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NSFW I See All | Kyojuro x reader

A/n: just a lil something ♡

MDNI/stalking/smut/mentions of plastic surgery/a bit psychotic/crazy loves crazy

I did it all for you. Our marriage fell apart because I was too complacent. I pushed you away with my lack of attention and late nights at work.

I will never make that mistake again.

You look beautiful tonight, your eyes aren't as puffy as the night you handed me the divorce papers. I could tell you'd been crying and it made my heart ache to know I'd been the reason. Yet, here you are, dining with me at the small Cafe you'd been frequenting after our separation. Though, all you seem to mention is my name. How much you loved me and how little faith you have in this ever working out.

Given the way you don't meet my eyes fully you don't know. How could you? I spent most of my money to make sure you wouldn't know. All I can think about is how good my plastic surgeon is and how delicious you'll taste cumming on my tongue like before I'd let you down.

I'd become a hungry man, starved even. I prayed to only drink your ambrosia, feast upon the supple flesh of your body, and worship you for eternity. I required no sustenance unless given by you.

"Kyojuro was good to me," my name from your lips brings my attention back to the physical you. For the last 3 months I'd been consumed by fantasies that the real you was a shock to my system. I was being selfish thinking of what I wanted to do with you when you're in front of me, craving the attention I hadn't been giving you.

I reach out to caress your bare arm, the contact nearly making me grow erect. A gentle smile curves the corners of my mouth upwards. "I can be good to you too." The words were said in earnest, but what I truly meant was I can be better for you. There wouldn't be a moment of dissatisfaction for you. I would fuck you until you were peacefully asleep, food ready when you awoke in the morning.

A smile flutters across your lips, the ache growing in the pit of my stomach as you lean forward. "Even if I'm still in love with my ex husband?" The boiling sensation floods over until I'm dripping with anticipation.

My cock had been tortured enough by the realistic memory of your cunt taking it to the very base. The temptation to grab your hand and lead you back to my car was growing by the second. "Especially then." I huff out and you lean back with a far off grin.

"Would you like to come back to my house?" You muse, your eyes finally staring into my own. "Back to our house?" Her words sink in after a beat and my eyes widen as I slowly turn to meet her gaze. "Really Kyojuro? Did you think your own wife wouldn't recognize you? Or could it be how careless you are about your surroundings?"

"What?" A cloudy emotion curls around my stomach as I watch the woman I've been obsessing over ever since I lost her.

You fold your hands under your chin, a leizurly grin molding your lips. "I was there Kyojuro, every time you were watching me I was watching you twice as hard."

I can feel my cock harden at the thought. "I knew there was a reason I couldn't let you go." I laugh, ready to leave this place and fuck you hard into the mattress of our room. You smirk.

"No, Kyojuro, I was the one that didn't let you go."

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NSFW ReHEARsal | Sanemi Shinazugawa

Word count: 774

A/n: a little thingy I just whipped together :) I don't think I've ever written for Sanemi baby all by himself, though now that I'm thinking about it I did have an idea I need to get back to for him BECAUSE LOOK AT HIS FACE!! LOOK. AT. IT. Mans could be into MLP rp and there I'd be, princess Celestia and everything... anyway 🩷 Love youuuuu

You could hear the steady melody of a piano piece as Sanemi dug his nails into the meaty flesh of your waist. “Fuck, how come you always feel so,” His eyes roll shut, a gruff moan gliding from his mouth. “Perfect.” He hisses out. You’d answer him if you had rational thought. His cock was rubbing against your entrance and the way it made your skin vibrate with hungry sensations could make someone faint and, only to think of him while unconscious. He wouldn't allow that to happen though, not right before you had to get your pretty self on stage.

It was cramped in the costume closet, but he managed to position you perfectly behind a few racks of clothes. You were frightened the stench of sex would permeate the pretty dresses forever when Sanemi dragged you back here. There was no going back now – not after he’d stripped you of your short skirt, the one you’d worn just to rile him up. It had worked, maybe a little too well considering the moment the student director had told you both to go run lines, you ended up here. Sanemi was going to run, run his tongue through your pussy.

His rough hand grabs onto your chin, guiding your face toward his. “Don’t drift off on me just yet sweetheart.” His lips tick upward in a smirk and a whimper escapes from your throat. “I want you to feel every last drop.” He hums, letting go of you with so much force your head snaps the other way. 

Sanemi pretended to be impenetrable, but if there was one thing you learned from working with him – it was that he was the most gentle person you’d ever met. His hand glides up the plush skin of your stomach, pausing to pinch at your already stiff nipples. “Always so willing for me,” He kisses your shoulder blade and you can feel the smugness of his words bouncing off your back. His hand gropes and travels up to the base of your throat. Two fingers apply pressure – the feeling is almost too much. Your nerves feel shot from the amount of teasing he’d put you through. He must sense how restless you are because his free hand dips down to your clit – using his thumb to rub lazy circles around it. A loud broken moan shoots from your lips and before you can flush at the volume his fingers squeeze harder on your throat. “S’posed to be quiet.” 

Your head falls back to his firm chest, a breathy whine vibrating out. He chuckles darkly, releasing your throat to move your head gently to the side. His mouth works against your beating pulse, sucking where there weren’t marks already from him. “Don’t want your little friends to find out that you’re fucking your co-lead, hmm?” He coos against your skin, but whatever kindness remained for your plea of secrecy was gone as he pushes two fingers into your begging pussy. “You love it when I touch you, don’t you sweetheart?” When you don’t reply he pushes in deeper, his fingers curling against your walls. Your arms shake with the force of trying not to make a sound. “So quiet now,” He hums, delighted you’ve given him the challenge. 

Your head radiates with a dull throb as you bite down on your bottom lip. “There’s a reason the director gave you the lead role, why don’t you show everyone your beautiful vocals, pretty girl?” His fingers are pumping in and out – a rushing feeling stemming from your heart. His cock wasn’t even inside of you yet, but you were already a mess underneath his touch. 

He’s smirking against your neck, obviously happy with himself for rendering you a useless bundle of limbs. “S-Sanemi,” You whine. “I can’t – hngh – take it,” A sputtering moan interrupts your speech as the tips of his fingers brush against an all too familiar spot for him. 

His lips twist into a huge grin as his lilac eyes gleam. “Found it.” He whispers. Someone was bound to hear you – after all whines and moans were careening from your mouth as you let Sanemi support you with his own body. Your knees felt weak, they were surely going to buckle from the pleasure coursing through your system. “You were sayin’ somethin’ darling?” He purrs. “Too shy to put on a show?” He chuckles, pulling his fingers from your sloppy cunt – bringing them to your lips. With unsaid command your mouth parts, allowing him to run the taste of your arousal over your tongue. “No, that doesn’t sound like you.” He smirks as you suck his fingers greedily into your mouth. “You love the spotlight and I will always shine it on you.”

Of course, if you’d heard him you might’ve thought there was more to this show-mance, but his words were covered up by the hum in your brain. You were ready to let him fuck you against the wall, but the alarm on his phone signals it's time to go back to rehearsal. 

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SATORU GOJO

Always and forever satoru... (mild smut)

You know he can see the reflection of your glasses. Satoru knows that your cheeks blush a beautiful pink color as you continue to torment him.

You continue to read the explicit comic across from your lab partner, when you're supposed to be meeting about the project due in two weeks. Satoru continues to talk, blabbing on about useless data tables when all he can focus on is the way your eyes suck in the scenes before you.

You who gets flustered when his knee brushes against yours, a frightened squeak making your eyes flick up to meet his. His own eyes widen as he takes in your flustered cheeks and gleaming eyes.

You who whines loudly when he pushes you against the wall of the study room, trapping you with a hand either side of your head. He lowers his voice to a sultry whisper, grinding his hips against your ass.

You who covers your mouth in attempt to quiet your breathy moans, but fails desperately when he pushes deeper inside of you, a scream erupting from your lips. He's getting sloppy now, high off the feel of your pussy around his throbbing cock.

You who breaks over your orgasm with violent shakes, biting so hard on your lip that blood trickles down. Satoru pants into your shoulder, still cumming inside of your hungry cunt.

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Moonlit Monsters | Muzan x FEM!reader

SYNOPSIS: Reader is having a nice night time dip in the lake not too far from her village, when a mysterious man appears on the shore (omg it's like that one story in the Bible) anyway- the man stakes claim to the shadowy heart of reader.

CONTAINS: smut, female naked, one mention of a boner, claws, teeth, blood kink, oral sex (fem!receiving), kissing, a bit of wounding, outdoor sex (almost?), dirty talk

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

A/N: A little drabble I just had to get out of my system. I'll have a lot of free time coming up so I'm trying to get some of the shorter ideas I've had out of the way so I can crank out those longer fics. I hope you enjoy!

Moonbeams create a sky of their own on the water’s surface—the liquid forms around your naked body, welcoming you into the environment with ripples from your movement. There was a strong waterfall about 20 feet from your current spot in the lake creating small waves that would lap at the shore. The waterfall, a celestial cascade of liquid silver, descends gracefully from the heights above, its sound a lullaby that resonates through the night. The surrounding nature seems to hold its breath as if joining the observer in silent admiration of the nocturnal spectacle. Trees guarded this oasis with ancient splendor. You felt safe. That was until you heard the foliage rustle behind you. 

“You’re quite a pretty thing.” A smooth voice sneers. Your brows knit together as you turn in the water. There’s a figure leaning against one of the trees – face shaded by the lack of light. 

“I’m afraid this lake is already taken.” You call to the shore. You can’t see, but you swear their lips lift in a devious grin. 

They shift forward, still within the shadows. “And here I was hoping you’d invite me in.” The voice is deep, deeper than a woman's. You’d assume this was a man leering at you – like they usually did – but there was something off about this one. He carried himself in a way that made you think twice about crossing him. “What’da you say, Nightshine?”

A nickname, already? He moved quickly. “What if you’re dangerous?” An elegant laugh rumbles out of the man. His next move is at the speed of light as he almost teleports behind you. A chill runs through your body as his hands grip your shoulders. Claws dig into the tender skin, pricking blood. They also prick a low desire in the core of your stomach. 

“There is no if, my sweet, but you already knew that.” He purrs into the shell of your ear. Your body fills with heat at the way his hot breath makes your nipples stiffen. The prospect of what he was about to do excited you in a way that probably should be looked at by the village healer, but that was if you lived past this evening. 

“What do you plan on doing to me?” You question, stupidly, perhaps. A delighted hum vibrates from him, his fingers trailing down your arms. 

“I’m feeling a bit peckish after my last meal. I think you’ll be a delicious dessert.” The point of his sharp fingernails traces a swirling pattern on your collarbone. Without a moment's hesitation, the span of his hand wraps around the base of your throat, pushing your head to where it was resting on his shoulder. You could almost make out the shape of his face before thick curly locks fell in front of his face. You don’t miss the glint of pointed teeth in his lecherous grin. You notice he smells like the city, with aromas of food and women imprinted on the clothes he wears. There was a secondary scent, one that was pungent enough to make your nose crinkle. It was coppery and meaty, it didn’t mix with the first smells. The latter felt like part of him as if he carried the waft of blood on his body. 

His nose drags up the length of your jugular, stopping when he meets your ear lobe – licking the spot with hunger you could feel radiate off of him. His hand on your throat squeezes tighter as he slips it under your jaw. As he turns your head to face him he covers your eyes with his free hand. Your senses felt like they were on fire, everything making your ears perk up. “If your eyes meet mine,” He pauses, hot breath spreading over your exposed face. He must’ve moved closer to you. You can almost feel his proximity with the slight movement of his lips. “I will snap this pretty neck of yours.”

Soft, feverous lips meet yours. Feasting on the moan that escapes your mouth as his hand slides to the back of your neck, keeping you pressed to him. “Fuck you taste divine.” He growls, clamping down on your hair. Your yelp cracks into a gaspy moan as he bends his head to suck on the junction of your shoulder. The creatures of the night had always enticed you, even as a young girl you explored the forest in hopes the shadows the chief warned you about would appear. 

When he was kissing you this man tasted like fresh blood. A fact that should’ve made you run, but something told you that you wouldn’t make it very far. In the meantime he’d made his way down your body, scraping a claw down your abdomen. It stung with an exhilarating pain, making you press your thighs together. He clicks his tongue, pressing the muscle to the wound he’d created and licking up the blood that spilled from it. A whiney moan tumbles into the open when he takes your stiff nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it with dexterity that even the warriors of your village would be envious. 

“M-more I need more,” You pant out, reaching down to grip his cheeks. They’re soft, and sunken in as he sucks on your hard peaks. A chuckle vibrates his mouth and the sensation makes you nearly scream. 

He lets go of your breast with a loud pop that echoes around the lake valley. His mouth is on yours, feeding you that same taste as before. It makes your knees weaken to the point he wraps an arm around your back, supporting you against his own body. He breaks from the kiss, the shadows only allowing you to see his mouth which turns up in a smirk. “I thought I was the hungry one, but it turns out you were ready to feast on me my little siren.” 

A warmth spreads over your body, your gaze falling to the reflective water you both stand in. “Who are you?” You find yourself asking, expecting the man to not respond. There’s a long pause before he wraps his massive hands under your thighs, pushing lightly so you’ll allow him to pick you up. He brings you around his waist, the hard planes of his chest exposed from where his clothing had parted slightly. 

“The monster your mother warned you about.” He responds, splashing through the water, toward the shore. Your heart pounds in your chest and chills run up your exposed back as the water drips to the ground. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.” You whisper, finding your back aggressively pressed into the trunk of a tree. 

“Is that so?” He chuckles, kissing at your neck. You try to bite back the moans, but he nips at the splotchy skin he left from earlier, eliciting a garbled whine from your lips. 

“Oh heavens,” You cry out, gripping his shoulders. Another laugh, this one more devious than the last graces your ears. 

“No my sweet, the things I’m about to do to you will not be heavenly.” He huffs, lowering your body slightly to where you can feel something hard press into the apex of your thighs. 

“Then stop talking and take me already,” Exasperated from his teasing tongue your mouth turns down in a frown. 

He pulls you away from the tree, slamming you rather roughly into a large boulder near the shoreline. The wind is knocked out of you with his action. He slides you upon the boulder, grasping at the plush skin of your thighs. “Hold on darling.” He mumbles and before you have much time to regain any form of thought his tongue plunges into the place no one else has ever touched. A scream of pleasure rolls from your throat, the movement against the sensitive bud making you squirm. It felt so good like you were becoming a piece of glass about to explode. 

“Ngh–yes, oh my – f’eels so good.” Garbled nonsense sputters from your mouth as the man works the folds of your wet cunt like a master. A moan shakes from his throat, sending shockwaves through your nerves. 

“P-please, h–ugh–harder.” He listens well, sliding one of his clawed fingers into your throbbing pussy. You squirm from the intense amount of pleasure. With just one finger it felt like he was stretching you out, but through the slight sting, your walls still clenched around his finger. “That feels so good, ha,”

His lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it while he moved his finger slowly in and out of you. You start to shake, an overwhelming feeling radiating through your entire being. Just as you feel the crest of whatever sensation that was he releases your abused clit, grinning up from between your legs. “Such a good girl,” He hisses, but a wash of realization crashes any pleasure you once felt as his red irises stare back at you. Illuminated in the moonlight a short gasp escapes your lips. You want to explain, it was an accident of course, but if the last thing you got to see was his eyes, you could die happy. His eyes glow with an ethereal gleam, his free hand clawing into your outer thigh. You let out a small cry as blood rushes forth. He lifts your leg, turning the axis of your hips to reveal the gash of flesh he tore into. He brings his teeth to the surface, sinking into the tender skin. You hiss in pain but the calming stare of his eyes brings you to a sense of euphoria. His tongue dances around, lapping up the copper liquid with appreciation. 

He lifts from your bloodied thigh, red painting his mouth as he smirks at you. “You are mine, little siren, you belong to me. You belong to the Demon King.”

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Fragments | Satoru Gojo x YN [TEASER]

“Wow.” Is all you can muster, but it riles him up enough. His energy is icy hot, running all over your skin as he buzzes through spots. You feel like throwing up by the time he’s taken you back to your room. You’re surprised you didn’t melt away and by the looks of it, Satoru is liking the fact you could handle him. You wonder if he’d share the same look if you were able to take his cock all the way. You’d clutch the sheets as he slowly pressed himself into your entrance, grinning like a fool when his hips snapped against your thighs. You’d be his pretty girl, a true match for him. 

“YN?” Satoru is blinking down at you from where you sit on the bed. Your brows draw together in confusion. Your stomach had that conflicted mix of emotions again. Then again, maybe you just had to throw up. 

“Your fucking teleportation messed up my brain.” You whack his arm, harder than you mean to. He tilts his head while you throw yourself back on the bed. The coolness of the sheets are a welcome change from the clammy mess he’d made you. He always had to put you through one thing or another. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He questions, sitting next to you. 

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” You grumble, shoving him to no avail. He was always pestering you. Asking for you to clarify the meaning of your words, wondering how you were feeling, if you had a good day or not. It made your stomach churn in an angry storm. He laughs softly leaning back against the wall. 

“Probably, but I kind of just want to stay here.” He replies, studying the clothes you’d hung up to dry in the nice breeze. Your body cools as his words hit your brain. Which wasn’t working right. Damn it, you needed to get away from this fuck face. The only option was to push him away with your words. If that didn’t work you’d have to move onto the final card. Besides, getting some of your pent up frustration would probably feel good. Lord knows you’ve had years to think about what you’d say to him when you got the chance.

“So people can change?” You laugh dryly. Satoru sucks in a breath, picking up on your change in tone.

“Okay, obviously you want to talk about it. So let’s talk about it.” He sits up and you follow suit after a pause. Well, that worked a bit better than you’d originally thought it would. 

“I’m only allowed to tell my therapist my feelings.” You shrug, moving to stand from the bed. Satoru stops you with a gentle hand reaching out for your hand. 

“YN, I’m a dick.” He states. You roll your eyes. That and so much more. 

“They say you are what you eat.” His serious look cracks into a smile then falls just as quickly. This whole conversation was making you feel gross. 

“I missed you.” His words send a poisonous coil up your spine. You flip to look at him, a genuine scowl on your face. This asshole could send you hurling into a frenzy of confusion and then make you want to stab him about eighty-thousand times. 

“But you saw me every month.” You snap in a faux sweet tone. His eyes widen and for a moment you want to stop. Stop all of it. You just wanted your best friend back. “Listen, I can’t do this right now Satoru.” Even his name feels foreign on your tongue. 

“I thought you wanted to reconcile.” He whispers and it stings almost like an insult. You stand and nod your head in agreement. 

“Oh I do, but it’s going to take me a while to get used to the big city again.” You shoot a look over your shoulder. “My life is still controlled by the clan and unlike you, I don’t get off when I disobey. I didn’t have a choice, at any point.” Your face twitches as your eyes well up. Fuck – this was getting to real for you. The aloof flip between just trying to get him to leave and actually having this conversation was tearing you up inside.  

“Then…why are you here?” Fucking blue eyed freak. Your body feels hot and cold, both temperatures running up your nerves like pinpricks. Time for the last card. 

“Want me to show you?” His brows are constantly drawn together around you. You don’t blame him, even you were perplexed on where this conversation had gone.

“What?” He sounds like he’s both asking a question and answering you. He scoots to the edge of the bed and you position yourself between his knees. His hands absentmindedly trail up the back of your thighs. The sensation of his fingertips on your bare skin make the world around you swirl. It could be the dizzy feeling or the way his hands felt against your skin, either way, you lean down to press your lips against his. His mouth moves against yours this time, wrapping his hands around the back of your knees. He pulls lightly to where you’re straddling him. With his mouth still connected to yours he shifts you back a bit more. You break for air, smothered by his presence again. “Fuck.” He hisses. He moves one of his hands to your ass, the other one playing with the dip of your hip. 

“That tickles.” You say under a hitched breath while your eyes roll shut. Betrayed by your own body. By this point you should be used to those close to you betraying you. Satoru hums in content as his hand slips under your top. 

“Like you fuckin’ care.” His long fingers slide against your skin, finding the soft material of your bra. You press your hips down, begging for friction against his thigh. “Slow down darlin’, enjoy the ride.” 

Your eyes open suddenly and you place your hands on his chest. Don’t make it obvious. He’s looking at you expectantly. Waiting for you…willing to listen. Damn it. 

“I need to go.” You blurt. His eyes widen as you scurry off of him and out of the room. Before his eyes can peer into your body, find the truth behind your words, you nearly jump off him. You scramble outside and bite down on your finger to hold in the scream. You weren’t ready for that, in no way were you ready to have Satoru touching your bare skin. Have his…burning hands all over your body, trancing the curves and dimples. 

You definitely weren’t ready for it to feel that good. You weren’t supposed to like this. You cover your face and scream inside your hands. Fuck.

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Under the Goddess' Veil [TEASER]

A/n: This fic was a tad bit spur of the moment to take a break from rewriting some of Lady of Amberguard. Turns out I really like the idea and haven't been able to stop writing on it for 2 days. I will say this will be a bit of plot in the first 4 or 5 thousand words but from then on...dear Lord forgive me for the absolute FILTH I have planned.

Description: I'll give a silly one for right now, basically a maiden gets sacrificed to 5 dragons and a lot of fucking happens. The end.

Pairings: Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Uzui Tengen, and Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

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“I was supposed to be sacrificed to you for the honor of my village…” You trail off, trying to connect the dots. You glance in the direction of Sanemi, his usually stern eyes softening when they connect with yours. “Are you going to eat me?” Your words sound pitiful, like you had accepted that fact already – and you had. You’d be raised on the single constant that you would be fed to the Gods atop the neverending tips.

Uzui appears in front of you, a lazy smirk playing with his lips as he leans down to be eye level with you. “Not in the way you’re thinking.” He purrs, rolling his smirk into his mouth.

Kyojuro pushes forward, his long hair whipping in the wind Obanai was still creating. “Your humans assume when we request a maiden to be given to us that we would feast upon her supple flesh,” He sighs, looking at Obanai as he speaks. “Every century our loneliness becomes unbearable. There was the occasional soul that attempted to harm us, wanting to take the hoard for themself, but that didn’t last long. Other draconics would visit us, but some of them would fight for our territory.” Your eyes are drawn to Sanemi again and his plethora of scars. He avoids your gaze at all costs, he finds the outer wall of the cave particularly interesting.

Kyojuro continues with a solemn smile. “Then one day a beautiful woman found her way into the lower tunnels. She came begging us to help her village, people were sick – dying. She was ready to give anything to us for the sake of the people.”

Uzui, who is leaning against the wall, pipes up again. “So she gave us her body.” Your brows knit together. Her body? What exactly did that mean? Kyojuro shoots him a glare before setting himself in front of your gaze, staring into your eyes.

“The women before you were scared, frightened of the big bad monsters within the Ponorich peaks. Most of them tried to escape with no avail…they would get lost and starve or stay within our sight and do the same thing. There were others that would find our hoard and selfishly conspire to harm us to take it.” Kyojuro’s eyes are bright swirls. “We want a mate, a bride.” Bride…you had dreamed about a day adorned with joy once. It had been a quick thought, squashed by the reality that you understood from a very young age. Though, now perhaps you could live the life that had been taken away from you.

The wind dies down and you quickly look behind to find Obanai stepping onto the edge in a graceful manner. He nods his head at you, an ethereal glow still present in his eyes. It made your stomach dip in the strangest way. "You can have one of us,” He waves his arm to the group of men, their eyes trained on you. Obanai steps forward, picking up your hands softly. You peer at him through your lashes. “Or all of us." He finishes. A distinguishing feeling glides through your very being. Something that tells you if you were going to die for the village the least you could do was live for them.

"I-I'd like to have all of you..." You stammer, your confidence dropping with every second. When did you decide to become so brazen? Here you were, a maiden surrounded by five men that surely looked upon you with heat and desire.

"Are you sure you can handle that little doe? Becoming the wife of five hungry dragons isn't going to be easy. You will ache when you are without us and you will ache when you are with us." Giyuu coos, placing a hand on your back. It sends licks of warmth that jolt to where you had never been touched.

“You will become ours in every way possible.” Uzui is now to your other side, hand upon your waist. “We will take you whenever we want,” A piece of hair falls to the side of his ear, distracting you for a moment until he brings your gaze back to him with fingers under your chin. “And you can take us whenever you want.”

Kyojuro hangs his arms around your shoulders, placing himself square behind you. The thin material of your slip does nothing to hide the warmth radiating off the man. “When our heat occurs you will have to be careful. One of us may ravish you and then two more join in.” He nudges your head with affection and your stomach stirs.

“Are you willing to make sacrifices?” Sanemi asks, still standing a few feet away from the huddle the rest of them had now created around you.

“I was raised to do so.” You reply, a confident nod moving your head.

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Topaz and Garnet Teaser

Prince Kyojuro x Fem YN

“Let go of me.” You huff, pushing at his chest. Kyojuro’s eyes trail over your face, a smirk present on his lips as he watches you squirm.

“And if I don’t?” He questions quietly. You stop trying to wriggle your way out and glare at him. He was only making you believe the rumors more.

“Then I’ll scream.” You reply plainly. His smirk grows as he leans closer to the shell of your ear. His body is warm and his breath is steamy as it moistens your skin.

“I’d love to hear you scream, preferably my name.”

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Temptress

His hands were big, almost bigger than your chest. It was surprising the first time you looked at them, really looked at them. He was just sitting there, hand splayed out behind him to support his lean as he chatted with surrounding friends. His fingers added to the length, but the way the muscles made his hand look like a piece of art was something you’d never noticed about anyone else. Then, he’d glance over at you staring at his hands, curiosity getting the better of him. He noticed the way your eyes were half lidded, almost as if you were in a daze. 

“Y/n?” He felt his mouth say your name, but he didn’t mean to say it so loud. Now everyone was staring at the two of you. Your attention was now on his eyes, how vibrant they looked in the sun. A mix of red and yellow haze. 

“Yes?” You smile innocently, like you weren’t just thinking mostly devious thoughts about your friend’s hands. He glances at the small crowd and then back to you. 

“Would you like to come with me to get some snacks for everyone?” He gets up to stand, stretching out his arms in front of you. Was he always this built? 

“Uhh…” Your brain stops working as he smiles at you, a smile that lit up places that weren’t usually supposed to feel this way. “Sure…” You finally reply. His smile grows as he starts to walk toward the inner hallways of the building. You follow silently behind him, observing the way his stride was longer than yours. He suddenly stops and you nearly walk into his back. 

“Y/n.” He states firmly, turning to look at you. You’re confused now. What could he want?

“Yes?” You watch as he lifts his hand in front of your face. 

“Why were you staring at my hands so much?” He questions. You blink, then blink again. Huh? He noticed? Fuck.

“Well, uh, heh.” You glance to either side, wondering if you should just book it away from him. He almost seems to sense what you’re thinking of because he closes the distance between you. “What are you-?”

“I bet you I can take a guess.” He whispers. You furrow your brows, shaking your head slightly. He couldn’t possibly-no, he can’t know what you were thinking of. Right? You laugh awkwardly, trying to cover up how hot your body was getting. 

“You don’t need to do that-”

“You, y/n, are very vulgar.” He studies his fingers one by one and then moves his middle and ring finger down, meeting your gaze over his knuckles. A small gasp escapes your lips. “Do you want to tell me specifics, or should I make up my own story?” He smirks, stepping even closer to you. 

“Kyojuro…” At first you want to deny him the pleasure, but did you also want to deny yourself? “Meet me at my place later, then I’ll tell you exactly what to do.” 

“As you wish, temptress.”

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Fuckish

The smack of your lips against his flushed skin made a shiver vibrate through him. “F-fuck you’re so good at that.” He whispers, eyes closing as he tries to focus. A playful smirk makes your lips raise. His fingers are tangled in your hair, slightly pulling your head away from him, but his length made up for that small distance. It’s not like you minded a little hair pulling now and again anyway. You must’ve been still for too long because a quiet whimper falls out into the silent room. Silent, as to say all you could hear was his heavy breathing and small moans. Your eyes travel up his tall body, admiring the muscular thighs in front of you and of course ogling the pectorals. They were big enough you could probably chew on them. His eyes are staring right back down at you. It sends a roll of excitement through your system, longing for those eyes to stare at you while you ride his cock. Admiring the way your whines sounded like a song. “Please…” Is the only word that he manages to say. You smile, wrapping your fingers around his erection, pumping him excruciatingly slow. “Oh God-” He throws his head back, a low groan rumbling throughout his body. His grip on your head tightens and you nearly giggle out loud. He’s squirming under your touch, it’s adorable. “Y/n, please-can’t-oh fuck,” He starts to push your mouth toward his tip, but you resist. He wasn’t ready yet, a little more fun and then you’d gladly give him what he wanted. You pick up the pace slightly and his thighs visibly tense. “F’uck, y/n, fuck.” His pants are cracking into moans and his hair is a mess atop his head. You move your mouth toward his head, licking the precum from the tip. He shudders at the feeling of your tongue. Then your mouth is around his length, sliding in tandem with your hand. “That feels so good baby, shit, you’re going to make me cum. Don’t stop, don’t-” He tenses again, his words crumbling into a slutty moan as he cums in your mouth. The thick liquid fills your mouth, a taste unlike any other as you swallow it all down. “You’re so fucking sexy princess.” He praises as he almost lovingly wipes away some spittle from the corner of your mouth. You move away from his touch after a moment, looking up at him with narrowed eyes.  “Don’t get the wrong idea, we’re nothing more than a wet dream, Satoru.”

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Duke Satoru Gojo Teaser!

a/n: Guys, I've written over 9k words and there's still no smut. Suprise it's another Gojo fic :,) I don't have an excuse except I'm a whore for this man and I thought he'd look really good as a Duke. Can you just imagine him in all those ruffles and tight waistcoats~ Anyway, I thought a little teaser of what's to come might be nice <3

Sitting down in the comfortable tall backed chair and spreading your legs was the easy part. Then you had to slide the skirt of your dress up so that your petticoat could be shuffled to the side. From there you steadily reached your hand down to find your needy pussy. It was so warm in between your legs, almost hot to the touch as your fingers skimmed your thigh. A gasp trickled out of your mouth as you felt the cloth that was against your pubic mound. It was already damp with excitement. You craved any amount of attention from Satoru. You wished he was here right now, watching you touch yourself. His vibrant eyes would soak in every ounce of your desire and give it back to you tenfold when he bent you over his desk and fucked you hard. He’d love to watch the tears stream down your face as you whimpered his name, formalities forgotten with each thrust. His pleasure would build and he’d greedily chase after it because your pussy feels so good wrapped around his cock, clenching every so often. 

You slip your fingers into your folds, finding the sensitive bud quickly. You bite down on your bottom lip as you drag a finger across it. How wonderfully close you already were. You lean your head back against the back of the chair and let out a breathy groan. Your fingers worked diligently as you squirmed under the pleasure. Whiny moans and the slick noise from your pussy created a symphony of ecstasy. “Satoru.” You whimper and your vision fills with his attractive body, edging you further down the line of insanity. Your climax has you clenching around your fingers and gripping the arms of the chair you were sitting in. Your breath is heavy with lust, the smell of what you had just done stinging your lungs. Panic sets in as you straighten out your skirt and head for the door. You slowly open the door and glance down both ways of the hallway. You sneak out and shut the door behind you, heading toward the secret staircase to the library. What you didn’t notice was Satoru just rounding the corner of the hallway. He catches a glimpse of you scurrying out of his office and tilts his head in bemusement. 

“Oh?” He mumbles to himself, his lips lifting in a devious smirk. He can’t help but feel curious as to why you would be in his office. He walks over to the door and opens it hesitantly. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the least you could’ve done was turn off the lights. Satoru trusted you enough to not even think about the possibility of you stealing some important document. Not that there was much you could get your hands on outside of the secret compartment behind one of the bookshelves. He carefully shuts the door behind him and wanders over to his desk, noticing that his chair is slightly askew. Well, that was odd, he prided himself on putting things back where they were supposed to go. Then it hits him, the fragrance of your perfume and a slight tang of some other smell was slathered all over this area. He peers down at his chair and his eyes light up with desire. A desire so strong it nearly made him feral. This wasn’t like him. Duke Satoru Gojo was known for nothing more than simple flings at lavish hotels. He never brought anyone home, to his sanctuary, his private affairs. Ever since he met you, he’d thought about your smile and how observant your gaze was. Whether or not you chose to misguide the information you gathered was really up to you, though it did amuse him greatly that you thought he was wed to his best friend. How irritated Shoko would’ve been if you had told her, he’d love to see the look on her face. What he was looking at now was even better. A small wet puddle could barely be made out in the dim light. It smelt of sex in a room never tainted by such a thing. He chuckles darkly to himself as he glances back at the door you’d snuck out of earlier. He feels himself grow more intoxicated by the smell of your sex. He wasn’t in his right mind, standing over a place where you had touched yourself. Had you thought about him? Did you leave your cum here hoping he’d find it? He touches his mouth as his cock aches to know the answer. He rolls his tongue against his lips as he imagines just how ravishing you’d look whimpering and whining under his touch. He’d fuck you so good. You’d only be able to cry out his name. “What a naughty girl.”

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Kisses with the Obey Me Characters

consists of: demon brothers & dateable's x gn!reader

a/n: I've been slowly working on this for the past month and a half so it's all over the place. my inner demons came out while writing Belphie's part, and I'm sorry to my fellow Barbatos lovers but I lost major motivation near the endings.

suggestive content in some parts, ooc, barely proofread

wc: 5.9k

my inbox is open, please help motivate me to get back into writing 😭😭

Lucifer:

Top of the head kisses!!!!

Lucifer would totally be the type to sneak up behind you when you’re sitting on the couch or at the dining table and planting one on the top of your head or side of your temple. 

And he has the audacity to just walk away after catching you by surprise, but don’t think you didn’t notice the ever growing smirk spreading across his face. 

Your legs were spread out in front of you, a blanket thrown across your lap with a book Satan had suggested in your hands. Eyes scanning across the pages, you were completely zoned out, unaware of the daunting figure standing behind you. Peering over your shoulder, Lucifer studied the words on one of the pages, getting an understanding that this was a book his younger brother had most likely recommended for you to read. 

Removing his attention from the book, he locked his eyes onto you, though he couldn’t see your face, he could only imagine the look of concentration you had. Raising a gloved hand, Lucifer gently placed it on your shoulder, startling you from your read. 

Head shooting up, your eyes searched around before landing on the eldest demon brother. The panic that was once swirling in your e/c irises was now replaced with a warm gaze, your lips lifting into a small smile as they parted to speak. 

“You scared me, Luci-” You had only begun to speak when he leaned over the back of the couch, his face closing in on yours. Your words stuttered when his lips glided across your warm cheek, not fully making contact until they met with the side of your temple. His lips were cold, but quickly warmed up upon making contact with your skin, with his eyes closed he took this moment to clear his head. Not worrying about how Mammon had taken his credit card once again, or how Beel had eaten all the food in the fridge, no, instead he thought about how nice it felt to be within your presence. Thinking about how much nicer it would feel to touch you even more than just this small kiss, but with his brother’s constantly stealing all of your time, Lucifer has found himself missing the small moments with you. 

Forcing himself to pull away, Lucifer spared you a quick glance before continuing past the couch, back in the direction he had previously been going before making a pitstop. Your book, now laid on an unoccupied cushion, your place long gone as your gaze followed the demon. From where you sat, you could see the sudden change of expression on his face. His usual stoic, disappointed look had shifted into a small smirk, his narrowed eyes sending you a suggestive look. 

“Meet me in my room tonight.” 

Mammon

Listen… You know that one scene from Spider-Man? And you know how Lucifer likes to tie Mammon upside down? 

He definitely would have done something to piss off Lucifer, and after hanging for hours you finally come to his rescue. 

Catching him off guard with a kiss was one sure way to fluster the second eldest (though he would NOT admit it). 

The doors to the House of Lamentation were thrown open, feet shuffling through the entrance and the sound of bags being carried in filled the entrance hall. 

Asmo, who had dragged you out to accompany him during his shopping spree, still continued to ramble about one of the many outfits he had seen at the store. His voice only stopped once the both of you had reached the bottom of the stairs, eyeing the figure of his older brother strung up by a rope from the top of the stairway. 

“Ehh…” He sighed, shaking his head with a slight frown, “Mammon’s back at it again.” 

“Wonder what he did this time,” You began, raising an eyebrow when the white haired demon muttered out a few incoherent words. And upon further inspection, you were able to notice that Mammon’s eyes were closed, his breathing slow and steady, indicating that he was truly asleep. “Did- Is he really asleep?” 

Resting a hand on his cheek, Asmo could only heavily exhale in disappointment. “Only he would fall asleep like that.” Chuckling to himself, Asmo took the shopping bags you were holding before beginning to head up the stairs to his bedroom. “You can take care of him, right, Y/N?” 

Leaving you without any time to protest, he was already up the stairs and out of your sight. Returning your attention to the second oldest, you slowly approached his slightly swaying figure. “Mammon?” You called, hoping that he would wake up so you could help him down. “Mammon it’s time to wake up.” 

His head shook, unsure on if he actually heard you or if he subconsciously responded to your call. Stopping right in front of him, you slowly lifted your arms, hands cupping his cheeks, thumbs brushing against his smooth skin. 

“Come on, Mammon. I really don’t want to untie you and watch you fall on your head.” 

He didn’t respond. 

Sighing, you took a moment to study his face. The way his eyelashes fluttered whenever your thumb would get too close to his eyes, the way his lips were parted, puffs of air escaping him as he grumbled in his sleep. 

Instinctively, your face slowly inched closer towards his, gaze flickering between his lips and eyes that remained closed. 

It didn’t happen immediately when your lips touched, but a few moments after, did Mammon’s eyes finally flutter open. His head foggy as he tried to recall the last thing he remembered, but all his focus left his body the moment he realized that you were standing right in front of him, upside down? 

No…no, how could he have forgotten. He was the one upside down, having pissed off Lucifer he now suffered being strung up and left for who knows how long. But…why were you standing so close to him? And why were your eyes closed? And why were your lips pressed against his?

His face was quick to erupt in flames, the pounding of his heart speeding up and echoing in his ears. He was barely given any time to adjust to the kiss before you were pulling away with a face full of surprise, lips parting to say something, you were stopped by Mammon’s muddled words. His voice cracking as he tries to speak, jerking his body back causing him to swing back and forth. 

“WhAt- you…hey! O-of course ya would- I mean- Ha! You should consider yourself lucky to have k-kissed the great Mammon, human!” He averted his gaze away from you, instead focusing on a wall to the left. 

“Oh, I’m so very lucky.” You said, an amused smile raising as you shook your head at his antics. “Are you perhaps ready to get down? Or do you want to hang some more?” 

“What’re ya, stupid?! Of Course I want let down!” He replied, huffing and rolling his eyes, jerking on the rope once more, “I would’ve already escaped, but Lucifer tied to rope too tigh-” Right as he was about to finish his sentence, due to his recent constant movement, the rope tied around his feet had come loose. His body falling to the floor, making you take a quick step back and wince as he let out a loud groan. “Nevermind.” 

“That’s tough bud.” 

Levi

Hear me out on this…

Levi has been hauled up in his room for days playing some new game that has come out, and he’s been doing so good on it until he gets to the final boss. 

He’s been working on this last boss over and over again that he’s begun to neglect himself of his meals, so you, being the nice human you are, decide to take him some because you’ve been worried about him. 

But once you’re in his room, and trying to get him to pause the game for a moment, he finally does it. He beats the final boss. And in a rush of pure adrenaline he jumps up and kisses you right on the spot, not realizing what he was doing until he pulls away. 

From the other side of the door you could hear the sounds of Levi groaning in frustration, the fighting sequence playing out from the game he was currently trying to beat. 

Knocking on the door, you waited patiently, ready to recall the password to gain access to the third eldest brother’s room. But upon waiting a few more moments, there was no reply from the demon, instead, there was only the continuous sounds of buttons being smashed. 

“Levi? Can I come in?” You asked, hoping that he had heard you over the loud volume of his tv. With no response, you balanced the small tray that consisted of a couple slices of spicy rainbow pizza you had learned how to make, specifically for him, along with a cup of warm tea. Using your now free hand, you grasped the door knob, giving it a small twist before gently pushing open the door. 

Sitting in front of the tv, quite closely to be exact, was Levi. Controller in his hand as his fingers rapidly mashed against the buttons, muttering quietly to himself. 

Walking into the dimly lit room, you proceeded to his desk, setting the tray down before sighing out, “Levi, maybe you should take a break. I haven’t seen you at dinner the last couple days, so maybe a food break would hel-” 

“Oh-” He suddenly froze, causing you to pause your words. With furrowed eyebrows, you took a step closer to the demon, glancing briefly at the tv screen. “Ah…” The screen flashed brightly, in big, bold words across the screen, YOU WIN! 

“Oh, you won.” You stated, switching your gaze from the tv back to Levi, his eyes widening, finally realizing what those words said. 

“I won…” He trailed off, abruptly standing up from the floor, turning towards you with an ever growing smile. “I won!” His voice presumed more enthusiastically, fist pumping in the air as he had seen many anime protagonists do. “I finally did it!” 

Laughing in amusement at his action, you nodded your head, “Yes, you did it. Now you can take a break, right?” You never got a response, as the next thing you knew, his lips were attached to yours. 

Arms wrapped around your waist, holding you against him, his lips moved against yours slowly. His confidence grew stronger with every passing second…well…that is, until he pulled away and realized what he had done. 

“WAAAHHH!!” He threw himself back, stumbling over his feet and landing on his butt. His face was quickly turning red, heart pounding erratically in his chest, “Y-you..” He couldn’t find any words to say, and even if he could, he doubted he’d be able to get them out with stuttering over each one. 

Burying his face in his hands, he let out an embarrassed cry, his shoulders shaking as the picture of him pulling away from your lips played in his mind. The way your eyes fluttered open and immediately locked eyes with him, the way the corner of your lips lifted into a small smile, the way you…the way you looked like you enjoyed it.

No! No way would you actually have enjoyed a kiss with some stupid otaku…but…

“Levi,” You called his name, crouching on the floor in front of him, gently pulling his hands away from his blushing face. Hesitantly looking at you, his body shivered at the soft expression on your face, “As much as I enjoyed that kiss, I’d really like for you to eat, I even made your favorite.” 

“Huh?” Turning his attention to the desk which held his meal, he smiled at the sight of his favorite pizza. “Oh thanks, I’ve been meaning to get something to eat.” 

Chuckling at his response, you pat the top of his head before standing up, “It was my first time making it, so let me know how it tastes, okay?” Presenting him one last smile, you took your leave, making sure to close the door behind you. 

“Of cour- WAIT! DID YOU SAY YOU ENJOYED IT?!” 

Satan

Satan… Oh the book loving demon. 

You both would be cuddled up, him reading one of his books and you scrolling through Devilgram. 

One of his hands securely held the book, while his other held onto your hand, thumb caressing your palm, breath hitching everytime it began to tickle. 

But wait! He unconsciously brings your conjoined hands near his lips, pressing light kisses to your fingertips, making his way up the palm of your hand to your wrist, stopping when his lips were met with the beating of your pulse. 

AND HE’S DOING THIS ALL WHILE STILL READING, but don’t let him think that you miss the way his lips quirk up into a small smirk at the sudden jump in your heart rate. 

You stared down at the screen of the device in your hand, thumb scrolling through today's feed which seemed to mostly consist of Asmo and what he had been doing all day. Sat beside you was Satan, quietly reading through the pages of a book he had plucked from one of his shelves before settling down with you. His eyes skimming across the pages, his thumb lightly brushing against the palm of your hand that he held, paying no mind to the way your breath hitched to hold back from laughing. 

Feeling your hand being lifted, you turned your attention away from Devilgram for the moment, watching as the blonde haired demon brought your conjoined hands up to meet his lips. Delicately kissing the tips of your fingers all the while continuing to read, your D.D.D. long forgotten as you could only watch him with curiosity swimming in your eyes. Paying no mind to your gaze on him, he continued his ministrations, dragging his lips across the palm of your hand. Only stopping once he got to your wrist, his lips hovering over your pulse point before kissing it tenderly, smirking when he felt your pulse rise from his actions. 

“Satan?” You breathed out, hand stuttering in his grasp, heat swirling in your chest as you watched him set his book down. Instead of responding verbally, he pulled you onto his lap, hands resting on your hips while finally meeting your gaze. 

Adjusting his position, he buried his face into your neck, lips brushing against the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way up to your jaw. Tightening his hold on your hips he pulled away briefly, gauging your reaction before leaning back into to peck at the corners of your mouth. Smirk growing when you told him to stop teasing you, egging him on even more, he avoided your lips altogether. 

Leaving kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose, purposely depriving you of what you really wanted. 

“Y/N,” He sighed, moving his hands from your hips to wrap around your waist, hugging you against his chest. “You’re beautiful.” 

And finally…finally he gives in. 

Allowing himself to fall into your desires by locking his lips with yours, slowly moving in sync. Your hands traveled up his shoulders until they were met with the back of his head, fingers tangling into his soft hair. 

With your D.D.D. and his book long forgotten, the both of you got lost in your own desires, not hearing the knocks coming from the other side of the door saying that dinner was ready. 

Asmo

While he is the Avatar of Lust, he enjoys being intimate with you. 

Showering together

Doing skin care together

He just loves being close with you, and he especially loves being able to admire your beauty. 

And if he does that by watching you through the mirror as you do the skin care routine he had taught you, then who are you to complain? 

The bathroom was warm, steam still fogging up part of the mirror from the hot bath Asmo and you had taken. Standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around you, you stared into the mirror as you gently rubbed in the moisturizer Asmo had given you. 

Behind you, Asmo also stood in only a towel, gazing over your shoulder into the mirror rubbing his own moisturizer in. Though he seemed to struggle with finishing his routine as all he could find himself doing was watching you, mesmerized with your movements. 

“Something wrong?” You asked, catching his eyes through the mirror, “You always finish up before me, what’s up?” 

“Hm?” He snaps out of his daze, shaking his head with a smile, “Oh nothing, I was just admiring your beauty through the mirror darling, but of course, look at me as well. I’m the most beautiful person in all of Devildom,” He sighed happily, resting one of his hands against his cheek, “I was simply thinking about how fitting it was that I have the pleasure of having someone as beautiful as you by my side.” 

Rolling your eyes, you smiled at his words, “How kind of you, my dear.” There wasn’t much left for you to do, except for getting dressed in your pajamas and then to finally relax in bed after the long day you’ve had, but as you were about to exit the bathroom, the fifth eldest brother stopped you. 

His hands wrapping around your waist while leaning his chin onto your shoulder, continuing to stare at you through the mirror without a word. 

“Asmo? Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask once more, attempting to turn your head to look at him face to face, but it was no use from how close he stood. 

“I’m perfectly fine, my love. I just can’t help but admire how amazing you are.” He whispered, removing his chin from your shoulder, but still hovering over your bare skin. His lips slowly drag their way across your shoulder to your neck, giving you a quick peck before laying his cheek against the side of your head. “It’s as if you have me under some sort of spell.” 

“Maybe I do.” You joked, turning around in his hold and pressing your lips against his in a swift kiss. “While you stand here all dazed, I’m going to get ready for bed.” Pulling yourself out of his embrace, you were finally able to escape the bathroom, “I’ll see you in bed once you’re finished, okay?” 

You didn’t wait for his response, desperate to get some clothes on and lay in bed, but you were still able to hear his somewhat mumbled ‘okay’ before exiting. 

Slowly returning to his routine, he still found himself thinking about you in that moment, the way you looked, the way your skin felt against his. The more he thought about it, the more his face began to heat up, and he knew it wasn’t just from the temperature of the bath he took. 

Maybe you did have some sort of spell on him. 

Or maybe, he just realized that he was in love with you. 

Beel

Beel is definitely the type to love you no matter of your insecurities/flaws, he’s just so babygirl like that. 

And something that he loves, besides eating and working out, is getting to lay in between your legs, his head resting on your stomach. 

This mostly occurs in your bedroom late at night while having a movie marathon, or even if you were just scrolling through your D.D.D. before bed. 

But sometimes he would catch you off guard, littering kisses around your body while you were too distracted. 

He secretly loves the look of surprise that flashes across your face when you feel his lips on your skin, but what he even loves more is how flustered you become after catching him in the act. 

The room was dimly lit, only the soft glow of the tv illuminating the walls. You laid on your back, one arm behind your head while the other rested on the Avatar of Gluttony’s back. His body was nuzzled between your legs, arms loosely wrapped around your sides, with his head laying atop your stomach. 

Your full attention was solely on the tv, completely absorbed into the movie Levi had recommended you watch. And Beel, well, he decided to tag along to spend some time with you, and so far he wasn’t regretting it. 

The movie wasn’t all that interesting to him, but he could see how invested you were into the plot as it only continued to thicken. Smiling when your hand clenched the back of his shirt, watching as the main character figured out what they had been missing the whole time. 

Using one of his hands, he slowly lifted the bottom of your shirt, nudging his head in between the material of the cloth and your skin. Sighing, contently when he laid his head back down, the warmth of your skin bringing a new sense of comfort to him. 

Being too captivated by the movie, you were unaware of the sudden shift underneath your shirt, or the sensation of the sixth eldest pressing light kisses to your stomach. His hand that had lifted your shirt holding your waist, fingers softly tickling your side, hoping for a reaction. 

Flinching in your spot, you glanced down at the lump in your shirt, instinctively smacking at the hand that was tickling you. “Stop that, it tickles.” You scolded, the corners of your lips twitching as you tried to hold back your laughter. 

With the tickling stopped and your attention now off the movie, you were now able to just barely feel his lips pressed against your stomach. Mumbling incoherent words from underneath your shirt, Beel tried to pull you even closer to him. 

Your eyes widened briefly, lips parting in surprise, “Beel?” You whispered, gripping the bottom of your shirt with one hand and pulling it off his head. “What are you doing?” You asked slowly, getting a good look at his face now that you could see it. 

His eyes were closed, laying his head back down but still tilted up in your direction. The smile he displayed was one you had seen many times, most often when you would catch him in the kitchen after nightfall, snacking on the leftover food in the fridge despite Lucifer telling him not to. 

“I love you.” He stated, without even an ounce of doubt, opening his eyes to finally see your reaction. 

You were frozen in place, hand still on his back, though it still gripped his shirt tightly. Eyes widened, staring down at the demon in surprise, feeling your face begin to heat up as his words finally sunk in. 

Instead of finding any words to say, you hide your face behind your hands, whining out that he shouldn’t catch you off guard like that. 

But it’s okay, you’ll deal with the newfound heat bubbling in your chest. It’s totally worth it when he chuckles deeply, giving you his usual puppy dog smile and repeating those same words. “I really love you.” 

Belphie

Sleepy boy, Belphie, who spends most of his time napping. 

Oftentimes dragging you along with him up to the attic where he knows you would least likely be disturbed, falling asleep pretty fast, leaving you wide awake as you would have just woken up for the day. 

But that’s okay! You’ll still lay there with him, your arms holding him close just as he liked, admiring the soft look on his face while he peacefully slept. 

It’s too bad though, that you didn’t make sure he was truly asleep, because now you’re stuck having to hear his teasing remarks. 

It was warm in the room, yet not warm enough to make it unbearable. 

Or maybe it wasn’t the room, no…maybe it was the thick fuzzy blanket and the youngest demon brother that had your body heat skyrocketing? You had been laying with Belphie for not even twenty minutes, but the demon was already asleep. His arms were wrapped around your waist, head buried in your chest, refusing to be separated from you. 

Slowly removing your arms from around him, you broke free from his hold after struggling for a few silent moments. Slipping the blanket off of you and tucking it under the side he was currently laying on, you shuffled around in the bed, searching for a more comfortable position to help you cool off. Slipping your arm under the pillow you were using, you shifted down the bed so you were face to face with the sleeping demon. 

His bangs were messily splayed across his forehead, eyebrows furrowed briefly before smoothing back out. A soft smile made its way onto your face, moving your hand to cup his cheek, brushing away the stray hairs that rested above his eyes. Moving your head closer, you brushed your nose against his, laughing lightly when his lips pursed, almost puckering and asking for a kiss. 

“You’re so weird when you sleep.” You laughed quietly, giving the tip of his nose a quick kiss before resting your head back onto the pillow, content with just watching as he napped, knowing that you’d fall asleep sooner or later. 

“That wasn’t a real kiss,” Your body jolted in shock, not prepared for Belphie’s voice to suddenly ring out, let alone his eyes to be peering into yours. His lips were set into a pout, “I want a real kiss.” 

“I- what?” 

“You were the one watching me sleep, I saw the way you looked at me.” He said, lips twitching up into a smirk. Slowly pushing himself up, he used his arms to keep him up, hovering over you. 

“I was not!” You huffed, turning your head to the side, trying not to let it show that his teasing words had affected you. But with the way his thumb and index finger gripped your chin, turning your head back to face him, and the way your heart began to hammer in your chest. You knew that he knew what kind of effect he had on you, the smirk on his face said enough. 

“Oh?” His voice was smooth, “So, you look at everyone like that?” He was pouting again, but this time he was doing it on purpose, teasing you, purposely trying to get under your skin. 

“What? No, I don’t.” You answered, rolling your eyes, trying to look anywhere else but his beautiful violet eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“You only look at me like that, right?” He asked teasingly, leaning in closer to your face, much like you had done before, brushing your noses against one another. “You’ll only look at me like that, right?” He rephrased, breath fanning against your lips as his eyes closed, your lips molding together much to your surprise, though you guess you should have suspected it coming from the Avatar of Sloth who enjoyed getting under people’s skin. 

His lips were surprisingly soft, and tasted faintly of the hell cream cat tongue cookies you saw Beel munching on after breakfast this morning, remembering how the twins had made the journey last night to Madam Scream’s to specifically get them. 

Your lips moved in sync with his, gasping when his hand that had been gripping your chin slid down your side, holding your hip as the kiss became more heated. After another long moment, you pulled away as best as you could to regain your breath, the demon following after you, not quite done with his assault on your lips just yet. 

“I like it when you look at me like that.” He whispered, attaching his lips to your neck, allowing you your moment to breathe.

But don’t expect him to wait long, his want for a peaceful nap with you long gone, replaced with a growing fire inside him. 

Diavolo

Diavolo is a very, very busy man. I mean, he is the future ruler of Devildom after all. 

Time with him is rare, and even when you do get a sliver of a moment, Barbatos is always there to fetch his master who had run away from the work he needed to do. 

With the almighty loyal servant of Lord Diavolo, one would imagine that he would never lose track of the future king. 

So imagine everyone’s surprise when Diavolo is nowhere to be found. Sure, he was on a break right now, but within an hour he had a very important student council meeting to attend. 

But little did everyone know, was that Diavolo had been ambushed by his favorite human who was supposed to be walking to their next class, and dragged into the nearest supply closet. 

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” Diavolo asked, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you close the door sneakily, laughing when you leaned your back against the door as an extra measure to keep people out. 

“Let’s not talk about how much trouble I’ll be in with Lucifer right now.” You sighed, pushing yourself away from the door and approaching the demon. “I’ve barely seen you these past few days, it’s been torture.” You dramatically spoke, falling into his awaiting arms. Hugging him closely, you breathed in his scent, your nerves calming with just the slightest touch from him. “I’ve missed you.” 

He hums in agreement, tightening his hold on you, tucking his head into the crevice of your neck. “I’ve missed you as well. Getting away from Barbatos is…quite a tricky task.” 

“I can imagine,” You laughed, moving your head back so you could see his face. Still as handsome as the last time you had seen him, if not more. “I’m just happy I was able to catch you on my way to class.” 

Not saying anything more, the both of you leaned in, lips connecting in a heated, passionate kiss. Your hands finding themselves unbuttoning his coat, toying with the tie tied around his neck. His own hands were on the back of your head, holding you in place, refusing to be apart from you after having not had any time to see you lately. 

Taking a step forward, Diavolo swiveled around, pushing you against the wall he had been leaning on. Hands now perched onto your hips, pulling you closer to him, his lips traveling down your jaw and neck, stopping when they reach the collar of your uniform. 

“Do you-” He started, pulling back just enough to catch a glimpse of your flushed out expression. His words were cut off by three knocks at the supply closet door, the shadow of the person on the other side peeking through the crack underneath. 

“My Lord, I have given you as much time as possible, but it’s time for the meeting.” Barbatos’ voice rang out from the other side, a hint of amusement in the situation, but sternness as his master still had to attend to his duties. “You as well, Y/N.” 

Your shoulders dropped in disappointment, sighing solemnly as you fixed your slightly wrinkled uniform before helping Diavolo straighten up his tie and button up his coat once more. 

“Hey,” Diavolo spoke softly, catching hold of your hand before you could make your way to the door. You stopped in your tracks, squeezing his hand back as you gave him your attention. “Why don’t you come stay at the castle tonight? I’ll speak with Barbatos, that way we can spend the night together, what do you say?” 

“Really?” The hopeful look in your eyes caught him off guard as you lovingly gazed at him, his smile dropping as a blush rose to his cheeks. 

“Yes,” He answered without a waver, “I’ll make it happen.” He said, smiling in reassurance, “I’ll make anything happen for you, Y/N.” 

As long as you keep that look in your eyes.

Barbatos

Barbatos is a very dignified man, always keeping his composure as the loyal servant to the future king of Devildom, Lord Diavolo. 

But that doesn’t mean that he has another side to him, in fact, I believe that Barbatos is a man with many different sides. 

I see him as being more intimate with you in private. 

Now that’s not to say he’d say no to a kiss in front of others, but only a peck here and there. But I think that alone time with him completely makes up for the lack of pda.

After the doors are closed, he’s on you like a light, completely ravishing you and letting you know how much he appreciates you. 

Stepping into the dark room, Barbatos undid the buttons of his blazer. A sigh slipped past his lips when he shed the clothed material, his gloves coming off next, fingers smoothing out the silk texture before moving further into the room, stopping beside his bed. 

You were sprawled out in his sheets, clutching one of his pillows in your arms as a substitute until he was able to slip away from work for the night. You had arrived earlier in the night, having dinner with him and Diavolo before scurrying to his bedroom, leaving him with a quick peck on the cheek and telling him that you’d wait for him. 

Turning his attention to the clock beside his bed, he sighed at the time displayed. He knew that he had overworked once again and kept you waiting until you had fallen asleep alone, but at least he could have the joy of waking up with you in his arms before repeating the day all over again. 

Quickly changing into some sleeping clothes, the demon got into bed, adjusting your form into a more comfortable one for you to wake up in before lying down himself. Throwing an arm around your waist he sighed out once again, blinking owlishly when he found your eyes staring straight into his. 

“Hey.” You said, voice hoarse, having just woken up from a deep sleep. 

“Hello.” He pulled the blanket up over your shoulders, scooting closer towards you in the bed, “I’m sorry for making you wait.” His eyes closed momentarily, taking in the silence of the room, allowing himself to relax into the soft cushiness of the bed. 

“It’s okay, you’re here now.” Tucking the blanket under your chin, you gave him a small smile, meeting his eyes once they had reopened. His eyes were narrowed in a teasing manner, a small, crooked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“It’s been a while since we’ve had time to ourselves, my dear.” He started, closing in on you and brushing a hand over your cheek, “Truly is such a shame that our time has been reduced to the late hours of the night.” 

You hum quietly, eyes feeling heavy once more, you lean in closer and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Pulling away to lay back in bed, the green haired demon followed after you, his lips capturing yours before you could even register what was happening. Your eyes widened, gasping into the kiss, your startled expression causing him to smile into the kiss. 

“Barb?” Your voice shook, gasping for air when he pulled away, opting to hold you close to his chest for the time being. 

“Shhh,” He cooed, one hand wrapped around your waist, while the other was under your head, acting as a pillow to keep you close to him. “Go to sleep, my love.” Kissing your forehead, he laid his head down onto his pillow, nestling his head on top of your. “Sleep well.” 

Simeon

M O R N I N G     K I S S E S

He’d wake you up with kisses early in the morning, despite you specifically telling him to not wake you up early. 

He’d smile while doing so, even going as far to tickle your sides to get you up and moving. 

And he’s just too damn adorable with his eyes crinkled as he puts on a big smile, voice soft as he tells you it’s time to wake up, so of course, you can never stay mad at him. 

Your eyes fluttered open, the lantern on the bedside table lit, casting an orange hue across the room. You could feel the soft texture of Simeon’s lips, peppering kisses across your cheeks, his lips curled up into a smile as he did so. 

“It’s time to get up.” He whispered, his breath tickling your cheek as his lips slid across your skin, kissing the tip of your nose. “I let you sleep in for a couple minutes longer.” 

“Nooo,” You whined, turning your head to the side and attempting to cover your head with the blanket. 

“Yes yes, we have plans with the others, remember?” He laughed, poking your side with his index finger, “And you’re the one that planned it.” Continuing to poke you, he took to tickling you instead, eyes shining in amusement when you began to wiggle around in the bed, desperately trying to escape from his attack. 

Laughter bubbled up in your chest as your hands swatted at his gently, body rolling towards the edge of the bed where you were sure to fall if not for Simeon’s arms grabbing onto your and pulling you closer to him. 

As your laughter died down, you found yourself frozen in his arms. His smile had softened, fondly watching as your heart began to race. Even just his face was enough to fluster you, especially when he was looking at you like…that. 

“Stop it,” You said, turning your head away with pursed lips, “Don’t look at me like that.” 

“Like what?” He chuckled, taking your chin in between his fingers and guiding your attention back to him. “Like I love you?” He asked in a teasing tone. 

“Y-yeah!” You stuttered, hiding your face in your hands, hoping to conceal your expression from his eyes, but should have known better. 

Carefully prying your hands away from your face, he hovered his face over yours, pressing a quick kiss to your lips not once, not twice, but thrice. “That’s because I do love you.” He quietly said against your lips, “You have no idea how much I love you.” 

Solomon

DO NOT TRUST THIS MAN! He may seem all sweet and innocent, but I swear he’s a biter. 

You’ll be in the middle of a sweet moment and he’ll kiss you all nicely, but then BAM he’s gnawing on your lip. 

He’s just a cheeky little shit that likes to tease you. 

And it works.

The sky was dark, very few stars littered the sky overhead in Devildom. You laid on your back, eyes locked onto the dark sky, silence surrounding you except for the occasional sound of Solomon humming. 

“So this is what humans do nowadays?” He asked, still unsure what you both were supposed to do. He understood that you wanted to watch the stars, but was that all, was that really all you do? 

“You’re talking like an old man.” You laughed, turning your attention away from the sky to glance at the white haired sorcerer. “And to answer your question, not everyone does this. Not everyone is into this sort of stuff, I guess I just wanted to try it out.” 

“I see.” 

It fell silent once again, and from the corner of your eye you could see that he had rolled over onto his side, now facing you. While your attention was on the stars, his was solely on you, watching, studying your every expression. 

“And what’s the point exactly?” He smirked, seeming to already know the answer he was expecting to get.

“What do you mean?” Rolling over onto your side, you mimicked his actions, propping up a hand and resting your head on it. “What’s the point in watching the stars?”

“Yeah.” 

“Well, it’s something to do. With friends, or a lover, it’s just a time to bond or whatever. I don’t know, I don’t know how this stuff works.” You shrugged your shoulders, hoping that he was satisfied enough with your answer. 

“So then what are we?” He asked, leaning the front half of his body closer, “Friends…or lovers?” 

Your eyes widened at his question, lips sealed as you finally registered the words. 

“Idiot!” You softly scolded, smacking him on the shoulder making him laugh. “You already know the answer to that.” 

“I know, I know. I couldn’t help myself, you’re so easy to fluster.” He slowly leaned in until your lips were connected. The kiss was filled with so much tenderness, so much passion that even you were surprised. His lips moved against yours in a gentle urgency, one hand cupping your cheek to keep you close. 

But even with the kiss filled with so much passion, you know you should have expected something to be up the sorcerer's sleeve. You could feel the corners of his mouth twitch upwards into the kiss, his teeth gently grazing your bottom lip before taking hold of it, causing you to gasp in shock. 

Pulling away, you rolled back a couple inches, putting some distance between the both of you. “Hey!” You stared at him with wide eyes, lips parted still in a state of surprise. “No biting so suddenly! Jeez you’re like some kind of wild animal!” You hid your face in the ground, ignoring the pounding of your heart as he could only laugh. 

“So it’s okay if I bite later on, hm?” He teased, once again meeting with the wrath of your hand slapping against his shoulder. 

“Shut up!”

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Fluttering Fluster| Demon Akaza

Synopsis: Akaza has taken an interest in you since you don't appear to be scared of him. You're actually kind of fond of him yourself. He doesn't know what to do around you since you always have something flirty or sarcastic to say. He's constantly flustered and he can't help himself after saving you from a demon attack.

Warning/contains: friendship, killing (a demon), kissing, hitting it from the back, yeanring, bratty YN, confused and flustered Akaza, mostly top Akaza, flirting, cuddles, mentions of fear of lonliness (me too), slight implication that Akaza has already killed Rengoku

Word count: 4.3k

a/n: I wrote this in a day. What does that say about the quality? Well, hehehe, I'm not sure :) My lil basketball needed some love, even though I wouldn't accept any donuts from him, it's FINE, everything is FINE. Guys I need sleep, my sleep schedule went out to get the milk...time to drink water right before bed as I watch Minecraft videos.

The darkness from the dense forest outside your house fills the cabin with a loud silence. You could almost hear your heart pumping blood through your body as you went about making dinner for yourself. Some steamed greens and grilled meat should make a hearty meal. You hum a tune to yourself, crouching in front of the small grill set up on the dirt part of your floor. The wood crackles and throbs with a deep glowing orange color. You move the meat around in the small pot hanging from a horizontal log supported by sitting snugly in the junctions of two other logs. The rabbit you had caught earlier would prove to go nicely with the vegetables from your garden. Your song continues as you stoke the fire under the pot and then sit on the side of the wooden platform where your heimorn would be rolled out soon enough. A glint of something passes by the window and for a moment your heart pounds assuming the worst before passing it off to be an animal. The village people had filled your head with tales of demons roaming these lands. As if demons would take an interest in a quick bite, though maybe they’d enjoy the soup you were making? You let out a breath and glance back at the meat, wondering how much longer you’d have to wait before eating. You flop back on the wooden floor and groan. Sometimes the most exhausting part of living all alone was the creaking seconds that made downtime nearly unbearable. Sometimes you wish someone would stumble across your home and spend some time with you. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the break from human society, but the spiders all talked about the same thing. Maybe one of those demons would come to tell you their stories of how they killed their last victims. 

“My, this meat smells almost as good as you do.” A voice notes. You furrow your brows and hoist yourself up to the sitting position. There in your doorway was a shadowed figure. Your eyes graze over the small illuminated parts of him, like the obvious muscles on his arms and legs. Even in the dim flickering light, you could make out how defined he was. His face was dark and you couldn’t make out much of his features, but that’s when you noticed the thick dark lines trailing his body like some wild tiger. Though, one thing was bothering you.

“I smell?” You tilt your head in a questioning manner. The head of what you were assuming was a man in front of you twitches slightly.

“What?” His voice is strained and you twiddle with your thumbs while observing your meat to make sure it wouldn’t burn while you had this conversation. 

“You said I smell.” You answer frankly, looking down at your pink yukata and pinching it with your fingers to take a sniff. 

“I-” You look up to see the man had turned away from you. He briskly turns back around and enters your home more. This causes his face to cast away the shadows and finally be observed by your eyes. The black lines continue the same pattern on his face with the exception of one long one from the top of his forehead down the bridge of his nose, but what takes you by surprise is that…his…hair…matches your yukata almost exactly. “Aren’t you afraid of me?” He grumbles, his face twisting in a way that makes you more interested in what trauma he’d obviously been through than him being…frightening? 

“No…?” You shrug and look at the rabbit cooking in the pot again, it appeared almost ready to be taken off the heat and set aside to simmer in the broth. 

“No one could hear you scream out here.” He suddenly says. You furrow your brows and look up at him through your lashes. 

“Yeah. I know.” His face looks dumbfounded as you continue to pay no mind to him. Your meal was more important than your life at the moment. 

“So you don’t care if I make you scream?” The man’s words were more curious than threatening. Maybe this was his first time talking to a lady? Did he not get out much? Poor thing. It’s best if you prepare him for how ladies are sure to act around his beautiful face. 

“Oh no, I’d really appreciate it if you made me scream.” Your lips curl up into a smile and the man in front of you takes a step back. 

“Somehow I feel like we’re not talking about the same thing…” He frowns and your smile only grows. You carefully use another piece of wood to unhook the pot from the fire and set it gently off to the side in the dirt. 

“We could be. Why don’t you tell me your name?” You offer, standing from your position. The man is a little shorter than you and you bite back a giggle at that surprising fact. He narrows his eyes at you but then lets out a loud sigh. This was fun. You should socialize more often. 

“Akaza.” He mumbles. You smile at the sound of his name ringing through your head. It was like the sound of a beating heart. 

“A-ka-za.” You hit each syllable in awe of how a name could be so fitting to a human. A human with strange eyes no less. You observe his face and find it flushing slightly. “What’s the matter with you?” You quiz with furrowed brows. 

“Y-Y-You just, don’t…don’t say my name like that please…” He avoids looking at you, backing up almost to the point of exiting your house. 

“Why?” You inquire, stepping closer to him. Akaza groans and holds up his hand in front of your face. You stop in your tracks, blinking rapidly at the hand in front of you. 

“Stop. Why aren’t you afraid of me?” His eyes narrow at you and for a moment you see the faintest glimmer of something sharp in his mouth. 

“Why would I be?” You scrunch your face up in confusion and look around him expecting someone or something else scarier to be behind him. He scoffs and gestures to himself with the same hand he held in front of you. 

“I am Akaza.” 

“Yes I know.”

“Let me finish.” He glares at you. You hold up your hands in innocence and gesture for him to continue. “I am Akaza, Upper Moon 3.” He points to his eyes and for the first time during this conversation, you realize why they looked so different. Written there on his yellow eyes were the kanji for ‘upper’ and ‘three’. You tilt your head to study them further. 

“Upper…what now? What do you mean? Did you get your pink hair from the moon?” You wonder aloud. Akaza’s eyes widen slightly and he then rolls them. 

“What? No. I’m a high-ranking demon and I could kill you within seconds.” He states. A cooling chill runs through your body, but you remain calm. If he wanted to kill you, he would’ve already. So why was he here? And demons were real? Now that’s something you wish your mother was still alive to see. “Are you scared now?” He asks, stepping closer to you. You shrug.

“Eh, not really.” You reply. He stops advancing and his face goes blank. You have to stop from laughing at the look on his face.

“Why not?” He looks concerned, like if he’s not scary enough his mom is going to give him the ‘I’m disappointed’ look. 

“I think it's the pink hair and long lashes.” You observe, pointing at his face. “You’re too pretty to be scary.” 

“Wah, really?” He reaches up with his blackened fingers and touches his hair and then cheek gently. His fingers looked pretty long compared to your own. Now that you were really looking at him, the black lines were everywhere, even on his bear feet. They were similar to that of the ones on his fingertips, only enclosing the toes. He wore an anklet on each ankle made up of round pink beads. His white pants were held up by a blue rope with two pink tassles coming off around the front. His calves seemed unmarked by the lines and you wondered how far they really did travel. His chest was unclothed, except for a small dark pink jacket around his shoulders. The lines on his chest were geometrically pleasing with the way they all lines up. Similarly to his face, there was one line that connected to one that went around his neck to mid-way down his abdomen. It was a few inches shy of his belly button. Ah, so demons still have those. What else did demons share with humans?

“Besides, if you wanted to kill me, you would’ve already.” Your gaze meets his and his expression turns hard. He briskly closes the distance between you and pushes you up against the platform so hard that your legs give out and you fall backward. You hit the ground with a loud oomph and wince. You feel a weight on you and peer upwards to find Akaza pining you to the ground with his leg in between your thighs, pressing down on the fabric of your yukata. He’s baring his teeth, his insanely sharp teeth close to your neck. 

“You’re right human, I could eat you up right now.” His breath is hot on your neck and it makes you squirm under him. He pushes off of you with a little more force than need be and stands over you now. “But I won’t.” You let out a breath, unaware of how nervous you were that he’d bite into your neck. Although the throbbing lower down was proving for a confusing conversation with yourself later on. 

“Why?” You pant out, curious why this seemingly all-powerful demon would let you go. You sit up, draping your legs over the side of the wooden platform as you had done before. He presses his lips into a thin line and looks away from you. 

“Because I don’t eat your kind.” He huffs. Your face morphs into perplexion 

“Stinky?” You offer. He scoffs and shakes his head. 

“No. Women.” He corrects. “Please fix your yukata.” He mumbles. You look down at your chest and find one side draping over your shoulder, almost exposing your bare chest. You smile and pull it haphazardly onto your shoulder again. 

“Then why did you come here?” You ponder for him to hear. He looks off into the distance like he’s remembering something. 

“I…I was lonely.” He whispers. This makes your whole body warm with understanding. Lonely. A word you knew all too well. One that was your only companion at times. 

“Big boss demon fire all your friends?” Akaza grimaces and his fists clench. 

“I don’t have friends in the upper moon ranks,” He pauses and shuts his eyes a if trying to calm down. “Only annoyances.” He mutters. Your heart beats faster as you feel some sort of kinship with this supposedly scary monster. 

“Well, pardon me if I’m being too bold, but we could always be friends.” You suggest, gesturing between the both of you. His eyes shoot open and he stares at you. 

“Do you…do you really mean that?” He takes a step toward you and reaches out a tentative hand. 

“No, how could I ever possibly be friends with a demon? Of course, I meant it.” You’re take aback by the sudden warmth from his hand on your cheek. It sends a burning heat running through your body. Blooming in your stomach with a desire for his warmth to cover you, burn you, incinerate you. 

“You have such a funny way with words.” His brows slowly furrow down as he stares at you. “It makes me want to find out everything about you.” He then brushes a lock of hair that had fallen free behind your ear. You feel that heat round to your cheeks and you move your face away from his hand so he won’t be able to feel the way your cheeks are burning. 

“Ha, there’s not much that’s interesting about me.” You reply, shifting your body to sit more comfortably. Akaza drops his hand and looks down at the pot you’d set aside earlier. 

“You should probably eat your meal before it gets cold.” He bows his head to you and turns toward your open door. Was he going to leave already? But he just got here. 

“Wait!” You reach out your hand and Akaza turns to look at you with raised brows. What were you supposed to say to convince him to stay a little longer? He was a high-ranking demon, someone important, you were just a woman he happened to find because he was lonely. 

“Yes?” He faces fully toward you, waiting patiently for your words.

“Do you…” You gulp and look around for some sort of idea. Ah, you could tease him again. Then he’d want to talk to you about what you meant. If your mama taught you anything it was how to hold an uncomfortably long conversation. “Do you still want to make me scream?” You ask, leaning forward toward him. This causes your yukata to fall off your shoulder again and Akaza’s eyes are drawn to your rosy bear skin. He blinks a couple of times before looking back into your eyes. 

“What could you possibly mean by that?” He looks concerned. You tilt your head and feel your hair brush against your shoulders as it falls to the side. 

“I could scream your name Ak-a-za.” You whisper his name like it’s a dirty word. His brows flinch as he looks upon your seductive state. 

“I-I told you I don’t kill women.” He stutters, eyes wildly looking around you for answers. You smile and bat your lashes, swinging your head to the other side, allowing a full view of the slope of your neck. You notice Akaza’s fist clench at the sight. 

“I didn’t mean that you should kill me. I only meant you should share pleasures beyond imagination with me so that I scream out your name because it’ll be the only thing I can think of.” You explain, waving a hand around in the air as if that will conjure up an image for him to watch. Akaza shuts his eyes and his jaw ticks. It was funny to watch his restraint falter. 

“You can’t possibly mean that.” He grunts. His eyes are still glued shut and so you hum in response. 

“Oh, I do. I always mean what I say Akaza.” He lets out a low sigh and opens his eyes to gaze upon you shining in half moonlight half firelight. 

“You’re quite the vixen.” His eyes roll down the slope of your neck and curve around your shoulder. They dip to where the line of cleavage is slightly showing. 

“What can I say? The nights get lonely.” You were hoping by tossing around the same feeling he’d confessed to you that he’d empathize with you. If demons were even still capable of empathizing. Akaza’s eyes soften and he sucks in a deep breath. 

“I could stay for a little longer I guess.” He conceded. You grin happily and then raise your brows suggestively.

“Do you want to have-”

“No.”

“Aww but why?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s YN.” 

Over the course of the next few months, Akaza came to visit you as the weather got colder. Seeing him appear over the hill sent a thrill of excitement through your entire body. Every time that pointed-tooth grin caught your eye you felt alive again. Though, it’d been almost 2 months since Akaza’s last visit and you were starting to worry. The last time you ventured into the village for a couple of new blankets for the winter you heard talk of the great hashira defending the innocent from Lord Muzan’s Kisaki. Your heart was torn. You wanted to pray for those who’d lost their lives to evil demons, but Akaza wasn’t like other demons. He was smart, kind, sexy, and certainly not evil. The reason he hadn’t come to see you in so long surely couldn’t be because he’s… no you couldn’t even think of such a thing. 

You roll out your mattress and fluff out the covers you’d bought a few days prior. At least if you didn’t have Akaza to warm your side you’d have these plush covers. Comfortable bedding would never leave you alone for 2 months. It’d always stay by your side. You lay out the blankets to the side and crawl onto the thin mattress. The light from your lantern flickers softly, casting a shadow against your closed door. You were certain that your dreams would be filled with a pink-haired demon. You pull the covers over your frame and sigh in happiness. You’re about to blow out your light when the front door suddenly slams open. You startle as a heaving form appears in the doorframe. You clutch your chest as it stalks forward, its tongue was sickeningly long as it lapped at the air around you. 

“Human you smell delicious.” It hisses, crouching down onto its haunches. Your face sneers in disgust as you watch it cock its head to the left, tongue hanging out its mouth framed by sharp teeth that glinted slimy in the moonlight. 

“Thanks but I’ve been told that before.” You spat, tightening your grip on your new blankets. Its mouth curls into a twisted grin as its head turns upside down. 

“I taste demon in the air.” Its eyes don’t have any writing on them like Akaza’s, but by the looks of it, weak wouldn’t be a word to describe it. “Have you been claimed by one of the twelve kisaki human?” Its movements are jerky as it advances toward you. You scoot back against the wall like that was going to help you escape from such a creature. You were glad it could sense Akaza had been here, maybe that would deter it from killing you. 

“Yes, an upper moon in fact.” You sneer, curling your body away from the demon. His yellow eyes glimmer with newfound excitement. Oh no. The plan may have backfired. 

“Ahhhh, upper moon whores always taste the best. Please let me have just a bite.” His eyes are crazed as he peers upon your flesh. Drool starts to form in the corner of his mouth, landing with a splat on the wooden floor underneath you. “I promise I’ll leave enough for him to fuck later, you just have to-UGHK! AHHHHH PLEASE NO!” It screeches as a hand appears through its chest. “Lord Akaza- EEK-UGH-I’M SORRY!” The demon is flung away from you and out the door. You watch as a shadowy figure, you’re assuming is Akaza, rip the demon apart. You’re glad you can’t see much because of the lack of light, but you can hear it. The yelps of pain from the demon, the sloshing of blood, and grunts from Akaza. He was here… he’d saved you from a gruesome death. You lean forward with bated breath, straining your eyes to find Akaza in the darkness. You jump back as he appears in the doorway. His arms are hanging loosely at his sides, a thick liquid dripping from his fingers. His eyes stay on the ground. 

“Akaza…” You whisper, but his whole body tenses. 

“Don’t look at me YN. I didn’t want you to see me like this.” He looks off to the side and clenches his jaw. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of yearning and sadness. 

“Like what Akaza?” You ask, uncovering yourself and bracing for the cold air to surround your body. Akaza glances at the blankets. 

“A demon.” He hisses and for a moment you hear such deep regret in his voice. Some buried sorrow keeps him from bonding with people. You stand and step down from the platform, Akaza doesn’t budge an inch. You take this as your chance to approach him. You take in a deep breath and place the palm of your hand against his chest. 

“Akaza. I don’t care what you are, only about who you are.” You can feel his heart rapidly beating against his skin. He looks at your hand and then finally into your eyes. 

“I need to go wash my hands.” He edges his head closer to yours. You feel a pull to kiss him as your bodies move into position but then shy away on repeat. “I’ll be right back.” He disappears with unknown speed and you let out a tiny breath. Did he almost kiss you? You’d been thinking about this moment for a long time and it was finally here. He was finally here. “YN…” You look up to find him in your doorway again. 

“Akaza.” He walks into your home and slides the door shut behind him. The cool air is somewhat cut off. 

“I respect women YN.” He rasps. You nod and watch his eyes rack over your blue yukata. His eyes meet yours and you feel a wave of anticipation crash into you. 

“Yes. I remember.” He’s getting closer to you, causing you to back into the platform again. He smirks as you both remember the first night you’d met each other. 

“Please forgive me for what I’m about to do.” He’s in front of you within seconds, pulling your hair back and aggressively kissing you. You groan into his mouth and he bares his teeth against your lips. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He hisses, licking the soft spot on your neck. You wiggle at the sensation and start to pant. 

“Even if you do, it doesn’t make you a monster,” Akaza growls against your neck and nips at the skin he’d been playing with. 

“Pull up your yukata and turn around.” He demands, letting go of your hair. You straighten out your sore neck and do as he ordered. Your cunt is bare for him to study now and he takes his time looking at you. “I didn’t think a human could be so beautiful everywhere.” He grazes the back of your thigh with his fingers and you flinch. You squirm and start to whine. 

“Please Akaza, I need your cock in my pussy. I can’t wait any longer.” You whimper, needy for his attention. Akaza grips your hips tightly as he pulls you back where your feet are planted in the dirt, knees resting against the ledge of the wooden platform. 

“Never imagined you’d be the one begging.” He chuckles. You wish you could see what he was doing, but you were too nervous if you glanced behind you Akaza would make you wish you hadn’t. “No need though, your pretty cunt was already begging me long before that beautiful mouth spoke.” You feel a warm hand spread your legs apart and then something pokes at your entrance. You bite back a moan as he works his tip into your folds. “I didn’t even have to warm you up YN, you’re already so wet for me.” 

“Shut up,” You groan and duck your head down in embarrassment. Akaza chuckles and thrusts deeper. A yelp sounds from you at the sudden presence of his warm cock burrowed deep inside you. 

“Did me killing that lowly demon turn you on that much?” He teases, sliding out only to slam right back into you. Moans are the only sound you can make at the moment. “You’ve always been a strange case, but for some reason, I can’t get you off my mind.” He confesses. Somehow you feel slightly insulted by his wording. 

“I-I just missed you.” You manage to reply. Akaza pauses for a beat before his grip on your hips tightens. 

“Fuck…” He hisses, pounding into you at incredible speed. The floorboards are creaking as your moans echo throughout your house. 

“Akaza, Akaza, oh my-shit,” You bite down on your finger, but Akaza slams into you.

“Uh uh uh sweetheart. Remember that promise you made? I want you to scream my name.” He pulls your arms behind your back then he rams his cock into you, the slapping noises and both of your moans filling the room. 

“T-too much, ngh,” You plead, he was too good at pleasuring you. More than you thought possible. Your eyes squeeze shut as Akaza reaches around with his free hand to play with your clit. “A-Ak-Akaza!” You cry out, voice shaking so much it cracks into a whine as Akaza slams deep into you and stays there. Your walls flutter around his cock as you see stars from straining so much. A shuddering waterfall of your climax causes your knees to buckle from underneath you. Akaza curls his arm around you and gently lays you on the ground. He pulls out of you and you hear the shuffling of clothes being pulled back on. Then quiet. You don’t have the energy to look up from where you lay on the floor. You were so close to your bed, yet too far. You could totally sleep here, it was fine. Suddenly the house feels like it’s buzzing as a warmth returns. 

“I stole cloth from some laundry and wet it at the stream. Here, let me clean you up.” Akaza moves your yukata out of the way and dabs the wet cloth against your folds. You hum in satisfaction with how wonderful it feels. “I’m finished.” Akaza alerts. You wonder if he’s about to leave again, but you feel his arms underneath you. He lifts you up and sets you down on your mattress. You sprawl out comfortably under your blankets. He lays down on his side with his head propped up by his elbow on the wooden floor. You lift up your blankets sleepily and beckon Akaza to join you. He smirks and shifts under them. 

“You killing that demon was pretty hot.” You mumble as you drift off to sleep. The last thing you hear is Akaza chuckle the warm way he does as you cuddle into his chest. 

#akaza #akaza x you #kimestu no yaiba #upper moons #smut fanfiction #kny #kny headcanons #kny imagines #kny smut #kny drabble #kny x reader #kny akaza #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer smut #demon slayer akaza #akaza headcanons #akaza smut #smut

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THE WAY U WRITE GOJO MAKES ME NEED MORE OMG

MWAHAHAHAHAHAH LITTLE DID YOU KNOW THAT GOJO IS THE FIRST ONE I THINK ABOUT WHEN THINKING UP A FIC IDEA AND I HAVE TO REMIND MYSELF THAT THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE I CAN CHOOSE FROM >:( IT'S SUCH A STRUGGLE

-I have too many fic ideas for him, dw, they'll be on the way since some of them are on the shorter side :) <3

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo #gojo satoru imagines #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #smut fanfiction #gojo satoru smut #gojo saturo #gojo smut #i just love him so much #what a pretty boy #he's too much like the guy i know irl #is that why I like him so much? #that's gross #moving on #listening to a cover of castaways from the backyardians

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Heyyyy I love your work and I hope I’m not bothering you by asking you this, but will you be making a part 2 of your Hot and Tasty Rengoku fic? Totally okay if you’re not. Your writing is fantastic ❤️❤️❤️

This. Is. So. Sweet. Got me crying in the club fr fr. This really encourages me to try the best I can when writing <3 I have a whole Google Slides presentation dedicated to fics I want to write. I was thinking of one far in the future that would've been a short check-in when I first started writing it, but I fell in love with the storyline. So I'm fleshing out a longer version to give Kyojuro the love he deserves. This does mean it'll probably take a while for me to work up the courage to tackle it, but it's definitely on Google Slides!

<3 I hope my monkey brain thinks of more than just peen and boobies. And my hunchback of Notre Dame cosplay (gamer pose) doesn't fuck up my back even more than it already has.

ps. I just thought of that thing people usually do with their hands to sign s e x, but the circle is just rengoku as a donut :)

#why am i like this #my legs are numb #i'm suffering #kny rengoku #kny smut #kny headcanons #kny drabble #kny imagines #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer rengoku #kny fanfic #demon slayer x reader #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #im not okay #this is after my ps. note #why do i think of things this late at night? #ban me from thinking #it's so late

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Mister Moonlight | Giyu Tomioka

Giyuu Tomioka xx Female Reader

Synopsis: Giyuu is an established business man and his coworker YN is a pain in his ass. She’s headstrong, intelligent, beautiful, and he can’t keep his hands off her in the office storage room, but he always keep his distance from her so he doesn’t get caught up in some work place drama. YN has always been curious about her working counterpart, especially since they’ve almost had sex multiple times all over their office. She wants to know why he won’t just fuck her already. One late night YN happens upon him late in the office and they both can’t handle the tension anymore. They fuck. They make a mess. They fuck so much. Like maybe too much. 

warnings/contains: kissing, fem reader, masturbation in a public place, sex in the office, penetration, extreme teasing, bratty behavior, mutual bullying, some fluff between side couple, slight choking, definite praise kink, going comando

word count: 4.3k

a/n: It’s...after midnight and this is heavily unedited :,) though the thought of Giyuu going absolutely crazy that he breaks composure is mmm chef kiss. This is a shorter fic that I’ve been working on alongside many...many others. I hope you enjoy while I go try to drink what water I should’ve throughout the day right before bed. Hopefully I don’t piss the bed <3 and I wonder why I can’t live laugh love in these conditions...

You moan quietly as his warm cock thrusts into you from behind. You barely manage to grab hold of the shaking shelf in front of you for stability as he rearranges your insides. Your eyes fixate on the box labeled fragile in front of you. Sometimes you wish you had that stamped on your back for him to read so he’d stop being so rough with you. How were you going to keep explaining to your coworkers that ‘you just fell down’ or ‘you bruise easily’? But damn, you loved it when he talked dirty to you and didn’t treat you with humanity. It was oddly…humbling. 

“If you don’t moan at all how am I supposed to tell you to shut up?” He whispers into your ear. His breath tickles your lobe and nearly sends you squirming away from him, but instead, you look over your shoulder at the dark-haired individual currently slamming into you. 

“Maybe if you were doing a better job I’d be moaning more.” You bite back. He narrows his eyes and grabs ahold of your hips. 

“You are so goddamn annoying.” He hisses before sliding halfway out of your throbbing cunt and then ramming back into you. You grip the metal shelf until your knuckles turn white, not allowing a peep to sound from you. 

“You’re not going to win that easily, Tomioka.” He slides his right hand up your side and makes his way to the back of your neck. He wraps his fingers around the base of your neck and leans in again. 

“It’s not a competition when the other party doesn’t stand a chance of winning.” He breathes on your sensitive ears making you shiver in response. You feel his breath travel down your neck and to your shoulder where he plants a kiss. 

“Y-you’re such an asshole.” You stutter out, trying to look over your shoulder to find him. You feel him grin against your skin and it tickles so much you nearly giggle. He suddenly appears in your line of sight with a smirk on his lips. 

“I never said I’d be a gentleman.” He grunts while reaching around to your breasts. He plays with the area around your nipple, obviously wanting you to beg him to touch you. You were stronger than that, besides you could play with your nipples by yourself. You didn’t need Giyuu to touch them, but it might feel nice if he did. Fuck, he was getting to you. He always did this. You were capable of doing many tasks by yourself, yet Giyuu somehow managed to convince you that it wouldn’t be the same without him. Take going to the storage room to get some more printer paper for the office. Giyuu had offered to help you carry more so no one would have to go back for more later in the day. The whole office thought he was a kind, gentle, and pure man. You knew what he was like behind closed doors and he definitely wasn’t any of those things. “Hey.” Giyuu’s firm voice takes you out of your thoughts. He grabs your chin to turn your gaze to his. “I didn’t offer to help you just so you could space out. Pay attention to me.” He snaps, narrowing his eyes as they look at your face for some kind of hint as to what you were thinking about. Little did he know that as he filled your pussy he also filled your mind, which was quite annoying. 

“Getting a little needy are we?” You tease with a smirk. Giyuu brings his face inches from yours. His lips are so close that you could kiss them if you wanted, and you did. Throughout all of…whatever this was Giyuu had never kissed you. There had been moments, like this, that you thought he would, but never once did his lips touch yours. Your eyes instinctively flutter shut and soon after you hear a dark chuckle from the man behind you. 

“Yeah, I guess needy would be the right word.” Your eyes shoot open and your glare at him. Your cheeks flood with embarrassment and Giyuu rests his chin on your shoulder. “We should probably get back.” He mumbles after a beat. You gasp as he pulls out of you.

“But you didn’t finish-”

“But I’m finished. Let’s grab the paper and go.” He zips up his pants and readorns his suit jacket. He fixes his black tie and watches you expectantly. “Do you need help pulling up your underwear?” He raises a brow as he assesses the state you’re in. You purse your lips and clear your throat. 

“No. I don’t thank you very much.” You step out of the piece of clothing that was around your ankles while fixing your pencil skirt. You straighten out your pink blouse and ball up your underwear. “I think I’ll enjoy Mr. Rengoku being able to see my pussy.” You smile innocently and stuff the ball of fabric into your bra. You watch as Giyuu’s brows furrow and he looks like he’s about to say something, but he just angrily grabs onto four packets of paper. You grab the same and follow him out of the store room. He’s silent as you both walk down the hall and walk into the open office area with a maze of sizable cubicles set up. He huffs and walks to the other side of the room where the printer is set up on a counter. He refills the paper and sets the remaining packets in a cabinet above. He turns on his heel and brushes past you. You roll your eyes and reach up to push your packets onto the shelf as well, but you feel your ass cheeks starting to slip out of your skirt. Fuck, what were you supposed to do? If you pushed any further your skirt was going to ride up and expose your bare ass and pussy. You’re about to try and reverse your actions when you hear heavy footsteps coming toward you. Oh God, shit. You feel your skirt get tugged down briskly and someone sneaks a hand around your hip to help you push the packets up the rest of the way. 

“Be a dear and put on your fucking panties.” The hot breath of the person behind you makes you want to expose all your skin for them to breathe on. You turn to look behind you but they put their hand at the base of your neck to keep you from looking at them. What was it with people grabbing onto your neck today? “Do as you’re told.” An excited coil wraps around your stomach as you reach into your bra for your stray undergarments. This ‘mystery’ person had to be Tomioka. Who else would have that sultry low voice that strangled your brain when he whispered into your ears? 

“Here?” You whisper, knowing you didn’t see anyone on your way into the office, but there were bound to be people coming back from their lunch break. 

“Not so bold anymore, are you Ms. LN? I thought you wanted everyone to look upon your filthiness.” Ah, so it was Tomioka behind you. Of course, it was. Why was he trying to keep it a secret? You press your lips into a thin line and huff out a breath. You move out of his grip and turn to look at him. He’s panting slightly, his void-like blue eyes searching every inch of your body like a hungry animal. You do the same to him, after all, it’s not like either of you were satisfied from your last encounter. Your eyes land on the area below his belt. His erection is almost bursting from the seam of his pants. You glance up into his eyes again and he’s staring right at you. He must’ve noticed that you saw how big he’d gotten. Did your ass almost slipping out of your skirt turn him on that much? 

“You’re the one who told me to put my panties back on.” You breathe. He takes a step toward you and you intake a sharp breath. 

“That’s because I want to enjoy watching you take them off for me again later tonight.” He rasps. Your eyes flutter shut as his breath caresses your neck. For someone you kind of hated he had a way of making your thigh clench together in anticipation for him. It was super annoying, but you were used to annoying so it didn’t bother you too badly. 

“Yeah? What makes you think I want to have another close encounter with an orgasm? Are you even sure you can make me cum?” You scoff quietly. He closes the distance between you and grabs hold of your throat. There he goes again though you couldn’t exactly say you didn’t like it. You let out a small gasp as his long fingers firmly wrap up your jawline. Despite the panic your body should be feeling, the cursed thing starts to melt under his touch. Your knees nearly give out as he squeezes his thumb and pointer finger into your skin gently. Your eyes shut again, willing yourself not to observe the reaction he’s getting from you. You could feel the slick excitement start to trickle down your thighs. Fucking Tomioka. You hear a low laugh sound from Giyuu’s chest. 

“My my my, look at the state you’re in Ms. LN.” He releases your throat and you reach up to touch the sore skin. “I think I’ll have a grand time making you eat those words.” You glare at him with frustration oozing from your pores. He was way too good at getting underneath your skin while also making you yearn for his cock to be burrowed deep inside of you. 

“Then keep ahold of these for me.” You hiss and stuff your panties into his palm just as a small group of your coworkers walks in. You put on a grin and wave to one of your friends in the group. Mrs. Obanai waves back with her free hand while her husband holds her other one. “Where did you all go for lunch?” You question, stomach nearly growling at the thought of food. Tomioka had taken his sweet time so you hadn’t gotten a chance to eat today. Kanroji grins and bumps shoulders with Iguro who avoids your gaze with flushed cheeks. 

“Iguro took me somewhere…special.” She gazes at him with such love that you start to feel a pang of jealousy bite its way through your body. You glance over your shoulder to look for Giyuu, but he had disappeared. You purse your lips together and turn back to the pair in front of you with a quick smile.

“Am I still scheduled for the overtime tonight to finish up Project Beta?” You decide to ask, wanting to keep Giyuu off your mind until the foreseeable future. Kanroji’s face lights up as she twirls her hand with Iguro’s. 

“Yes, thank you for taking the initiative for our team. I’m sure Mr. Ubuyashiki will take notice of your hard work.” Her smile reaches the corners of her eyes and you all too well understand why Mr. Obanai fell head over heels in love with this woman. If he didn’t sweep her off her feet, you might’ve. 

Giyuu had left the office hastily as people started to arrive back from their lunch break. He snuck past his office friends, Mr. Rengoku and Mr. Tengen, as he made his way to the lower-level bathrooms. He hoped no one would be outgoing enough to make it down here, so he should be alone. It was still risky, but he couldn’t lie and say that fact didn’t excite him. How thrilling it would be for someone to walk in on him with your underwear wrapped around his cock as he imagined it was your soft plump lips and sweet delicate fingers. In a way, he was claiming his territory. He didn’t want anyone to look upon you with the same lust he felt. No matter how much of a pain in his ass you were, his mind was encapsulated by you. It was like you were some parasite he couldn’t get rid of. 

“I’m going to make you work so hard for any amount of pleasure.” He whispers to himself, staring at your panties as if they would somehow transfer the message to you. God, you annoyed the fuck out of Tomioka, but he’d dreamt of your supple lips more than once. How delicious they would taste as they quivered against his own. How making out with you would turn him on as you moaned into his mouth, but he couldn’t get involved. Some might argue that he’d already gotten too attached, but that wasn’t true. Tomioka was strong-minded, reserved, and those qualities would help him stay away from any office drama revolving around hurt feelings. He groans and clenches your pretty pink undies in his fist. He slides into a stall and locks it behind him. Carefully he unzips his pants and gazes down at the massive erection present underneath his boxers. “Fuck…” He sighs loudly, taking out his aching cock with his free hand. “What are you doing to me YN?” His breath becomes heavy, thick with thoughts of you. The stall filled with Giyuu’s whimpers, your name on the tip of his tongue and tangled through his very being. It didn’t take him long to cum all over the panties you’d practically entrusted him with. His face warms with embarrassment as he quickly rushes to the sink to wash away what he’d done. You’d never let him live this down if you found out.

Back in the office, you were working on Project Beta. It was a simple enough presentation, the hardest part was collecting and summarizing all the data. You rub your temples and then shake out the tension in your body. Just get this done and then you could enjoy teasing Tomioka relentlessly that you got promoted before he did. That puts a grin on your lips as you continue to compile everything you would work on later tonight. It’s not long after you finish up your prep for the late shift when Tomioka comes waltzing in from god knows where. You furrow your brows as you watch the lanky, yet built, man walks over to his desk section. He’s greeted by those surrounding him, which happen to be Mr. Rengoku, Mr. Tengen, and Mr. Sanemi. Mrs. Obanai leans over from her desk next to yours. “Where did he scamper off to?” She queries aloud. You glance at her and shrug. 

“I find it hard to picture Mr. Tomioka scampering anywhere.” You mutter. Kanroji giggles and taps your shoulder. 

“Well, he’s sure been stealing glances at you Ms. LN.” She has a huge smirk lining her lips and you shake your head in near disgust. 

“I think he’s just a looker.” 

“A looker hmm?” Another wiggle of the brows and you were going to throw up. You feel your face flush as you realize the mistake you made with your words. 

“Not-no-not like that, I meant that he-”

“I know what you meant.” She laughs, covering her mouth as she does so. It was a radiant sight and it stuns you slightly. “Iguro loves to observe as well, I find it charming.” Her gaze finds her husband’s and those already bright eyes of hers seem to illuminate even more. Ah, to be in love, but you didn’t find the way Tomioka observed you charming. In fact, you hated how much he could tell about you from just a few looks. It was annoying how accurately he could read you, especially when it came to sex. You wanted to tell him that you didn’t care whether or not you had sex, but then he’d bend down real close to your face and grin as you avoided eye contact. Yeah right darling, make sure to wear that blouse I like tomorrow. You wish, just once, that you could catch him off guard. Tease him so much that he was rendered a shuddering mess underneath you. You press your lips into a thin line and that’s when your gaze accidentally meets Giyuu’s. Your breath catches in your throat while his dark blue eyes study your face. You were sure from this distance he couldn’t tell what you were thinking about, or at least you hoped. You’re about to look away and get back to your assignment when you catch him smirking at you with a raised brow. 

He was infuriating. 

“Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mr. Tomioka was assigned to help with Project Beta tonight. It’ll be just the both of you.” Mrs. Obanai smiles brightly and you nearly choke on your next breath. Maybe you had a fever or took too much aspirin earlier, surely you didn’t hear her correctly. 

“Oh really? That’s so… wonderful.” You swallow hard and try to ignore the impending doom thrumming in your chest. 

The sky was a dusky orange as you peered out of the window. Letting out a long sigh you pinch the bridge of your nose. You weren’t looking forward to Tomioka bossing you around for the next couple of hours while he disagreed with all your proposals. 

“YN, are you just going to stand there? The sooner we get this done the sooner we can go home.” Giyuu scoots his chair into the desk next to yours and starts reading through your work from earlier. You grunt and slowly advance toward your computer, sure to find a heap of correctional comments from the man next to you. To your surprise when you sit down there isn’t anything highlighted. You whisk your head to look at Giyuu. He notices you staring after a few beats and meets your gaze. “What?” He asks, furrowing his brows. You gulp, nerves cooling your veins. 

“I’m just dumbfounded you didn’t find any errors within my work like you usually do.” You avert your eyes and pick at the skin around your thumbnail. 

“I’m an overanalyzing asshole, of course, I normally find mistakes within people’s work. Though, and don’t let this go to your head or anything, yours is the best out of the group. This is some of your best work. You did a fantastic job describing everything in detail and organizing the data.” He reveals. Your brows shoot up as he finishes his sentence. 

“Wait, wait, wait, you’re saying that you actually like my work?” Now your brows are furrowed in uncertainty. Giyuu chuckles and nods slowly. 

“Yes YN, I actually think you’re brilliant.” He compliments, his eyes softening for the first time since you’d met this man. Your heart is a mess of nerves and confidence. A contradiction at best. Lips parting like they’re about to say something, but they close again. You finally break out into a smile that bubbles into a giggle. 

“Where’d mister grabby gruff man go? I think this is the first time you’ve complimented me.” You chuckle. Giyuu’s face flushes and he looks away. Your heart thrums in hunger as you observe him become shy. 

“Shut up…” He trails off. His ears are turning red now. This was your chance. Tease him, get under his skin. 

“Tomioka are you getting shy on me?” You scoot your chair toward him, but he shoots up from his spot. 

“Quit it YN.” He covers his face with his forearm. You liked how flustered he was, especially since you’d only seen his cold hard exterior. 

“Maybe you want me to take charge next time? I think you’d like that.” A small giggle falls out of your mouth. You stand up and trail your fingers up his arm. “Would you?” You ask softly. Giyuu’s brows furrow and within a moment he’s grabbing your shoulders. 

“I told you to stop YN.” He states loudly. His reaction shocks you a bit that you stumble back a few steps. Your eyes are wide and so are his, like he didn’t expect to have such an outburst. You both are panting and his grip is tight. So tight that it feels binding. His eyes are flittering around your face, pausing on your lips and eyes the longest. You feel like clay in his hands, willing to be anything he wanted. What a switch from the words you were spewing earlier. Your chest is heaving now and so is his. He pulls you closer to him, you can hear how quickly he’s breathing and your own heart beating wildly in your ears. “I told you to stop…” He whispers so gently that it feels like his breath is caressing your cheek. Your eyes meet and a spark ignites some dynamite of yearning in your whole body. His mouth hovers above yours as you share in each other’s breath. His smelt of mint and chocolate. You hoped yours was as delectable. You’re so close he’s bound to hear how quickly your heart is beating, you were practically vibrating. His palms slide from your shoulders up to your neck, one moving onto your cheek. They’re so hot, it’s almost burning you. You can’t take this any longer, your hearts were beating in tandem. 

You close the distance between your lips and this time Giyuu doesn’t move back like he usually does. His lips are plump, almost salty to the taste. It’s intoxicating the way his lips move against yours. It’s sloppy at first, but he pushes you against the desk’s ledge. Without breaking from your lips he swipes off the desk of its belongings. You were too drunk on this feeling to care about anything other than his hands under your thighs lifting you onto the desk. He struggles out of his suit jacket and flings it to the side, groaning into your mouth. This sends you over the edge as you grab fistfuls of his hair, pulling him into you. His tongue dances with yours, tasting you as much as he could. He wasn’t scared of hurting anyone else’s feelings. He was scared of his own getting hurt. He didn’t have to worry about that though, your kisses could solve world hunger. Your lips break apart as he fumbles with the buttons on your blouse. He’s gasping for air at this point, recklessly pulling open your shirt. You needed to get rid of it anyway.

“Open your legs, sweetheart.” He pants, peering into your eyes like a starved animal. You feel tingles run over every inch of your body. You pull your skirt up your legs and part them for him. His eyes drop down to your glistening cunt. He looks back into your eyes. “Are you okay with this?” He queries. You nod, but he catches your chin. “Use that pretty mouth of yours.” 

“Yes.” You breathe. “Do whatever you want with me.” You spread your legs further and Tomioka’s eyes darken, if that was even possible. 

“Good girl.” He praises. His fingers trace circles around your thigh as he observes the state you’re in. He unzips his pants as your eyes widen. 

“Tomioka I’m not loose enough-” You start to complain, but he just smirks up at you. 

“Come on baby, you can take it.” You glance at how erect he is, nearly hardened to 7 or 8 inches. “You said whatever.” He pants, impatiently stroking himself. You did say that… but you didn’t mean he could kill you. 

“I trust you…” You hesitated. His control snaps as he grabs hold of your ass to scoot you closer to the edge of the desk. He’s already lining himself up at your entrance before you can protest any further. He slides in with such ease you tense up around him. He sucks in air as he looks back up to you. 

“Are you okay?” He questions, words so light. 

“I am.” You reply and he continues to burrow into your throbbing pussy. “Fuck you feel so fucking good.” You move your hips as much as you can to gain friction. Tomioka moans as he starts to thrust in and out of you. 

“Yours is the only pussy that feels this good. You’re so fucking beautiful YN.” He squeezes his eyes shut as he shamelessly plunges into you. A startled moan stutters out of your mouth as you grip his shoulders. “Tell me how good it feels baby.” You rock forward on the desk, chasing the build-up of your climax. 

“Hngh-so good-so fucking good.” Your eyes roll back as Giyuu gently kisses your neck and up your jawline. He blows on your lips and your eyes flutter open. 

“Kiss me YN, I want to taste your lips when I fall asleep tonight.” You wiggle your hips and pant as he continues to fuck you so good you feel dizzy. Your lips crash into his, a cracking moan echoing from your mouth into his. You start to clench around his cock, resulting in a growl-like groan rumbling from his chest. 

“I-I’m going to cum Giyuu, oh my god-” You lurch forward as your whole body starts to shake wildly. 

“That’s it, cum on my cock.” Giyuu holds you close to his chest as he thrusts into you, his motions growing sloppy as he chases his own climax. It’s not long before you feel his warm sperm coat your insides. You’re covered in sweat and the moonlight reflects off of it. Giyuu pants into your neck and you lean your head gently against his. You can still feel yourself as well as Giyuu twitching inside. He breaks free from your neck and chuckles to himself. He kisses your forehead gently, trailing sweet kisses down your temple, your cheek, and neck. He stops suddenly and his grip tightens slightly around you. 

“I think I just realized I have feelings for you.” 

Giyuu straightens back up to look into your eyes, the only thing illuminating him is the moon.

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This Time| Satoru Gojo pt. 2

Synopsis: This time, Satoru is hungry for your sweet love. He can’t get enough of you after that birthday party you both attended. After a promise to surprise him for his birthday, he surprises you with a question you never thought Satoru Gojo would ask anyone.

Warning/contains: strong language, kissing, cowgirl sex, soft BDSM play, male dom, female dom, male sub, female sub, begging, missionary sex, mention of insecurities, possibly unsanitary sexual things, mentions of pregnancy (slight breeding kink just suddenly appears in this man?? Maybe 30 years old is getting to him) mutual pining (with this comes a bit of angst)

Word count: 8.9k

an: It’s so early in the morning right now and I’m not even sure if I’m awake (words are looking wrong to me, I think the sleep deprivation is turning me illiterate), but I GOT IT DONE. I edited it as much as I could, but at this point I just wanted to post it. If there’s any major problems with the grammar, please let me know. This was a lot of fun to write, plus Satoru kind of reminds me of someone I know outside of the fictional world so he’s easy(ish) to write. Well, peace out friends, I’m going to fall asleep to Minecraft videos and try not to upset the massive sunburn I got at the beach today. Drae out <3 

Satoru trails sticky kisses down the line of your jaw, his hair tickles your face as he maneuvers his head to kiss your neck. Your heart felt like it was in two places at once; your throat and…down lower. Something was throbbing and unbeknownst to you Satoru could smell your arousal. It was a slight tang in the air, something so faint it was hard to describe. Once you identified it though, it became thick, settling over you like a fog of dizzying desire. Gojo smiles against your collarbone and brushes his teeth against the soft skin, making you shudder in response. This time was pure bliss. Different from when the both of you fucked after making a pitstop back at Shoko’s party. Different from the sweaty nights last week where you’d either find Satoru at your door after work or he’d invite you over to his place. He’d kissed every inch of your body by now, claiming every cell as his own. He fucked so much that you’d begun to only think about the next time he’d push you up against his kitchen counter, demand you suck his cock, or lift you up against the wall to fuck you from behind or make you watch in a mirror as he touches all over your body, or even the time you both couldn’t wait until you got home so he fucked you in a dark alleyway. You weren’t sure what the definition of your relationship was with Satoru Gojo anymore. He was your best friend, someone you could rely on and share memories with when you both were younger. Now, things were complicated. 

“You’re absolutely intoxicating y/n.” Satoru suddenly whispers, he’s now laying off at your side, propped up on your breasts with his eyes scanning your face. “I could look at your face for hours and never get sick of it.” He pauses, a grin lifting onto his full lips. “That’s it.” He mumbles. You tilt your head and look at him curiously. 

“What’s it?” You question, lazily lifting your hand to pet his head. He accepts the loving strokes and shuts his eyes softly.

“Tonight, after I’m done fucking you, which could be never, I want us to draw each other.” He moves his hands so they’re now resting on your chest as well. “I’m so going to beat your ass. I’m a great artist.” He boasts. You roll your eyes as a swell of emotion builds in your chest. There wasn’t a night that went by when Gojo didn’t actively initiate sex or deny your advances. It was something strange to you since most men were fucking weird about intimacy with you. Gojo was different. The little voices in your head were trying to tell you otherwise though. He’s just bored. Men love sex. Don’t get used to it. He’s just using you. You don’t see him asking to have an actual relationship with you. You’re just some hole he can fill for the time being. 

If you were being honest, you didn’t necessarily care. You weren’t entirely sure you were even ready to have that conversation with Satoru. Dating? You hated it, but it could be different with him. You shift slightly so you can get a better look at the gangly man laying on you. 

“Who said you were getting to fuck me Satoru?” You mused teasingly. He chuckles darkly, a low sound that almost sends a shiver down your spine. He lifts a finger and trails it across your chest toward your budding nipple. He circles it a couple of times, watching as your nipple perks up to his attention. He smirks to himself and you want to curse your body for being so honest. Satoru moves his finger to your mouth next. He swipes at your bottom lip and your lips part instinctively. His eyes darken as he wets his long digit on the inside of your lip. You’re not sure, but you think something is hardening against your leg. Satoru is on a mission though, he wants to prove you wrong. So his next destination is to make the long journey down your body to the apex of your legs. Where he claimed these lips were nothing but sweet to him, while the ones connected to your mouth teased him relentlessly. You tense, expecting him to hook his finger into your swollen pussy, but he teases the thick skin of your thigh before lightly brushing over your pubic mound. You let out a breath as he plays with your other thigh now, molding his whole hand into the fatty surface. 

“Now,” he pauses, tracing small circles closer and closer to your entrance. If he would just move a little further to the right he’d be in the right spot. “Now you’re going to have to beg for my cock like a common whore.” Before you’re able to resist he moves your underwear to the side and allows the air to tickle your senses. “I’d like to see how far you’d go just for me to fuck you.” He mumbles more to himself than to you. Your gaze falls to where his fingers are now sloppily playing with your entrance. Slick is spread around as he continues, obviously enjoying what he was doing. 

“Satoru, you’re just making a mess.” You exhaled, shifting away from his fingers. His lazy gaze snaps to you and for a moment you think you’ve upset him but he just smiles. 

“Oh? Am I?” He looks back to your exposed pussy. He moves on top of you more and you grunt with the sudden added weight. Satoru presses his lips into your neck, breathily kissing the tender skin where he always gave you hickies. “Then you’ll just have to be a good girl and beg me.” His lips brush against the line of your jaw and your heart pounds in your chest. “Come on, you know how much I like it when you use your mouth.” What was his obsession with getting you to beg him for his cock? Was it some sort of ego boost? Is that all you were to him? Though, you couldn’t deny the thrumming in your ears as he sucked on your sensitive neck. 

“Why should I?” You close your eyes as he continues to smother you in kisses. “Are you that desperate to know if I want you to fuck me?” Satoru halts his pursuit and peers into your eyes. He furrows his brows and a strand of his silver hair falls into his eye. 

“Oh I know you want me to fuck you,” Satoru looks up and down your body, a small smirk playing with his lips as he notes how pebbled your nipples are. He also first handed felt how wet you were for him. Ready to have him easily slide into your practically begging pussy. Your mouth may not be begging, but your cunt was and he loved they way it was wet for him. You were stubborn, making Satoru’s chest heave with anticipation of how much shit you would give him for asking you to beg. He wasn’t usually one to be subdued nor stay with a woman for this long, but you had somehow changed both of those facts about this rich playboy. It’s true he’d told Suguru and Nanami about how much he liked being around you and how effortlessly sexy you were. They told him he had a crush, but he’d never had a crush. He didn’t know how to define his feelings. You enraptured him, he couldn’t get close enough to you, mark you up enough, or miss you enough when you weren’t with him. These feelings were painful, frustrating even. It was like a pulsing in his chest he couldn’t soothe. You had royally fucked him up. 

“It’s not fair that you have more restraint.” You complain, looking off to the side in a huff. Satoru had his share of ladies so he knew how to tease out what he wanted from them. In hindsight, he played with his food before devouring it and the women usually gave in to his every wish and whim. But restraint? You had to be fucking kidding him. He was barely hanging on by a thread with your all but naked body underneath him. Your neck was speckled in red splotches. Your nipples were aching to be played with. You were nothing short of a fantasy for him. Though, he couldn’t tell you those things. Instead, Satoru whisks up a lazy smirk and licks his lips slowly. 

“All you have to do is beg.” He draws, admiring the way your bottom lip protrudes in a sexy pout. Your heartbeat was drowning out all rational thoughts by now. You wanted Satoru to fuck you until your eyes rolled back into your head. His teasing presence made it so easy to enjoy yourself. Sex with Satoru was like getting a full spa treatment. He was simply incredible at everything from foreplay to eating you out to making you cry out his name until the sun came up the next day. 

“Fine…but don’t get used to it Satoru.” You give in, whispering the latter part. An overwhelming grin takes over his face as he patiently awaits your words. He even moves off you allowing you room to sit up against the headboard. If you were going to do this you were going to go all out for him so he never asked you to do it again. You take in a deep breath and close your eyes. It’s like a different person takes over your body as you lean forward and slowly open your eyes. 

“Please forgive your useless slut. I want nothing more than your thick, delicious, talented cock burrowed deep in my pussy. It belongs to you so please use it as you wish.” You feel hot embarrassment flood through you as the words leave your mouth, but something snaps in Satoru. Having you actually use that language and the look in your eyes nearly sent him plummeting into the deep end. 

“Fuck,” He curses, gripping the sheets underneath him for some type of grounding. You didn’t expect your words to have such an effect on him, though he did ask for it. Even though you were almost naked, Satoru still remained in a loose band tee and longue shorts he’d thrown on to cuddle with you. His gaze lifts to yours and those once beautiful cooling ocean eyes that sparkle in any light are now dark and lustful. He looks almost predatory as his jaw ticks. Apparently, rich boys like it when you beg for them. “Get over here bug.” He demands, motioning for you to stand in front of him. You wince at the nickname he’d given you when you were kids being used in what felt like a derogatory usage. You oblige, moving off the bed and toward Satoru. You decide to slip out of your underwear on your way to him. You position yourself between his knees, looking into his eyes for his next command. Both of your chests are breathing shallowly and the silence is making you press your thighs together in anticipation. You clench on nothing, yearning to be filled one way or another. 

“Satoru.” You breathe and his eyes flit around your body. It was like he was drinking in his whole view. He then grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you forward. You end up straddling his lap with your knees digging into the mattress and ass barely pressed into him. He fixes that situation by moving himself back an inch or so, allowing you a more comfortable seat on his legs. Just the heat from his crotch is enough to drive you wild. You almost moaned from the friction when he moved. 

Suddenly Satoru’s lips are against yours. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into him urgently. His kisses are quick, never staying in one spot for too long. He kisses all over your face and lifts his hips every once and a while to push his erection into your hot core. You groan into his mouth when he’s back sloppily making out with you. He uses his free hand to feel up your breasts. You arch your back slightly at finally being able to feel some pleasure from Satoru’s hand. He moves his hand to the apex of your legs and inserts two fingers into your cunt, curling them around your clit. You break free from his lips and let out a breathy moan, clutching his shoulders to stabilize yourself. 

“Tell me how much you love my fingers in your pussy.” Gojo’s voice is low, commanding, and utterly sexy. He relentlessly hits the same spot, causing your legs to shake uncontrollably. Your breath is coming out in short gasps as you try to maintain some sense of reality. 

“F-fuck-fuck, hngh, Satoru.” Your eyes are squeezed shut but you can tell that he’s looking at you. He probably has that stupid smirk on his lips because he knows what he does to you. You clench around his fingers and roll your lips into your mouth. 

“Come now Bug, use your words like a proper whore.” Satoru purrs, pumping his fingers into you harder, bruising your clit. You couldn’t say no to him. Not like this. Anything he wanted from you, you would give to him in a heartbeat. 

“God, I love your fucking fingers in my pussy,” You let out a cracking moan as you drop your head to his shoulder, bucking against his fingers. “Hah, right there Satoru. Yes, yes, yes!” Your stomach tightens as your shoulders roll forward. 

“Cum on my fingers Bug.” Satoru coos into your ear. His hot breath alone on your ear sends you over the edge. You wildly clench his fingers, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Such a good girl.” He praises and takes his fingers out of your aching pussy. He watches you carefully as you try to steady yourself over him once more. You both are face-to-face now, an orgasm making your eyes sparkle with satisfaction. “Open your mouth.” Satoru orders and you do as you’re told. He places the fingers he just had pressed inside you on your tongue. “Figured I’d show you just how sweet you are.” His eyes track your every movement. From the way your eyes flutter shut to the way, you twirl your tongue around his fingers, bobbing your head slightly. You feel him grow even harder against your entrance and he notices as well. You slip your hand between your bodies, feeling him up through his shorts. 

“Please put it in me Satoru.” You’d never been more desperate for his cock than this moment. He leans forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You can feel him raggedly breathing against your arm. “Satoru?” You lean back to check on him. What was going on with him right now?

“Sorry, I was trying to calm myself down.” He lifts his head, wrapping his arms around your ass and thighs. You look at him inquisitively, obviously confused by what he meant. He sighs and avoids your gaze. “I’ve been trying to last longer with you, but for some reason, I finish almost instantly.” His face flushes red and he ducks his head even further away from you. “I just want to be able to satisfy you as much as you-” He groans and lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’m talking too much.” You lean in trying to get into Satoru’s view. You were surprised by the honesty, you thought it was cute how vocal he was being about his concerns for your satisfaction. 

“Hey,” You whisper, grabbing his cheeks and turning his head to look at you. Sometimes when you looked into his eyes you still couldn’t believe this was happening. Satoru Gojo, your best friend, and you had sex every day this week. Multiple times. You’d never have thought it possible that the two of you would’ve even kissed, but here you sit, on his lap. His bright eyes stare into yours. “You’re doing great Satoru, I’m more satisfied than I ever have been. This isn’t like you to feel insecure.” You present a comforting smile to him in hopes he overcomes whatever this block was for him. 

“You’re right…” He lets out a steady breath and glances to the side. “I’m sorry if I ruined the mood.” He sighs, frustration creasing his brow. You shrug and shake your head. 

“Nah, it’s nice to know every once and a while that you actually have feelings.” You tease and giggle slightly when he whips his head to look at you with offense lining his face. 

“I’m very feeling.” He quips back, that easy smirk planted on his lips again. “I felt your pussy clenching on my fingers a couple of minutes ago.” He muses, eyeing up your body appreciatively. Your face heats up at his words. You decide to go with the flow.

“Do you want to feel my pussy clenching around your dick this time?” Your words come out as a whisper and Satoru’s eyes lighten up when he hears them. You’re suddenly very aware of his hard cock in the palm of your hand and the way he’s shifting for you to have access to it. 

“Why don’t you show me how much you love my cock.” He leans back on his hands, observing you fumble with the hem of his shorts. You manage to pull them down enough to free his erection. You couldn't get over the beauty his dick held. How pale the shaft was. How pink the tip was. How a single vein ran up his length on the underside. He carefully leans over to the nightstand to grab a condom. He rolls it over his cock almost quicker than people start talking to a puppy in a baby voice. You lift yourself up on your knees and line the tip up at your entrance. Carefully you sink down on him, letting out a soft gasp as you do so. “Fucking hell.” Satoru shifts his hips and this causes you to let out a stuttered moan. 

“D-don’t move so suddenly.” You breathe, shuddering at how full he makes you feel. Gojo lets out a dark chuckle and moves his hips again. You bite down on your bottom lip and feel a prickling sensation crawl up your spine. 

“You’d better start moving or I am.” Satoru rasps. You hesitantly sink further onto him, sucking in a breath when you feel him grow even bigger while inside you. Satoru flutters his eyes shut and a low groan rumbles out from deep within him. You can almost feel it coursing through you. 

“You feel so-so fucking good Satoru.” He moans softly in response to your praise. You’re not entirely sure what you should do next, you’re nearly never on top in these situations. You do remember a few pornos where the woman would start to roll her hips back and forth when in the cowgirl position. You try moving your hips slowly and Satoru’s eyes suddenly open and widen. 

“Holy shit yn,” He watches you move again and you like the way it makes him slide in and out of your wet entrance. He bites down on his lip, his eyes rolling back in his head slowly. “Just like that baby,” You almost halt in your motions. Baby? No, it couldn’t mean what you thought it did. It makes you want to get him drunk off of pleasure more to see what he’d let slip. 

“You like that?” You tease him by lifting your hips and then slamming back down. Satoru moans loudly, a small whimper escaping his lips as well. He instantly covers his mouth and stares at you. 

“What-what the fuck are you-” You twirl your hips, making sure to flutter your pussy around him. He bites down on his finger but you can still hear the moaning whimpers that are sounding from him. “What are y-you doing to me?” Another loud moan. You smirk and lean forward on him. You feel a sudden urge to kiss him so that’s what you do. Bringing your lips to his with a sense of yearning passion lingering on the tip of your tongue. Satoru kisses you back, every once and a while moaning into your mouth. You love the taste of his pleasure. It was sickeningly sweet, almost addicting. He breaks away from your kiss and his muscles tighten. “I-I’m going to cum bug, oh fuck-” You sink down on him, loving the way you can feel his dick throbbing inside of you. He flops on his back, pulling you with him. His lips are on yours again. Slotting his mouth against yours and grabbing the back of your head. He licks at your lips, asking for permission into your mouth. You allow his tongue to meet yours in a sort of embrace. You move your head back to breathe, staring down at Satoru as you still remain on top of him and his cock burrowed in your cunt. “Hear me out.” He pants. “Round two?”

Satoru is perched on the couch next to you eyeing the movie you had picked with a curious face. He looks like a cat all curled up like that. “Why don’t Eliza and Angelia just beat the shit out of Alexander? He obviously deserves it.” You laugh loudly and look at him with raised brows. “What? I’m just saying.” He gestures to the tv. “The guy’s a dick.” Your lips curl up in a smile, one that happens absentmindedly as you watch Satoru. Your heartbeat starts to pick up and you quickly look away. No, no, no, no don’t you dare start that shit. You absolutely cannot allow yourself to have feelings for him again. This isn’t one of those fairy tale books where everyone ends up with their happily ever after. Satoru obviously enjoys having sex with you and enjoys your company as friends, nothing more. You bite into your lip as the pounding continues. Though, what if he had a crush on you? The playboy of the wealthy? Yeah right. But… what if? 

You shake your head at the thought and go back to watching the screen, unaware of the white-haired man now silently peering at you. The way the screen lit up your face in the dim lighting reminded him of fireworks. He’d have to take you to see some soon. Then again, every time he looked at you or kissed you he felt something similar to fireworks in his body. It was new, and scary, and he hated how easily you had slipped past the friendship boundary and right into where most people never sat; in his heart. These feelings, this pounding in his chest, thrumming up to his ears… it must mean he cared for you, deeply. How did you feel about him? Satoru was used to getting what he wanted so if you didn’t feel the same way he’d be absolutely crushed. Maybe that’s where it got its name. He briskly looks back to the screen before you catch him staring. He had to figure out what to do before things escalated too far. 

“Satoru holy shit.” You suddenly exclaim. He jumps slightly and looks at you with a weary smile. “It’s your birthday next week.” You beamed. Shit, he’d almost forgotten his own birthday, that’s how much you’d taken over his mind. His brows raise slowly. 

“Well, you know what that means…” He trails off a smirk tugging at his lips. You laugh and scoot in closer to him. 

“What does that mean?” You question. Satoru’s gaze falls to your lips and then slowly meets your gaze again. 

“You’re going to have to do something special for my birthday.” He’s full-on smirking now. You bite your lips gently. 

“Yeah?” You allow your hand to trace circles on his upper knee. “Well, then no sex until your birthday so you can enjoy what I plan to the fullest.” He looks you up and down just as ‘Say No to This’ starts playing. You grin teasingly and lean back to your spot on the couch. 

Satoru can’t seem to stop looking at you. How’d he get so lucky with a woman like you? Who would’ve thought that the woman of his dreams would be one of his best friends? He feels a throbbing in his cock as the growing need to be nestled into your neck and thrusting into you nearly takes over his body. Like he’d thought before… you’d royally fucked him up. 

“You’re a cruel cruel woman.” He lamented, flopping back against the couch. You giggly softly and your lips fall into a gentle almost loving smile.

“Careful, I’m in charge of the planning.” Satoru rolls his eyes and grumbles to himself. 

“Mistakes were made.” He sighs. You lean on his shoulder while laughing. 

“Yeah, like when your mom had you.” You tease. Satoru glances down at you and for a moment all he wants to do is curl up with you and stay like this forever, but he regains his senses and distances himself a bit. 

“Hey, you can go back to using plastic for all I care.” He huffs. You snicker loudly and cuddle into the crook of his arm.

“I’m trying to save the planet by having sex with you.” You quip back. He starts to laugh along with you, the walls he’d built up seconds ago falling down like there was no wall to begin with. Was this what love felt like? Easy? Laughing? Companionship and lovemaking? It was true he hadn’t stayed in a relationship for too long or with a single girl. He was slutty and a playboy, but he yearned for something different with you. He didn’t view that night at the hotel as an accident, but it had changed the whole course of his life. Satoru was almost 30, maybe it was time he tried settling down with someone. He knew his mom loved you so she’d be ecstatic. Plus you’d be the first girl he purposefully brought home labeled as his girlfriend. Wait, wow, did he really want you to be his girlfriend? Did he like you that much? He peers down at your body snuggled into him and his heart thuds in his chest. He absentmindedly lifts his right hand to run it up and down your back. You hum in satisfaction and Satoru feels happy. Yeah, he was definitely falling in love with you. 

“Yn I told you I sent out invites to everyone you told me to.” Satoru narrows his eyes at you, annoyed with your constant nagging. You were just trying to make sure his birthday party was fitting. Family and friends and partying. His parents and little brother would be arriving together to spend the night at his apartment today, where you both currently were spending your time. You hoped that you wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself in front of his mother. You knew she liked you but things felt different now that you were…having sex with her son. 

“Well you’d better have, or there will be consequences.” You purse your lips and squint at him. His furrowed brows fall into a smirk and he wiggles his brows. 

“Consequences you say?” He muses. “I like the sound of those. Does that include you having to talk off all your clothes if I misbehave?” He looks at you through his lashes, feigning innocence. You open your mouth and scoff at him. 

“How the hell is that a consequence for you?” You quiz. Satoru shrugs and gestures to your body. 

“The consequence is terrorizing the children as I take you right in front of them.” He lazily lets his eyes rack over your outfit and you think you catch him licking his lips. “Thank God I have enough money for all of their therapies.” He mumbles. Your mouth is hanging open now.

“Satoru Gojo you cannot fuck me in front of all your friends and family.” You exclaim. His eyes lift to meet yours. 

“Why not? I bet you’d like having people watch how good I make you feel.” He raises a brow. “Wouldn’t you darling? You want Suguru to hear you moan my name?” He leans forward and props his elbows up on his knees. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine.” 

“Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that without traumatizing the kids?” You ask. Satoru rolls his lips into his mouth and continues to stare into your eyes with a deep emotion swirling through his own. 

“I’ll ask you to be my girlfriend.” He finally replies. You feel your body go ice cold at his words, then you heat up exponentially. What? Did he know what he was saying? Did he mean that? Holy shit, what the fuck, oh my god. Your heart starts off for the races, leaving you behind in the dust. You don’t think rational thought is something your brain can do anymore. 

“W-what?” You manage to stutter out, leaning into the kitchen counter so you didn’t fall over from the overwhelming feelings you were having. Satoru stands up and strides over to you. He catches your hands and raises them to his lips. 

“I want you to be my girlfriend yn.” He kisses your fingers while staring into your eyes. All the confusion of what was happening between the both of you seems to melt away with his words. He wanted a relationship with you. Satoru Gojo, the most playboy man you knew, wanted not only a relationship but one with you. 

“Did you hit your head?” You try to raise your hand to feel his temporal lobe but he shakes his head and grips your hands tightly. 

“Say yes yn, please make me the happiest man on Earth. I want to figure out what love is with you…” He trails off, your heart nearly melting into a puddle on the floor. 

“You’re being serious?” You question, dazed by the sudden development in the situationship. He nods and you nearly collapse at his feet. “Then…y-yes.” You whisper, avoiding his gaze. “I want to be your girlfriend.” Satoru pulls you into his body, hugging you tightly to his chest. 

“Thank god you said yes, I was scared shitless there for a second. Never let me confess to someone again.” He laughs, kissing your neck and cheeks softly. “My bug. My girlfriend. Mine.” He holds your cheeks and stares into your eyes. You feel like you’re soaring through the sky. Love is in the air and you’re about to gobble it up like a hungry bee with pollen. “Can I kiss you?” He asks so gently you barely hear him. 

“Of course.” You reply back, but he cuts you off by tangling your lips together like he’s a starved man. You smile against his lips, overjoyed and a bit overwhelmed. Satoru Gojo was your boyfriend. He was the one who asked you out. Holy shit. That’s fucking wild and you still couldn’t exactly grasp what the hell just happened. He breaks back from the kiss and grins. 

“Shoko is going to be super annoying tomorrow.” His eyes light up with his smile. “She’ll be all ‘I told you so Toru, you’re a lost cause.’” He pitches his voice higher to mock Shoko. You giggle at the way his voice cracks faintly. 

“I’m sure she’ll congratulate us. She doesn’t seem the type to rub it in your face that she was right.” You feel elated as Satoru pushes your foreheads together. 

“If anything I’m the one who should be rubbing it in her face. I’m the man who has yn ln as my girlfriend. She’s kind, intelligent, radiant, and really fucking good in bed.” His voice lowers and one of his hands slides down your forearm. “Speaking of…” He trails off, watching his own hand explore your body. His touch sends shivers up your arm and tickles your brain. A pulsing ache comes from within. His hands are always so warm. 

“Your birthday is tomorrow.” You mummer, eyes fluttering shut. “We can’t.” You make sure to add on, recalling your promise of celibacy until the night of his birthday. 

“But don’t you want to Yn? I know I do.” He quizzes. His fingertips walk down your hip and play with your stomach fat. 

“Are you trying to make me into a liar?” Despite your words, you expose your neck to Satoru’s will. He takes you up on that offer and starts to suck the delicate skin. His warm lips created a raised splotch. A soft moan escapes your lips and you detect that fucking smile of his against your skin. 

“Not at all, but there’s not a part of you I don’t want to taste.” He husks, licking his handy work. His exploratory hand roams to the hem of the sweats you’re wearing. “Do you want to do it in front of the mirror again?” His voice is light and airy, but it’s so low and predatory at the same time. That alone makes you squirm and press your thighs together. 

“Satoru-”

Ding-dong ding-dong

“Satoru dearest, your family is here~” You both make eye contact and scramble away from each other like two teens caught kissing in a closet. 

“Fuck.” You hiss and look for a place to hide away. You were dressed for their arrival just yet! You were in sweats and the rich did not like off-brand Walmart sweats. 

“Go. Quickly get changed in the guest room.” Satoru shoos you away toward the room opposite his. Little did he know you’d thrown your belongings into his room thinking you’d have enough time to get changed in there. You hear him open up the door and greet his parents. “Gumi you look like you got electrocuted on the way here. Do you even brush your hair when you wake up?” Satoru teases his younger brother. You bite down on your bottom lip to stifle your laughter. Megumi did always tend to have spikey untamed hair. It was his signature look. 

Back to the mission on hand though. You quickly slip into Satoru’s room just as you hear Megumi answer in a monotone voice-

“No.” 

You flail around aimlessly in the dark for your bag. Why the fuck did he always keep it so dark in here? He was pale enough to be a vampire…shit yn look harder. You finally feel the leathery strap of your bag and grab onto it. Pulling it close to your body you almost lose your balance. Shit. 

“How is my little Tory? Mommy has missed you.” You bite down on your lips again, almost losing your shit this time. Tory? You weren’t letting him live that down. 

“Mom please,” You hear him groan loudly, most likely trying to dodge her affection. You make it back into the dimly lit hallway and spot Mrs. Gojo reaching out for her eldest son while Megumi glances around like he couldn’t care less. You get so caught up watching your boyfriend that you completely forget that you’re meant to be hiding until you get ready. It’s too late, Gumi has spotted you. Your eyes widen as you meet his gaze, but before he can point you out you nearly jump into the guest room. That was close. You quickly pull off your comfortable clothes and bring out the dress you’d bought especially for Satoru’s birthday. It was a sparkly silver with a long slit that traveled all the way up to your upper thigh. You set that to the side and take out a more appropriate attire to greet the mother of your boyfriend. You snicker to yourself as you pull the flowy green dress over your head. Satoru was your boyfriend. You wanted to skip around the place and aggressively flip off the world because you’d done it. You were dating Satoru Gojo. A wave of anxiety suddenly washes over you. How in the world was the girlfriend of Satoru Gojo supposed to act? Surely beef would still be permitted? You shake your head and decide to forgo worrying over stupid things like that. You step out into the hallway and put on your best I’m just now finding out that these people have arrived and haven’t been hiding away from them in fear of judgment face to greet the family. 

“When did you all get here?” You call from the hallway, finally walking into sight. At least for some. You make eye contact with Megumi and the boredom on his face shifts to one of amusement. Damned Gojo brothers and their smirks. Mrs. and Mr. Gojo turn to you with massive smiles. The whole family was show-stopping with their pure white hair and ice-blue eyes. You hold out your arms in an attempt to smooth your nerves. Mrs. Gojo accepts your embrace without hesitation. She squeezes you tightly and then holds you by your shoulders. 

“Dear, I’ve missed you so much.” She glances at her eldest son and then back to you. “What’s been new with you?” Fucking your son and then getting into a relationship with him. Oh, and I haven’t had beef in like a week, but that’s because I’ve been filling up on your son’s meat. 

“Nothing much.” You smile and then glance at Satoru, who is having small talk with his father. As if sensing that you’re staring he meets your gaze. He looks at his mother and then at you and then at the rest of the group. 

“Well, there is something different. I was going to wait to tell everyone at once, but you’re my family after all.” He sighs with a huge grin forming on his lips. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and brings you close to him. “Yn and I are dating.” 

The Gojos surprisingly didn’t have an issue with your relationship. Not that you thought they seriously would. They knew you were a hard worker and didn’t care about the money. The only thing bothering you at the moment was the loud party you were in the midst of. Everyone was super pumped because Satoru had finally gotten a girlfriend that he intended to keep. Shoko had given you a knowing look while Suguru and Nanami relentlessly teased Satoru. He was dressed to the nines in a wonderfully fitted black suit that made him look better than the professionally made birthday cake. As other people started to arrive your anxiety started to spike, but it was comforting knowing Satoru wouldn’t step away from you for long if at all. He held onto your hand while sipping a martini. 

“You know how badly I want to rip that dress of yours off right?” Satoru whispers to you. You flush and glance at him. 

“Well, too bad because you have to wait until after the party.”

“Which will be when?”

“When you’ve had enough fun.”

“I’d be having more fun if you were naked.”

“Satoru!”

“I’m just saying.”

“You’re insufferable.” 

“What’s insufferable is that this party has gone on for far too long. I’m sending everyone home whether they like it or not.” 

He wasn’t lying when he said, everyone. Even his family waves their goodbyes to go back home. Once everyone had departed it was just you and Satoru staring at each other. 

“That was quick.” You whisper. He nods and closes the distance between you. 

“Please tell me I’ve been good enough to receive your gift.” You try to keep from smiling at the adorable way Satoru looks at you through his lashes. 

“The best. I need you to go wait in your room.” He’s gone in a flash and you chuckle lightly. Under your dress, you had put on a black lace set of lingerie. You hoped Satoru would appreciate what you had planned. You suck in a breath and grab what you needed from your bag in the guest room and make your way into his room. He’s sitting patiently on the bed and his eyes light up when he sees you. 

“There’s my beautiful girlfriend.” He shifts from the bed but you hold out a finger. He pauses in his attempts to get up and you release what you had hidden in your hands. A line of rope dangles from your fingertips and a black silk mask. 

“Are you ready to know what your surprise is?” Satoru nods adamantly and your gaze falls lustfully to the items in your hands. “Tonight, I’m going to make you whimper and beg for me to cum all over your cock as I ride you. The catch is you can’t see what I’m doing or-” You nod to the rope. “Touch me while I’m doing it. Up for the challenge big boy?” You look back to Satoru who is already taking off his dress jacket. 

“Have I ever told you how horny you make me all the fucking time?” He huffs while trying to yank his pants down. You chuckle and shake your head. “Well, you should know by now that every inch of me is yearning for that tight pussy of yours.” 

“If you’re a good boy I might let you taste it.” Satoru nearly shudders with excitement as he hears those words. He’d never somewhat let go of the control, but he was willing to do so for you. He was always willing to give you what you wanted. You seemed to have that effect on him. Making him try things he’d never experienced before. In all honesty, it excited him to release the control into your hands. 

“Should I start calling you ma’am?” Satoru teases. You walk over to where he’s sitting on the side of the bed and grab hold of his wrists. 

“I like the sound of that.” You confirmed, wrapping the rope firmly around one of his wrists and leaving a small tail that you could eventually tie around the bed frame. You move on to his other wrist, enjoying the view of his muscular stomach. “Maybe I should tie you up more often.” You ponder aloud. 

“Yeah, maybe you should.” Your eyes meet his and his bites back a grin. You smack his shoulder and nod toward the bed. 

“Lay back and put your arms above your head.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He smirks and scoots back into the position you told him to lay in. He slowly flexes his forearms as he moves them behind his head. “Is this to your liking ma’am?” You grab hold of your silver dress and make eye contact with Satoru. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest as you step out of the dress, revealing the lacey undergarments. You crawl onto the bed, straddling him as you do so. He watches you with hunger in his eyes, little does he know you were already hanging on by a thread. This was going to be a lot harder than you previously thought. You tie his wrists up to the bed and admire your handiwork. You slowly push your gaze toward Satoru’s eyes, which are blazing. You’re surprised they don’t burn you when you finally meet his gaze. 

“Are you doing okay?” You question, leaning forward a bit to get a closer look at his face. He sucks on his top lip and then shakes his head. 

“No, I’ll never forgive you if you put that thick piece of cloth over my eyes to stop me from seeing,” He pauses to take in a deep breath, his eyes flittering around your body like a drunken man. “This.” He hisses, finally meeting your gaze again. You flush at his words and try your best to hide it. 

“Well, we can’t always get our way Satoru.” You reach out to his face, caressing his plump bottom lip absentmindedly. He shuts his eyes and allows you to play with his facial features. His eyes suddenly shoot open. 

“You could always cover my eyes with your lacey little friend there.” He nods down to where you’re sitting. It finally clicks that he means your underwear. You want to deny him, tell him that it’s too unsanitary for you to put used underwear over his eyes, but the pounding in your throat and pussy tell you to do it anyway. 

“You’re so sneaky. You just want to be able to peek at what I’m going to do.” You poke at his cheek and then bring your touch away from him. “But I’ll allow it since I think it’d be more torturous to see what you can’t touch.” You smile innocently and Satoru’s face falls. You slide off his chest and slip off your panties. “Take it all in now Satoru, because this is the last thing I’m going to do that is kind in any shape or form.” After a beat, you move to wrap your underwear over his eyes. He lets out a shaky breath and from the movement of his head, you can tell he’s still able to at least make out your form. You grin to yourself, you could use this to your advantage. You trail your finger down his side and caress his thigh. He shifts away from your touch and you chuckle darkly. “Come now Satoru, don’t be shy.” You get on the bed once again, straddling his thigh. You enjoy the way his bare skin feels against yours, but you’re slightly annoyed that his boxers are still on. You’d get to that though. 

You push your bare pussy against his leg, seeking friction. Satoru hisses as you grind against his muscular thigh. You run your hands over your body, imagining it was Satoru’s giant palms groping your breasts or playing with your belly fat in that loving manner he does. You pant out a small moan as slick starts to form on his leg from your pussy. Your own thigh pushes against something and you notice Satoru twitch. You glance down and a smirk curls your lips up. Satoru is so hard that you can see the definite imprint of his cock in his boxers. You’d never seen his erection from the angle, but it was so slutty to witness his arousal and have it be at your will. You reach out a hand to fondle the length of him, peering up at him as you do so. He winces and bites down on his lip. 

“Holding back your moans is only going to prolong not being able to touch me.” You warn and he lets go of his lip. 

“This is torture yn.” He hisses, lifting his head to get a better look at you. 

“I don’t know, you seem to be enjoying yourself.” You move his boxers down enough for the head of his penis to poke out. The ethereal beauty his cock held was beyond you. You yank his boxers down his thigh until they can go no further thanks to your body being a stopper. 

“I’m only hard because you’re the sexiest woman alive.” Satoru whines. 

“Oh I’m sorry, did I say flattery will get you anywhere? If you don’t stop complaining I’m revoking your right to talk.” You glare at him and he shuts up instantly. For someone you thought would have an issue with releasing the reigns of command, he sure does listen well. You turn your attention back to his dick, reaching out to touch the swollen tip. “This must be so painful.” You mumble, fingering the skin around the rim. Satoru grunts loudly as you move down the shaft. You form a ring around his cock with your hands and make a mental note to get some toys for next time. That way it would have a better effect on Satoru. You were way more into this than you thought you’d be, but you didn’t mind it one bit. You start to pump Satoru with both of your hands and when you notice his face tightening you halt your motions. He hisses in response, muscles tightening and spasming. 

“Yn, please,” Satoru blubbers. You pump him a little quicker this time and again, when you notice his face start to twitch you stop. 

“I thought I was ma’am?” 

“Ma-ma’am please,” 

“Please what?”

“I want to fuck you so badly.” He whines. You hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet but you couldn’t deny that you wanted Satoru’s cock ramming into you. “I’ve been waiting all week, do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off when you’re always effortlessly sexy?” It wasn’t only rough for him, you’d considered going back on your word, but then what would that teach the children? 

“I’m a woman of my word and,” You blow on the tip of his cock, then give it a small kiss. “I said I’d make you beg for my cum on your cock.” Satoru bucks his hips against nothing. He obviously wanted the sweet release of cumming, but you weren’t going to give it to him. 

“I’ll beg for it ma’am, please, I want you to fuck me any way you want and cum all over my cock.” He’s panting harder now. You grin, playing with the muscles on his hips. 

“You’re so needy Satoru, I’m starting to think you like me taking control.” You had so many ideas. You’d edge him until he was shivering, then have him suck your pussy to prepare it for the final showdown of riding Satoru like some fucked up version of a show pony. 

“And I’m starting to think you need to learn how to tie a knot better.” Before you can register what’s happening, Satoru is sitting up with your shitty knots hanging loosely from his wrists. He rips off your underwear and tosses it to the side. Uh oh. He grabs hold of your ass and lifts you to straddle his groin. “When I blew out my candles do you want to know what I wished for?” He suddenly asks, flipping you both over so now he’s on top. Your mind feels numb from the shift in roles. “I wished that you’d realize that you’re enough for me.” He lines himself up at your entrance and your eyes nearly roll back in your head. He had no idea how much you really wanted this. His words were swirling around in your brain like alphabet soup. “You belong here yn. You’re not some out-of-place decoration to spice up the living room. You belong. With me.” He lowers a hand to your pussy and grins up at you when he realizes how wet you’ve become. You did belong here with him… your insecurities were stupid. You’d beat them up later, right now you had a sexy man about to fuck your brains out. “This time I’m not going to let you leave my bed until you see yourself the way I see you.” You shiver. 

“Oh no, I feel like I’m clashing with the bed sheets, you’d better start fucking me before it’s too late.” Satoru grins and places sweet kisses on your shoulders. 

“You’re right, the wall color just doesn’t match with you at all.” He slowly enters you and a small gasp escapes your lips. “Fuck, you’re so tight yn. Your pussy is eating me up.” He rasps, shutting his eyes to steady himself. He starts to thrust and the sensation you’d been longing for all week starts to twist your stomach into knots. 

“Right there Satoru. You’re doing so good.” You breathe. Satoru bites into your shoulder and you let out a yelp. “Fuck,” You clench around him and his thrusts become sloppy. You raise your hips as he continues to ram into you. He’d just begun but you were already so close. 

“I’m c-close.” He husks, kissing the spot he bit tenderly. 

“Me-me too.” You grip his shoulders, raking your nails across his skin. He growls and ruts into you. You quiver as you feel the coil in your stomach ache to be released. “Satoru!” You cry out as you buck against his cock. 

“G-good girl.” He then tenses before sputtering his load out into you. Wait…inside…Your eyes widen as you look up at Satoru who must’ve realized it at the same time. 

“You came inside.” You whisper, throat hoarse from screaming his name. 

“I came inside you.” He glances where the both of you are connected and then back up to your face. You didn’t instantly feel alarm bells, but you knew Satoru didn’t want to chance the aspect of children so it was best if you went to clean up right away. 

“I’ll go clean up.” You go to move but Satoru pushes you gently back into the bed. You furrow your brows at him. 

“I think…I think I want to fuck it deeper into you.” His eyes blaze with a primal hunger and it sends chills down your spine. 

“But what about,” You trail off when you realize he’s already moving his hips. 

“We’re going to need to have kids soon anyway.” He shrugs and picks up the pace. 

“S-satoru,” You moan and squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Are you okay with this yn?” You feel your heart flutter inside your chest. Why the hell was he thinking about having kids with you? And now? Was he drunk off pleasure? 

“I’ll let it slide this time since it’s your birthday.” 

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Hot and Tasty| Kyojuro Rengoku

Synopsis: Your best friend introduces you to one of her friends since you’re introverted and don’t get out much. The two of you hit it off and come to find out, this new friend is a lot closer to your heart than you previously thought. 

Warning/contains: cam!boy rengoku, blowjob, mature content, mature language, oral sex, fem and male receiving, maybe a little crush, vibrator on male, slight angst

word count: 7.4K

a/n: i’m finally back, thank goodness. Finals week and then Tears of the Kingdom took over my life. This fic is a small idea I had thinking about Rengoku’s moobies. Like how nice would it be for him to stream with those? Fr, he’d be the type to not understand why he got all the hype. So I dedicate this fic to Kyojuro’s perfect pectorals. 

If there was one thing you knew about yourself, it was that you were a visual person. You learned better visually, vision was your favorite sense. You used it constantly in your line of work, watching how people interact with one another, shows, and how words could come together to form a story. You wrote and you were damn good at it. Though, books hadn’t been flying off the shelves as you had hoped. So you used your skills of being an introvert and lack of a care to create a streaming channel. Fans suddenly started flocking to you and your following grew and grew until it was apparent you could make some good money off of this. You could combine your passion with something you were good at and get paid for it. 

So yeah, visuals made you pretty happy. So happy that even when you touched yourself you couldn’t do so without watching someone else enjoy themselves. Though you couldn’t think about that right now because you were supposed to be meeting up with your close friend Kanroji. She had invited you out to lunch last night and who were you to decline the loveable best friend you’d had for many years now? She’d even offered to pay for your food since she knew times were a little tough for you at the moment. You couldn’t tell her that you’d had a drunk night and accidentally (on purpose) made a big donation to a streamer you watched often. She’d start to ask questions and those questions would lead down a harsh road of embarrassment for you. It’s then that you feel your phone buzz almost as if you’d summoned Kanroji.

Kan_deez_nutsfitinyourmouth 

Great news! A friend I haven’t seen in a while is going to meet us there. He told me he just got a huge bonus from work so he’ll treat us to lunch! I can’t wait for you both to meet each other! I hope this is okay. ~11:37am

You read over the text for a few moments before thinking about what Kanroji’s friend would look like. She had a multitude of friends and they came in all different shapes and sizes. Surprisingly she thought of you as her best friend, out of everyone she was friends with she chose you. It meant a lot to you and even though it was narcissistic, being favored by Kanroji Mitsuri made you feel better about yourself. What if she liked this other friend more? That was something you couldn’t let happen. You’d have to make sure Kanroji didn’t abandon you. This fear was probably irrational and you might need to see a therapist about it. You shrug it off and move off your plush bed. You needed to find something nice to wear because you couldn’t show up wearing the same outfit you’d been in for the last 3 days or so. This old friend had to know you meant business. You decide on a short green floral dress that has a stretchy bust to help contain the gravity sacks. The skirt of the dress fell nicely around your stomach and covered enough of your thighs that you didn’t feel super insecure about them. You once yourself over in the mirror leaning against your wall. You looked cute, cute enough to kill. Which you were willing to do if it meant keeping Kanroji to yourself. You slip into some comfortable off-brand white tennis shoes and glance at your phone for the time. It was nearly noon, you should probably start the short journey to the quaint restaurant. 

You arrive a little past noon and spot Kanroji seated near the window. Your eyes instantly track the man sitting across from her. He has long blonde hair with red tips. It falls past his shoulders in spiky waves. His shoulders are…incredibly broad, and muscular, and you find yourself staring at the lines of his muscles through his shirt for longer than you would like to admit. You move shyly toward the pair and before you can appear fully in front of them Kanroji notices you. Her face lights up with an excited smile as she waves you over.

“Y/n you made it!” She beams. The man slowly turns and then he abruptly stands up. You slightly jump at the sudden movement but watch as he bows his head and then extends his hand. You look between his massive hand and his bright red and yellow eyes. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you y/n, my name is Kyojuro.” His eyes seem to glow as he grins warmly at you. You take his hand in yours and shake it. A pull of electricity courses through you once your skin makes contact with his. He motions for you to sit next to him with a friendly smile. You accept only because he smelt like delicious food and maybe expensive cologne. He wore a fitted black tee paired with simple blue jeans. You don’t know how he did it, but somehow he looked incredibly good-looking. Maybe it was because he was just that good-looking. How the hell were you supposed to feel confident when you sat next to two beautiful people?

Rengoku was nervous. He’d never seen someone as effortlessly breathtaking as you. He’d never known love before, but he was starting to understand what the phrase love at first sight meant. You were meadows kissed by the sun. You were birds soaring in the sky. You were melodies played by a symphony. Kanroji should’ve warned him that you were more than his type, you were perfect. Rengoku sends a glare toward Kanroji, who smirks his look off and turns her attention to you. 

“So what have you been up to this fine morning y/n?” Kanroji inquires. You glance at the man next to you who doesn’t seem too interested in the conversation, so you decide to tell the truth. 

“Well, I woke up pretty late, but once I cooked myself a nice breakfast I was pretty pumped to get some work done.” You reply, fiddling with the skin on your thumb. Kyojuro peers at you with an inquisitive look. 

“What do you do for work?” He asks, his eyes searching your face like they’ll reveal the answer before your mouth does. You smile kindly and gesture to yourself. 

“I’m a self-published author who also likes to stream on Twitch for some extra cash.” His eyes light up like a fire. 

“I like to stream too.” He exclaims. You feel your heart soar. For a moment you thought Kyojuro would ask you the same line of questions everyone else seems to. When will you get a real job?

“Really? What platform do you stream on? Maybe I know it?” You quiz. Kyojuro quickly looks away from you. You furrow your brows and observe a red tinge to his ears. 

“It’s…pretty unheard of. I don’t think you’d know it…” He trails off. Why did the mood change so suddenly? Did you say something wrong? All you wanted to do was support Kyojuro since it felt like the two of you were becoming friends. Anxiety thrums in your chest. Maybe you weren’t as likeable as you had originally thought. Kanroji’s favor had gotten to your head. 

“Well, I have an idea.” Kanroji pipes up, breaking the silence you had inevitably created. You turn to look at her, who had been silent strangely for a while. “Why don’t you both exchange numbers and then Rengoku can send you some of his content when you get to know each other better.” She smiles slyly and Kyojuro shares a strange look with her. He presses his full lips together and lets out a short breath. She pulls out a pad of paper from her bag and passes it to you with a pink pen. “Write down your number. I’m sure Kyojuro will contact you as soon as possible.” She grins, but you can see the mischief in your friend’s green eyes. What was she planning? You scribble down your number and tear out the page it’s on. You hesitate for a moment before sliding it over to Rengoku. His eyes are trained on the piece of paper like it holds the world's secrets. 

“Thank you…” He mumbles softly. You nod your head and look away from him. 

“No problem.” You respond not sure what just happened. You hear Kanroji giggle and look up to find her covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter. “What is it now?” You ask, frustration dripping from your tone. This only fuels her laughter more. 

“You both are just so…” She shakes her head and gestures to you and Kyojuro. “So cute. We have to hang out more.” 

“We haven’t even ordered our food Mitsuri. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves” Rengoku glares at her. She gains a shit-eating grin on her face. You stare at the shoes you had slipped on, doubt that you should’ve even came today seeping into your thoughts. Did he not want to hang out with you again? He didn’t owe you anything, but did he have to make it so obvious that he wanted to never do this again?

“Well by all means let’s eat because I’m starving.” She grins and clasps her hands together. You peer up at Kanroji, observing her beautiful hair and sharp face. She was the type of girl that people stopped to stare at. You were always the glance, never the double-take. The small lunch ends with mainly Kyojuro and Kanroji catching up about what they’d been up to lately. You sat watching the two interact, mostly entranced with the way Rengoku’s smile seemingly brightened up the dim restaurant. You wished you could watch his mouth all day. The way he formed words was somehow sexy. His whole face expressing his emotions without a filter or care how others would react to him. Kyojuro was beautiful. A ray of warmth in your somewhat cold life. The time ticked by in an instant, and suddenly you were standing to leave. Kyojuro had left to pay for the food and you stood waiting for Kanroji to gather her things. “So, do you like him?” She suddenly blurts. Kanroji had a sixth sense of matching people together. It was like she was a matchmaker in her past life. She just had these feelings when two people would click together in the type of love you hear about in the fictional world. Your eyes widen at her blatant question. 

“I just met him.” You hiss, narrowing your eyes at the obvious answer. Kanroji on the other hand sighs loudly and rolls her eyes. You weren’t even sure if he liked meeting you. 

“Y/n, I’m not asking if you want to have his children, just a simple ‘Do you think he’s a cool person’? What are your opinions on him at this moment?” She restates. You flush and look away from her prying eyes. 

“I…I mean he’s really cool…” You mutter. You know Kanroji is smirking even without looking at her. You can’t seem to stop the confessions, even though you knew she’d tease you about it later. “I think his smile is the most attractive thing I’ve seen on someone, besides his obvious muscular body. He feels safe, which sounds weird because I’ve only just met him, but I think I’d grow to trust him.” You rant, embarrassed that your mouth won’t seem to close. Kanroji pats you on the shoulder and her sly smirk changes to a smile of compassion and understanding. 

“I’m really glad it seems you want to be friends with him. My little introvert is growing her social circle.” She wipes away a fake tear and you shove her slightly. Her mischievous glow comes back as she pushes you back. “So you do want to have his babies?” She teases. You’re about to object because even if you want to be friends with him that doesn’t mean he wants to be friends with you, but you feel a presence and you know exactly who it has to be.

“Who’s babies?” Kyojuro’s deep voice asks from behind you. Your whole body freezes and then goes warm. Kanroji on the other hand starts to laugh. At times like this, you really hated your best friend. 

“Doesn’t matter.” You grumble and push past the both of them. “I’m leaving.” You don’t wait for either of them, just walk out the door and start the short walk to your apartment. What were you thinking? You got too comfortable with something you didn’t even have. It’s not like Kyojuro would ever look at you like that. You were stupid and… and insecure. Stupidly insecure about your body. What Rengoku lacked in body fat you surely made up for. He probably wanted someone built like himself, able to keep up. You’d just end up slowing him down. You feel a cold coil of anxiety and sorrow wrap around your body. It’s then that someone runs up behind you. You turn around expecting it to be Mitsuri, but Rengoku stands there panting slightly. He was a sight to see. The dimming light of the evening made him glow like an ember. In a way he reminded you of the sunset; once he left you’d be all alone in the dark with only the light from your monitor illuminating your face. He searches your face for some sort of sign that you were displeased. He was worried he’d said something that offended you. He didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted to get to know you enough that you might consider becoming intimate with him. He’d never met someone like you and he was damned if he let you go now. 

“Did I say something wrong?” He finally asks. Might as well get to the point. There was no need to dance around what he wanted to ask you. You raise your brows and shake your head slowly. Why would he think that? Was he being serious? Never the less, it wasn’t him who had sent your emotions necessarily into a frenzy. It was the pushiness of your best friend. 

“No Kyojuro, Kanroji just takes her jokes too far sometimes. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that…” You sigh and press your lips together. Kyojuro’s face relaxes and you are blessed with another one of his smiles. 

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Can I say something weird?” He rubs the back of his neck and looks off to the side. You tilt your head and shrug, but you can’t help the nervous butterflies the creep up to your sternum. You want to shove them down and tell them there’s no place for them here, but you almost enjoy the way they make you feel.

“I don’t have a problem with whatever you want to say. Go ahead.” You reply. He clears his throat and your eyes meet. 

“I’m glad I got to meet you today. You seem really cool and I look forward to getting to know you better.” He mumbles shyly. You can’t help but swoon at the adorable tone of his voice. All your anxietys melt away and are replaced with a steadily beating heart and throbbing lower region. This man had such a hold on you after a few hours of being next to one another. Your face contorts into an idiotic grin.

“Me as well.” You pause and you notice your heart pounding in your chest. You can’t tell if you are nervous talking to someone you want to be friends with… or if it’s the easy attraction you have for him. You decide it’s probably a mixture of both. You also decide to be bold. “Make sure to text me, I want to see your content sometime soon.” You bow your head and go to leave, but before you turn around you catch Rengoku’s face flushing a bright red. Hmm… what an interesting reaction. Maybe…just maybe you should give love another shot. If with anyone, surely Kyojuro would be an excellent choice. 

Kyojuro’s heart was nearly pounding out of his chest as you walked out of his view. He watched you until he couldn’t anymore. He stumbles toward the wall and braces himself against it. He attempts to catch his breath and places a hand over his heart. How was he supposed to show such an innocent person the type of content he made…? He couldn’t possibly share his deepest darkest secret with you. You would surely leave him behind if you learned of it. Maybe it was time for him to branch out into the gaming genre so he’d have something to show you. 

You got home around 5:30. It didn’t seem like you’d stayed out that long, but here you were nearly 5 hours later finally getting home. You’d somehow made a new friend. This was huge. A momentous occasion. You should celebrate. You look down at your phone and then remember the pounding of your heart earlier. You knew an excellent way to relieve some stress.

It’s not long before you’re in your room propped up on your bed. You grab your laptop from your bedside table and place it on a pillow in front of you. You type in the URL of one of your favorite sites. A horny smile curls the corners of your lips upwards as you search for one of your favored content creators. Yoro was a hunky man, with huge pecs. You could only imagine what they must feel like. His content was very straightforward, but he specialized in role-play, pillow talk, and was famous for his incredible whimpering. It…did things to a person. He always had his hair tied back into a low ponytail, so it had to be long. You wonder how much he’d beg for you if you pulled his hair…Needless to say, this man had you wrapped around his finger. If you ever got the chance to meet him… goodness you don’t even know what you’d do. Probably drop your pants to let the flood free. Yoro also wore a black mask and sometimes a black cap that he pulled over his eyes. It was a little disappointing that you couldn’t see his face, but the rest of him more than made up for it. His body was a work of art and you’d never seen a cock prettier than his. It had to be around 5 to 6 inches long and was so girthy. You wonder if he’d be able to fit inside you. In fact, he was the biggest expense in your life. He was the reason you had spent a lot of money when you were drunk. You had to be his number-one fan. Had to be. 

You pull up one of his recent videos and lean up against your headboard. Yoro’s setup was very simple; a view of his bed, which had deep red sheets on it, his gray walls, and a small view of his desk where he sat for Q and As at times. He starts off the video sitting at his desk and explaining that he’ll be trying out a new toy a fan had sent him. It was a small vibrator that could be wrapped around the penis. He looked excited from what you could tell and that made you horny for some reason. You shimmy out of your underwear and toss them on your floor. You spread your legs like you’re showing Yoro your pussy. He’s already strapped the toy onto his cock and has it turned on a low setting. 

“Fuck, this feels weird.” He chuckles in a deep voice. You bite down on your bottom lip as your fingers duck into your folds. “I’m going to turn it up higher.” He explains and presses the button a couple of times. You can hear the buzzing from here and your heart pounds with lust. You wanted to be there teasing him with the vibrator. Making him whimper and whine for you give him sweet release. Your eyes close slightly as you gaze at Yoro on your screen. His hair was tucked into his hat this time and you never desperately wished to see someone’s face as they were being pleasured as you do with his. Yoro doubles over on the bed and his legs start to shake. “Ngh. Fuck. It feels so good.” He whines. His eyes dart to look at the camera as he struggles to stay standing. You flutter your eyes closed as you massage your clit with your fingers. God this was so hot. “I think- ahh- close. I’m going to,” His breath shakes as he tries to talk. His muscular arm contracts as he grips the sheets of his bed. “F-fuck, holy shit.” He sputters out as cum spurts from his tip. You bite back a moan and fall off your climax with a shiver running up your spine. 

“Wow.” You pant as the video ends. Your eyes shut. You were worn out from everything you did today. Socializing and now this? You’d clean up tomorrow. Right now you were going to fall asleep. 

You wake up with a notification from an unknown number. You rub your eyes and read over what the number had said. 

‘Did you get home safe?’ 

It then clicks that this must be Kyojuro. You smile to yourself and save his name as apricot since that’s what his name and hair reminded you of. 

Yn

Yes, I got home safe and sound. I Fell asleep right after I got in the door.

Apricot

hahaha, did you fall asleep in the entryway?

Yn

Lmao, no I at least made it to my bed.

Apricot

damn, so I can’t bully you about being one of those people who sleep on the floor?

Yn

I’m afraid not 🙁

Apricot

dw, I’ll find something else to bully you about

Yn

jeez I thought we were friends, but now I find out you’re actually a horrible person

Apricot

yup, I’m a monster 👾

Yn

wtf emoji is that

Apricot

he’s a cute lil monster wdym?

Yn

oooh sure, ‘cute’

Apricot

>:( so now you’re bullying an inanimate object? Who’s the monster now? 

Yn

caught red-handed, I actually eat children in the night

Apricot

:0 how scandalous 

You shake your head and toss your phone to the side of your bed. How could one person be so damn adorable? You remember last night as your face flushes. You should probably clean up and then start planning out your next few streams. After donating nearly 1k to Yoro, you needed to pump out some streams to earn more money. 

Apricot

What’s your favorite color?

You bite your lip and think for a beat before typing a response. 

Yn

I’m partial to greens and pinks, but I can’t lie and exclude reds and purples 🙂

Apricot

I like red too, it was my mother’s favortie color

Yn

Is she…?

Apricot

Yeah…it happened when I was young so I���m mostly over it

Yn

You don’t have to be over it Kyojuro, grief doesn’t have a deadline

Rengoku doesn’t respond quickly so you set your phone to the side of your desk. You’d put in a load of laundry and starting scheduling streams for next week while texting him. You’ve barely begun to move some items around in your plans when you hear your phone go off. 

Apricot

You’re right, my father was never the same after she died and I think he took it out on me. Maybe that’s why I’ve made some of the rash decisions because I wanted to live up to the disappointment he thought I was. It didn’t help that my little brother watched as our father beat me down with his words nearly every day. That’s why I’m working so hard, so I can provide a better life for my brother…and for my father.

You stare at the message, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. The thought of anyone thinking Kyojuro Rengoku was a disappointment was practically unthinkable to you, and you just met him yesterday. You feel angry, sad, and sadistically happy that he felt comfortable enough to tell you this. 

Yn

Firstly, I want to tell you thank you for sharing. That was incredibly brave of you. 

Then there’s what you said, Kyojuro I don’t think you could ever be a disappointment. You’re a product of what happened to you and the environment that was pushed upon you. You grew up damn well, you’re kind, funny, and intelligent. Grief effect people in the strangest ways, I’m just sorry your father got the short end, I can’t imagine how it must of been for all of you. Your father lost the love of his life and you lost a mother. I hope you and your father can make up. 

Apricot

I will fight my whole life if it means I can see him. That’s what love is. Thanks for listening to my rambling. Sorry if I overwhelmed you with the sad boy vibes. 

Yn

No no no, it’s nice to know you’re human. When I met you yesterday I was convinced you were some sort of God

Your face flushes as you boldly send the last text. You flip your phone over and ignore the buzzing. You had to get back to work anyway. 

Rengoku was curious what you meant, but for some reason you weren’t reading his messages. He sighs loudly and presses his lips together. You were too cute for your own good. The beast inside of his chest was throbbing. Then there was the aching in the confines of his pants. He was a gentleman, but you were making him think of ungodly things to do to you. How cute your face would look high on pleasure, cumming for the 100th time for him. You’d be such a good fucking girl for him. Opening up your sweet legs and exposing your cunt for him to taste. You’d be absolutely delicious. Thats when he notices a text back from you.

Yn

I never thought I’d see a sunrise and sunset simultaneously. That’s what it’s like being with you. Is that weird? You’re a very warm person lmao

I feel like that’s weird.

Ignore that.

Kyojuro, don’t get the wrong idea

Fuck

He can’t possibly contain his smile. Delicious. 

It’s been about 3 months since you initially met Kyojuro Rengoku. The two of you had been messaging back and forth nearly everyday, hanging out occasionally, and it was apparent how attracted you were to him. He was intoxicatingly charming over text and when you’d see him in person his smile would wrap your body in a warm coat of giddiness. No longer were you controlled by the cold hands of anxiety. Rengoku’s presence and persisting nature made you realize that you simply shouldn’t give a fuck. You’re you and that’s priceless. Kanroji was ecstatic when you first told her Rengoku asked you to hang out alone. She was convinced you were in love with him, which… probably wasn’t far from the truth. You knew so much about him, but the one thing you were still curious about was the content he made. One part of you felt like it was too late to bring up that topic, but the other part was dying to know if he played games or was more of a talking streamer. What type of things did he do to entertain his viewers? As if summoning him a text message buzzes from him on your phone screen.

Apricot

You wanna come over and chill tonight? I got that new movie you were asking about 😎

Yn

Ahh sick, yeah I can be there by 4

Is that good?

I could come earlier but I have some work to finish up before I can make it

Apricot

Yeah that should work

I do have some things I’ll need to finish up in my office though, so if you’re fine just chilling by yourself for like an hour or so until I’m finished then we should be all set

Yn

Hell yeah man, I’ll take a nap on your comfortable ass couch

Apricot

Just don’t drool on my poor pillows like last time 🙁

Yn

Yeah sure, or I could just not come over

Apricot

FINE, at least hide the massive puddle from me instead of showing me like some proud child who just drew on my walls 😭😭😭😭

Yn

Sorry you give off daddy energy 🤷‍♀️

Apricot

It’s my daddy issues rubbing off on me 🚩😭

Yn

🚩🚩🚩🚩 problem child alert 

Apricot

Hey! You have no idea how evil Senjuro can be. He may look cute, but he uses that against you

Yn

Sounds like a child is able to outsmart you 

Apricot

Just hurry up and get your ass over here 

Yn

Yes sir 🙄

You grin to yourself and those happy butterflies fill your chest yet again. Over the past few months you’d gotten used to the wishy washy way they made you feel. Kind of like you were sinking through a cloud, but a big hunky man would catch you when you fell through. It’d been a while since you masturbated to Yoro since you mostly thought about Kyojuro now. In a way you felt bad, but not too much. You hum happily to yourself and finish up the last minute touches to a cover you were working on. You shut down your computer and glance at what you were wearing in your mirror. Oversized gray sweats and a knit blue tank with a heather gray cardigan loosely covering your shoulders. You looked incredibly sexy. A large grin overtakes your face as you make your way to leave for Kyojuro’s, who happens to live a small jaunt north of you. 

Rengoku paces nervously waiting for you to arrive. Tonight was the night he wanted to tell you that from the beginning he thought you were the most attractive person he’d ever met. How he would say that without sounding creepy…? He didn’t know. He just hoped you’d take it as a compliment. His breath was short and for a moment he thought he might pass out. He feels his phone buzz in his pocket and instantly reaches for it. When he realizes it’s a call from his manager he furrows his brows. He hesitantly answers. 

“Yoro, listen, I need you to stream sometime tonight. Views of your colleagues are down to I need you to fill in the donation gaps.” Before he can argue the phone goes silent. His eyes darken and he throws his phone against the couch. He’d planned on editing some videos, but now he had to stream by contract. 

“Fucking hell.” He curses lowly and clenches his fist. 

You arrive within 10 minutes of leaving, the wonderful air making you in an even better mood. Your smile hadn’t left your lips since your conversation with Kyojuro. You take the elevator and knock on his door around 4:33pm. He opens it briskly, his blonde and red hair in a mess around his face. His chin is scruffy and he wears a loose fitted white shirt with black sweats. He looks amazingly sexy. 

“Hello Kyojuro,” You sing and step into his apartment. You wander over to his plush couch and flop down into the cushions. “Don’t mind me, I’ll be here watching some videos while you busy yourself with important secretive content things.” You tease. Little beknownst to you this stikes a nerve in Rengoku. He grits his teeth together and stalks past you. 

“Just stay quiet. I’m going to lock the door.” He quips sternly, barley looking at you. You furrow your brows and watch as he stomps into the office and closes the door. You listen for the click of the lock but it never comes. 

“Who peed in his cheerios?” You whisper to yourself and sigh loudly. His grumpy demenour had certainly put a damper on your mood, but you were too excited to take another nap on his couch to really care. You were sure when you woke up he’d be back to his bright and cheery self. Not long after you lay your head down you fall asleep. 

Rengoku is in your dream, but so is Yoro. They’re both looking at each other and then Rengoku is shirtless and you don’t really care about Yoro anymore. 

You awaken from what seemed like a short dream to a loud noise coming from Kyojuro’s office. You grunt in response, upset that the real Kyojuro probably won’t become shirtless. Your eyes slowly adjust to light and you stretch out your legs and arms while making a silent screeching noise. Not sure why stretches felt so good while making a noise, but it had to be scientifically proven. You should probably check on Kyojuro. You glance at your phone and realize you’d been asleep for nearly an hour. How long does it take to become shirtless? You roll your eyes and smack your dry lips. You stand and stretch one more time before wandering over to the office door. You grab hold of the knob and knock softly.

“Kyojuro?” You whisper hesitantly and twist the knob. The door slowly opens into the office, or what you thought was the office. Your eyes first land on the bed over to the left of the room covered in red sheets. Your eyes flick to the gray walls and then to Kyojuro, who’s eyes are widely looking into yours. It’s then you realize this Kyojuro is in fact shirtless. And pantless. Dick out. Mask on. Hair tucked into a hat. Yoro. The man you touched yourself to and would do anything to fuck. Shame for watching Kyojuro’s content without his consent rushed through you for a moment. It wasn’t like you had purposefully sought out what he posted, but happened upon it before you even knew each other. As long as you never told him you were a fan, things would work out. You wanted to keep this between the both of you for as long as you could. You notice the camera flashing and scoot back toward the door, eyes still trained on the magnificent body in front of you. A wash of overwhelming feelings crash into you, but for the sake of whatever the fuck was happening, you stayed calm. 

“Sorry guys, my cat almost knocked over a plant.” Kyojuro laughs and turns back to his audience. You notice the vibrator strapped to his dick again and the hunger you had tried to keep calm all this time nearly bubbles out. You’d definitely have to talk this out later, but right now you didn’t want to leave the room. You observe him glance at you a couple of times, but he’s trying so hard to keep his cool. He must think you’re in shock. Appalled. Grossed out. Nope. You’re just really fucking horny. It’s taking all your being to not jump him in front of his camera right now. Everything seemingly clicks into place. Why he got so weird at the restaurant. He didn’t want to tell you he was a cam boy. Why he never shared his content with you. Why he was always so secretive with his office and planning. He also happened to be the one streamer you would do anything for. Which meant in a way you were double horny for him? Maybe after he was done you could convince him to give you a private show? Or was that weird? Maybe that was weird. No harm in asking though. “Yes yoroslut the donations are hooked up to the vibrator. If you send a certain amount it correlates with a certain power setting on it.” He smiles as he replies to a comment. Your heart beats faster in your chest as you watch the live show. You could have some fun with this…

You pull out your phone and notice Kyojuro tense. You smirk and sit down on the ground, back against the wall. He furrows his brows as he watches you, obviously confused on what’s happening. You pull up his stream on your phone and lick your lips with anticipation. You click the donation button and the small gift option. After a couple seconds a low buzzing can be heard from Kyojuro. He tenses and his eyes widen as he realizes what you’re doing. His cock stiffens and you can feel your pussy throb hungrily. He’s trying to pay attention to the stream in front of him, but you were distracting. You donate a medium gift. Louder buzzing and Kyojuro lets out a breathy moan, eyes trained on you. He was searching your face, his muscles tensed because of you. His chest is heaving and you enjoy the way his cock twitches because of the donations you’re sending. Next was the large gift. Incredibly loud buzzing fills the room and Kyojuro doubles over gripping his desk. He whimpers and it cracks into a loud moan. You can hear his breathing from where you sit on his floor. The buzzing continues and Kyojuro starts to shake, his muscles flexing like crazy as he tries to contain himself. You read some of the comments flying by. 

Great show. This is so hot!

This is why Yoro is my favorite!

So glad you decided to stream tonight!

Rengoku is letting out soft moans and his eyes squeeze shut. You can’t handle the hunger building in your chest and pussy so you crawl over on all fours to his chair. He’s already scooted out pretty far from trying to contain himself, so crawling under the desk is a simple task. Once you’re there you peer up at him. His blazing eyes meet yours and from the way he’s breathing you can tell he’s close to climaxing. 

“I want you to be a good boy and cum in my mouth.” You whisper ever so lightly. His eyes widen slightly but then they flutter shut and he gives you the tiniest nod. You rip off the vibrator from his throbbing and twitching cock. You wrap your hand around him, but since he’s so girthy your hand barley covers any space. You work him as best you can nevertheless. Kyojuro grunts softly and he tries to look back at the comments. You like the way his dick feels in your hand, theres a slight curve at the tip that helps him not slip out of your handjob. 

“I-I like,” He groans and his eyes shut again. “I enjoy ramen.” He pants. He must be answering a comment. It’s time for the finishing move. You smirk to yourself, even though you’re a little nervous. You were having fun now, but what about later when everyone had their clothes on and it got serious? You push those thoughts to the back of your head and kiss Kyojuro’s tip and make eye contact with him. You smooch it again and his body visibly shudders. You then take him in your mouth, lips curling around his length. “F-fuck.” He curses and you hear him hit the desk above you. “Sorry guys, I-I-I,” His eyes roll back into his head and without finishing you hear the end of the steam noise. You still bob your head up and down his cock. You can feel him tensing in your mouth. He tears off his mask and hat, watching you suck his pretty cock. He runs a hand through his hair and leans back in his chair, letting out a low rumbling moan. You hum against his dick and his hand is suddenly in your hair, tangled with the soft locks. He pulls your mouth off him and stares at you, breathless. “What the fuck are you doing princess?” He growls. The angry look on his face tells you that you should be scared, but the fact he called you princess in that tone makes you squirm with excitement. 

“Reciting the declaration of independence.” You reply like a smartass. Kyojuro looks you up and down, spit dripping down your chin and a bit of his precum smeared under your lip. You glance down at his erection and then meet his gaze again. “Are you going to let me continue…or?” You trail off moving closer to him on your knees. Kyojuro’s last bit of humanity is thrown out the window as he can smell your delicious scent. 

“No.” He replies in a raspy voice. You tilt your head as he stands from his chair and flops down on the bed. “Come over here y/n” He commands. Your eyes widen and heat crawls all over your body. Rengoku lays on the bed, putting a pillow underneath his head. His eyes track you as you slowly rise to your feet. You sheepishly drop the cardigan and step out of your sweats. Your tank top is easy to slip off over your head and your sports bra comes off with it. You then slowly shimmy out of your underwear. Rengoku’s eyes flit over every inch of your body. He looks away before glancing back. Taking a double take. You feel your whole body warm. “Now get over here princess.” His usual fiery eyes are dark and hungry. With the way your needy cunt pulses, you don’t waste any time. You crawl up on the bed with him and slowly start to position yourself over his chest. His eyes practically eat you up as you scoot a little closer. “Come on my love, you need to be on top for me to use my mouth.” He coos. You nervously bite your lip and sit down on his face. His nose to your clit and he doesn’t miss this oppurtunity to be smothered by your thick thighs. The tip of his nose rubbing against your clit and a soft moan slipping from your mouth. Before you have any time to react his tongue slips between your folds. A surprised yelp comes from your mouth as he continues to explore you with his tongue. It swirls against your clit, prodding the sensative spot like it was something stuck in his teeth he was trying to get out with his tongue. You try to find friction against his nose, biting your lip to contain your moans. Your breath becomes heavy and labored as Rengoku fucks you with his long tongue. You bring your finger to your mouth and bite down. 

“Ah, Kyojuro, oh my god.” You murmured. Your words must motivate him to not let up on nudging your clit with his nose and lapping up your juices. “F-fuck, ungh, yes, right t-there.” You can feel the pressure of an orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. You feel like you’re seeing stars as he continues. Your hands are suddenly tangled in his hair holding him to your pussy. Your legs start to jerk as you ride out the shockwaves of your orgasm. You let out a howling moan, finally not holding back the sounds you wanted to make. You slide off his face and flop down on next to him. Kyojuro pants and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He licks the juices off his hand and maintains eye contact with you. 

“Fucking tasty. Best thing I've ever ate.” He pants, looking you up and down. “Don’t hold back those beautiful noises from me my love.” A boyish grin replaces the serious look on his face as he props himself up on his elbow. “So I guess you know what I do for a living now.” His cheeks are red and your heart pounds in your chest. Yeah and you were his top donator. “I hope you don’t mind, I mean it seems like you didn’t because…you know…we…” He glances away and bites his bottom lip. “What I’m trying to say is…what are you thinking right now?” His eyes meet yours again looking for an answer.

What were you supposed to say? You knew about him before so the shock of finding out that Yoro and Kyojuro were the same person hadn’t phased you. What was bothering you was Rengoku finding out that you were a fan of his. You feel like that would cause problems between the both of you and all you wanted was to be able to fuck him as you pleased. Hell, maybe you’d even start to date. You didn’t know, but him figuring out that you’d watched him before wouldn’t be good news. 

“I think we should continue where we left off.” 

Yeah, this was for the best. 

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