taking a finger collecting some that was dripping down sucking in his finger. You were going to drive him crazy.
Plunging his fingers inside your walls contracting at the intrusion sucking him in. The loud squelching of your pussy echoed through the room. You tried stifling your moans holding a hand over your mouth, your hips rocked back on his fingers as they roughly plunged in and out of you. You felt that tight core build up in your stomach until you came on his fingers, your toes curling in the air.
He had you folded your knee and touch the bed beneath you, pinned to the bed as he cock aligned with your hole easing in slowly. You gasped, eyes rolling in the back of your head. The stretch was so immense it almost hurt but the pleasure was too good. Once he bottomed out he waited for your walls to adjust to him. He cursed, rubbing languid around your clit. It was so hard keeping your voice in his agonizingly slow thrusts almost like he was testing how much you could take. Biting your lip keeping what sounds that wanted to escape your mouth in.
“That's good, you're so good,” he whispered, watching how his girth stretched your cunt swallowing every inch.
“F-faster- I can take it.” you moaned clenching around him desperate with more; as he pulled out glancing between your face and the soaking mess of your hole. Readily he pulled out before slamming into you knocking the air out your lungs. The pace was brutal. With every thrust his tip kissed your cervix, making him incredibly deep within you.
“Shit don't look at me like that might want to put a in you,” you were too out of it to tell if he was joking or not but you didn't care.
“Do it!” You cried out his name, the weight of hips thrusting into your heat had your core building up another orgasm. His velvet voice whispered in your ear. Your mind was too cloudy to make out what he said, it didn't matter. You moaned out a hushed yes.
The way your gummy walls wrapped around him he could stay like this forever, drilling into your heat. The way your tits bounced he could imagine them full of milk ready to be freed, the thought of a condom didn't even cross either of your minds. If he didn't slow down he'd paint your walls full of cum without a second thought. He muttered out praises drunk off your pussy.
“Fuck- hngh I’m soo close,” you whimpered your hands gripping the sheets as his pace continued. Your walls constricted around him gushing on cock. Your body spasmed a silent scream leaving your lips as you came. He groaned at how tight you were making small thrusts letting you ride out your orgasm. Thank god he and his ex divorced. You don't know if you'll ever give up the high you're on.
“Baby don't cry, remember you have to be quiet,” he wiped the wet tears from your eyes as he chased his own orgasm. His fingers left bruises on the back of your thighs keeping your body pinned to the mattress. His cock twitched inside of you, his cock pulverizing your insides. Little droplets of water dripped onto the mattress and your stomach, his hair still a little wet. Your face was so fucked out he couldn't help but stare drinking in your expression. “You can do it- hah I'm close.” he moaned, pressing your body further into the mattress impossibly digging deeper inside of you.
“Don't pull out, ngh- cum in me please!” you pleaded your hands grasping his biceps, your doe-eyed begging him to cum your sweet pussy holding him hostage above you. How could he say no? Almost instantly with one last thrust, his cock punctured into your hole stuffing your insides. Your eyes rolled back the warm liquid filling your womb. It was so satisfying the little moans Satoru let out keeping your body in place as he came.
“Don't move, I want to see how much you can fit. It'd suck for it to fall out.”
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