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When you tell Nanami on the second to last day that you're staying with your grandparents overseas for the summer, he doesn't have much of a reaction. You thought the two of you had bonded quite a bit since Haibara introduced you at the beginning of the term. Nanami was always quieter, more reserved compared to his best friend, but you gradually began to pick up on his little mannerisms and subtle cues. The way he slows his pace to match yours while you eat lunch, even though Haibara always inhales his food at warp speed. Whenever you walk beside each other, whether in the hallway or on the way home, Nanami switches which arm he holds his bag so that it doesn't hit you. Your favorite is when he shares his headphones with you to listen to a song he thinks you'd like, and you always do. But maybe that's because you get to listen to it with him.

When he doesn't say much about your plans for the summer, you can't help but feel disappointed. You thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd miss you just as much as you'd miss him. It's always been wishful thinking, though. This is what you get for having a silly little unrequited crush.

The last day ends as usual, with the three of you walking home together. Haibara always leaves first as he lives the closest to the campus. He says his cheerful goodbyes and promises to keep in touch the next few weeks, leaving you and Nanami alone. You've grown used to the comfortable silence that sometimes surrounds you two. That's just one of the many things you like about him; you never feel like you need to fill the space with useless chatter. The two of you can just be happy together, like this. This is good enough for you.

You arrive to your house, ready to say farewell. "I hope you have a good summer, Nanami," you smile at him. "I'll see you in the fall."

He stands awkwardly, avoiding your gaze, fidgeting in his bag for something. When he retrieves it, he hands it over, still not looking at you. "I made this. For you."

Your heart starts to race in your chest as you reach for it, grazing his fingers. It's a CD case with a list of songs displayed on the cover. You recognize all of them, the same ones he played for you, listened with you. You hold it in your hands like a precious treasure. "For me?"

"Yeah. Something that reminds you of me. Of us." His cheeks are flushed, clearly embarrassed. But he lifts his head to meet your gaze, smiling softly at you. "Just in case you miss me just as much as I'll miss you."

Behind the Wall

Who was this stressed, suited man...and how could you love him so easily?

A Nanami Kento glory hole story.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Corporate!Nanami (before return to sorcery), falling in love with a stranger, hand jobs, blowjobs, fingering, excessive cum, creampie, anonymous PiV sex, tiny bit angsty if you squint

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"How much do they pay you here?" A deep voice, smooth, but rusted with whiskey and smoke.

Your eyebrows raised spontaneously; kneeling down behind your black screen and hole, you didn't necessarily expect the small-talk with your clients to be romantic, but such business-like enquiries did not suit the tone, either.

Regardless, you would accept almost any pay, to find somewhere clear of the monsters that plagued you; the monsters that had chased you from job after job after job. None had followed you here tonight, it seemed, so you answered, trying to sound light-hearted.

"About industry average, I think."

A huff, the man's voice now bitter; "After they skim the majority off for themselves after your hard work, though."

You shrugged, as if he could see. He hadn't even begun to hook his cock out yet, so all you could see was a pair of lean, long legs in a black pinstripe suit. You found yourself tickled by your interaction beginning with anti-Capitalist outrage, and you quipped.

"Great pension plan, though."

"I somehow doubt that."

You laughed, musical and sweet, and were satisfied to hear another huff, the barest hint of laughter from your stranger, before his voice toned lower, his words for your ears and yours alone.

"Well...though I'm sure you deserve better than this place, I'll make it worth your while. I have to get back to work, and I'm sure you have bills to pay."

Beautifully veined, thick, long hands had begun to undo his belt, and you felt a strange thrill of excitement that you didn't feel with the other men. He sighed, unzipping, hooking out a long, thick, pretty cock that looked painfully hard and weeping pre-cum.

"I can't concentrate like this, I'll just...get this poison out and then I can focus."

He sounded almost apologetic, his words dripping with loathing in a way that made you frown. You reached one finger out through your hole, beckoning, tender as you whispered.

"Well, I can help with that."

Your stranger had grasped his cock to direct it through your glory hole, but hesitated at your tone, as if the tenderness you gave him was an odd specimen, requiring examination before he could accept it.

The tip of his cock, pink and full, nudged against your cheek and nose as it pressed through the hole. You heard your suited stranger hiss and shudder. You couldn't help but be impressed by your stranger's size, spitting onto the tip before beginning to stroke him in long, languid, practiced strokes.

"How do you hide this beast when you get a boner at work--"

A huff again, almost amused, drawing out into a ragged, needy groan. His fingertips pressed on the board on the other side, white-knuckled, his voice straining as he tried to speak past the pleasure of your pumping hand.

"--sit-- sit at my desk...hoping it'll go away-- fuck, you're good...just help me, please...pay you well, just-- just get it out and I'll head back--"

Your suited man groaned again, deep and fractured as your hand picked up its pace. When you spat on his tip again, your lips ghosting against him, he bucked involuntarily, cursing and apologising under his breath. When you drew the flat of your tongue across his slit to taste the salty pre-cum there, he almost whimpered with divine agony.

You felt a squirm of pleasure in your belly, sure that his beautiful voice alone could form the soundtrack you could orgasm to, night after night.

"You sound like you should have a girlfriend to help you with this." You bit your lip, satisfied to hear how his cool, bored tone had broken into something altogether more desperate.

"--sh-shit, u-ungh...any woman deserves better...better than anything I can offer-- f-fuck, I'm close already--"

You felt it; his balls were too big to fit through the hole alongside his cock, and they looked heavy, aching, his body struggling to draw them up as your suited man threatened to spill in your hand after a single flat minute. You whispered to him, soft in a way that offered him an intimacy he was clearly desperately lacking.

"Stop hating yourself when you should be coming in my hand, big guy."

When his knees buckled against your wall at you cuffing the base of his cock with your other hand, making the veins stand proud, you knew he was crumbling.

"--a-agghh fuck-- come too hard if you-- if you keep that up...shit, like a cock ring, I..."

You hoped that when he came, some of his abject self-loathing would pour away, too. His groans were rapidly turning into short little growls, the screen shaking as he bucked into your fist with such desperate force.

"--f-fuck, good girl, perfect...unnnhhh, perfect...shit, I'm...I'm..."

"God, you really do need thi--"

Your voice broke off with a squeak to feel a veritable fountain of cum spurt over your face, stripe after stripe of thick white release spattering over your cheeks, flooding down your hand and chest.

"O-oh-- wow--"

Your mouth dropped open in shock as your suited man grunted and cursed through his orgasm, his balls heavy and twitching, and you tasted a drip of his seed trickle down your nose and onto your tongue. Musty, sweet; nothing like its thickness would suggest.

His cock twitched for what seemed like an eternity in your hand, as you stroked him down from his peak, so covered in cum that you considered you may have to call it a night to go home and shower. As his groans faded, his voice ragged, you felt the guilt and shame radiate off him in waves.

"Shit, that was...ugh, I'm sorry. It's disgusting, I'm sure."

"It's absolutely not. I'm just...wow. Do you always come that much?"

A pause, guilty again as his voice rumbled; "...yes."

You laughed, and his cock twitched in your hand. He chuckled, warm and gravelly, when you pressed a cleaning wipe out through the hole.

"See you soon?" You asked, strangely hopeful.

"Not soon enough." He answered, soft in a way that surprised himself. His voice dropped an octave as a roll of bills pressed through the hole to you. "Here...keep it quiet. They're taking advantage of you."

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You were prepared, the second time your suited stranger visited; having required an early finish and a shower two nights before, covered with an obscene amount of cum, you blushed to recall that you brought your vibrator to the shower with you, climaxing against the wall to the memory of his velvety voice.

You hoped he couldn't hear the faint buzzing between your legs on your side of the wall. You squirmed, muffling a moan around his cock head as you prepped him, your lips stretched and glossy with pre-cum.

"-h-haaaah, god, you...you're wasted here-- feel so pathetic-- no stamina with...with a mouth like that around me-- o-oohhh...fuck..."

You released him with a wet little pop, feeling your own pleasure building with the insistent buzz against your aching clit. He seemed just as happy to have your hand, and you admired the little neat trail of honey-blond pubes at the base of your fist as he fucked into it.

"Yeah, well...you're wasted too, at that company, by the sounds of it."

"Mmm...feels like what I deserve--"

You cut him off with a tongue to the underside of his cock, his voice fracturing into growled curses and hungry moans again.

"I already told you, if you talk about yourself like that again, I'll make you come faster--"

A breathless, rumbling laugh; "You're a monster."

You whispered, your breath ghosting against his cock head just enough to make him shudder; "Plenty of monsters in this world, beautiful man...but not me."

Your suited man stopped arguing with you, losing himself instead in the way your mouth, hot and suckling and eager, drew him in deeper with every bob of your head. The gasping, husky cry he made when his tip curved round the back of your throat, sent a burst of pleasure through you that had you humping your vibrator involuntarily.

Between his gasps, his vision fizzling with pleasure, you heard him hesitate, his voice barely above a whisper; "What's...that buzzing noise, I-- do you have...back there, are you--"

Barely pulling back, approaching the climax you tried to muffle as you pumped his base with your hand, you moaned, sweet and sinful around his cock head; "B-brought my vibrator...hope you don't mind--"

"Oh-- fuck-- FUCK--"

You squeaked, your orgasm muffled by the cum that flooded your mouth and tongue. As your pleasure threatened to make you convulse, you pushed forwards instead to take the rest of what he offered down your throat, and you lost sight and sound for an indeterminate amount of time, blinded and deafened by thigh-trembling ecstasy.

Swallowing, gasping, and fumbling a hand in your underwear to pull the vibrator off your overstimulated clit, you babbled at him, apologetic.

"S-sorry, hard to--to get guys off sometimes-- without a bit of a hit myself--"

"Fuck, don't talk about other guys when you just came with my cock down your throat."

You giggled, breathless, hearing your suited man pant as he came down from his high. When he removed his cock from the hole, a long, beautifully crafted thumb and forefinger reached hesitantly through instead, and gently pinched your chin.

You pressed a lingering, affectionate kiss to the pad of his thumb as it swiped over your lower lip, and you felt your heart thud to hear such a delighted, satisfied hum from him. He opened the palm of his hand, surreptitious, and your stomach twisted to see an even thicker roll of bills than before.

"...you don't...don't have to--"

"I want to, I...I meant it when I said you're wasted here. They're monsters. Animals."

You took the money with a heavy heart, pressing another kiss to his palm, and leaving your whispers there with it;

"Scarier monsters than them in the world."

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A black dog hunted your suited man, the next time he came to you. You felt it snapping at his heels, and when your stranger approached, it was to sit with his back against your wall, instead. You saw the briefest flash of a thick, corded neck, broad shoulders, a neat blond undercut. He was quiet for a few minutes, before you spoke, soft.

"...hey, you. I missed you last night."

He scoffed as if he didn't believe you, and you reached a hand through, poking him briskly on the shoulder.

"I mean it." Another pause, and you swallowed. "Do you...did you want to...?"

"I...I just want to talk. I'll still pay."

"I'd talk to you for free."

A further silence from him, your warmth a balm for his fractious self-loathing. His next words hung heavy with the weight of the world.

"When will we rest, do you think? When will it end?"

Your eyelids fluttered, looking down in thought. Your fingers stroked over the pad of his suited shoulder. You thought of how you'd been late to your gloryhole, that evening, your usual path blocked by some stop-motion atrocity, an eldritch horror only you could see, and you swallowed hard.

"...I don't know. It doesn't feel like it ever will."

A soft sigh, his voice rich and smoky; "I hesitate to ask what your particular burdens are, to have led you to a pit like this."

You felt tears prickle on your lashes. Taking a deep breath, and tippy-tapping your fingers on his shoulder, you tried to remain upbeat against the rising tide of misery.

"H-hey, it's not all bad. I got to meet you, after all."

"If that's your greatest joy, I pity you."

You winced. Your suited man jumped, when your hand gripped his shoulder with beseeching fervour, his own hand slowly coming up to overlay yours, dwarfing it in his palm. He tensed, unsure. When you spoke it was with the certainty that he needed to understand you.

"Get your tie off, and tie it around your eyes."

He was silent, stunned, his voice brittle as he replied; "...excuse me?"

"Just do it. Blindfold yourself. Then come here."

A moment of hesitation again...then a groan, surely older than he was, as he moved. You heard the silken friction of his tie being undone. You felt the anxious tension radiating off him, and you closed your eyes, eager not to ruin this mystery for yourself.

"Alright...if you insist."

When his voice sounded again, you felt his breath across your lips, inches from each other at the hole in the wall. You raised your hand up, feeling his shudder as your fingertips examined his face as though you were examining a sculpture; and, a sculpture he could have been, with high cheekbones, a thick squared jaw, narrow soft lips. You smiled, your eyes still closed.

"You're too handsome to leave here without a kiss."

Your suited man was silent, but you felt his breath hitch and his heart stutter.

When you finally pressed your lips to his, he moaned with ecstasy, just as he did when you pressed your lips to his erection. Though you took the lead initially, with your lips softly parting his until you could taste him, your permission imbued him with a bravery and confidence he hadn't revealed to you before.

He took charge, and kissed you like a man starved, his evening stubble rasping across your chin, nose against nose. His tongue trailed with a rusty shiver over your lips.

"F-fuck...you taste good...I-- ungh..."

He broke off to you biting his lower lip softly between your teeth, drawing him back in until your lips melded closely enough for you to suckle on the tip of his tongue. He moaned again, desperate and stuttering in his chest. You heard the brush of his palms pressing against the other side of the wall, desperate to cup your face and tilt his kisses down your throat.

Your mingling breaths tasted sweet, so indescribably erotic in its simple intimacy as you pulled away. You fought against the desire to open your eyes, instead biting your own lip, your brow furrowed against your own stupid decision. You whispered, to a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a sob, from your suited man.

"And I'd do that for free, too."

It was the most he had ever paid you, that night, for the simple intimacy of a conversation and a kiss.

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Not a single solitary man visited your gloryhole the next night. You fizzled with worry, as man after man appeared to loiter near you, before choosing someone else; anyone else. It didn't make sense-- even your regulars would be heard mumbling near by before walking away from you.

You felt a clench of worry; the managers would still pay you, you were sure...but not if it continued.

You felt almost lightheaded with relief and something deeper, when a familiar voice graced your wall near the end of your shift.

"Are you lonely, in there?"

You felt a frisson of joy, and you knelt upright, grinning, your heart fluttering.

"Not anymore."

There was a momentary pause, and you felt the words that your suited stranger wanted to say, stuck, gated by his teeth. Eventually, when he spoke, it was strained, as if fearful of damaging the sprouting intimacy between you both.

"I've...been thinking a lot, recently. About what's fair."

You blinked, unsure, but answered anyway. "Oh?"

"It's not fair that I have to do a worthless job for people I hate, just to earn enough money to retire young. It's not fair that you're here, selling your body to make a living. It's...its not fair that it's only me being pleasured."

You swallowed, heat rushing to your cheeks, feeling him err against what he wanted to say, and he continued.

"I...would like to do something for you. For...for both of us. At the next window."

Oh. The next window. The curtained table, upon which you could lie your lower half, for a man to use the deepest parts of you for his own pleasure. If any other man-- any other man, had asked this if you, you were sure you'd have hated yourself for it. And yet...

"I...I've never done...that."

"I'm...I'm glad, I...I hate myself. For using you, and how other men would use you, and I'd like...to give you better. To treat you as you deserve. God knows, I'd like to tell you to walk away from this shit hole altogether but that's ignorant of me, so I...just for tonight, I--"

"Okay."

You almost clapped your hands over your mouth, your acquiescence so natural that it shocked you. Your suited man seemed surprised, too, and you could almost smell the thudding scent of testosterone from his body as it readied itself for the primal promise of spilling inside your core.

"Yes? You...are you sure?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my life, actually. I...I'll come round."

"Fuck, I...I'll be waiting. Nobody else can-- fuck."

You stood on shaky legs, suddenly self-conscious. Arriving at the table, you took a deep, trembling breath, before starting to strip. You heard heavy, pacing footsteps; more mumbling; a snapped, deep, possessive response.

"This one is mine."

You bit your lip, muffling a laugh at your suited man's immediate dismissal. By the skittish footsteps of the rebuffed other man, your suited stranger was not one that other men would choose to fight. You spoke up, your voice smaller than usual.

"Alright, here...here I come."

Reverent silence hung in the air, as fine as spun gold, when you finished moving your bare lower half down the table. Self-conscious, with your hands pressed over your face in blushing mortification, your thighs and knees remained clamped together.

You heard slow, deliberate footsteps towards your body, as if your suited man had forgotten how to walk. His voice spilled forth, full of sighs.

"Exquisite, I...god, I don't deserve this."

You could have cried for him. Sick of his apparent self loathing, you stretched one foot out until your toes pressed against rock solid abs beneath a pressed, twill shirt. You felt another blush rock your system, not expecting your suited man to be quite so buff.

A large, warm hand grasped your foot, stroking up your arch, your ankle, your calf, and settling with a squeeze behind your knee. When his other hand began to mirror the first, both of your knees now bent and pressed together in his grasp, you heard him whisper as he held you.

"I'll cover you," he promised, ragged with need, "with my body, I...I'll keep you hidden. Keep you safe."

"Thank you."

"Do you trust me?"

"One hundred percent."

A pleased rumble. "Good girl."

Softly, tenderly, two great hands stroked up the sides of your thighs, gliding around your hips with his shuddering groan. Your suited man's hands felt like liquid sex, turning every patch of skin he touched into an erogenous zone.

By the time his thumbs had begun to trace up and down, up and down the V shaped creases of your mound, you squirmed in his grasp, heat pooling in your belly. He chuckled, his thumbs stretching up to massage circles on your lower belly, warming you before he filled you.

"Does that feel good?"

"So good," you whispered, struggling to remain bashful with his obvious adoration.

This warm-palmed massage, from belly, to V, to thighs, to hips, and back again, melted you. Your thighs began to part, your code cracked, without you even noticing. When he settled his hips between your thighs, you moaned involuntarily, and felt his mouth, familiar only to your lips, begin to trail kisses along your ribs, your breasts hidden by a thin black curtain.

He appeared to resist temptation, nipping along the marks left by your bra beneath your breasts. Thought outwardly calm, his hands grew ever tighter, shockingly strong and needy on your hips, and you could feel how ragged his breaths were against the soft wet suckling marks left by his mouth.

You had never felt so worshipped, and your suited man seemed determined to know you before he buried himself inside you. The only natural response to those strong hands beginning to creep up the inside of your thighs, was to offer him the treasure he sought, by opening your thighs completely to him.

"Please, can I...make you come on my fingers?"

At this point, you'd have to beg him not to stop if you opened your mouth, and instead locked your thighs around his hips so he couldn't escape. That deep chuckle again, this time against your sternum, and he kissed you in reward.

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

"I won't, I-- o-oooh...my...haaaah..."

His fingers, wet with his spit, had slid between your folds, two of them teasing around your entrance while his thumb circled with blissful ease around your clit.

Utterly unafraid of playing you like an instrument, he massaged your little bud until the noises you made were to his liking. You whimpered to feel the insistent press of his two thick fingers, and his murmured growls, add to the fold.

"Fuck, you're...perfect. Get you ready...or I won't fit...fuck..."

Within seconds, he had found your spongy soft spot, turning your moans guttural, making love to you with his fingers before he took you. Your suited man was certainly no boy, responding to every moan, and every whimper, with the surety needed to take you to orgasm.

Only the tenting press of his cock, harder than ever against your inner thigh, gave away how well he was controlling himself for your sake. Already at the edge, you tumbled into completion when one beautiful, fine boned hand slipped under the curtain to cup your breast, to the tune of his hushed curses.

"Come for me, my love."

As if he hadn't noticed you were already arching, mewling, and fucking yourself down on his fingers, halfway through your peak. He stroked your inner walls as if to comfort you, shushing you, soothing, until your quivering pussy stilled around him. You heard the clink of his belt, your head spinning to remember that the best was still yet to come.

"Beautiful girl...sound so pretty when you come. I...I'll pull out--"

"--don't you dare."

The strangled noise that left him, and the way you felt a spurt of pre-cum spill onto your belly, signalled a farewell to his restraint. You squeaked to feel him bracket two thick, strong arms beneath your thighs, bracing you for the way he was about to take you.

Jolting into place, his cockhead nuzzled between your folds. He appeared to be needing nothing but ragged, shallow thrusts to pleasure himself against your oversensitive clit, his lovely voice speaking as if to himself before notching at your entrance.

"--s-so long, it's been...been so long...worth the wait, for you, though, sh-shit...augh..."

He entered you with one deep, smooth press, shushing you again with a tender grasp, and little shallow rocks to kiss his tip against your cervix. He felt absolutely enormous, squeezing himself into you until every little ridge within you shaped to him, hot and wet. You babbled, your words shooting through him like knives.

"--oh m-my god you feel so good so so good so big-- barely fits, o-ooohh--"

When you gasped with the sudden fullness, one of your hands flew down past the curtain to hold your lower belly, and something in your suited man snapped. He laid one hand over yours, pressing it down hard on your belly, before cursing a half-hearted apology, and taking you with the desperation of a man possessed.

Three strokes, deeper, and deeper, and deeper, sent him roaring into a frenetic pace. Your hand clasping your lower belly had sent him spiralling. If his other hand hadn't held your hip so tightly, you'd have been fucked up the table.

And despite the mind-numbing force of his thrusts, you still, with every scrap of you, knew that he was making love to you, and not just fucking you. It made no difference, in the end, your voice growing in volume until it was nothing more than whimpered, mewling cries, only wishing you could have a name upon your tongue instead.

Stilted with the force of his thrusts, he blessed you with it.

"Say...say my name..."

"I will I will just give it to me gimme your name--"

"Kento--"

"--o-ooohh, f-fuck, Kento, harder--"

The cry that left his chest was visceral, animalistic, wrenched out of him with the same sudden finality as his orgasm. You felt him fold over you, his hands gripping your ribcage, his cock jolting and twitching within you as the heavy, obscenely long ejaculation that you knew so well, filled your pussy instead of your mouth.

"--unh...unh...haah...aaa-aahhh never...never gonna come like that-- e-ever again...that was it, that was the...the one that'll end me-- fuck...darling..."

Your suited man's bucks grew lazy, his torso almost completely blanketing yours, humping away the last vestiges of his orgasm. He stayed nestled within you, unwilling to let you go yet. You reached through the curtain, stroking a hand through his hair, and hearing him purr.

"...Kento, huh?"

He huffed a laugh. "Sorry, I...was that too intimate?"

"That? You're worried that was the intimate part?"

He laughed, rich and deep and genuine, kissing your ribs once more. You heard him reach into his pocket, and you spoke up, immediate.

"I won't let you pay me for that--"

"--I absolutely fucking am--"

"--no you are not--"

After he won the argument, and left with heavy reluctance, your manager pulled you aside with a dirty grin.

"You were popular tonight. How many men? Ten? Twelve?"

You blinked, confused.

"Just...just the one. Right at the end."

Your manager shook his head, turning back to the TV in his grubby little office, his fingers orange with Cheeto dust. Your brain ticked, and whirred...all the mumbling outside your gloryhole. All the murmurs, men almost visiting before moving on...and it clicked with absolute certainty.

Your suited man had guarded your gloryhole all night, paying other men to choose another woman. To choose anyone but you.

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"I worried you wouldn't be here."

You swallowed, sniffling, and settling behind your wall. More terrible monsters had settled around the building, blocking almost every pathway in, and you knew that you'd have abandoned your shift and run home to hide, if not for the hope of hearing your suited man again.

"You're...crying, my love, why are you crying?"

You felt him stiffen against the other side of the wall, at the sound of your sniffle, and his hand automatically reached through to cup your face, his thumb swiping away your tears. You turned your cheek into his palm, holding his hand against you.

Your gaze turned to the doorway...and to the bug-eyed, many-armed, puce coloured spindly monster leaning around it to stare at you.

You shrieked, crashing against your wall in terror. Your suited man took in a sharp breath, and the normal chatter and movement of the room quieted at your cry. Your suited stranger grasped your hand hard to hold you still, and his voice dropped to a horrified whisper.

"Stop-- oh, fuck, I understand-- your monsters-- can you see that? That thing in the doorway?"

Time slowed. Your jaw dropped. Your voice was thick, quiet, your insanity validated for the first time in your life.

"Kento, you...see it too?"

"Oh fuck. This...this is why you're in this place? Never been able to hold down a job, no? You've never felt safe anywhere?"

You could do nothing but weep into his palm, nodding, and nodding, and nodding. His voice rang, deep and commanding and final.

"I've got you. I...I've got you. You're safe. Just come with me."

"Kento, I can't just walk out--"

"You can. You don't need money. I've got enough. You just need...you just need me. I'll...I'll tell you everything. I'll explain everything."

When your face, tearstained and sniffling, leaned around the edge of your wall, you froze. Kento froze.

The silence was thick with wonderment, already in love before you had even seen each others' faces. But now that you saw him (obscenely handsome, tall, kind-eyed and exhausted), already overwhelmed, a sob bubbled over--

"Oh, god, you're so out of my league--"

A scoff, and adoration burning in his tired, under-shadowed eyes. He held out one hand, rescuing you as you'd rescued him.

"Come. I have some calls to make. You can tell me your name over dinner."

Your feet were numb as Kento walked you past the monster, shielding your fearful gaze with his hand. You ignored the shouts of your managers, half-deaf and stunned. In the chill evening air, his arm that was not around you, reached into his pocket, tapping, before holding a phone to his ear.

"Gojo, it's Nanami...why are you laughing?"

SCRUMDILLYYUMYUM U ATE THAT

PART 01 feat. NANAMI KENTO & SUGURU GETO.

⊹ ｡ ‧ ₊ 5k

⊹ ｡ ‧ ₊ the ghosts from his past are too real and his scars are too deep; suguru is not collected and calm like nanami, he's not soft spoken and affectionate. he's hot-headed, blunt and impulsive. and yet, somehow, he found himself being so utterly devoted to and loved by the two people who were his complete opposites.

⊹ ｡ ‧ ₊ [N]SFW CONTENT + fem!reader + poly relationship + mafia!nanami + right hand man!suguru + mentions of violence and guns + mentions of alcohol and drugs + mentions of blood + daddy kink + dacryphilia + oral sex + size kink + choking + impact play + dumbification + hate fucking + voyeurism + suguru hates reader but not for long + angst + lots of smut + degradation & praise + name calling [ little slut, whore ].

your breath is caught in your throat as you taste the tears that slide down your cheeks, sweet and sour delight touching your lips as you manage to rip a groan from him by sinking your teeth into his arm. there’s no room to breathe when your body is pressed down on the mattress, his own erratic pants and grunts telling you how close he is. you bury your face on the pillow to muffle your loud and broken moans, babbling nonsense under your breath.

suguru holds the soft skin of your shoulder between his teeth, drawing out a whimper from your swollen lips that sucked him off earlier after he came home smelling like gunpowder and cigarettes. his sweat clings to your own skin and mixes with the juices from your arousal and his own spit. the total filth and passion that you share fill the room with some kind of heavy and almost palpable atmosphere, you feel like you could faint from the way he thrusts his hips into you, so boringly slow but furiously hard, as if he’s trying to make you remember the feeling of his cock inside you forever, to make you dream about it. 

suguru will often grunt into your ear as he slides his shaft out of your cunt just to slam it back into you, he’ll lick your tears away and fill your mouth with his fingers, he’ll squeeze your sensitive breasts and kiss your lips sweetly. he fulfills your need for praise and encouragement with his actions, his big calloused hands are so devoted to your body that his touches say a lot more than any empty phrase that he could tell you. 

he does talk when he feels himself tripping over the edge, hips slapping against your ass as he hooks his arm under your belly to put you on all fours. you can barely hold yourself in that position, arms giving up as he keeps your ass in the air with his hands holding your waist. the only sounds coming from you are the pitiful whines and little moans caused by suguru’s girth stretching your cunt, the line between pain and pleasure is almost invisible at this point.

“fuck⏤’m gonna cum.”

that’s the only time he says something and you can barely hear it, gripping the sheets under you and gasping for air as another orgasm comes like a tsunami, you scream into the pillow as suguru fucks his own cum into you. he falls by your side on the bed, pulling your limp body closer to him. he kisses your cheek before you close your eyes.

the soft sounds of your footsteps echo through the corridor as you walk towards the big carved wooden door at the end of it. it’s late, too late for you to be awake and trembling from the cold but you need to see him. he doesn’t look up from his laptop when you enter the room, remaining in silence as his eyes shift from the right to the left as he reads something ⏤ the cigarette between his fingers is nearly finished, almost burning his knuckles.

“daddy?” you call, causing him to lift his eyes from his computer.

for the first time in the day, nanami feels some kind of positive feeling lightning up in his chest. he gives you a warm smile before putting out his cigarette on the ashtray and patting his lap. he watches as you make your way to him, rubbing the sleep from your pretty eyes and sitting on his lap, slightly wincing when your clothed core presses against his thigh.

“was suguru rough to you again, my little petal?” he questions, licking his lips to kiss the tip of your nose. you shake your head and hide your face in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply in his ambrosial scent. your body immediately reacts to the warmth and comfort of his embrace, his fingertips scratching the back of your head softly make you roll your eyes in amusement.

nanami presses his face on your hair, a tangled and soft mess of strands that he adores so much, smelling the fresh perfume from your shampoo. you both stay silent for a while, listening to each other's soft breaths, until you lift your head from his shoulder. 

"are you coming to bed with us tonight?" 

it's a simple question but it still causes nanami to sigh frustratedly. 

"i can't, my petal," he responds, immediately regretting his words when you blink some tears away. "i have so much to do⏤" 

"but you promised!" you protest, sulking at his stubbornness. 

he did promise you, like he promised yesterday and the day before yesterday but still couldn't bring himself to forget about his work. the guilt caused his heart to ache deeply, he couldn't watch the way you sulk and cling to his shirt desperately without deciding that work could wait for one night. only for tonight. 

he sighs, "right, let's go to bed then, angel." 

he closes his laptop before getting up with you in his lap, your legs and arms wrap around his body tightly and you almost fall asleep on the way back to the bedroom.

nanami places you carefully on the bed next to a naked, almost falling asleep, suguru, your body quickly being drawn to his warmth as you rest your face on his shoulder. silently, nanami undresses himself so he can comfortably lie down by your side, watching the way your eyelids flutter in your sleep. 

"she asked about you all day." the hoarse and low voice catches nanami's attention, his eyes shifting to suguru's face. the man is lying on his side with you between his arms, your cheek pressed against his beefy arm making nanami look at you adoringly. "she said she texted you a thousand times but you didn't text back." 

nanami sighs, running his hand through his blonde hair frustratingly. "what did she do today?" 

suguru licks his lips, "she had her online classes then we went to the ice cream shop, she wanted to buy you an ice cream but i told her you wouldn't be able to⏤" suguru notices the discomfort in nanami's eyes, clearing his throat and changing the subject. "anyway, we got back and she did some homework before we watched a movie. It was silly but… it was nice. maybe it was the way she laughed at every dumb joke that made it better." suguru explains as nanami pays attention to every word, eyes fixed on suguru's lips. "then some dumb fuck messed something up with the packages and i had to solve it but don’t worry, fushiguro kept his eyes on her until i came back and…”

suguru stops, eyes on nanami’s face but not really looking at him as he thinks about earlier.

“and?” nanami insists, arching an eyebrow.

he shakes his head, stuttering, “she was feeling lonely, i guess. and we… did it.”

nanami’s chuckle rumbles inside his chest, “you know you can say you fucked her, right? i really don’t mind.”

“i just don’t want to discuss how i fucked your girlfriend, old man,” suguru snickers, lowering his voice progressively as you let out a whine in your sleep.

“you should,” kento responds, putting his head over his arms lazily, looking at suguru’s questioning face. “how would i know you’re really all that great, hum?”

geto smirks and shakes his head in disbelief, “i think you know how good i am by the way she was walking earlier, don’t you?”

“i do,” nanami says. “but i want you to tell me, suguru.”

he sighs, noticing that the man was serious about wanting him to explain the details, closing his eyes briefly and replaying the scenes that happened earlier.

“i got home and she was in bed,” he starts as nanami listens carefully. “reading the book you got her, she thought it was you walking into the room but when she noticed it was me she just… threw herself in my arms and cried.” suguru spoke, remembering how pretty you looked with tears in your eyes. “she said something about missing you and asked if i could make it go away. and i did. i mean, how could i tell her no? and when i thought she wanted me to fuck her she got on her knees in front of me, not caring that i was so fuckin’ sweaty and dirty, she just opened my pants and starting lickin’ my dick⏤fuck, i can’t do this right now, man.”

“keep going, suguru,” nanami insists, rolling to the side to face his right hand man.

suguru clenches his jaw when long and slender fingers find his leg, featherlight touches on the skin of his inner thigh as nanami drags his hand up, dangerously close to suguru’s crotch. 

“she⏤ fuck, she didn’t put me in her mouth right away, she spent some time licking and kissing my dick before trying to fit it in her mouth,” he explains, sucking on a breath when nanami touches the base of his dick.

“how did it feel, hum?” he asks. “i bet it felt amazing, didn’t it?” suguru rubs his face with his hand, pinching the place between his eyes in deep confusion and frustration, fighting the thoughts of giving himself into nanami’s dominance. his boss’s hand wraps around his soft cock, rubbing the head with his thumb. it felt so different from your soft and small hands that struggled to fully wrap around him, nanami’s hands are much bigger and rough. his movements are quick and precise in comparison to your timid demeanor, the older man knows exactly what he's doing and there’s no hesitation in his actions. 

“how did i feel, suguru? tell me.” 

he can’t help but thrust his hips into nanami’s hand, feeling his cock stiffening slowly with his touch. 

“it felt fuckin’ amazing,” he admits, looking away from his boss’s intense gaze. “she always feels so fuckin’ amazing i almost came as soon as she put me in her mouth.”

nanami grins in amusement, “of course, my little doll always does her best to make the people she loves happy.” the way geto moans and immediately bites his own arm to muffle his sounds catches kento’s attention. “perhaps, you both engaged in something far more interesting than just a blowjob, am i right?” nanami pumps his hand around suguru’s cock, his shaft already fully erect and throbbing with desire. “tell me, darling, did her tight little pussy also twitch and spasm around your dick? did it felt so incredible you also had the thought of staying inside her forever?” his toes curl and his teeth sink into the skin of his arm. “look at me, suguru.” he does, blurred vision by the tears that fill his eyes as nanami gives one more pump around his cock, sending suguru to the edge. “cum.” suguru lets himself go into his own desire, contradicting the insecurities and fear that screamed inside his head. 

he woke up later that night to smoke and didn’t hold himself from crying.

“fuckin’ mess.”

the black haired man grunts, walking through the room with his hands on his waist, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he wonders what’s the next step. nanami puts out his cigarette, sighing deeply.

“it’s temporary, boys,” he assures. “whoever did this just put a target on their own back, the entire city will be on their tail soon enough.”

“boss, don’t you think it’s better to get out of town for a while? at least until things get calmer?” fushiguro asks.

suguru glances at nanami, trying to decipher the look on the man’s face.

“we don't need to get ahead of ourselves, fushiguro.” he rests his back on the leather chair. “we’re safer here than anywhere else. we’ll stay.”

“are you out of your fucking mind?”

the air gets thick with tension quickly, both men gazing at each other intensely but silently.

nanami clears his throat, “warn the men to keep their eyes open tonight, fushiguro.”

the man gets up from where he was seated, looking at both of them before getting out of the room. nanami walks to the front of the table, leaning over it and crossing his arms. suguru doesn't quickly regrets contradicting his boss’s order, not feeling even slightly intimidated by his indecipherable expression and intense gaze but by the invisible and silent power he has over him. nevertheless, suguru keeps his chin up and chest puffed, mimicking nanami’s pose in an attempt to intimidate him.

“what is it, suguru?" he questions softly." if you're worried about our petal's safety know that she's a lot tougher than you think she is."

he scoffs, "that won't stop a bullet from getting through her skull, will it?" suguru blurts out, sighing in frustration when nanami doesn't change his expression. "someone just exploded a truck full of our packages, nanami. it's only a matter of time until they explode one of our cars or this fuckin' house," he breaths deeply in an attempt to calm his erratic breath. "we can replace drugs and weapons, nanami. but i can't replace you or her and i won't forgive myself if something happens to any of you." 

nanami nods comprehensively, getting closer to suguru so he can reach for his hand, putting it against his warm cheek. suguru parts his lips as he gazes deeply into nanami’s eyes, dark pupils that could hide so many secrets and desires. it’s hard for the man to not let his heart ache when kento looks at him like that, in some way it feels like the kind of look he only gives you, his angel, his life. something inside suguru tells him he should feel grateful for being able to receive such a look from nanami, but he still can’t bring himself to understand why he’d stare at him like that. he should only be capable of looking at you like that, someone who cured his deepest scars and brought back his softness and laughter, someone who nanami could find comfort in. suguru could never give kento any of that, the sweetness and the embrace he craved for. you're one of those people who deserve to experience love to its limits, still, suguru couldn't accept that he also deserved to love you. 

the ghosts from his past are too real and the scars are too deep; suguru is not collected and calm like nanami, he's not soft spoken and affectionate. he's hot-headed, blunt and impulsive. and yet, somehow, he found himself being so utterly devoted and loved by the two people who were his complete opposites. 

“what’s in your mind, dear?” 

suguru blinks, thumb caressing nanami’s cheek as he gets closer to his face, lips barely touching. his nose bumps against the man’s nose before kissing him, awakening the aching spot inside his chest that longed for relief. 

that night, you had wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him while nanami undressed you. suguru missed the nights he spent dreaming about you and not being able to touch you, because he’s sure that getting your warm and soft skin so close to him turned him into a mad man, drunk in your scent and addicted to the angelic aura that surrounded you. he didn’t wish you to call him “daddy” like you call nanami, listening to his name dancing in your tongue as he licks and sucks the sweet juices from your cunt is enough, he can die a happy man when you tell him how good he's making you feel. 

there’s no need to explain what he feels or why, it’s like you and kento already knew what he craved for. nanami kisses you passionately, swallowing the pretty moans that come out of your mouth, suguru’s tongue lapping at your wet pussy with impatience and hunger, his roughness making your legs shake violently. he lifts his head from between your legs, your arousal and his spit dripping down his chin to which nanami is glad to lick away from his face, crashing his lips into the man’s mouth.

suguru didn’t cry that night.

your eyes were puffy and red when he first saw you.

your arms hugged your own body in an attempt to calm your own cries down, body trembling as the cold air of the mansion’s garden surrounded your bare legs and arms. suguru frowns when you lift your eyes to gaze at him, warm and dark eyes are blurry from all the tears that are falling non stop. his hand reaches for the gun hidden in his holster, staring you from head to toe as you let out another gasp for air as you sob.

suguru expected anything when he heard that the main gate was open and that there was someone at the garden of one the most infamous men in town. he certainly didn’t expect to find a crying young woman.

“what are you doing here?” he asks, a careful and hesitant finger on the trigger. he watches as you swallow hard, body trembling like you’re a little bunny startled by something. he only then notices the thin line of blood dripping from your knee, the skin of your leg was slightly scratched and swollen. suguru sighs when you don’t respond, lifting his hand and pointing the gun in your direction. strangely enough, you don’t react to his sudden movement, keeping your eyes glued on him. “who the fuck are you?”

the way you kept gazing at him with such deep confusion and sweetness infuriated him, the impetuous man tilting his head and licking his lips nervously, aiming the gun on your forehead.

“put the gun down, geto.” suguru doesn’t need to look to the side to know it's nanami, taking a few seconds before lowering his arm, putting his gun in the holster. your eyes soften as kento makes his way in your direction, grabbing your hand gently and placing his own over yours reassuringly. “you’re safe now, little petal. my men will take care of the person who did this.” you nod, sniffing your tears away. “now, let’s take care of your bruises, shall we?”

suguru watches as nanami guides you into the mansion with his hand on your lower back, he quickly realizes you’ve been robbed by your lack of purse or cell phone, the person who did that, not content with stealing your backpack, also pushed you against the rough asphalt, causing your elbows and knees to get bruised. even in your vulnerable state, you must be dumb or incredibly naive to enter the house of someone you just met, let alone allow nanami to clean your bruises and put a band-aid over them, smiling sweetly when he offers you some juice and snacks.

suguru watches intently as you and nanami chat on the balcony, his dad jokes and lighthearted compliments making you giggle. it must be some kind of magic or spell, you must be a witch trying to pull nanami into your web, anesthetizing his senses and turning him into a weak man.

geto hates weak men.

so he doesn’t look in your direction when you ask him what he wants after he knocked on the door of nanami’s room to find you wearing the thinnest piece of fabric he’s ever seen, pink satin babydoll making your skin glow under the yellow lights of the room. he frowns and bites his tongue hard, a metallic taste filling his mouth.

he had encountered you through the corridors of the mansion many times wearing the same garments, sometimes even nothing more than nanami’s button up shirt, walking to the kitchen and getting yourself some ice cream. you don’t see him sitting in the armchair, completely hidden in the darkness of the room as you eat your dessert.

that’s what you wanted from nanami? ice cream? he expected more from you; he hoped he’d wake up by the sound of the alarms announcing that you stole some of nanami’s jewelry and money and ran away driving one his sport cars.

but the truth was horrifyingly more painful than the thought of letting a little minx like you in their lives who only wanted to steal from them. the truth was that nanami and you were slowly falling in love with each other. 

it took him two or three months until he first heard it at the other side of the door.

“please, daddy…” you breathe, suguru hears something falling on the floor and a low groan. hesitantly, he opens the door just enough to stick his head inside, the low lights hiding his presence as nanami kisses the inside of your thighs lovingly, your body beautifully lying on his office table with your legs open. suguru sucks on a breath but can’t stop himself from looking at you, the thin straps of your babydoll were completely tugged down to expose your full breasts, sensitive nipples being pinched by nanami’s skilled hands.

you let out a long whine when the blonde man dives into your pussy, eating you out under the weak light coming from the table lamp. nanami’s hands run through your body curiously, caressing your soft skin and squeezing your boobs, groaning into your wet pussy. suguru watches as his boss gets up from the chair and pulls you up to kiss you, his hand on your hair as the other one unzips his trousers desperately. geto feels his own cock stiffening at the scene happening before his eyes, nanami fills you up with one quick thrust, smirking at the pitiful little whine you let out.

“shit, my sweet girl feels so good.” his hand wraps around your pretty neck as he thrusts his hips into you slowly, nanami holds eye contact long enough to make you feel shy but you can’t deny the way your walls clench around his cock. “i’ve wanted to do this for such a long time,” he closes his eyes, inhaling the sweet scent in your neck, holding your waist like you could break at any moment. your legs wrap around him, pulling him in your direction so his cock is settled as deep as possible. 

nanami feels drunk, drinking from the sweet moans and pleas that fall from your pretty lips. he feels high by the way you grip his shoulders and ask him to fuck you harder, his fingers rubbing your clit quickly but precisely, ripping a loud moan from you that ring through his ears. nanami lays you on the table again, watching the way your tight pussy swallows his cock like it was meant to be.

suguru prefers to believe it was just a dream, that you didn’t whimper so sweetly that caused him to palm his own cock frustratedly that night. he prefers to believe you didn’t throw your head over the edge of the table and look him directly in the eyes after cumming.

geto tries to act like you’re insignificant for the rest of that month until nanami has to get out of town quickly to deal with a smaller gang that was reselling their weapons for lower prices, causing a problem that made nanami to get up from his bed without telling you anything and leaving suguru to keep his eyes on you.

as he expected, you didn’t like that even one bit.

you’re trying to call his phone when suguru enters the room.

“he'll be back soon,” he warns and watches as you ignore him, texting nanami for the millionth time that day. "he won't reply, he must be driving back."

you finally give up after a few minutes, throwing your body on the bed dramatically, your body bounces as the last rays of sunshine that enter through the window  bathe your skin, honey and sugar dripping from your eyes as you look at the man standing by the door. you lift yourself on your elbows, the straps of your sundress falling off your shoulders.

“what’s the matter with you?” you ask, tilting your head and running your eyes through his body, noticing the way suguru crosses his arms making his muscles look even more appealing. “are you nanami’s guard dog or somethin’?”

he frowns at that, licking his lips to hide a smile. 

“i’m a friend, just a friend,” he states. “are you nanami’s slut or something?”

you blink at the sudden question, arching your eyebrow and smirking. 

“if i was, would that bother you?”

suguru walks towards your splayed body on the bed, hands inside his pockets as he looks down at you, your chest goes up and down with your rapid breath. slowly, suguru hovers over you, big arms caging you within his frightening presence.

“i know what you are,” he spoke, eyes watching the very little details of your face, his long dark hair falling by the sides of his face like curtains. “or do you think your silly disguise as an innocent and stupid girl would last long?” he provokes, heat rising in his body when you grin. “it’s only a matter of time until nanami sees it too.”

you click your tongue, “i really get in your nerves, don’t i, suguru?” the way you say his name makes him hold his breath. “are you jealous? do you wish it was you between my legs?” you tease, your sweet voice crashing with your provoking words. suguru scoffs, opening his mouth to reply but stopping when you put your hands on his chest. “or maybe you wanted to be me? you wanted to be me when daddy was fuc⏤” 

his hand moves quicker than his mind, wrapping it around your throat and making you whine. he doesn’t squeeze it but keeps you in place, your eyes darkening as his face moves closer.

“don't you fuckin' play with me, little whore.” he grunts, gritting his teeth at you.

the teasing smile is replaced by your parted lips and a small frown of your eyebrows, your eyes staring at his lips before he crashes his lips into you. teeth and tongue, desperation and nervousness dancing through the tension that was built for so many months in quick glances and provocations from both parts. 

“suguru⏤ah!” you exclaim, his much bigger hands squeezing every single part of your body, turning you around and dipping his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass and thighs, his face is pressed on your neck in the blink of an eye. he delivers a hard slap on your bottom with no hesitation, listening to the way you scream in protest.

“not so tough now, hum?” he provokes, hand running up your thigh and finding the delicate fabric of your panties under your dress. “beg for it.” you grunt, trying to move your head but his grip on your neck pressing your face against the mattress stops you from doing so. he smirks when you don’t respond, curious fingers squeezing your ass. “maybe nanami is right for keeping you close,” he comments, licking his lips at the vision of your clothed pussy. “i bet this little cunt is so tight it got that old man acting all stupid, am i right?” he scoffs.

“he⏤” you start, grunting when his fingers rub against your core. “he loves me, you asshole!”

suguru chuckles, tugging your laced panties to the side and exposing your soft puffy lips, his index fingers pressed in between your labia and separate them, allowing him to see your clenching hole. you squirm under him, biting your lip at the way he’s not even bothered by that, easily holding you down with just one hand. you’re simply a small creature he got in his trap, having nowhere to run or to whom to call. and if you’re honest, you don’t want him to stop.

“beg for it.” he repeats, taking off his belt and unzipping his pants. 

you groan, “fuck you.”

suguru smirks, having way too much fun with your stubborn ass. he pulls you to the edge of the bed roughly and yanks your hips up, parting your legs so he can press his crotch on your core. your eyes are wide at the feeling of his thick cock touching you, you can barely see it due to the angle but it still makes you whimper. 

“beg for it, c’mon,” he insists, tugging his boxers down and rubbing the pink and leaking head on your pussy, the friction against your clit makes you jolt. “i know how much you want my cock since the first time you saw me.” suguru spreads your cheeks apart, watching the way your juices coat the head of his shaft. “now i want you to cry just like that, baby. you’ll cry like a good little whore on my cock, do you understand?”

you moan frustratedly, “fuck, suguru! just fuck me already, please!”

the man smirks, “that’s my girl.”

the animalist groan he lets out fills the room, sliding his cock into your tight pussy and watching it as it stretches your walls. your eyes fill with tears at his desperate thrusts, hips giving up as he presses your body down, his weight almost suffocating you at the process. suguru’s mind drowns in his own pleasure, his brain being dominated by your scent and skin, closing his eyes at the feeling of your cunt clenching around his dick so tightly he feels lightheaded. 

“oh my⏤shit, suguru!” your mouth is quickly filled by his fingers, you drool and bite down at his digits. his hand tangles in your hair, pulling it backwards so he can kiss your lips again, melting under the taste of your mouth.

suguru finds himself almost cumming when his gaze locks with another pair of dark eyes by the door, the smoke of the cigarette coming out his nostrils and mouth as he watches his right hand man biting down your shoulder. he sips on his whiskey glass, smirking when you grip the sheets and beg suguru to let you cum.

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If ever a man was deserving of a blow job it’s Joel Miller

A/N: joel x f!reader. blow job duh.

He comes home at odd hours and sometimes he doesn’t come home at all. It’s not even your place–it’s his. His shitty room with four walls and a peach couch sprouting stuffing. It’s not a Joel couch. He probably would have had a La-Z-Boy. 

You wait. You wait and listen to the radio. Get really well acquainted with the 80’s catalogue. You're his ears when he’s gone. It really isn’t a job, but it’s the small things you can do for him.

***

“Move over,” he mutters in a low voice. It’s the middle of the night, his hands are cold as he pushes you to the edge of the mattress. You’re an inch from rolling off before his strong arms wrap around your waist and haul you back to his chest. 

“How was today?”

“Shitty.”

“Did you eat?”

He mumbles something noncommital into your hair and squeezes you, sealing you to his front to leach your warmth.

You trace his scars that drag across his forearm. You prod the dry skin, sunspots and freckles. His mouth is nearly latched to the nape of your neck, his breath puffing evenly. He’s exhausted, which isn’t a surprise. He works day in and day out in addition to all the illegal shit he’s running. 

He’s always running. 

***

In the morning, you push him onto his back. The sun filters through his windows, spouting through moth-eaten curtains. There are dust motes in the air. The smell of dirt and Joel, which is something like sawdust and gunpowder. Wood finish. The interior of an old car. He grunts when you slide between his legs, docile because he's still threaded with grogginess. He slept in his clothes, and you take care as you gingerly remove them. 

He does peek one eye at you to make sure you aren’t some creep who’s slipped into his room to take advantage.

"It's me," you grin, and he blinks before shutting his eyes again. Typical.

You like to study him like this. He’s ruddy and baked from the sun. He’s all scrapes and silver-dark hair and his middle is soft from age. He's unnaturally strong, but some parts of him just don't tighten anymore.

Your gaze flickers from his face to the sparse hairs at his chest and then to his groin. You touch his cock, skating your nails over the shaft. It twitches, hardens almost immediately. You lower your head and take him into your mouth.

Joel stiffens, jerks a little as his knees come up and his hand flies to your scalp. “What’re you–”

You release him for a moment. “Relax, baby. Let me do this for you.”

His eyes are still foggy and unfocused, his brow furrowed so deep it might crack his skin. He’s so serious all the fucking time and you’d wish he’d just unknot himself for once. Loose the strings that bind him so painfully to his past.

You settle onto your knees before you wrap your lips around his cock, swallowing him down until the head hits the back of your throat. You gag, drool bunching around your gums as you clench the inner walls of your mouth. 

He does not expect that because he arches.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Jesus–honey–”

You place one hand on his belly and the other at his balls. You tug them, massage their weight just as you draw back enough to dip your tongue into the slit at the tip of his cock. A rumble burns through his chest. The hand on your head tightens. 

You hollow your cheeks and utilize a deliberate suction. After fucking Joel for months, you understand the things he likes: roughness, a dash of pain, and the promise of filth. You ease off before you return with a vengeance. You gently scrape your teeth along the frenulum, soothing the graze with a lick. It’s a sloppy blow job for sure, but that’s what he needs. His brown eyes stay locked on your own, his pink tongue sweeps over his lower lip as his hips buck against your chin. A muscle in his jaw spasms and his heels are digging into the mattress. He looks incredibly young as if you're seeing a Joel invigorated with his old youth because you're sucking him off like a porn star.

“You’re fucked,” he groans, head tipping back as he shudders through another round of you playing with his balls while deep throating him. “You’re so so fucked, sweetheart.”

You watch his belly tense, the tendons in his arms and throat snap to attention as you escalate the pressure, gag a little louder, stroke him faster while he stares at you with incredulity. 

You? This? Where the fuck did you learn how to suck dick like that?

“Shit,” he hisses as you feel him swell, his cock is pulsing in your mouth and against your palm like a living thing. His fingernails are scratching beneath your hair. He’s breaking….

And then he does.

He goes all stiff and hot before you feel the warm rush of his spend salt your tongue and throat. You nearly choke on it before you pull away, hand subtly pressed to your lips. You try and leave the bed, but he's already sitting up on his knees. His cock red and hanging between his legs, all flushed and wet with your spit. 

“You’re dead, girl,” he husks as he beckons you toward him. “Get back on here and turn the fuck around.”

He’s kind of smiling.

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the thing about when zionists ask you if "israel has a right to defend itself" is it's no different from someone asking "did you stop beating your wife yet" or the schoolyard bully asking "does your mom know you're gay". to answer yes OR no is to accept a false premise. asking if israel has the right to self defense is like asking if it has the right to time travel or the right to breed unicorns. in all three cases you're being asked about something that doesn't exist

if i break into your house and say it's mine now, and beat you up and lock you in a closet, do i have the right to "defend myself" against you fighting back? the answer is that nothing i do constitutes self-defense by definition. israel is the attacker, it is the invader, it is on the offensive, and anything it does to the palestinian people is part of that offensive. invaders always try to cry self-defense against the resistance to the invasion, but the only party in this situation whose actions can possibly be self-defense is palestine

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