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pm dazai and pm chuuya who constantly fight each other for readers attention... but then someone hurts reader and all of a sudden they work together so seamlessly to kill the mf who dared to touch you (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

ⵌ YOU'RE QUITE THE SAME IF LOVE'S THE GAIN

SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT PM!Dazai Osamu + PM!Chuuya Nakahara (BSD) CONTENTS jealousy, reader+chuuya+dazai are 16/17, reader is an heiress, hostage situation, fluff n cute!! (implied) torture, worried chuuya NOTE This wasn't the department you specialised in. You wanted to manage finances, and while Mori was more than happy to grant you the role - Dazai would nag for you to join him and Chuuya on missions that didn't concern you in the slightest. There's only so much patience one can have. COMPANY Tangled Up

A/N THI S WA S RLL Y C UT E !! sorr y this one was l ate ;//; i hav e a scho o l trip tmrw ^^// maybe i'l l t ry sm ut nex t ... i have a l ot of good re qs i ho pe i ca n ge t throu gh the m a ll ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

Missions with Dazai and Chuuya always resulted in a thrilling adventure. There was never a time you'd look back on a mission you'd had with both and say to yourself, 'that was a bummer.'

You weren't supposed to work alongside them. Within the Port Mafia, Dazai and Chuuya were always to be assigned missions that were too dangerous for someone ordinary.

And, you? Well.

You possessed no ability. Your purpose in the Port Mafia was your background - your status.

Heiress to your father's wealth in your homeland of France, your parents were part of a certain elite group that made you a walking target should you venture without protection.

That is why you were always thrown as the bait.

With all respects to Dazai, that is, who introduced to Mori the idea of having you be the helpless, dumb damsel skipping merrily into danger.

You weren't happy about this arrangement and that was made clear by your sulking.

" Oh, look at me, I am an unattended woman. "

You sluggishly wandered around the dark halls of the abandoned facility, your voice just barely loud enough for the walls to echo your sarcastic jokes.

" This is serioouuuss! " The earpiece cleverly hidden in your ear crackled into life, you knew the voice belonged to Dazai. " Been chasing this guy for ages now, I think he's got some sort of phasing ability. He might appear outta no where, but Chuuya's trailing behind you, so don't worry. "

As if it could ease your nerves, it only made you regret agreeing to this further. " Great. I'm comforted. " You replied in a snarky manner.

You were dressed in lavish clothing that not even your pompous, arrogant mother would ever think of wearing. You seemed to have a distaste for reminders of the generational wealth you possess and opt to distance yourself from a 'royal' life. It proved impossible when it was the only thing that allowed you to maintain a job in the Port Mafia.

The gloomy and cold atmosphere left you hugging yourself for warmth as you traversed through complicated corridors. Although your earpiece was not connected to Chuuya's, you worried that you were walking off-course and/or Chuuya knew where you are meant to go, but could not blow his cover to correct your stupid mistakes.

Chuuya did a pretty good job at staying hidden. You could not hear a thing other than the clacking of your heels against metal flooring. " Ohh.. I'm so scared. " You pitched your voice higher, this being your best shot at luring out whoever it is the PM were after. You weren't taking this seriously, that was clear to both Dazai and Chuuya.

This wasn't the first mission you three were together, there were a few others that you'd two go through but this was the first time you were thrown a seal to a shark.

Dazai was elsewhere in the building, you weren't sure where and he gave no information when asked. With the affirmation Chuuya had your back, you knew that there was nothing to fear.

You would have appreciated some communication on his end though. You figured it must be his unnatural shyness towards you that made it hard for him to be too forward.

You easily noticed how his behaviour would change around you. And with Dazai around? Oh, boy.

Even if you could be a little air-headed sometimes, you weren't dumb to the hints in front of you.

From the day you were rescued from captivity - a story for another day - Chuuya stood out. You find it funny how he'd be unable to face you for more than a minute before looking away hurriedly. It sprung your new-found hobby of teasing Chuuya whenever you could. Of course Dazai picked up on it pretty soon after too and Chuuya has not known peace since. You couldn't help it! You weren't to blame! You giggled to yourself reminding yourself of Chuuya's little crush, fingers intertwined behind your back loosely, your back straightening from its previous hunched-over stance.

Feeling sudden confidence surge through your veins with the recollection of memories with Chuuya, you were just about to turn on your heel to address the gravity manipulator until a hand grabbed you from behind - before you had the chance to see who it was, you felt cold metal press against your temple that made you freeze up.

In front of you, Chuuya had finally revealed himself, but he too was stood as still as stone.

" Kill me 'n the girl goes too. "

They have never let it get THIS bad. Not ever have you ever even been in the hold or this close to an enemy, and here you were at gunpoint, something that was not planned.

You didn't dare break eye contact from Chuuya. This might just be your final moment. With great trust in Chuuya and Dazai's ability, you weren't sure how they'd proceed with this.

Chuuya might end up being the last thing you see. The look of fear on his face too didn't ease your nerves. They were not in the position to bargain. And funnily enough, you blamed yourself for this.

" Fine, yeah. Let her go. " Chuuya stood up from his mid-offensive position and dropped whatever weapon he had. A gun and a small knife for close-combat, he raised his arms above his head to firmly show his surrender. The hand that was previously on your lower hip raised to roughly cover your mouth, a gloved palm shoving itself in your face and that broke you down immediately. Fear took over and your knees went weak with pure fright, yet the man behind you had his fingers digging into the flesh of your cheek with such a harsh grab that it kept you standing up-right, the barrel of the gun pressing in deeper to your skull, sure to leave indents - that is if you weren't just shot dead. Then an indent would be the less of your worries.

With your back pressed against the chest of the stranger, you could feel the vibration of his confident voice as he spoke loudly, " Don't take me for a fool, Nakahara. You could easily use that ability of yours. " And that was true. You actually forgot about Chuuya's ability. Your mind was too foggy at the moment.

It was the first time you saw Chuuya Nakahara look uncertain in whether this mission would end well or not. He smiled insecurely as he let out a gruff exhale, " Wouldn't do that if I wanted her to live, yeah? Now let her go. "

Even if he kept grinning, you could see how the sweat dripped from his face even through your own teary eyes. With the palm pressing over your mouth and nose, it was difficult to breathe and steady your heart that was already beating fast enough as it is.

" Hmm.. " The gun was lowered slowly, caressing down your cheek and to your chest before being positioned at the pit of your stomach, " But do I really wanna? "

You began to squeal in protest, unable to accept your helplessness but it seemed someone else did your job of retaliation for you.

In the blink of an eye, the man holding you captive fell backwards and consequentially dragged you down with him but ended up tripping you up a bit further. You fell with your head banging on the hard floor, your captors hand slipping from your mouth and allowing you to briefly ‎gasp for air. The clattering of a gun was heard somewhere yet you were too dazed to properly do anything at this point.

The last thing you remember was the feeling of being raised from your underarms and distant shouting.

" -as if she'd be able to do-"

" No, you shut up! You could've done something easily. "

" It was your idea to use her as a fuckin' pawn, don't twist this. "

" Uhh! I'm sowwy~! I thought Chuuya Naka-fucking-hara had some balls to intercept~! "

" Zip it! She's waking up! "

Groggily, you stared at the two of them, sitting opposite each-other on the end of your bed. Judging by the bright white, you were most likely in the infirmary.

Chuuya was the first to lean in, he must have not noticed his hand coming to rest over yours which were folded nearly over your stomach. He had hope in his eyes, contrasting with the emotion you last remember them in. " Y/N? " He called out to you, taking a glimpse at the steady heart monitor.

Testing your voice, you let out a low hum before croaking out a meek, " Heya. "

Dazai was the first to break a laugh at your first words. His and Chuuya's eyes were soft.

" Don't look cute, I'm pissed at you both. " You huffed, turning your head to the side, avoiding them both.

Chuuya held your hand a little tighter, he understood if you decided to be unhappy with him. " Sorry, Y/N. I really fucked that up. Shit, I just didn't know what to do. " He explained himself with such compassion you were urged to look at him again. " I guess I discovered seein' you like that. Uh. In trouble and stuff, makes me seize up badly. "

From the corner of your eye you saw Dazai huff before standing up, but Chuuya held onto your attention as he continued speaking tenderly to you, " I thought that this loser would have planned a set-up and knew that was gonna happen but. It took too long. I realised last second he didn't plan shit. "

" Hey! Don't be so rude, Chuuya~ Besides, if it weren't for me, precious princess would've been shot. " You saw Dazai reach into his back pocket for something you couldn't quite recognise yet.

" Oh, that was you, Dazai? " You asked, alluding to the sudden drop during the action. " Yuup~ And y'know what the best part is? "

You quirked a brow and stole a shared glance from Chuuya. Dazai was unexpectable.

" Since me and Chuuya are so nice.. "

So Chuuya was in on this too?

Dazai paused his sentence and hummed in a baby-ish voice. " Kill me and the girl goes too! " He mocked, earning him an earnest giggle from you. " That wasn't funny, Dazai! I was scared! " You retorted, but still couldn't wipe that smile off of your face.

" Sorry, sorry. But, like he wanted, he's not dead. "

Dazai held the object he had pulled out in front of him. Bloodied priars.

" Technically death caused by unattended injuries is not 'killing him' on MY end, isn't that right, Chuuya? "

Chuuya nod his head before you.

They have that man locked in a fucking basement.

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" LEMME HIT YOU WITH THAT DUMB DICK ! "

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — dazai, chuuya, jouno (+ tecchou), oda, sigma x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — [n]sfw content, somnophilia, these are random scenarios ok don't come at me, degradation, humiliation, doggystyle, rough, getting caught, pussy slapping, s.ex at work, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, piv, unprotected s.ex (be careful babes), praise, creampie + etc • this was originally supposed to be their fav places to fuck but i had to scrap that bc i lost motivation :') anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! not proofread soz babes

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⁰¹ 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 — fucking you in a storage room of the agency

This man is a sex fiend, so of course he would love to fuck you literally anywhere anytime. Though he can't lie, being balls deep in your juicy little cunt at work — risking both of your dignities and possibly your jobs has him harder than a fucking rock.

"Osamu— what if we g-get caugh— mmh-!" you let out a muffled moan as dazai delivered a particularly harsh thrust into your cunt, effectively shutting you up. "Relaaaax, sweet thing — almost no one c-comes here — fuck, you're so damn tight," Dazai panted into your ear, hot breath making a chill run down your spine — back arching even further against his chest.

"God, you're so good f'me — so warm 'n right, fuck!" each word was rushed, dripping with lust — the desperation in his voice made you wanna look at his pretty face, pussy clenching just from imagining how good he'd look with his hair disheveled — his usual doe eyes narrowed and a deep blush covering his skin, sweat dripping down his forehead and making his hair stick to his forehead —

Your train of thought got cut off abruptly when Dazai slapped his hand over your mouth, before his hushed voice reached your ears, "shh, stay still f'me, sweetheart."

You were about to question it when you heard the president's voice from just behind the door. The door of the room you were currently getting your back blown out in.

"Yes, I keep hearing strange noises from this one room in particular," you heard fukuzawa's muffled voice — the thought of your boss catching you in the act made your pussy flutter around Dazai’s length, making the brunette grunt in response.

"Are you trying to get us caught, darl'?" Dazai hissed into your ear — oops, you unintentionally clenched down again upon hearing the keys jingle from the other side of the door. Luckily Dazai was ready for it this time, and managed to bite down on your shoulder before he could get a sound out.

"W-what do we do, 'samu? He’s gonna come in!" you whisper-yelled, panic settling in your bones when you saw the doorknob rattle — but before he could unlock the door fully, you heard the high pitched voice of another worker, "president! an important client has come to personally see you."

"Hm, alright. looks like i'll have to tell someone else to take a look in this room later. Let’s go,"

You let out a breath of relief once the footsteps faded away, leaving you both in complete silence until dazai decided to speak up —

"You clenched reaaal hard when he was about to open the door — don't tell me you actually wanted us to get caught, did you, naughty girl?"

⁰² 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 — having you suck him off in his office

Chuuya's job as an executive of the mafia is stressful, to say the least. Not to mention some of the idiotic workers not doing their job right never fails to make his blood pressure go especially high — his anger issues doesn't help his case at all. But what does help is his sweet sweet girlfriend giving him some... 'under the table service' at work.

Chuuya's fist slammed against the hardwood desk, a loud 'thwack!' echoing in the room,

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" he sneered at the poor man in front of him — who couldn't help but flinch at seeing his boss so angry at him failing to complete a simple report.

Truth be told, Chuuya wasn’t really that mad at the worker, for the report at least — he was just.. super on edge from you deep-throating his cock under the goddamn table. He struggled to think properly, and the poor worker interrupting his private moment with you really ticked him off. Can you really blame him though?

How could he think straight with your skilled tongue swirling around his glossy tip so sinfully — fucking tease. Oh and the way you peered up at him through lowered lashes, your eyes glazed with a dreamy haze.

It all made his head spin like crazy.

“-ir, I can re-do it if you would like me to..” Chuuya’s train of thought unfortunate got cut off short, blue eyes snapping back to the man before him — right, the report.

“A-ahem — alright. Have it finished by 6 pm.”

Chuuya hated the way his voice cracked, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands as he tried not to moan out loud when you fully took him nose deep in that right, sweet little throat— shamelessly rutting your hips into his crazy expensive slacks, rubbing your juices all over the smooth, polished material.

You felt Chuuya’s fingers entangle themselves in your hair immediately after hearing the ‘click’ of the door shutting — the guy must’ve finally left.

You couldn’t help but gasp as you were pulled up from the cold, hard floor — and being shoved onto the desk instead.

You felt your pussy throb in your lacy panties as Chuuya spread your legs open — two fingers pressing and prodding at your cunt before sliding the flimsy material to the side,

“Now, let’s get into the real fun, shall we darl’?”

⁰³ 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐎 — teaching tecchou how to eat you out properly

Jouno was a good friend. Even though he might've had a tendency to be a little harsh and.. sadistic at times, he wasn't a bad person. I mean, he had to be atleast a decent person for teaching his inexperienced co-worker how to eat pussy — specifically, his own girlfriend's.

"No, not like that you fucking idiot —" Jouno grumbled, pulling Tecchou's head off of your cunt as he blinked in confusion like a lost puppy, sticky strings of your arousal still attached to his lips. "What do you mean? She's clearly enjoying it.."

"I mean that you can do better. You do want to make her feel fuckin' amazing, don't you?" Jouno raised a questioning brow. "Well, of cour—" "Then start acting like it."

A gasp left your honeyed lips when Tecchou's face was pushed back against your cunt — hot tongue working with even more fervor as he ate you out like he had been starving for days.

"Oh fuck — feels so g-good, sai," you whimpered out — head thrown back and your tongue threatening to loll out from the sheer pleasure the man between your legs was giving you. "Yeah, baby? Feels good when Tecchou eats that sweet cunt out reaaaaal good, huh?" Jouno's tone was condescending — his lips curled up into a cocky smirk.

“Y’smell so sweet - taste so sweet -” Tecchou's voice was low and dripping with need — your pussy throbbed from just how desperate he sounded.

"A-ah shit - can feel you throbbin' on my tongue, princess —" he groaned, tongue flattening against your clit as he shook his head side to side.

You babbled out Jouno’s name like a prayer — all while the man between your legs worshipped your cunt like it was his god, pink tongue repeatedly flicking your clit, making you see stars as your hole stretched around two of his slim fingers.

“Please — wanna c-cum s’ba- mmh!- ,” you let out a strangled noise as a harsh slap landed on your soaked pussy, clit throbbing as you threw your head back once more. “Fuckin’ slut, so damn eager to cum on another man’s tongue in front of your boyfriend, hmm?”

“Don’t — ah fuck, squeezin’ so tight ‘round my fingers, baby - don’t be so mean, Jouno,” Tecchou threw a side glare to the man next to him, which only earned a shrug from said man, “quit talking and enjoy the meal, dumbass. She’s close.”

And enjoy the meal he did — lapping up every single drop of your sweet juices so enthusiastically you’d think that he hadn’t eaten in days.

⁰⁴ 𝐎𝐃𝐀 — morning sex with him

Mornings with your husband, Oda Sakunosuke, were sweet, blissful and filled with love. Sometimes he'd surprise you with breakfast in bed, it's the least he can do considering everything that you do for him, is what he says. But sometimes — you crave him instead of the delicious food.

“My pretty girl,” Oda smiled sleepily, moving some of your hair out of your face to admire your effortless beauty — blissfully unaware to how his deep morning voice made your heart flutter in your chest, and your pussy throb with need.

You grinned back, scooting closer into his arms as you gazed into his deep brown eyes, “pretty enough to fuck?”

Oda raised a questioning eyebrow, full lips curling into a grin, "oh? that's the game we're playing, love?" Strong arms wrapped around your bare figure, the marks of last night still fresh on your skin — a reminder to how he fucked you dumb on his cock only a few hours prior.

You felt your face burn from the memories of last night rushing back into you — god, you two were insatiable - you're sure Oda fucked you in every single position in the book, and it did nothing but make you crave him more.

"Still with me, darling?" he lightly tapped your cheek, snapping you back to the present. You nodded, a gasp falling from your lips as big, calloused hands found themselves groping at your tits, pinching at your cute nipples as he pressed open mouthed kisses on your neck — his stubble tickling the sensitive skin there.

"O-oda—"

"shhh, baby — lemme do all the work, yeah?"

And that's how you ended up with your face pressed into the pillows — silken bedsheets tangled around your bodies as Oda fucked his fat girth into your sopping cunt nice 'n deep.

A large hand was pressing your back into the meanest arch ever — strong hips slamming against the fat of your plush ass with each deep thrust, thick mushroom tip prodding at your g-spot - making you bleat out your husband's name pitifully. Oda only pushed your head deeper into the soft pillows — clearly too lost in the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him.

He watched his cock slipped in and out of your pussy so easily — your slick covering his balls down to his thighs. Oda groaned deeply in his throat as he watched a creamy ring form around the base of his cock — your cunt sucking him in so eagerly that he almost thought it hurt for you to let him go.

You let out a particularly loud moan as Oda's cock hit that one spot in you — you could only bite down on the pillow as your eyes shut closed, pussy slobbering shamelessly all over his length.

"Oh? Did you like— argh! - t-that spot, sweet girl?"

⁰⁵ 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 — fucking you in your sleep

Sigma was a busy man — with running the sky casino and being part of the decay of angels didn't leave too much alone time with just him and you — especially for some.. intimacy. You knew he needed to relieve himself someway — all that workload while being pent up as fuck certainly wasn't good for him. Plus, you have been craving him as well.. so you came up with an easy solution.

The door to your shared bedroom clicked open — your beloved boyfriend, Sigma, letting himself in as his eyes racked over the entire room, searching for anything out of the ordinary — you did tell him that you had a surprise for him, after all.

Upon finding nothing, he stalked over to the bed, confusion lacing his features as he glanced over at your sleeping form. Slender hands slowly slipped the soft blanket off of you and oh —

It all clicked suddenly.

The lavender coloured lace suited your complexion so perfectly, the expensive material hugging your features like it was made for you. Sigma gulped, eyes fixating on the way your tits were practically spilling out of the flimsy fabric — your stiff nipples very much visible to his hungry gaze.

It wasn't long before he had his face buried between your plush thighs — Sigma was so desperate, not even bothering to take the lingerie off your body. Besides, why would he when you just looked way too good in it?

He was practically eating you out through the thin lace — nose bumping against your clothed clit as his tongue tried to push deeper into your cunt. You had him in a chokehold — but he couldn't care less.

Sigma's slim hips were rutting into the expensive sheets — precum leaking from his sensitive tip as he tried his best not to cum untouched just from tasting your sweet pussy, but fuck, you were making it so hard for him.

He felt his cock throb in his pants when you started letting out soft moans and sighs in your sleep — or were you even asleep anymore? He didn't know and neither did he care — mind too focused on making you cum on his pretty face.

"ohh s-shit — best surprise - sluurrp - e-ever—" he whined into your cunt, spitting directly into your sticky hole before slurping it all back up.

Safe to say, he definitely enjoyed your little surprise.

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 . . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 BAD INFLUENCE, PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME ; an osamu dazai fic. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . nope, sorry, no part two will be there.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, troublemaker!dazai, richboy!dazai, nsfw, public sex, getting caught, dazai has a choking kink, food play, dry humping, going in rough, begging, dazai is a tease, needy!reader, needy!dazai, desperate!dazai, desperate!reader and that's all i remember.

there aren't 'two kinds' of people in the world to be frank. sure, the ideal includes having two different personalities which are a contrast to each other but those were the foundation upon which many branches were created from.

the 'good' and 'evil' are just the original trunks through which many branches sprouted -- all different in some way and similar in other ways.

the leaves of the branches stick together and that is what's normally referred to as a 'clique'.

dazai knows you and him are different people but he can't help but return the smile you offer him as he waves dismissively at the professor who is screaming at him for entering the class after fifteen minutes since it's start.

the brunette thinks the professor should be glad that he even decided to attend it and the reason why he did so is simple really, the teacher is in great luck to have you in his class because by now it was a known fact in the very back to the very front of dazai's brain that wherever you are, he will be too for even getting as much as a glance at you once is enough for him to be content for the entire day.

"sir is screaming at you." you point out in amusement, eyes trained to stay on the man who is now shooting daggers at dazai through his eyes but does the latter really care?

no, he doesn't. what he does care about and feels grateful for is the unexpected friendship --- no, rather it's an acquaintance type of relationship that you two share for the only time you two talk is in this specific class or sometimes outdoors as well if you two end up bumping into each other -- that he found himself developing with you.

"he can't make his wife scream so he does it instead." dazai joked to make you smile like he always does as soon as he enters the class, he likes to think you sit with him at the last bench in the last row is due to his ability of making these boring lectures fun by his side comments.

you snicker quietly as you shift to make space for him and he smiles at you, plopping down on the space next to you but making sure to be as close to you as possible.

"thanks sugar," he muttered to thank you for saving him a seat. this is why you like sitting next to him. to be as close as possible while making it look like it's natural, it's necessary.

dazai had this habit of placing his arm on the back of the chair and you had a habit of discreetly leaning on it a few minutes later after you make sure he is paying attention to the on going lecture. he then proceeds to rub his thumb on the space between your two shoulder blades and that would be the routine. well it used to be.

dazai's eyes glances downwards and even if this isn't his first time seeing you in a skirt, this is his first time seeing you in thigh high socks. the way the socks bring out the essence of your thighs out more has him gulping.

dazai is a man of power and of great patience but he is a human after all and humans are weak infront of their desires.

so he really shouldn't be blamed when he continued to cast his eyes downwards to observe in every detail of your thighs through your ridden up skirt. he gulps once as he is almost tempted to run his hand over your thigh but stops himself when he feels the professor looking at him.

straightening up immediately, the troublemaker smirks at the professor with a raised eyebrow as if asking him the reason of making dazai his centre of attention. said teacher sighed before shaking his head as he muttered something under his breath, probably curses at dazai.

"dude, what did you do to him? he seems to hate you with a passion." dazai tilts his head to look at you who mumbled, a amused smile playing at your lips as you stare up at him before cocking your eyebrows up.

"guess he can't stand seeing someone as good looking as me, hm sugar?" dazai grinned at you cockily and you felt your heart beat escalating, you hum as you glance at the professor to see his back turned towards the class as he looked at a stack of papers on his desk. you took the chance, looking at dazai and eyeing him before you cross one leg over the other as you know really well how the action would make your skirt ride up.

hook up culture isn't something you are fond of but one night with this man is all you ask for, like a virgin maiden had you opened your arms to the sky as you prayed to the entity above before taking this very big step.

you felt your heart beat a particular thrust which made even you acknowledge its beat when you make dazai's eyes trail down to ogle at your exposed midthighs and those thigh high socks which makes your thigh look oh so grabby.

the notorious man found himself leaning in closer towards you just a bit as he smirked charmingly and raised his hand to drum his fingers against your temple.

"or maybe that old bastard is scared of something else which he knows i am capable of doing." he whispered. you were about to turn your head to stare at the front again had it not been for his other hand which immediately your jaw to hold you in place.

"capable of doing what?" you whisper out as you realized you had no choice but to stare at him, dazai smirked as he winked.

"let's play a game? if you win, i'll tell what i'm talking about to you." he offered and the maiden always found herself tempted by the devil, you nod.

"good girl sugar. this class is boring anyway." he brings your hand towards his cheek and leans on it and you playfully scoff, giving your professor a scared glance to see him not noticing what you two are up to, you look at dazai,

"oh hush now, not everyone is a genius like you dude. some of us actually gotta study like hell." you playfully poke his cheek.

dazai shrugs as he chuckled before leaning down to get something from his bag, you curiously peek at what's in his hand and seeing you do so, dazai decided to help you by opening his palm and you raised your eyebrows in curiosity and wonder when you noticed a pack of gummies in his hand. you look up at him, face painted in amusement and confusion and oh, how did he stop himself from leaning in and kissing your lips right now? even he isn't aware but he has always been a man of great self control and pretence.

dazai only grins to cover up the urge to bite his lip and thoughts which are urging him to push you on your knees right now and have you take him, even the thought itself makes him poke his inner cheek with his tongue while he tears the packet open and picks up one of the gummies between his index finger and thumb before he extended his hand to push it past your soft glossed lips as he lets the pad of his index finger linger a little on your upper lip to feel it's softness before he pulls his hand back to himself and smiled innocently as if he isn't imagining choking you on his dick.

he side glanced at the front of the class to make sure no preying eyes are being entertained, leaning near your ear to breath out and let his hot breath collide with the shell of your ear, dazai feels ecstatic to see you try to cross your legs discreetly. "is it good?"

the words sound lewd to you as you repeat the three words but imagine yourself in a completely different scenario, the tricks played on you by your inciting fervor for the male sitting next to you. you gulp before nodding.

dazai slumps down on his seat as he placed his arm around your shoulder to bring you a bit closer to him, his hands gripping your forearm and he whispered,

"say whatever you want to but isn't this class just a little too boring?" he whispered near your ear, a smirk on his face and if possible, said smirk only became more cocky when you nodded immediately as if not even aware of your own actions.

the gummy swirled in your mouth and you could feel it's flavor bursting into your tongue but all you could focus on was the desk infront of you as you realised that if you tried to move a bit, you could be against dazai's body. his words are a blur but his voice is prominent as always.

teasing, seductive and hot.

"why don't we play a game? i'll give you your answers if you win and i'll have a source of entertainment in this boring class, okay? see, this is a win win situation for the both of us." dazai shrugged, feigning innocence but when you nodded, he couldn't help but smirk devilishly.

devilishly in the sense that when you turned your head to look at him and you saw him staring down at you, the smirk on his face made you shiver as it made you realize how powerless you are against him and his intellect.

"the one to give up first loses." is all he said, didn't bother to explain the rules as he thought it would be better to show you how the game is played. because something about the fact of having you trust him without knowing what he has in store for you is addicting and pleasurable. to have you trust him blindly makes him feel giddy.

dazai picked a gummy from the packet and after a glance to the front to make sure no one is looking as you two are still in a classroom, he places the gummy on his collarbone before grinning at you.

"eat it." he mumbled. you widened your eyes for how is this man sane when he is asking to play this game which could be seen as nothing but sexual in a classroom full of students? doesn't matter if you two are situated at the very back of the class and the taller students sitting infront are towering and hiding you two barely.

"you must be joking." you muttered but all dazai did was shake his head, a cocky grin on his face.

"i can assure you that i am really not joking right now. what, you scared?" dazai teased and if possible, the cockiness dripping from his grin only increased as he looked down at you from his position.

you scoffed as you raised your eyebrows at him, you quickly looked at the front to make sure no one is looking before you leaned towards his neck. dazai snickered, the way you anxiously made sure no one would look behind was too adorable for his heart to not squeeze in fondness. he hooked his finger under his collar before pulling on it to make his collarbone and skin more visible and available for you.

you gulped as you leaned near the gummy and parted your lips which came in contact with his skin and dazai shuddered at the feeling. even though the touch was barely felt, it still has an effect on dazai who closed his eyes when he felt your lips press against his skin more as you gently bit on the gummy, leaning back with the gummy between your teeth had given you the opportunity to look at the way dazai's chest slightly heaved up and down and the furrow of his eyebrows.

as he opened his eyes and tilted his head with a smirk, you ate the gummy while taking another one from the packet and looking down your body as you tried to think of a spot which would get him just as flustered as you but then you pause, sparing a glance at the man who continued to watch you contemplate with a mocking pout on his face and you wonder, is it possible to make the dazai osamu flustured?

with a defeated sigh, you place the gummy on top of your thigh high in such a way that half of the gummy laid on your bare thigh skin and the other half on your sock.

you did not, even in your dreams, ever expect the man who could walk and have the trail of footsteps he left be crystallized and worshipped, to bite his bottom lip while a slight and and faint blush leaves its stamp on his cheeks.

"if you keep on staring, the lecture will be over soon." you taunt but in a playful fashion due to not being able to sit still under his intense and trance like gaze and dazai knew his actions and their effects on you.

"what a tease." he muttered as he extended his hand to pinch your thigh while leaning down leisurely and as his tongue passed his lips to swipe the gummy off your thigh, his hand slipped between your thighs to grab a handful of your flesh and squeeze it -- all just to elicit a very faint whimper from you which would reach only his ears.

"you really shouldn't be the one to utter that." you mumble, clearing your throat as you pull the gummy from his lips and twisted it between your fingers before you toss it in your mouth, covering your mouth with the back of your palm as you looked at the front just in time as the professor looked back and he, upon seeing dazai stare at you while biting his lip as he tried to restrain a smile from spreading onto his lips, shook his head.

it's not like he can actually correct the behavior of the brunette who comes from a family under whose feet money and people alike falls.

money speaks volumes to the public more than education ever did after all.

"what are you so scared for?" dazai began as he proped his elbow on the desk and leaned on it, staring at you with an obnoxiously attractive and smug grin but when you do not look nor speak to him in fear of getting caught by the professor, dazai puffs his cheeks a bit before he picks another gummy from the packet.

he shoved the packet into his pocket before he leaned forwards, a grin comparable to a mischievous child on his face as he drops the gummy between your breasts and he leans in to immediately scoop it between his teeth as well as moving his hand to grip your thigh again.

the reaction elicited was one dazai would remember and smile over for days for how could he not when you jumped slightly in your seat when you felt the gummy dropping on your chest and immediately feeling his breath on your skin, the way you looked down at the back of his head with widened eyes when you felt him lick a strip towards the gummy, you felt your legs clenching had it not been for the hand of his which is holding your one thigh and not letting it squeeze against the other -- for dazai needed to know what his limitations laid.

but what he did not know is there are no limitations you hold when it comes to dazai for how could you when your free leg crossed over the one dazai was holding so that he has no choice but to sit for the entirety of the lecture with his hand between your legs.

dazai raised his slender fingers to hook around and pull down on your top, he nibbled the top of your breast where the gummy laid before picking it up between his teeth and as he sat straight, the cocky smirk he showed wasn't meant for you but for the professor who was discreetly looking at you two and curling his fingers into fists, what a bad influence you are dazai.

"don't try to ignore me, you are breaking my heart and making me loose faith in romance." dazai scoffed playfully, faux sadness on the pout he displayed and you looked at him with the same playfulness he carried as you mockingly pouted too.

"why aren't you dead yet?" you teased and watched as the man let out a small and breathy whine, taking advantage of this playful and comfortable mood between you two to get even closer, laying his head on your shoulder and tilting his head to brush his lips against your neck which made you shudder.

"if sir catches us and if i get in trouble, i will make sure you pay for it." your warning is nothing but a joke and he knows it but even if it wasn't, it wouldn't have been much of a problem for he knows what words to use to make you go all shy and giggly.

"you won't get in trouble sugar. i'll make sure of it. but it's amusing how you are scared of sir catching us rather than focusing on the fact that a guy is extremely close to you to do whatever he wants to." dazai breathed out and watches how after his breath hitting your skin makes it a tourist destination for goosebumps.

in response, you squeeze his hand (still sandwiched between your thigh he is gripping and the back of the other one) hardly but it only makes him hum as he parted his lips to let his tongue out and moisten his plush, bottom lip.

"not afraid?" dazai whispers. you shake your head as your eyes fall on him and you smile.

"you don't give me a reason to be." you whisper out as it felt right to be quiet in such a vulnerable moment shared and when you looked into his eyes, how were you supposed to look away from this man who makes everything so breathtakingly beautiful whenever he is doing it?

"good, let's keep it that way." dazai mumbled yet his eyes fell on your lips and you knew he shared the same thoughts, desperation and feelings with you. you knew you aren't the only one feeling suffocated from not being able to just lean forwards and capture his lips in a kiss.

dazai's lithe fingers slipped into his pockets and into the gummy packet from which he picked one and raised it towards your lips, your eyes shakily followed as you tried not to make your unstable respiration visible but when has something ever been hidden from the man who is the master of hiding?

your lips part as dazai gently pushed half of the gummy into your mouth and when you tried to look to the front to make sure if anyone had turned to look at you two, you found your movements restricted by the man whose hand came to grab your jaw while the other (still sandwiched between your thighs) squeezed your thigh.

you let out a confused hum and to hear more noises leaving the temple of your mouth for dazai to worship is his wish as a human bounded by his desires, to have the maiden kiss his feet after he fulfills her wish is his desire as the devil, lulling you into him. so why won't he do what he did when his hand which was grabbing your jaw pulled you forwards and he tilted his head a bit to take the other half of the gummy between his teeth.

his hand immediately left your jaw to grab both of your hands and place it on his crotch, pushing them down onto it and letting you feel as his cock hardens a bit under your palms. the intensity of the situation making your eyes close shut.

a breathy whimper leaves your lips and it makes dazai hiss as he presses your palms harder onto his crotch and as a result, you squeeze his hand tighter between your thighs in an attempt to cross your legs and not feel how his actions are affecting your cunt and hormones.

"dazai osamu." the name called in a very cold and strict tone is what made you to immediately pull back. much to dazai's displeasure as he made sure to keep your hands still above his crotch and with a bored gaze, turned to look at the professor.

"yes sir, how may i help you?" his voice is overcoated with sugar and sickening honey as he blinks innocently yet the grin on his face just makes it clear how 'innocent' he actually is. dazai stares into the professor's eyes, not shying away from making direct eye contact.

you, on the other hand, gulp when you notice most of the class turning their heads to look back at you and you just hope they don't find this position weird or suspect anything as dazai refuses to leave your hands, instead, he guides your hands to squeeze his dick and your breath almost hitched at the small and barely audible whine he let out. does money make one so brave or does he truly have, like he claimed, a trick up his sleeve which makes him one step superior to the professor?

you try to appear normal and not flustured but how can you when the constant movements of the man's hand makes your own to squeeze down on his cock and the way his thighs jerk or he lets out short intake of breaths meant to show how much pleasure he is gaining from all this is constantly reaching you, so, how can you appear normal?

"please do stay back after class and let's have a small tea party." the professor speaks sarcastically and his words weren't meant for you, you knew yet still your ears burned in shame when the class snickered or straight up giggled but so did dazai.

dazai giggled sweetly, pretending to be flattered and shy as he replied back, "my my, is this a date between us two sir?"

you look down to try to muffle the snicker that was to leave your lips at the humorous words of the man and the sight of you being affected by his words like he hoped to, made dazai's heart fuzzy and and his cocky smile to widen.

so it really isn't much of a surprise when dazai is seen happily making his way to the professor's office, behind said authority figure, but what is surprising is you walking alongside dazai. you aren't in trouble and your professor made that much clear when he told you he had a departmental meeting to attend and wouldn't trust dazai in his office alone. as a fairly well performing student and sometimes making small talks and jokes with the professor, he thought you will make a good choice (also considering that you are one of the few people the troublemaker seems to get along with) to be the one to supervise over dazai and said troublemaker was overly ecstatic too with the professor's choice.

however, you weren't. not even in the slightest to be asked to stay back after lectures and you made it known to the joyful troublemaker next to you by walking with slumped shoulders and furrowed eyebrows which said troublemaker found adorable.

but he couldn't have you sulking, can he?

so dazai takes a step closer to you and at the same time wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you closer, your eyes widening in surprise; flattered, and it made his heart flutter when you let out an almost inaudible gasp as you feel his fingers teasingly lift the hem of your skirt, dazai almost giggled but to stop himself from doing so and risking the professor looking back at you two, he tilted his head down to nuzzle his face against the crook of your neck and then he smiled, in your shade.

"you don't look pleased. am i that displeasing for you to look so bothered?" his words were provocation and he knew you didn't know of so and this is why he continued on with this act when you furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him ; you shook your head as you felt panick begin from your toes and raise towards your lower abdomen, you looked down at his hand on the side of your thigh as it played with the hem of your skirt and when the panick reached till your chest, you grabbed his hand and clasped it tightly as you looked at him, eyes wild in panick.

panick of loosing this tension created and of things going back to the way they were because you really can not tolerate going back to being casual deskmates after playing such a dangerous game which had desire and self control as its two rules.

dazai felt the ends of his lips curl up into a satisfied grin when he stared right into your eyes and watched you bringing his hand towards your mouth -- towards your lips specifically and he practically leaned on his toes when he felt the faintest touch of your lips on his hand before you pulled his hand more near and bit the skin of the backside of his palm.

dazai, in return, bit his lip as he looked away with a smile and when you freed his hand from your grip, he looked down at the pink skin and teeth mark left by you and smirked.

he leaned his head on your shoulder again and this is when you mumbled , "someone was being all cocky and saying they wouldn't let me get in trouble. what happened to that?"

dazai snickered quietly at the teasing tone and hummed, tilting his head up to slightly lick your jaw before he whispered against it, "isn't trouble worth it if it's with me?"

when you do not reply but only look at him with a cocked eyebrow, dazai puffed out his cheeks yet again to let his displeasure be known as now he sulked, yet unlike him, you didn't try to make any efforts in making him feel better.

"i hope you don't hold me asking you to stay here after lectures against me --" your professor began and you immediately separated from dazai, nodding at the man and the way you took a step forwards to listen to your professor better had dazai poking his inner cheek with his tongue, not liking it at all.

for when the devil sees one fearing his own kind more than him, he feels humiliated, challenged.

dazai osamu never liked feeling second to someone else but he stays put and doesn't do anything except glare at your back and if only you could turn your head to look at the ferocious glare he has, maybe you would drop on your knees right there and then and maybe he knew it too and this is why he continued to glare at you yet a cocky smirk slowly crept to his lips like a snake slithering towards its unsuspecting prey.

"i will be back in thirty minutes or before, please keep an eye on that troublemaker and i'll make sure to give you extra credit for this." your professor promised and who were you to refuse?

the maiden found shelter in the priest and his vows yet a shelter is different from a home.

a home.

dazai.

no one else.

. . . is it understood?

maybe it was your naivety to not notice or find anything wrong with dazai's unusual quietness as you two entered the professor's office.

or maybe you knew it damn well and still decided to go for it because the maiden grew greedy and wanted more, to make a deal with the devil.

dazai's sharp eyes followed when you sat on the leather chair next to him and he watched your eyes scanning over the office before you hummed, impressed.

yet he also watched the stack of papers on the professor's desk which caught your attention and how you immediately approached it while saying something along the lines of, "these must be the class test papers. do you want to see your paper too?"

"not really, go ahead." dazai muttered lowly and he felt his finger twitch when you only hummed. is his voice not seductive? why are you being so nonchalant?

did you ever wonder why the devil approached the pure maiden? maybe it is the devil that got seduced and not the other way around and maybe this is why the devil wanted to make a deal with the maiden so he could keep her all for himself.

you leaned down a bit on the desk as you searched for your paper among the many others and found it after a great deal of effort being used and this made you a bit tired to have to go through all the different papers to find your's and then arrange them back in the pile. you looked down at your paper with a slight excitement mixed with a slight anxiety but when your eyes fell on your mark, you raised your eyebrows in awe.

not bad. most of your answers were correct but they weren't what you were interested in, you were more interested in seeing the ones you got wrong and so to make yourself more comfortable, you leaned on the desk.

dazai gritted his teeth and looked away when he saw your breasts being squished between the glossed wooden table and your body and slowly, oh so slowly, his eyes trailed to your lower body to see your skirt riding up (due to leaning and practically laying on the table).

dazai stared long enough to make out the colour of your panties and if he stared a bit more, he could make out the outline of your cunt and he did. for if he hadn't, then he wouldn't have seen the wet patch on it and gotten the courage to do what he did next.

dazai knew it was too weird for you to not have any effect because of his flirting but now that it is clear you were only putting on an act of nonchalance to hide your obvious reaction to him, he felt his deflating ego rising from the bottom to take lead of him again.

like an eagle, he stood up from the chair he was sitting on to approach you and made his presence very obvious to you. your breath refused to leave your windpipe when you could easily make out dazai's crotch pressing against your ass, his legs on your's and when he leaned down, you could feel his chest against your waist.

your hands holding your quiz paper shook slightly and he smirked upon seeing so as he raised one hand to run it down your back.

"show it to me, sugar." dazai muttered lowly against your ear and lord, oh lord, the gravel tone he spoke in made you want to beg him to take you at the very moment but self restraint is a humorous thing and it won't let you submit till it broke in half.

you do not reply but lick your lips which suddenly got really dry, shakily raising your hands to let him have a clear view of your paper and you looked down, staring at the desk you are inappropriately laying on.

"next page," dazai ordered when the first page showed no incorrect answers and when you failed to listen to him, he gently pinched the back of your thigh which made you to slightly jerk forwards at the unexpected action yet what followed it was his crotch being pressed against your ass.

you whimpered at the touch as the more he pressed his crotch against you, the more you felt the wet patch of your panties rubbing against your wet folds.

"hey, i asked you to do something so why won't you? wasn't i clear?" he hissed down next to your ear and you wondered why is he so worked up?

but how would you know when your forehead is pressed against the desk and your forehead is all sweaty? how would you know how his eyes didn't even glance up to see you pathetically trying to turn the page with shaky fingers and failing.

"what are you even gonna do after seeing it? you don't look even a bit interested in it." you try to speak but your voice comes out as a whine which makes dazai close his eyes. he hummed, moving his hips back before he pushed his crotch against you again to elicit the sound from you one more time. he felt as if didn't hear it right, didn't savour it right the first time.

"what are you --" you mumble when he humped against you again but soon found yourself missing the touch and rhythmic thrust when he stopped and the way his hard on cock could be felt between your ass cheeks.

"-- no, please don't stop." you begged softly and with such fragility that it was evident how your arousal and attraction towards the man behind you is playing with your mind. but when the man only snickered, refusing to move and fulfill your wishes, you took matters into your own hands and pushed your ass against his crotch.

as he hissed, you were made very aware of the hard and clothed dick pushing your skirt and panties between your folds and it made you let out another needy whine

you hide your face against your arms, forehead pressed on the desk after dazai grabbed the paper from your hands and carelessly tossed it on the stack of other papers ; he humped against you again and released a deep breathy sigh.

"ah . . . fuck, fuck, fuck." dazai cursed lowly under his breath as each curse was accompanied by a thrust which left him breathless, his throat felt dry while your legs felt hot and so did your core. you had to spread your legs for him but you didn't find the energy to do so and neither did dazai who has no greater urge then to rip your skirt off but all he could do at the hands of the one who now has him in captivity, is to let out whimpers and curses as he pathetically dry humped against you.

why he felt at such a loss of energy could be explained with great simplicity, really. he felt so because he is in a great state of euphoria, more then what his body and heart could handle and so he feels overwhelmed.

"please, please let me -- ahh, please? fuck, gotta fuck you. need to feel your preety pussy sucking me in, please let me sugar. please." needily he whined as he leaned down even more to bury his face against your neck and whisper against it. his pleas were answered with you grinding against him as short breaths, gasps and whines were all that left the castle of your mouth and through your lips.

though he isn't dazai if he doesn't turn the odds to his favors soon.

"let me fuck you? gotta fuck you. maybe then you'll realise what you did wrong." he rapsed but as if it's a secret between you both, you and dazai knew he wasn't referring to the quiz paper but to something else which was revealed with his next action.

and it seemed like he wanted a verbal answer for your nod had no effect on him and didn't push him to go through with his next course of actions.

dazai's lithe fingers found access under your skirt and he ran the back of his index finger along the plush of your ass while he whispered, "why don't you cling to me instead of that old professor sugar?"

his voice was between a whine and a growl and it only made you to grip the edge of the table at the tone he spoke in only made you aware of your own needy state.

"come on, you know i'm better than he could ever be, right?" dazai whined against your neck and to get a response from you other than the short breaths you let out, he nibbled at your skin while at the same time, in perfect coordination, his hands moved towards the waistband of your panties as he pulled it and stopped, eyes looking down at the table you are squished on with wrath,

"gonna fuck you on this table yeah? old hag needs to know he isn't better than me," dazai tilted his head up towards your ear as he whispered out, "and definitely not a better choice for you." he licked your earshell.

the movement of his crotch rutting against your ass stopped as he moved a bit back only to smile arrogantly when you whined out loud, hooking your ankle around his in a pathetic and quick attempt to stop him from taking a step back.

"please . . ." you opened your eyes and leaned up to look back at him, sweat drops forming on your forehead and lips almost swollen from how hard you were biting down on it, ". . . fuck me. put your hands all over me dammit!" you whined, irritated at the lose of touch.

"yeah? why should i?" dazai raised his eyebrows as he stared down at you for a few seconds before he crumbled, his arrogance being bullied around by his arousal and he found himself leaning forwards to grab your breast, squeezing it harshly as a demand for a response.

". . . please, please? fuck, please, i just need to -- you can't do this to me after riling me up so much . . . hah, seriously? fuck. stop looking at me like that." you mumbled because your arousal froze when you stared at his brown pupils, the ones bearing many secrets and plans, many fortunes and tragedies and how on earth can even lust bow down to admire someone's beauty?

the way his hair sticked to his sweaty forehead and he stared at you with an obnoxiously arrogant smirk yet the pink dust spreading onto his cheeks gave it away how he, with an overbearing beauty, is affected by his hormones and feelings and emotions and lust and why aren't you playing along with him so he could just fuck you?

no. he don't want to just fuck you. when the one who never had anything handed to him with love finds someone he wants to invest his love in, no matter in which shape or form it is in, he won't be satisfied with normality.

he will torture you and himself till he gets what he wants.

for who do you think he is? isn't he the one who walks so even the demi-gods and goddesses can admire and feel envious for feeling threatened and admiration for a mere mortal whose ecstacy comes from being in situations where his heart accelerates and he is hanging on the thin line between life and death.

"why should i when this is how you look at me during lectues?" dazai breathed out and his raspy tone could ascend you to the deepest pits of pleasure and then push you to the cliff of greed and desperation for more. dazai who still has your breast between his fingers, squeezed it as he glared down at you, "always looking at me so prettily and giving that old hag more of a chance to pick on me --"

he leaned a bit towards you as he extended his other hand to twirl your hair strand, "-- do you do it on purpose? knowing i won't focus on shit?" dazai muttered lowly, voice seductive and smooth like honey flowing through a honey comb and luring a man towards its, hiding its danger behind its tempting look.

"that's not my problem." you scoff yet the arrogance laying in your eyes at the sudden fact is not something he will let go so easily.

dazai pulled on your hair to pull you closer before he peppered small kisses along the curve of your jaw, you felt his lips extremely close to your own but before you could feel even the lightest touch of his lips on your own -- he moved back.

"then you being a needy mess isn't my problem as well." he squeezed your breast again before leaving it but before he could pull his hand back to himself, you grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand towards your breasts again. he could feel your legs shaking as you looked at him with a slight frown, desperate to do anything to please him so he could do so in return. this chance won't be coming again and so it should not be wasted at all.

dazai's hand grabbed the flesh of your breast, continuing to squeeze it and with each squeeze, the next one got prominently rougher and harder while he stared into your eyes. something about the sweatbeads on your forehead, bottom lip being sucked in as you pursed your lips and bit them and the especially tempting,  pure and desperate flashing in your eyes had his breath increasing greatly.

and a few and very dragged out seconds, dazai lets out a shaky and frustrated breath before his hands left your breast and hair strand to grab the curve of your body and turned you around so you were once again facing the table. dazai leaned forwards to hide his face against your neck while one of his hands left their initial position to slither down towards under your skirt to your ass.

"you are being such a brat. why are you being a brat? can't you just be good for me sugar? let me fuck you like a good girl?" he whined out and as his frustrations grew by the way he seemed to torture only himself by teasing you, dazai gently bit your neck and you hissed out at the sudden action but with each second passing, the intensity and force in his bites increased till he was biting you hard enough to leave his teeth marks.

you shuddered a bit when you felt his index finger drag down your ass till it reached the waistband of your panties, his cold fingers provided an oddly addicting sensation but it soon disappeared when he pulled your panties down and let them pool by your ankle. and he impatiently grinned against you again, this time, however, the only thing separating his clothed cock from your bare ass is your skirt.

his sneaky hands found a path between his quick and continuous humping to pull your skirt up to your waist. he stared down at your ass with a hungry stare and he would've loved to go on his knees and just have a taste had it not been you fueling his sexual frustration and neediness with the way your whimpers and soft whines only accelerates his frustration further and his frustration pours the spotlight on the growing arousal he needs to get relieved of now or else he won't be able to feel the same pleasure he could feel at this moment if he tried to pleasure himself later, he knew.

"fuck, be a good girl already sugar so I can just fuck you already." dazai whined loudly, pulling down at the sleeve of your top to move his lips against your shoulder to plant a soft kiss before he parted his lips to let his teeth sink into your shoulder, biting it hard. you yelped.

was this not your breaking point with the way his teeth teased you and brought you pain yet the humping against your naked ass brought you pleasure? the heat from his body behind your's and the slight shake of his body with each whine and whimper he released only made you break further. and you did.

your head was buried between your arms on the desk as you loudly begged, "please please please -- ah, i need you, I want you, please!" you raised your voice in sexual frustration.

the man behind you who played a dangerous game by playing with your and his lust finally felt satisfied and hence why he was quick to unbuckle his belt with the flick of his hand down the buckle of the belt.

you raised your head and looked over your shoulder, licking your lips as you began to rub your thigh together and watched him pull his belt out and as much as dazai enjoyed watching the fat of your ass move with your leg movements, he could not let you pleasure yourself -- not when he is there.

he raised his knee to push it between your thighs and to stop your movements and you pouted again, as you stared at him but he had no mercy as he took his belt and leaned forwards to wrap it around your stomach and pull it along your back, tying it and gripping the leftover part in his palm.

you saw him pull down his zipper with haste before he pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees. he used the belt he tied around your waist and stomach as a controlled of sorts, jerking it to tell you to look forwards and he leaned in, placing his hand on the edge of the desk and next to your hips.

with the other hand, he grabbed his cock and stroked and pumped it thrice (you knew cause your eyes refused to leave him and devour in the sight of him), he guided the tip wet with precum towards your inner thigh and rubbed it against it twice.

"'i'm sorry! sorry! sorry! please dazai, don't be like that. fuck me! fuck me!" you whined out loud and dazai snickered at the way you were so fucked up by his teasing that you didn't even realize you were apologizing to please him when the situation isn't even asking for it. he could feel his cock twitch at your willingness to please and flatter him.

"yeah? you are? not gonna be a brat now, are we?" dazai taunted but at the moment even his taunts are so sexy to hear so you comply, nodding.

"yeah, i'll be good. promise, dazai! for real!" you whine again as you feel him increase the pace of rubbing his tip against your inner thigh. dazai hummed as he spreaded your cheek with one hand and grabbed his cock again, pushing it against your inner labia to collect some of your juices to guarantee a smooth entrance for him and mostly you.

"yeah? but sugar don't you realize where we are right now? what if sir walks in?" dazai smirked as he raised his eyes to stare at you staring at him with wide eyes and a pout as you shook your head quickly, arching your back and trying to push your ass against his crotch but he stopped you by pulling at the belt again.

"we will be quick! trust me, please? i will go mad if you don't touch me right now." your whines, the more he heard, the more he desired to hear more.

dazai fauxed hesitance as he looked at you with faux uncertainty but you knew of the act he is putting on immediately as his actions heavily contrasted his words ; he slowly pushed only the tip of his dick inside your hole.

"i mean i'm up for it sugar but what if we get caught? you'll get in trouble too." he teased, mocked your patience even when he saw how transparent his lack of care for getting himself or you in trouble is, he has the sources to get out of trouble anyway so why would he be afraid?

he warned but then why is the danger himself lurking closer to your breasts before slithering upwards towards your neck as if poison spreading through your veins?

but then again has temptation and lust ever been less dangerous than actual poison? one who kills you physically or one who messes with you mentally and emotionally and then physically?.

temptation has always been the devil's strong weapon, his pride and his charm.

"but didn't --" oh the man whose fingertips spreads temptation and adulterous thoughts into your head, why would you not even let the girl infront of you, bending for you, to complete her sentence?

rudely thrusting into you to break a moan out of your vocal chord is what he did and hiding your face in your arms is what you did.

"were you saying something sugar?" dazai smirked, you know he did cause it was evident with the edge of arrogance in his words but you took advantage of not being able to look at his face to speak up or else you would've surely stuttered and stumbled on your own words.

"for someone claiming they won't let me get in trouble, you are awfully going back on your own words a lot of tim -- dazai!" you yelp out his name but surely you'll wonder later if your words weren't what dazai seemed as interesting for he intrupted you everytime with a thrust.

but this one had you screaming out his name ; bare and skin to skin, warmth and wetness, clamping down and penetrating were all simulations you two felt at once.

"yeah? welllll," he dragged on, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue before he jerked the belt and pushed on your back to make it into a perfect arch and began thrusting at a rapid pace after dragging out his teasing for too long and he rasped out in between, "guess i gotta keep my word. can't go back on them now, right sugar?"

dazai asked but when he didn't get any reply other then filthy moans from you, he tutted in what seemed like faux disappointment though its hard to hear his voice over your pleasure filled one.

his hand went down to graze and grab your knee before he pushed it up on the desk, leaning his head near your neck again to whimper against it while pounding into you.

his cock penetrated in and out of your walls before but this new position had given him an opening to graze the tip against the one spot which made your b shiver upon it being disturbed but once you didn't feel the head of his cock grazing against the spot as he pulled back (before thrusting in again just two seconds later), you found yourself missing it and so, you tried to meet his thrusts ; you moved your hips back at the same time as he thrusted forwards. a breathy moan left you as you digged your nails on your elbows (due to having your arms folded on top of the desk).

"fine, if you won't answer me then make sure to scream my name out as loud as you can." he muttered in between whimpers and whines, he could feel sweat drops dripping down his back and forehead, the way your walls sucked his dick in as if promising to not settle for anything other then drowning it. this is what lead to his quick thrusts as he wanted to feel the feeling again and soon.

the desk began to move with each movement and if only you were conscious and rational enough to worry about the stack of quiz papers falling down, you would've raised your head to look at it and would also be curious to look back and that's when you could've seen the hand holding onto the belt around your waist and how tightly he was holding the ends. hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

your eyes barely stay open as you feel dazai tug you closer using the belt around your waist and you probably heard him take a step forwards as well but you aren't sure when his hand reached down towards your core to push against your inner thigh, making you spread your legs a bit more.

your eyes close and you rely on your other senses as your hardened nipples find pleasure in the friction created by your clothed breasts moving against the desk with every thrust dazai makes.

over your own pleasure filled voice, it is hard to hear anything else but due to the close proximity and dazai's lips moving against your skin, you felt and somewhat barely heard his whimpers and unstable intakes of breaths.

the hand on your inner thigh slithered upwards when he felt his balls tightening and your walls clamping around him even tighter to the point the man felt his knees growing weak.

dazai let out a shuddering breath as he leaned his chest against your back, squeezing you against him and the desk as his fingers traced around your wet outer labia.

"dazai!" a scream ripped through your throat when you felt it clearly ; the way his cock hitted your g-spot. your scream made him caress your outer labia using a bit of force, your back arched and dazai's lips peppered kisses along your neck and shoulder, pulling down on your top sleeve using his teeth to continue marking your shoulder with his bite marks.

dazai's eyes rolled back as your walls squeezed him tighter with each hard thrust to your g-spot and he stopped pushing and tracing your outer labia. he raised his hand and head to look at the glossy coating on his fingers and with a smirk, he brought his finger near his lips before smearing your juice all over his lips and licking it.

a high pitched moan left his lips as he tilted his head back at the way he is teasing himself. closing his eyes to hear the erotic sound of his dick slamming in and out of your wet cunt, his balls hitting against your ass with each slam and your moans and whines -- this all pushed him over the edge more but he wasn't satisfied with this much and wanted more so, dazai traced his hand along his chest before raising it towards his neck and slightly choking himself.

he raised his head to look at your fucked out stare and still arched back, a very faint red blush began to spread on his cheeks as his eyes narrowed. curling his toes and digging his nails in the base of his shoes to obtain any kind of stability, he began to move even faster and you chocked on your moans.

"can't really let you cum here sugar. you'll ruin the professor's desk." dazai smirked and relished when your breath hitched and you shook your head, loudly begging.

"no! please no! don't be so mean to me dazai!"

"but i am only being considerate of our professor sugar." dazai snickered and you had to bite down on your lip before you parted them to speak out again,

"w-what a mean guy! you don't even kiss me but say all kinds of romantic things! you go around teasing me but when i try to do the same, you act like a fucking virgin. i make you loose focus in class? yeah as if --" you stop to moan as he licked a spot on your neck before sucking on it,

"-- what about you and your sneaky touches? always teasing me! making me so worked up and hot. and now when you are finally fucking me, you deny me of my orgasm!" you squeal when dazai pulled hard on the belt and all the while, his thrusts never once lost their velocity.

"you wanna kiss me sugar? i am a mean guy tho." dazai teased and squeezed his neck a little harder, moaning lowly at the pleasure surging through his body.

"yeah." you moan out as you decide you can't reply with a witty remark as you feel the knot of pleasure being pulled in two directions ; one by dazai's dick and the other by the rubbing of your squeezed breasts against the desk.

"soon. yeah? gonna kiss you really soon and really good." dazai uttered a promise and once again dropped his face against your neck, abandoning the belt to wrap both of his arms around your waist and under your stomach to lift your ass up a bit for even more easy access as he panted.

one thrust to your g-spot had sparkles flying inside your entire body. your knot of pleasure was reaching its limit as he pulled at it even more.

the other thrust made him gasp as your walls squeezed down hard onto him.

the third thrust made the desk to inch forward, rocking it and along with it you felt the friction hitting your hardened yet clothed nipple and it spreaded a very raw ounce of pleasure behind your chest and towards your back, making it arch.

the knot grew weaker and weaker and was barely holding on.

the last thrust was followed by him whimpering out your name and your knees went weak, you would've fallen on your knees if it weren't for him holding you up.

the knot broke and cum flowed down his dick making it hard for him to thrust in and out without his dick slipping out and so he stopped to allow you both to catch your breaths.

". . . can i kiss you now?" dazai slowly mumbled when he felt you calming down from your high and a hiss left your lips when he pulled his still hard dick out of your hole.

you chuckle breathlessly, "lord, you are unbelievable."

yet you still try to support yourself on your arms before realizing dazai still has his arms wrapped around you and so he lifted you before turning you around.

your back hits the desk, cum dripping down your thigh yet your focus is on his still hard dick even when dazai cupped your jaw in his palm and raised it to capture your lips in his, your eyes immediately shut close yet your hands travel down to grab his dick, stroking it once using your index finger as if to feel it.

this had dazai gasp against your lips. you wrap your hands around his dick before beginning to pump it and dazai shows his appreciation to your action by moving his hips as well, thrusting into your hands.

you part your lips when you feel him part his but you are taken by a pleasant surprise when instead of letting his tongue explore your mouth, he tilts his head in such an angle that he can nibble on the side of your bottom lip as well as move his lips below your bottom lip.

your grip on his cock tightened when you sense his thrusts become faster yet you still remain unaware of how dazai's eyes are opened and boring holes into the ones of the one on the door who is flabbergasted, shocked ; the professor.

dazai winked at the professor before tilting his head up to capture your lips in a kiss again, mouth parting open and shamelessly moaning into your mouth when your last pump made his cum to shoot out and stain your hands with it.

dazai's arms wrap around your waist again, close to your waist as he makes sure your skirt is covering your bare ass before reaching towards your cunt to swipe some of it on the pad of his index finger and pulling his hand up to show it to the professor.

you feel dazai's lip attack your upper lip, kissing and sucking it before kissing you again, saliva mixing with your's and a filthy wet sound being produced which he is sure the professor heard.

you pull back from the kiss, panting as dazai used his other hand to push your head against his shoulder, mouthing the words with a mocking and cocky smirk to the man whose presence you are unaware of,

"tissues," he mouthed and when the professor began to glare at him again, about to shout, dazai looked down at you again before leaning in to kiss you again.

━━━━━━━ 💋 end.

pressure to party // katsuki bakugou

when he clearly has a favorite roommate

a/n: so there was indeed supposed to be a written portion with this but it was too srs n i just needed to make something silly <\3 roomie kats in my brain is sssssoooooooooooooo rated r i think i would go crazy

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katsuki tag: @bitchyfestivalbouquet @kaldurahms-lover

The cool, marble countertops send a shiver up your spine, but you don't seem to care. Instead of complaints, a giggle leaves your mouth, hands tightening around Dazai's shoulders. Feeling him scoop you up and set you onto the kitchen counter so easily made you swoon, which only deepened the make out session you two were currently engaged in. His hands kept moving from your hips to your ass, wanting to feel your body under his fingers as he held you close.

You both couldn't help giggling, feeling giddy at the touches and kisses being shared during such early hours. Pajama shorts riding up your thighs, a stretched-out and loose t-shirt showing off Dazai's bare neck and collar bones... it was all so intimate. There was no one around, just the two of you and the early morning sun dancing across the room as your legs moved up to cage Dazai in. More giggles erupted from him before pulling back, cutely flushed cheeks on display for just you to see. No words were shared, just heavy breaths and loving stares as your brains worked on properly waking up.

“Y’know, maybe I should skip work today.”

“You said the same thing yesterday, Osamu.”

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Crap, he was staring.

The suddeness of the realization whiplashed dazai and he pried his eyes away from you. He fumbled with his pen, twirling it around his bandaged fingers once, then twice before setting it down with a sigh. Untouched paperword was strewn about his desk and dazai didn't want to work on it.

He'd rather spend his hours staring at you as you worked, even if it meant getting yelled at by kunikida. His coworker hadn't figured out how dazai had fell hard for you, and dazai'd like to keep it that way.

He rested his chin in the palm of his hand, glancing your way but not turning his head even if it strained his eyes to look at you like that, but it didn't matter to him.

Even a glimpse of you was enough for him.

He watched in pure awe and adoration for you as you did simple, mundane things; leaning back in your chair and staring at the ceiling for a second. The slight crinkle in your nose and the way your brows knitted together, it made him want to walk over there beside you and kiss the wrinkled tension off your pretty face.

The thought of doing that made dazai's heart flutter in his chest.

With a sigh, he laid face-down on his desk with a groan, running his fingers through messy, knotted brown waves.

Why does he have to be stupidly infatuated with you? He drummed his fingers on the hardwood of his desk, sighing and pulling his head up.

He got up from his chair, nearly tipping his chair over and scaring poor atsushi. The boy stammered something to dazai- probably about where was he going- but dazai hadn't heard. He took in a glimpse of you before walking out the agency.

You hadn't even noticed him leave.

Dazai made his way down to the cafe under the agency, not even sparing a glance at the waitress he'd normally flirt with as he walked out of the door.

He needed out. He needed to get away from you and his feelings for you. He needed to go anywhere but near you-

Even if his heart drew him to you.

Walking down the street, dazai tried to think of anything but you.

Oh, that bird is building a nest. Oh, there's a flower growing in the fissures of the street.

Just like you grew a place in the cracks of his heart.

He stopped, someone bumped into his shoulder and quickly apologised before hurrying away.

He's thinking of you again.

A pause, then Dazai continued his walk back to the agency dorms. This time, he's allowing you to flood his mind and haunt his every thought as you had done to his wretched, blacked heart.

He loves you.

To dazai, the mere thought of you is more addictive than the cheap sake he delights in every night, the cheap canned crab he enjoys so much. It makes his heart race more than the rush of adrenaline during a near-death experience; the kind that screams he's alive and he's lived, even if he doesn't believe it.

Dazai may be an intelligent man, but when it came to you he was nothing more than the foolish boy he never got to be.

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A/N: wrote this at 10 pm on a crappy ass phone and I have school tomorrow so I'll add a header and shit tmmrw jpxhpxhlxpgxllg im so tiredddddd and still sick wah

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©Cheriiyaya 2023

hold me, touch me, love me

Characters: Aaron Warner x fem!reader (established relationship)

I imagine reader and Aaron being in their 20s

Genre: SMUT, fluff (just you and aaron being hopelessly in love with each other)

Warnings: SMUT, Unprotected sex (please always be safe), mentions of fingering and oral (f!receiving), a little bit of doggy style at the end, edging (sort of…), cursing, lots of kissing, Aaron being a tease, Aaron Warner (yeah, he’s a warning himself)

Word Count: 3.4k words

A/N: I think I sort of got carried away. Had to write this one because Restore Me constantly mentioned about Aaron’s “breathless gasps” and I know sounds beautiful. I’m hella embarrassed so there’s a chance I might delete this later. Also, beautiful header credits goes to @/cafekitsune !

I’m writing smut for the first time as well. In general, please be nice and respectful to me and everyone.

I hope you enjoy! :) Please do LIKE, comment or reblog if you enjoy ❤️

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It was late at night when the two of you indulged yourself in the stillness of the late hours, the darkness enveloping you from the world as Aaron kisses you, holding you flush against his body as you pulled away for air but immediately latched your lips against his defined jaw. His five o'clock shadow tickled your cheeks a little which made you smile against his skin.

Your lips traced his soft skin, sucking and nibbling on spots to ease the pain but in fact it was only making Aaron breathless. A sharp gasp escaped his lips when your teeth slightly grazed the soft spot on his neck, his hold on your hips tightening. Aaron couldn't handle the heat and need to taste you so bad. His fingers tugged on your hair to pull you away from his neck. The action made a moan escape your lips which made Aaron stare at you with hooded eyes; palest shade of emerald irises filled with utmost love and an emotion you were too shy to consider, desire pooling. His lips found yours, hands travelling up and down your body, feeling you up in an intoxicating way.

The way he kisses you, marking your heart and soul made you both feel like there was no neccesity for air. As if you could relinquish oxygen for this. This felt like the best way to go. It was a constant reminder that even after all the wonders and surprises the world could offer, moments like these were always different, always so memorable. Each touch, each sound, each action tattooing in your hearts and souls.

Both of your hearts raced in a steady rhythm. Your heartbeat elevated, the rapid sound of it droning in your ears. He gently placed your hand to let it rest atop his chest, just above his heart. And your eyes stinged with emotion. His was thundering against his chest so loud he was sure you could hear it.

Aaron felt your needy hands travel through the expanse of his torso, tracing his broad chest to his abdomen, heated skin on fire wherever your fingers traced as you reached down to pull him even closer by his belt. He felt shivers down his spine, each touch of yours sending him on a tingling edge, a high he never wanted to come down from. Your hands tugged desperately at his shirt, unbuttoning each button quickly and before you know it, he has already taken it off, pulling away to breath for air. The heat and tension between the two of you clouded your senses, lips chasing his in an attempt to close the distance.

Aaron flashes you a breathtaking smile, dimples and a flush of pink painting his cheeks and he looked so beautiful, so adorable, so enchanting that it made you stop for a moment and marvel at the man in front of you. Aaron was stunning, a dream, someone so amazing inside out. How is he so beautiful?

You probably said those words out loud because he chuckled lightly, the sound tugging at your heartstrings, "You give me too much credit, sweetheart. But thank you so much. It means so much to me hearing that from you."

"Well I'm just stating the truth."

"Mhm, is that so?"

He bites his lower lip to stop a giggle but nevertheless his lips still tugged up with a smile before his hands wraps around your waist and the back of your neck, lips locking with yours hungrily. Aaron pulls your clothed self to his warm body, closer beyond possibilty. You nibbled on his lower lip before opening up for him. You could feel the hard ridges, dips of his muscles, chest heaving with each intake of air, compelling you to touch the smooth skin of his flawless chest. He gently pushes you back, backing away until your knees hit the edge of the bed and you fall backwards, pulling him with you.

The moment causes you both to break the kiss, pulling a smile from the both of you. Aaron leans down to kiss you deeply again, an audible 'mm' escapes his lips at the blissful meeting of your lips with his, the sound making heat pool at your abdomen.

His eyes would occasionally open up a little to look at your reactions, to see if there's any sign discomfort from you. When he found none, he intertwined your hands together, squeezing your hand in reassurance.

Your hands finds solace on his broad shoulders this time, fingers travelling down his bare chest, so warm and firm, his skin soft as your fingers traced valleys and rivers at every dip and curve of his defined muscles. He visibly relaxed under your touch, his free hand reaching down to cup your cheek. Aaron moaned quietly when your fingers caressed his abs, shuffling to cup him from the pants, outline evident through his desire and need for you. His lips part against yours in a soft moan when your fingers teased his clothed length which caused him to involuntarily grind against your hand, making him break the kiss for a moment, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Your hands unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning the pants. Slipping your hand inside, you started stroking his length in a painstakingly slow motion. He hummed, biting his lips when your thumb pressed on his tip, his eyes blinding with pleasure. Aaron was sure that he was losing his mind, pleasure blurring the edges between reality and an euphoric dream. He stopped your movements when he started feeling too good, white hot pleasure shooting up his veins. He was so close but he wanted to finish with you, inside of you.

He could feel your heat, your need to have him close against you and he has been right there with you; hands fumbling with your jeans desperately. Your actions and need for him left him intoxicated, head fuzzing out all thoughts out of his mind but you, you, you. It felt addicting, unreal, impossible to him that you want him as much as he wants you. So close, so much that it felt unfathomable to thread it through vocabulary.

His lips kissed your jaw, down to your collarbone as he marked you, smiling against your skin at the moans and whimpers of his name you let out.

When he felt your fingers reach his pants to unbuckle his belt all the way to pull him out, he broke away and held both your wrists in one hand. A smooth, unbelievably attractive smirk etched on his lips, "Not so quickly, sweetheart. I have to remove these restraints from yours first. It's not fair that you're fully clothed. "

And soon you found yourself and him naked to each others eyes.

Aaron knelt between your legs in all his glory, chest heaving up and down, a trickle of sweat trailing down his cheek as he held his cock, stroking and squeezing it tight all the while staring at you, intensive gaze filled with so much passion that it felt like he could light your insides on fire. He let go of torturing himself further and hovered above you, one hand caressing the skin of your hips and the other resting beside your head.

He is breathtaking in every way possible. You really need him inside you. But the way he was looking at you, so passionately, gaze filled with unbridled emotions, like he could see right through you. You felt bare underneath him in more ways than one. You almost felt a little self conscious for a moment before his fingers found your weeping entrance, teasing you and never breaking eye contact. And in the stillness of the hour, in the private whispers of the late night breeze Aaron swore, "You are a freaking goddess, baby.”

You moaned, it was impossible to hold yourself; first, his teasing fingers and then the way he was looking at you made you close your eyes just so that you could hold onto your sanity before you let go, before you let your wants devour this man on top of you. His eyes too intense, irises pooling with deepening emotions. Also, he rarely swore but he let go in the moment, too careless to worry about what he was even saying anymore, which was a plus.

His lips kissed down your body, your skin on fire wherever his lips traced invisible lines on your frame. Aaron kissed you in the most sensitive areas, a gasp leaving your lips as your fingers immediately buried in his hair, holding him as if to ground yourself to this moment. He nipped, sucked, ate you out in such a way that you were struggling to breath, one hand clutching the comforter so tight that you were sure it would tear off. The gasping, the heavy breathing, you losing yourself in pleasure made Aaron lose himself in the beauty of your chase. It was an auto pilot response, the way his hips started grinding against the comforter for some friction but you caught on.

"Aaron, I— ah, wait— I see you! Don't you dare! I want to touch you and come with you— " You were cut off when he gently bit the skin under your thigh.

He stopped his movements and stared up at you, his chin glistening in the dim lighting of your room, eyes taunting and teasing in a way that made you clench around nothing, "Oh yeah?"

This side of Aaron Warner has always felt new to you, exclusively and only for you. That teasing gaze filled with mischief and ideas you could only wonder. If he could, he would tease you forever, edging himself and you to the point where later he ends up driving his hips into you to a state of oblivion.

Hard and merciless and heavenly and gentle is Aaron Warner.

"Aaron, please — "

"Please what, baby?" You could hear the smile in his voice. He let go of your thighs to climb up your frame. His thumb tugged at your lower lip,  "Look at me, sweetheart. Talk to me."

Aaron could be such a tease that sometimes it made you want to yank his hair out but you knew better. He loves his hair too much so you wouldn't do that ever.

You huffed, eyes still clenched shut, “Need you inside me.”

“Look at me first.” Aaron's voice dropped, husky and seductive, commanding to some degree which pulled you into a trance like the angelic devil he is. So alluring, so seductive.

You opened your eyes to see him scanning your features, tracing from your eyebrows to your eyes, resting a little longer at your lips. But he willed himself to look back up at you.

“I want to touch you, Aaron. Can I?” You asked what you initially wanted before the said confession, chest heaving up and down rapidly as your hands traced his bicep.

Aaron simply smiled, that dimple one, “You don’t even have to ask, love. I’m all yours.” He kisses your nose gently. But when you sat up to touch him, he held your shoulders, “But not today, okay? I really need to be inside you.” His voice was feather soft, caressing your cheek in assurance. He felt a little worried about your reaction but when you saw the look in his eyes, you nodded eagerly and settled down back on the sheets.

“Now tell me what you want me to do.”

You almost choked on air, sputtering, “Wha– you already know! Why do I have to say it…” Heat rushed to your cheeks because of his proposition. You hide your face behind your hands, lightly slapping his arm in protest.

Aaron knows everything so well and knows exactly what you want. It’s just that he has a habit of flustering you to no end, have you all shy in his arms before he indulged in you, devoured you. He finds so much pleasure in seeing you all shy and then moaning out his name to the world the very next moment.

He laughs, “Don’t hide yourself from me now. Or do you want me to tie your hands?”

You pulled your hands away from your face just to squint at him, shooting him a look of faux disinterest as if your heart isn’t just thundering against your ribcage, “You wouldn’t.”

“I never lie, sweetheart.”

That shut you up. You knew that riling Aaron up to no end would just end the night in a completely different state, till dawn even. Not that you minded, because it’s always a win-win situation.

Aaron placed an exaggerated kiss on your tummy, “Now tell me. I need instructions, baby. My patience is running thin.” You felt his thumb unconsciously graze the inside of your thighs.

"Aaron, please... Make love to me. I need to feel you," Your hands travelled up to thread through his hair, fingers caressing and tugging on his blonde locks, "Touch me, Aaron. Want you so bad." You internally whined because of how cringe you thought you sounded, but it’s a totally different story for your lover.

And then he was gone. It was a frenzy of emotions and actions as he sinked into you. Both of you moaned loudly at the feeling; so freakishly insane and beautiful that it knocked the air out of your lungs. It made you mad with emotions, this connection. It’s a reminder that Aaron was really yours and you were his, a reminder that despite whatever the world throws at you, the two of you still believe and love each other.

"I love you, Aaron." Those words escaped your lips inadvertently, his thrusts stuttering for a moment before he picked up his pace.

Both of you lost yourselves in the feeling of each other, each meeting increasing his pace as you met his thrusts. This was always something which felt beyond the description of 'beautiful', a state of infinite euphoria. An addicting ecstasy so delicious that it made you breathless, stars exploding behind your eyelids.

He felt so good, so freaking good. The blunt head of his cock touching parts inside of you that you thought was impossible. A particularly harsh thrust made your eyes roll back to your head. His movements are so fluid, so precise, so deep. He was driving you insane, that being his aim. You are addicted to the feeling, making you arch your back off the mattress.

Your warmth, wetness and tightness embraced him in a deliciously vice like grip, your scent reaching his senses and he was already drunk off of you. The squelching noise between your bodies grew, making your ears heat up but you also couldn't care less. This is your and Aaron's private moment after all.

Aaron groaned, his grunts growing louder with time, movements growing deeper, harder, “Oh, love. My beautiful, beautiful love,” He is practically a babbling mess, breathing heavily when you clenched around his length, your heat pulsing rapidly, “I love you so much, you have no idea.” That tugged at your heartstrings and you wanted to reply but you couldn't; his thrusts rendered you speechless and breathless.

It's pure instinct when he moves to embrace your entire figure within his arms, thrusting into you at a different angle which definitely felt even more deeper, hitting your spot so perfectly. Your gasps and moans fueled his urgent desire to feel you closer and make you come. His biceps flex as he pins you down, pounding mercilessly into you. You moaned his name like a prayer, chanting his name like he’s the only one filling each of your senses. Aaron. Aaron. Aaron.

He stared down at you; head thrown back, eyes clenched shut, moaning out his name in wanton as you moved together with his harsh and fast thrusts. You looked so beautiful in his eyes, his to love and his to hold. You feel like a dream to him, someone so gentle and kind, someone who took care of him in a way he never expected.

His hands grasped the comforter beside your head tightly at the increasing fervour of the movements. The room fills up with the sound of rapid skin-slapping, moans reverberating off the walls. He gasped for air, uninhibited moans escaping his pretty pink swollen lips. Your name leaving his lips in a state of absolute bliss, just you filling each and every fibre of his being. Aaron's eyebrows scrunched together, eyes closed in concentration to not let go soon. Sweat trickled down his temples and clavicle, landing on your chest. His cheeks were flushed pink, lips opening to let out a quiet moan, a whimper even.

Dear God, how is he so pretty?

You tightened so hard making Aaron throw his head back at the bliss, so wet and so warm, so tight; all for him.

That thought ignited something in him, hands fumbling down to hold your hips in place as his fingers trailed down your bottom to the back of your thighs, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist to adjust the angle and pace. He started thrusting harder and faster. Now, he was moving in a completely different pace.

"Aaron— ah— slow down— "

“I can't, love. You feel too good— ” He sucks in a breath when your hands trails up to embrace him, as if holding onto him for dear life.

Your fingers travel down his clavicle and rest just above his chest. Aaron looks down at you with hooded eyes, barely able to keep them open due to the ecstasy filling his senses. His eyes searched yours, for any sign for discomfort. When he found none, he relaxed a little. But then you had to run your mouth,

"God, you sound so good and feel so, so good. I could never— ah, shit— get tired of your voice. Your moans — "

Aaron cut you off with a groan, his hips slamming against yours in an unforgiving pace. He was slowly losing it, having already lost himself in you, he decides this wasn't enough. He needs to have you even closer.

"I need you to flip over for me, love," Aaron huffed, urgency lacing his voice as he pulled out of you. He helped you get into position, taking in a moment to marvel at your beautiful back, stretch marks painting parts of your skin. You are perfect in his eyes.

"You are so beautiful, love." He confessed, caressing your ass before lining himself to your entrance, "Right back in..." He gasped at your tightness again, warmth embracing him, heat travelling up his spine.

You moaned loudly, muffling the sounds against your pillow which smelled so much like Aaron; gardenias with a hint of peppermint. You were right near the edge and knew Aaron is right there with you, his hold on your hips tightening.

“I’m close— ” You breathlessly gasped, the coil tightening in your abdomen.

You were close, so close but Aaron pulled out. A cry of protest settled on your tongue before he flipped you on your back and pushed right back in, your wetness being more than enough lubricant to push himself into your plush warm walls. You screamed, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him closer to you.

“Right there with you, love,” Aaron has a habit, a natural response, an unspoken urge to always see your face when you come undone on him, for him, so lost in the pleasure that your climax always pushed his, “Come. Come on my cock, baby.”

The moment he said those words, the tightening coil inside you snapped. You moaned loudly, the climax hitting you in waves that you had to turn to your side and bury your face in the pillows to calm your voice. But Aaron wasn’t having it. He merely grabbed the pillow and threw it on the floor.

Your tightness triggered Aaron’s climax, hips stuttering against with no rhythm. You stared up at his beautiful face, trying to blink away the blur, “Want to come inside me, handsome?” You teased him which awarded you with a sharp thrust into your already sensitive walls. He playfully glared at you.

“If you continue talking to me like this, I’ll keep you up all the night. Till we see the dawn.” Aaron groaned, to which you feigned nonchalance. But it only ignited your excitement.

He leaned down to kiss you, wanting to muffle his grunts and moans as he felt himself coming. But this time, you are not having it. Wanting to hear his moans, you pulled him away as your fingers tugged on the roots of his hair. Aaron whined, you pulling on his hair immediately making him come.

Even though breathless, he still had to say,

"Oh love, I could stay inside you for the rest of my life. Hide you away from the world if that means I get to take you any time, every time."

• • • • • • • • • • •

(a/n 2: tbh reading his thoughts from his pov and his extreme desires and needs really makes me feel like he does dirty talk but in such a rich way, seducing you to no end)

© wishing--butterfly, 2023. Please do not plagiarize or repost without permission.

⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ SWEET OBSESSION

SUM. gojo is your childhood best friend so why does he watch p*rn of girls that look like you?…

PAIRING: childhood friend!satoru gojo x reader

CONTENT. nsfw, childhood friend troupe, gojo kinda a p*rn addict, kissing, creampie, overstimulation, tit worship, bde, jealous gojo, fingering, oral f!receiving, slight dacryphilia, dumbification, pet names, praise kink, spanking, squirting, nice gojo,

A/N: inspired by the manwha ‘Childhood Friend Complex’

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI.

satoru never liked using his brain too much when it came to relationships. people came in and out of his life and he just went with it. so knowing you for twenty-two years now was natural to him. your moms were best friends so it was just a thing to always see you. you were comfortable, he didn’t have to do anything. you argued and fought but it was never anything serious aftet a week. yes the longest you’ve argued was exactly seven days and you made up after that. why? because that was just how your relationship was.

so how did he end up here, watching your face twist in absolute pleasure as you cried for him to be more gentle….did it just happen or was it the small things…?

“wanna go eat?” satoru easily leaned against you as you studied.

your jaw clenched. “ow!” you dramatically snap, elbowing him in the gut. “get off me.”

“ow!” he grits his teeth, shoving you so you slid slightly off the bench.

“you’re so annoying, seriously!—“ you kicked him, completely throwing him off the bench. neither of you caring about the students passing around campus staring at you. his nerve twitched aggressively on his forehead making you break out laughing, only for him to grab the back of your shirt and yank you down. the one thing he did easily was cup the back of your head so it wouldn’t slam against the concrete. “what the hell!” you yell, not even noticing that little gesture.

“are you on your period or something, why’re you so mean today!” he shouts, rubbing his side.

but he notices you sitting up, slapping your hands to your face as you start shaking with frustration. “I’m just studying.” you fake gag, to which he jumps back. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this exam! It’s so bad! LIKE REALLY BAD!!!” satoru sits back on his hands as he listens to your crying rant until you’re sitting across from each other eating cheap pizza.

“stop i like these,” satoru tries to slap your hand away as you pick the olives from his pizza.

“no i like them more, stop being a baby,” you huff when he grabs your wrist and eats your whole finger taking the olive. you jerk back in disgust, he’s laughing as you wipe your hand on his shirt. “disgusting.”

because it was disgusting. you never thought about satoru, other than the fact that he was an annoying parasite that you doubt will ever leave your life. people doubted your friendship. it started in middle school when the question of if you like each other first came up. you both almost threw up at even being asked that question. but eventually it turned into even more of nuance, especially with the women that whispered about satoru, people highly doubted something platonic can be around someone that beautiful. but even so, nothing changed.

even as it came to the last year of university, all you could do was focus on your studies and the growing anxiety of graduating and actually finding a job. satoru was just someone that you spent a lot of time with. that’s it.

“you have to!” your friend, noah, groans, glaring at you as you both sit in the computer lab editing your final films.

“stopppp I don’t have time for this,” you whine, crying on the table as you push her face away from you.

your other friends take their headphones off as they join the conversation. and that conversation is about your nonexistent sex life.

your head falls back on the chair, staring up at the ceiling.

“just lose it tonight.” noah grabs your hand.

you glare at her, “ya definitely with the boyfriend I don’t have?”

“with anyone!”

you frown.

“everyone does it. seriously the first is just the ice breaker then you can do it with someone you actually like. the first guy just has to be attractive,” shoko — who’s not even a film student but is just here to bother you guys — says.

you whine, covering your ears because you already know how hot your face is and this was the only way you can preserve some of your dignity. “i…I don’t wanna talk about this.” you flush even more hiding in your shirt.

“why, do you want it to be romantic with rose petals everywhere—“

“no!” you blurt. “I-i just want it with someone i can trust…I don’t want anyone seeing me naked.”

“you’re such a baby. I’ve seen you naked a billion times, you’ve got a great body!—“

“I ate a lot during thanksgiving!” you whine, “no one is gonna like that, and I don’t have pretty lingerie—“

noah goes quiet as does shoko because standing by the door is satoru, his lips between his teeth, desperately trying to stifle his laughter.

you notice their eyes and glance up.

your vein snaps the second he breaks out laughing. tears fill his eyes as he cries, it was almost painful how much he’s laughing. “shut up!” you stand up, punching him hard in the stomach.

he buckles over, gasping, but it turns into more laughing on the ground. your jaw clenches, as you grab the back of his collar and pull him along with you. “shut the fuck up!” you groan as he continues laughing.

but eventually you end up at his apartment eating his moms cookies, because she of course gave them to him to give to you.

“do you have something to drink….like alcohol or something?” you mutter, stuffing your face in the kitchen.

satoru raises a brow, “since when do you drink?”

“UGHHHHHH can I do anything anymore!”

satoru cringes. “what the fuck…” he grabs some vodka, soda and two cups. the second he pours them together you snatch it from him and chug the entire thing. you slam the cup on the table.

you stare at him.

he stares back. his brow quirks.

“have you had sex?”

your question definitely flew out of your mouth faster than you could think, but then again, it’s just satoru so who cares.

he sighs, relaxing on the stool grabbing his own cup. you watch him as he takes a long time pouring himself a drink, then watch him slowly drink it. your eyes narrow in annoyance until he meets your eyes.

“i don’t wanna talk about it.”

your nose scrunches. “so you haven’t.” you roll your eyes.

“no! I didn’t say that!” he screeches, whining even more when you shrug him off grabbing some more alcohol to empty your brain.

“everyone’s obsessed with having sex. but guess what! not all of us can do it that easy! i have—i have….” you grab your head, screaming internally as you whine. he watches in amusement, you’ve gotten drunk a couple of times and it always made you do the stupidest shit which you’d regret the very next day.

“I don’t wanna hear it—“

“whatever,” you continue drinking. the topic changing with your mood as you both start bickering again then laughing, but you’re getting even more drunk. and maybe worse than you was satoru. satoru was now thinking about what you were going to say earlier. you have what? you have…needs? expectations?….but that made him start thinking about who would be your first. would they be a nice guy or a mean guy? would you kiss him? would you let them kiss you? what if they use you? what if they break your heart? what if they hurt you…

“fuck I’m drunk,” he grumbles out loud. glancing up at you who is scrolling through your phone. “what’re you doing?”

“huh?” you look up eyes heavy before going back to your phone. “noah and me are going on a blind date tomorrow with some guys.”

“what?!” he shouts, eyes wide. “are you horny or something?! just touch yourself to that ugly ass mma dude with the scar on his mouth—don’t sell your body!”

“I’m not selling anything,” you mutter lazily, still drunk texting your friend to confirm the date. “and nothings gonna happen, I’m not that easy.” you glare at him to which he rolls his eyes, yeah yeah.

satoru was many things. truly. but spying on your date was not one of them. it was an honest coincidence that him and suguru passed by a restaurant and he noticed you sitting by the window. he didn’t even think twice before slamming his hands against the glass scaring the living shit out of you.

you and noah both scream. but the second you recognize the idiot he’s already laughing, rubbing his face on the glass as if he isn’t the one getting all the germs on him. you flip him off and bang on the glass making him jump back laughing harder.

“leave,” you groan when he comes inside standing in front of the table as suguru stands a couple feet away giving you an amused wave. “take him with you.”

“what! I wanna eat here too, is that a crime?? you don’t own the place,” he smiles at you, only for you to scrunch your face in ugly annoyance, especially because it was embarrassing for him to see you on this stupid blind date. you stand up, apologizing to the men as you grab him by the collar pulling him with you.

he coughs, “you’re choking me.”

“I’m not,” you sigh when you manage to get him outside. your lips part as you cover your face suddenly.

his eyes go wide. “woah, i was just messing around, don’t be upset—“

“is this embarrassing?” you mutter through your hands. his brow rises, eyes growing even more when he sees your eyes peak between your fingers, almost seeing the steam coming off your face. what’s with this reaction? why did you kinda look cute?

“is it embarrassing that I’m going on a blind date with randos and I’m in my senior year of college?”

“it’s more embarrassing that you’re embarrassed,” you cover your face again.

you whine, “I know! I’m so nervous, this feels so weird.” you feel so out of your comfort zone. It’s never been hard to talk to people or guys, but in a setting where it’s a date, it was so foreign. “I’m gonna die alone, satoru.”

“ya probably,” he laughs, but then you lean your head against his chest.

“don’t say that,” you mutter. “I can do this.” unbeknownst to satoru who’s suddenly realizing that you actually want to be in a relationship with someone. maybe he shouldn’t be so mean then.

he pats your head. growing even more conflicted when he squints to see the guys you’re having dinner with. you weren’t the naive type, that’s unless it came to relationships and actually engaging with the opposite sex romantically. i mean he can still remember the first time a guy hugged you back in elementary school. the way you were having fun playing jump rope during recess and some boy suddenly stood in front of you stopping the game and then hugged you out of nowhere. you started screaming and hitting him back which resulted in you standing outside the principals office and satoru laughed.

albeit you were still young then so you didn’t know that meant that boy liked you. if he was to remember something more recent then maybe the time you went to the amusement park as a group and satoru knew for a fact one of his friends liked you. and yet the entire time you were absolutely dumb as a brick. laughing and having fun with him not realizing you were basically matching his energy until he tried to lean for a kiss and you backed away stumbling into satoru. it turned into a very awkward moment and satoru’s friend saying that you were leading him on. and now you’re here saying you want a serious relationship but could never take a hint even if it slapped you in the face?

satoru takes a deep breath. patting your head by accident. you look up, eyes so bright under the moonlight that it leaves him momentarily speechless. woah.

he looks away. rather too quickly to be subtle that you lean on your tippy toes grabbing his face with your hands.

“what is it?” you’re staring into his soul.

“nothing!” he tries to pull your wrists away, but why were your hands so soft against his cheek and strong?

“you just stared at me then jerked your head away. what were you thinking??”

“nothing! I just didn’t wanna see you cry like an ugly baby again!”

“I wasn’t crying!” you whine loudly, shoving him.

“you so were.”

“no!”

“yaaa!”

that went on for a couple seconds until you gave up with a scoff. “go, you’re so annoying.”

“gladly.”

satoru turns sharply, only to look over his shoulder again, you were walking back to the restaurant, his eyes skim down your outfit. you were wearing a pretty cute skirt, something he’d rarely ever seen you wear. you were always afraid of the wind or running and your skirt lifting up so you rarely wore them. but he’s never seen this one before, it was a cute black one. he’d definitely be all over it if it wasn’t you who was wearing it. you with your surprisingly soft hands, and big doe eyes. were your thighs just as soft? would they fill his palms if he squeezes them?

his mind easily remembered the question you asked him yesterday. have you ever had sex? why’re you thinking about things like that? is that why you’re on this blind date? did you wanna fuck one of these guys? if he was thinking about how nice the skirt made your thighs look, what’s stopping those guys from thinking the same thing—

“here.”

you pause as you feel satoru tie his jacket around your waist.

“it’s not cold.”

“whatever, take it, it doesn’t match my outfit anyways.” he lies, and you shrug taking it aggressively, trying to say you’re still annoyed by him as you walk inside. that’s when satoru steps in again, grabbing your wrist gently.

“don’t drink too much.”

“okay, dad,” you scoff.

satoru mimics you before rolling his eyes. “I’m just being considerate, idiot. you’re the one that says you wanna wake up early this entire week to finish editing.” you fall silent, frowning as you pucker your lips.

“ya ya.” you give in.

however even though he told you not to drink, that didn’t stop him from worrying. especially when he was in a private karaoke suite with a bunch of hot women and suguru.

“she’s probably still out with those uglies,” satoru mutters, knee bouncing as one of the other girls gets up to sing. that’s when satoru notices she’s wearing the same skirt as you, but it’s not nearly as fitting on her as it was on you.

suguru raises the can to his lips. “if you’re so worried, call her.”

“we’re in a fight right now. she has to call me first.” he crosses his arms leaning back into the couch, legs spread wide.

“how’re you fighting?”

“we just are.”

suguru met satoru in middle school. he was also one of the kids that assumed satoru had a crush on you or was dating you. how would he know? the two of you were inseparable. but the confirmation you two weren’t dating, only opened more stupid thoughts in suguru’s head, such as: you will date in the future then. but that idea became spotty. he no longer understood your relationship especially during high school and especially in college. you were childhood friends since birth, you knew basically everything about each other, both of you swearing up and down that you can’t stand to look at the other, both of you almost throwing up (no joke) when you were put in a closet for seven minutes in heaven back in eleventh grade….and yet satoru seems to have a very specific type.

satoru arrived back at his apartment pretty late. but nonetheless as he leaned back into his bed after a nice shower he easily opened up his phone and scrolled to his messages where suguru sent him another video on x.

“fuck.”

satoru teased himself over his shorts as he watched the explicit video of a girl laying on her back, legs spread as she’s getting fingered while sucking her lover off. it was one of the many videos satoru would watch, even asking suguru to send him more videos of women that look like her. it was subconscious. the sudden spark that would ignite in him when he’d watch videos of women that look like this. he didn’t know why, but that didn’t stop him from tightening his grip on his cock as he tugged and squeezed his painful dick.

his eyes were growing heavy as he felt the arousal buildup, his fat cock desperately wanting to release but then—

BUZZ BUZZ

his breath hitched seeing your face on his screen.

why the fuck are you FaceTiming him?? he clicks decline. cheeks flush as he tries to get in the mood again, but you’re calling again. he declines. that’s when a rapid number of texts start coming one after the other. your messages were spotty. broken words, the sentences weren’t even making sense except for a couple that would say ‘answer’ or in all caps ‘HELLOOOO’ .

his blood level is spiking, cheeks flooding red seeing your stupid face on his screen again that he finally answers.

“WHAT?!”

you’re walking outside, brows pinched as you finally see his face fill your screen.

“i drank too much. and missed the last train…come, satoruu.” you’re whining and throwing a tantrum as you plead with him.

his throat bobs as he sees you squat by a bench. your neckline dipping to show a little of your cleavage and he accidentally squeezes his cock. a choked grunt escapes his lips as you frown even more. your cute face scrunching and your cheeks flushed adorably, fuck you looked completely wasted.

“why is your face all red?”

his heart stops. “it’s not.”

“your face is all flushed.”

“no. you’re just fucking drunk.”

you frown, “come get me, please please pleaseee”

….fucking idiot.

your eyes light up as you see the familiar motorcycle pull up. you bounce up to your feet, with a huge smile as the rain pours down, you were using his jacket as a cover as you run over to him. “satoru!” you cry, hugging him tight as he pats your back, annoyed.

it took almost an hour for him to find you because you had no idea where you were. he couldn’t even go to the restaurant because you all went to another bar, but you weren’t paying attention to the name when you walked in and after you all walked by the water before everyone went their separate ways. so satoru was driving around the entire city, growing annoyed by each passing second, especially when your phone died and it started raining.

“what happened to that fucking portable charger you used with my money?”

“i lent it to noah,” you lean against his leg as thunder starts cracking above pouring even more. you definitely were wearing the worst outfit for the rain. your skirt was dripping wet, stinking to your thighs, and as for the baby blue blouse that was tied with two dingy strings in the back, well it was sticking to your very full chest so that he could see your black bra so easily through the thin material.

his cheeks went hot.

“get on,” he pulls the extra helmet out from the seat handing it to you. it fit perfectly, considering that when he bought the motorcycle he also bought two helmets. one for him and one for you.

you’re a little unsteady, his hand holding your arm as you slip his jacket on, and climb behind him. your stomach growling. “im hungry.”

“shut up.”

he makes sure your arms are secure around his torso. “don’t let go.”

“obviously.” you huff, squeezing tighter as you come closer to him, he can feel you shivering behind him as more rain pours down. he’s silent as he starts his engine again his hand giving yours a squeeze. in response you squeeze back, signaling that you’re ready.

the city was still awake as you drove. your eyes bright under the mask as you looked at the lights. your mind so in the clouds that you didn’t even regret drinking so much, even though it was still pouring, you felt so alive. you were so lost in your head that you even pushed back that feeling you felt earlier. especially after what happened at the bar…

“are you okay?” satoru yells as he feels you squeeze him a little tighter,

you hum, before realizing that he can’t hear you. “ya!” your sing song voice has him laughing, driving just a little faster. he didn’t think about the satisfying feeling that stirred inside him when you pressed yourself fully against his back. your thighs squeezed the seat, as you came closer to him, moving your arms from his torso to stretch your arms out.

satoru was quick to grab your arm and put it back around his torso, gripping your wrist tight:

“idiot!”

you laugh as he drives faster the rain was lighting up, no longer pouring like before. you yell for him to go faster and he does just a little almost running a red light before stopping at the next one. this gave him the chance to look over his shoulder.

“i told you not to move.”

“i was stretching, idiot.”

he tsks, “same thing.” your arms wrap around his torso fully as you press your chest against his shoulder blades, whining in the helmet. “don’t fucking cry.”

“im not crying. my clothes are all soaked because of the seat and my panties are wet too now!”

what the fuck?! satoru mentally screams, are you dumb? you can’t say things like that to him. he’s still a man at the end of the day. asking him about sex, wearing a short skirt. you’re you! the stupid idiot that’s been stuck by his side since practically ever. but now there is an explicit image in his head of your panties being soaked to transparency. were they black like your bra. what if they’re blue like your blouse? and now they’re so wet from the rain and sitting on his seat that it’s stuck to your folds—

“s-shut up!” he stammers, so hyperaware of your proximity that he feels his lower stomach burning up. your legs were all wet and your thighs were pressing into his side.

satoru wanted to drive faster to finally get you away from him, but he was also aware of your safety.

“finally!” you sigh, arms in the air as he parks his motorcycle in front of his high end apartment complex. “help me.”

satoru sighs, taking off his helmet and turning in the seat to help you. your leg casually moves on his thigh as he tilts your chin up, undoing the clip. he can feel your eyes on him under the mask, but his own mistakenly drift down to your skirt which was lifted high up your thigh revealing a glimpse of your very soaked panties.

you take the helmet off. your eyes blinking as satoru remains sitting, turning away from you. “let’s go inside, I’m hungry.” you move off the bike as satoru still remains seated ,his hand covering his face. your brow quirks. “satoru.” you move to touch his shoulder when he grabs your wrist. your eyes wide. “woah, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

he lets go, grabbing his helmet and going inside.

sometimes he thanks god that there is no such thing as mind readers. because if their was one, he’d definitely be labeled as a fucking pervert. the image of your panties was imprinted in the front of his brain as he replayed that image over and over. have you ever had sex? your stupid question sent him into a spiral. who’s gonna be the one to see your panties? were they gonna treat you well? would he treat you well? would they peal your panties to the side and see your wet glistening pussy—

“satoru, go make some ramen,” you push him into the kitchen. your arms stretching above your head as you groan. “i had such a long day. I’ll need to get up early tomorrow too. I don’t think i can.”

the way you were talking sounds like you’ve sobered up some more. you were still pretty hyper and in a good mood, which he found interesting. that’s when he finally asked about your date.

“oh it was good. he’s an architecture major. they’re always doing projects and their classes are just as long as my film classes,” satoru hums. “oh i should call my mom. i told her I’d tell her when I’m home.”

satoru doesn’t even respond because you’re stupid date is now on his mind. did you tell him about your projects too? but you usually brainstorm with him. you probably didn’t. you don’t know how to talk to guys anyways. but you still looked to be in a good mood. satoru poured the ramen into two bowls as he dropped a hard boiled egg in each. “here you go.”

he places your bowl in front of you. he glances up and his heart nearly stops.

your eyes are wide as you stare at his phone screen and he knew exactly what you were looking at because he could hear it. the lewd sounds of some girl choking on a guys cock and the squelching of her pussy as she’s getting finger-fucked to tears, even the clap of his palm hitting her pussy rang in his ears and made him see bright pink—

“christ, y/n!” satoru yanks his phone from your grasp as he x’s out. his ears were bright red. as he feels his face unbelievably flushed. “what the hell.”

satoru can’t even bare to look up to see your face and wait to hear your loud laugh. but he still does. his eyes go wide.

you’re not laughing. your eyes were down as you stared at your lap and your hands balled into fists around your wet skirt. you looked like the most flustered person in the world. satoru felt another wave of pink wash his face as he stared at you’re flustered face. he can’t remember ever seeing that reaction from you.

“sorry.” you finally mutter. “i was just gonna text my mom. but i opened and um…yea.”

satoru felt even more embarrassed just hearing you explain and apologize.

“it’s fine. just eat.”

he shoves your bowl closer to you as he also starts shoving his face. you awkwardly take the chopsticks and start eating. the sound of your slurping echos in the living room which made your mind wander back to what just happened and the tension only grew. satoru grabbed the remote and turned on the most random show you both have seen before just to fill the awkward silence.

you felt so sober. like the video snapped you back to sanity that even you could process what you’d seen.

“do you watch porn a lot?”

satoru chokes. he coughs violently, glancing at you. “shut up.”

“it’s just a question.” you huff.

satoru keeps his eyes on the tv, “it’s a stupid fucking question.”

“you didn’t even bother swiping out, kinda makes it seem like you watch it a lot.”

“I don’t!” satoru’s face is bright red, almost flaring so bright he might catch on fire. you feel overwhelmed seeing him like this, especially when he runs a hand through his hair almost pulling at it.

but a few more minutes pass. after you finish your food. the next episode playing, and you open your mouth again.

“she kinda looks like me..”

“huh?”

“the girl in the video kinda looks like me.”

satoru snickers, loudly. you narrow your eyes. “no she doesn’t.”

“ya she does, her hair is the same and she’s the same size as me too-“

satoru rolls his eyes shaking his head, what kind of assumption even is that? “her boobs are much bigger than yours.”

“they literally aren’t!”

“oh ya? then prove it!”

“fine!”

it seems that both of you have lost some brain cells, because your arms are pulling at the wet strings of your blouse, tossing it off, leaving you in your tight skimpy black bra. satoru swallows thickly as he feels his cheeks flush again. your skin was damp, and your chest was heaving slightly from the fueled fight.

“same size.”

satoru leans his chin in his hand. eyes looking at your chest. “I can’t see.”

fuck, he really is a pervert. it’s you for crying out loud. just yell at him and call him a fucking weirdo. but instead you’re grumbling and moving your arms behind your back, unclasping the material until your bra is landing on your lap letting your full tits hang out. satoru’s hand envelopes his chin and mouth as he stares. your nipples were pretty, his mouth salivating as they turned hard.

“now you can’t say anything.” you feel warm. you want to cover yourself, but he was staring so hard, he’s never stared this hard before. and at you nonetheless. it was making you feel warm all over.

satoru rubs his chin, his chest was hammering as he felt so fucking confused. you look so fucking hot, and your eyes were not looking away from him.

“satoru?”

“hmm?”

“admit it.”

he grins, “admit what?”

“that the girl looks like me.”

“what girl?”

“the one in the video!” you slap his chest, and he’d slap you back if he didn’t catch the way your boobs bounced slightly from the action.

he leaned forward, hand placed in front as his hand moves to your tit. “the girl in the video doesn’t have this.” his thumb brushes a small mole under your nipple, one that he’s never seen before.

you hold his wrist, confused. you’re always confused, but never about satoru. no he was the only thing you’re ever sure about. you knew everything about him, seriously everything. but you don’t know about his sex life, or that he watches porn, or what kind of face he’s making right now…you didn’t want to admit it, but you liked not knowing something about him.

“what?” your head tilts, wet hair swaying that satoru can’t help but smile nervously.

“you have a couple moles here,” he’s staring up at you. still leaning against his arm. his eyes fall down to your perky tits. “let me…” his words are stopped by his own actions. his lips wrapping around your nipple sucking gently.

you gasp in shock, hand falling behind you as the other touches his shoulder. his lips suck like a greedy baby until it feels like he’s kissing you and swirling his tongue around the bud. “s-satoru…” you gasp in pleasure. “what’re you doing?” your fist tightens on his shirt.

he’s not drunk. but his head is filled with heat, his lips can’t stop attacking your boobs. fuck he loved hearing your little gasp, and sucking your nipple was making him so fucking turned on. he wanted more.

you whine under your breath, gently pushing his shoulder back away from your chest until his lips unattach, leaving a string of spit connecting his lower lip and your nipple. “you’re being weird.” you’re slightly out of breath, especially when you’re staring down at your best friend, his face completely flushed and his eyes darker than usual. “it’s not fair that you’re seeing me like this.”

“you’re the one who wanted to compare,” satoru snickers, sitting up. “are you embarrassed?”

“no.” you frown, moving to cover your tits up but he moves to grab your chin, his thumb caressing your cheek unexpectedly.

“we didn’t finish comparing?”

you raise a brow, only to feel satoru moves his arms around your waist pulling you forward letting you fall back, catching yourself with your arms. “wait, what’re you—satoru!”

fuck. his eyes were big, staring between your spread legs. your panties were still wet and completely transparent that he felt himself grow more pre-cum into his boxers.

“I’m surprised you didn’t wanna change,” he’s almost mumbling, dragging his hands across your thighs, squeezing the flesh making you flush deep. you move a hand to his shoulder again, especially when he leans down, kissing your sternum. it was surreal hearing the sounds of his lips leave wet kisses across your breasts. your legs were spreading unconsciously the more he leaned down, his hand rubbing your thighs.

“you never wear low tops, is it because of your tits?” he laughs against your skin, making your cheeks hot.

“you’re not being fair,” you push him back, sitting up.

he frowns, “what?”

once you’re sat, your hand moves down under his shirt. you immediately feel his abs, your cheeks grow warm as you caresses his skin. “do you jerk off a lot?”

his head falls back. “quit asking about that.”

“why?”

“because I don’t wanna tell you.”

“but why?”

“because!”

“because why?!”

“because it’s fucking nasty, you don’t need to hear it!”

your eyes narrow. his cheeks are red and his own brows are creased together. you lean forward, hand going up his chest, until it rests on his sternum. “you never talk about sex….are you a prude or something?”

his jaw clenches, swallowing thickly as he feels your hand push his shirt up, helping him take it off. seeing your satoru so flustered was making you jittery. since when was he so cute and fucking hot. his body was definitely bigger than the average guy. was he always this big? i mean you were taller when you were younger but he basically hit the ceiling in eighth grade and just got taller since. but for some reason you didn’t notice him building so much muscle. “did you get bigger?”

his eyes stare at every move you’re doing. “ya I guess,” he took up mma earlier this year too for no apparent reason. “you like?”

you hum, “it’s hot.” you eye his firm abs, your legs squeezing together as you watch the way his stomach flexes, your finger circling his nipple.

“shit.” your lips connect with his nipple, sucking gently making him jump. you hum around him in pleasure as he lets you suck for a couple seconds before pulling you off. his face beat red, holding your shoulder back. “what’re you doing??”

“I’m just doing what you did?”

were you really clueless?

“you…” he feels so flustered, the way your cute lips wrapped around his nipple, arching over him as you sucked. “i can only do that.”

“why? i liked it, so i did it to you??” you were annoyed with him. why is he being so confusing? “what—hey!”

his hand covers your eyes because he couldn’t handle the way you’re staring up at him topless and dumb brained. “stop talking.”

“what’re you—“ his lips brush yours, hesitating for a second before kissing you.

you’re frozen, lips part as he continues kissing you. “kiss me back.” he whispers. you feel like burning through your skin as you kiss him back. his hand still over your eyes as he kisses your bottom lip, sucking it, only for you to hold his wrist . fuck you’re so submissive.

you pull away, lips wet as you remove his hand. his eyes flick down to your chest as you stare up at him.

“how was it?”

your cheeks are so cute and full, and he almost has to bite his tongue when you lean forward and hold his face. “another one.”

ah fuck. his lips crash into yours again. it was messier this time. your lips felt so inexperienced against his, but feeling your tongue try and play with him and follow his lead had him yearning for more. you’re so cute. his hand moves to grab your boob again, squeezing it in his palm as you whine, hand moving up to grab his fluffy hair. “ach…toru,” you pant, catching your breath. “I like kissing.”

“i bet.”

you’re still panting, lips grazing his again as you move closer to him, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “have you kissed anyone before?”

why’re you asking him these questions?!

“it doesn’t matter.”

you’re so drunk off his lips that you kiss him again and again. his arms move to wrap around you, hoisting you on his lap as you pant, hands holding his cheeks as he feels your ass. his mind was going crazy as his palms groped you. your cheeks were so soft as he kneaded the flesh.

you wanted more….why have you never experienced this before? and satoru was here the whole time. if you knew he would be here you should’ve brought it up sooner. wait…what’re you thinking? should you be doing this? this isn’t something you should do with him—

“satoru,” your arms wrap around his shoulders, face hot as you press yourself against his chest. dodging his lips so it connects with your cheek.

he groans, the deep low rumble making you flush. “don’t turn away from me.” he huffs, grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together.

you squirm, hitting his forearm as you shake your head, but he just laughs. “stoph hit.” he laughs even more as you talk with your cheeks squished until you start pulling his hair, hard.

“ack!” he winces as you tug harshly making him loosen his grip on your face and reach for his head. you’re laughing, until you feel something hard between your legs.

your face bursts with heat as you freeze. satoru grunts, yanking your wrist from his hair. he then notices your tense body, your eyes looking down at your seat. he immediately realizes what’s going on and feels more heat rush to his head. “are you gonna do something?”

your words had him staring at you with wide eyes. “oh um ya.”

he does a cautious roll of his hips, pushing his bulge against your wet panties, the feeling wasn’t foreign. you’ve touched yourself more than once, but it definitely was different. you had more of a reaction, especially as you smelled his aroma. you’ve never been affected by his scent till now. you remember all through middle school when you’d both finish soccer practice, but satoru reeked like no other. especially when he’d come back from jujutsu practice in high school and would purposely bother you. however seeing his face so flush now, and the small beads of sweats sent a new kind of pleasure flooding between your legs.

“can you take your pants off?”

his throat bobs as he hums lifting his hips up as you move to sit next to him watching him shuffle out of his cargo pants. your eyes focused on the prominent outline of his dick through his boxers. he turns back after discarding the annoying material, his breath catches.

you looked so flustered.

his mind was recalibrating. is this a good idea? will this ruin your friendship?

“I’ll take mine off too.” you mutter, only for satoru to almost faint. his hand stretching out to hold your wrist. you glance up, and he immediately realizes how confusing this ordeal is and he doesn’t care. his lips attack yours again. the moan that comes from the back of your throat has him groaning. he cradles your head, tongue playing with yours as you whine, touching his chest as you feel his muscles under your palm. it was electric, the chills that broke across your body as the sudden pulse between your legs the more satoru’s hands squeezed and caressed.

“spread your legs.”

you obey so easily you’re immediately embarrassed. cheeks hot as you stare up at satoru as he licks his lips. your hands fall on your chest, tummy warm as he trails his palm down until his finger plays with the waistband of your panties.

he glances up. “why didn’t you wear any shorts?”

“they were in the laundry…” you flush. satoru hums, still fiddling with your panties, the tension rising even more. you moved to close your legs, but he pushes his body between them, preventing you from achieving your goal. his arm wraps around one of your legs, hoisting it up on his shoulder and kissing your calf.

why the fuck?! your skin broke into a hot mess, eyes dizzy as his thumb caressed your clothed pussy, as he left kisses up your legs. his thumb pushing your transparent panties between your wet folds, smiling at the squeak you let out once he found your clit. “ya look so dumb.” he laughs, making you huff — you cover your face, but his hand reflectively catches your wrist pulling it down.

“you just made fun of me.”

“it was a joke.” he sighs, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “i was just joking, idiot.”

you scoff, moving your hand to grab his hair until he catches it again. your brows pinch in annoyance. why is he suddenly using his strength against you? he’s never like that. satoru liked being messed with, and now that you’re thinking about it, he’s manhandled you a couple times without you even noticing. but why are you suddenly aware of it now?

satoru’s eyes narrow once you turn your face away, closing your eyes. “what the hell?”

“what?”

“why’re you looking away?”

“your face is ugly.”

he scoffs, “so why am I staring at you?”

“cuz im not ugly.”

he laughs loud. “as if.” he notices the vein popping in your head. “lemme see that ugly face.”

his hand grabs your face, once again, forcing you to look at him against your will, your eyes remained shut, so he decided to lean even closer, and lick your eye.

“ew, satoru!” your eyes blink open as you try to wipe your eye, but satoru can only lick your cheek then. even spitting. “what the hell?!” you whine as he continues to litter your face with his salvia. the licks turn into very wet kisses as he licks your ear and cheek, biting your bottom lip and running his tongue over it. you’re initial disgust oddly and quickly, morphes into surprising pleasure. your nails scratching his undercut, dragging them to his damp curls as he grunts in pleasure.

his hips start to rock into you again, it felt even better without his pants. he felt like a dog, so desperate for relief, but also finding more pleasure in the slow burn of it.

“you’re so disgusting,” you sigh into his lips.

his lips curl, “fine by me.” his tongue laps at your lips dramatically, making you flush because you weren’t disgusted by it. “not gonna push me off?” he chuckles.

“no,” you sigh, holding his neck as you pull him to your lips again. your tongue sticks out as he smiles, licking yours as he lets a small amount of spit go into your mouth. you tug his hair, but not in the usual way.

his judgement now completely clouded, he suddenly pushes his body up and grabs your legs easily. your lower half is on his lap giving him easy access to bury his face between your legs.

you gasp, back arching in surprise. “satoru!” you cry, eyes wide as he pushes your panties to the side, kissing your folds. what the fuck is this look? he looked completely hypnotized. eyes drunk as his tongue pushed between your folds, licking a bold strip up to your clit, making your whole body shudder.

“did ya learn this from p-porn?” you gasp, pushing his hair back as he moans into your pussy. your arousal fills his tastebuds as he slurps more.

“stop asking about that.” he groans, especially when you start tugging his hair, but instead of his usual annoyed face, his eyes flutter shut, the tugging egging him on. “taste so good.” he moans, pushing his tongue into your pussy hole as his nails dig into your thighs. the sounds of his lips against your pussy were lewd. your eyes fluttering shut as you felt something inside you. your pussy was drenched, the sweet taste of your arousal coating satoru’s tongue filling his head. his best friend tastes like heaven!

“sa-ah-toru—more, ungh ngh more,” you whine, tugging his hair harder as you buck your hips to meet his lips, eyes hazy as you gasp, moans getting a little more high pitched as satoru sucks your clit into his mouth. he was being greedy, hearing you cry out loudly, pulling his hair hard until you cum.

your legs shake as you press his face against your pussy, feeling him groan, not realizing he was looking at you the entire time until you’re pushing his head back.

“fuck, you’re mean,” he groans rubbing his head from the harsh tugging. your chest is heaving as you stare up at the ceiling. you’ve never cum that hard when you touched yourself. “y/n?”

satoru moves into your line of vision. his face flushed as he stares down at you. his mouth and chin covered in your juices making your pussy clench. fuck his dick really hurts. your hand reaches up, and satoru leans down licking your palm as you wipe the mess off his face. “you’re such a dog,” you tsk. his eyes lighting up as he leans down, kissing your neck.

“but you’re the one being such a good girl,” his words sent a red hot blaze pierce through your veins.

your hand moves to your face covering your mouth as you look away. “s-shut up, dog.”

satoru’s eyes go dark, you were so fucking hot. his arms easily lift your legs up, pulling your skirt and panties off, tossing them aside. you glance up, heart beating rapidly, he was pushing his boxers down—

what the fuck.

s-satoru was big.

fuck, why was he so big?? your tummy felt hot as you reach for his neck. “sat—“ his tongue pushes into your lips, swallowing your words as he pumps his cock, wincing slightly as he drags his tip between your folds making you gasp.

“wrap your arms around me.”

his command was easily obeyed, and in seconds, his arm wraps under your ass lifting you both up. you press your cheek to his as you pant. “he really is strong”.

“i know,” he laughs, making you speechless at the cockiness. fuck he really is a dick. satoru is kissing you nonstop. eyes open as he makes his way to his bathroom, leaning you on the counter, arm still around your waist as he rummages through the cabinet and ripping open the condom box. it was messy. he falls back on the ground where your clothes are and rips the condom open.

“you’re so fucking wet,” he points pushing his tip inside without warning. he’s kneeling with spread legs, holding your thigh and lower back angling your hips up. this was unlike anything ever.

your throat is dry, full of shocked gasps and surprised moans. “w-wait…” your lashes flutter, chest heaving as you stare up at your best friend. “you wanna have sex with me?”

satoru snorts, nails digging into your flesh as he leans over, bending you up so he can be up in your space. “i know you’re slow, dummy.” he bites your cheek. “but we’re both naked right now. I just sucked on your fat tits, and my dick is really fucking hard because of you so ya, we’re gonna have sex.”

“ookay.”

satoru melts.

he buries his face in your neck. your heart beating quicker as he turns his face to your neck as you feel his lips move. “one word?”

“ya. I wanna do it.” satoru trails his lips to your ear. his breath was hot and heavy especially with his annoying dick poking its tip on your clit.

“do you wanna do it with me?”

you can’t pinpoint the reason your heart skipped a beat. but you hum to his question. “please.” you roughly tug his hair up, a groan escapes his lips as he sits up, grabbing your thigh and dragging his cock between your folds. his eyes are laser focused on the first stretch of your hole, pushing his pink tip inside.

you squirm, head turning at the painful stretch. satoru however groans in absolute pleasure, your soft walls squeezing him so beautifully. “fuck you’re amazing.” your tits heave, hand holding his wrist as he drags his cock out and back in. your body feels hot as satoru starts fucking his hips faster, the pace picking up making your body squirm as you whimper.

“s…slow—slow please—“ you reach for his bicep, eyes wide as you feel the stretch sting, a shock running up your spine.

“you’ve never liked anything slow before,” his devilish smile makes you dizzy. you knew satoru was a cocky bastard, but seeing him like this was making your mind cloudy. but he still slides his hand below to the dimple of your lower back, smiling the second he pressed into it making your back arch like a button. “ha good girl.”

“satoru!” you moan out as you feel him slide deeper, his words were mean, like always, but his touch was gentle and intimate.

how else would he handle you? he wasn’t even conscious of it, because he always handled you with care. your soft skin like smooth glass, your whimpers like soft melodies — he wanted to hear you more clearly, his best friend that sounds so fucking hot whimpering and crying because of him. he leaned back lifting your legs up as he kissed your inner knee, pressing his cheek against your leg as he watched the drag of his fat cock disappear into his childhood friends pussy.

your eyes were big and full of bliss as he thrusted into you. your pussy sucking him in with each clap, as he groans. fuck you were beautiful to look at. you pussy crying as he hammered himself deeper into you, his mind going hazy as he saw another side of you. one so intimate it was only fitting for him to see.

“ngh ugh, wha-toru, I’m gonna c-cum!” a sudden glint shot in his eyes, your moans making his stomach flip with excitement as he smiled so big you crashed out.

“s-shit!” he swore loudly— you cried, squeezing him to death as you shook with pleasure. satoru released the coil he was holding back, filling the condom with his hot seed. “didn’t think you’d cum that fast.” he chuckled, pulling out and wrapping the condom and tossing it to the side. you were panting, but you felt his arm lift your legs up, staring down at your messy hole.

he slid your body to the side, it was embarrassing how easy he handles your body. you were a heaving mess, not realizing he was rubbing his raw cock between your folds again. until he grunts a gentle… “take it again.”

your hand shoots out grabbing his forearm, your nails digging into his skin as you gasp, cheeks flush as you look up at him and your breath fucking catches. his cheeks were just as flushed, his chest sweaty and hair pushed back as he gripped your thighs, with one single muscular arm, keeping your legs together and to the side as he kept his own big thighs spread apart as he pressed his still erect dick against you. has he always been this hot?

“you wanna take it again, right?” satoru rests his cheek against your legs, hugging them close like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“h-how can you go again?” you pant, still holding his arm as you glance away from him. suddenly feeling embarrassed by his unwavering gaze.

satoru slides his engorged tip past your folds, rubbing his pre-cum with your slick. “because i thought about being inside you again…” his jaw clenches as pushes in feeling you squirm again. “and ngh fuck it made me wanna fuck you again. feel you clench around me raw.”

you choke as he slides deeper than before. “I wanna see ugh if i can put it-it all in this time—fuck!” satoru throws his head back as he pushes in your tight fucking pussy. keeping your legs together like this was making you even tighter and it felt so delicious.

“y-you put it in before—“

“not all of it, pretty.”

even though your childhood friend’s dick is currently inside you, pulsing and stretching you out in ways you couldn’t even imagine, the thing that made your skin break into a hot mess was hearing that one silly nickname. “shit, you’re squeezing me to death, pretty girl,” satoru chokes as you clench around him again. “fuck.”

you’re burying your face to the side, face hot as satoru grips your legs, abs clenching as he feels your gummy walls tighten around him. “s-shut up.”

his eyes flick over to your turned face. “wh-what?” his jaw is clenched as he grunts again, jamming his cock deeper making you claw at your shirt on the floor. “fuck-you’re fucking tight, baby.”

your hand goes up to his face, covering his mouth as you squeeze around him again and that’s when the realization dawns on his flushed face.

you feel a devilish smile form under your hand which drops when he pulls out, grabbing your legs and hoisting them up. he slides his entire length in causing your arm to fall. he grabs your wrist, swearing with a smile as he pants. “what is it, pretty?”

“d-don’t!” your eyes flutter , as you try to turn your face again but his grip on your wrist was tight as he pulls out, glancing down at the slick that fully coats the base of his throbbing cock, and pushing it back inside you hearing the squelch. he starts to pick up an even pace that sends shocks of pleasure through your body.

“ah fuck, you’re such an idiot,” satoru grunts, leaning down as he fucks you harder, the claps of his thighs meeting your ass made your head spin. his hand slid to hold your cheek the drool coating his palm as he turned your face over. “ah..aha ya that’s it.” he felt your hot breath fan right on his face as he stared at how pretty you are letting him fuck you. and you were getting soo turned on by silly nicknames, your pussy felt even sweeter. “cmon, praise me too. ngh tell me how much ya like it, baby.”

“i-i like it,” you gasp, whining when he pushed one leg down and holding one up to his chest fucking you deep. “angh tor-u fuck I like it—I like it!—you’re dick is fucking me so good! angh so big—“

you can’t even register the fact that you’re climaxing until you were gasping in his kisses. “you’re so hot when you cum, pretty girl.” your thighs clench together as he drools in your kiss until you’re meeting his same energy and force. his kisses were so messy and mean, like you were going to disappear, but his hand cradled the back of your head like his most precious thing. you whine in his mouth, hand going to wrap around his shoulders. “easy,” he sighs, once again handling you gently as he turns you around, kissing your shoulder as he keeps a secure arm around your waist, right under your tits.

“j-just tell me to turn,” you heave, chest rising and falling as you come down from the previous orgasms. you feel satoru smile as he rests his cheek on your shoulder looking up at you as you glance down.

“but you’re just my dumb pretty girl. I haveta do everything for ya. ain’t that right?” you glare at him, of course he’s still a fucking smartass. but still it makes your cheeks hot and your eyes roll. “no comeback?”

“you want me to say something?”

satoru smiles, kneeing your legs apart as he presses his leaky dick against your pussy. “my name wouldn’t be bad..,.angh haha there we go, you’re so sensitive,” he chuckles feeling your pussy flutter against his tip.

your arm holds his as you squirm. “fuck, angh why are you so big?”

“you almost sound like you’re complaining?”

you whine as he pushes in again, the stretch was fucking thrilling, “because I amm!”

“ah!” you yell, the spank to your clit pulsing. “what the fuck!” you glare at him, and he breaks into a laugh as he kisses your neck, his tongue running in circles as he pushes his painfully hard cock even deeper, groaning as he slaps your clit again to be even more mean.

“ahh!” you cry, nails digging into the forearm under your tits. your pussy was twitching like crazy, gripping him much tighter than before, clearly sensitive from the abuse he was giving your poor swollen clit. “s-satoru, stop hitting it.”

“holy fuck, you feel like heaven,” he continues to play with your clit no longer slapping it, but rubbing harsh circles and occasionally pinching it to invoke a deathly squeeze that left his entire body shaking from the edging.

your eyes begin to cross as he starts going faster again, his pace was always building up, but he was going for much longer than you were expecting. his arm moved up, grabbing a handful of your tits as he scratched and twisted your nipple making you cry, head falling back on his shoulder.

“just like that, babygirl,” he laughed, bouncing you on his dick as you grow dumber by the second. “my dumb baby! fuck your pussy is so good!” your juices coat his thighs and balls, it was so cute how much of a mess you were making.

your head is spinning at the relief and pleasure coursing through your veins.

“ngh fuck, toru, you’re so big, faster—pleaseplease…nghh ha ha!” you were absolutely delirious.

satoru was fucking pussy whipped, his cock hurt with the edging he was doing, slowling the pace when he’d feel himself about to cum, then picking it up again to make you cum on his dick. he was selfish. very much so that he needed you on every level, including this, and he didn’t even realize how starved he was until he got a taste of you.

“scream my name, shit—I’m gonna cum, fuck wanna fill you up!” satoru’s deep grunts and moans was fucking hypnotizing,

your insides tightening, stomach clenching as you cry, turning your face to kiss him. it was messy, and barely a kiss as you moaned into his mouth, tears running down your face as you felt his fat cock start to twitch and grow inside you, every vein sliding against your walls as he holds you up with his strong arm.

“come on—cmon hngh cum with me,” satoru was shaking as he held you unbelievably close fucking his hips even harsher and faster the clapping filled your ears until he started groaning loudly.

“satoru!”

he couldn’t even register what happened.

the relief that burst in white ropes filled his soul. his drawn out groan became hiccups as he groaned with each thrust into your tight fucking pussy, feeling more ropes of his hot white cum spill into your tight walls, his cock engulfed by sticky warmth as you shook.

“fuck me,” his presses his face into your neck as he shakes, his balls tightening as you squeeze around him. “shit, too much.” he whimpers. only to realize how limp your body is. “baby?” his arms relax around you, only for you to fall back into his chest, “shit.” he holds you up, his hand coming up to your face, slapping your cheek lightly trying to wake you back up. “open your eyes,” he continues slapping you until you’re blinking. “there we go.”

“wha—ah,” you jump at the sticky mess. your insides making you squeeze around him as satoru held your face to the side looking at him. “what happened?”

“you passed out is what,” he looked angry. your lips frown. “did you feel me cumming inside ya?”

your face burns. “what the hell?!”

“did you??”

“shut up, oh my god,” you groan, flustered by the question. but he doesn’t stop, instead he lifts you off him, his soft cock sliding out as more cum oozes out of your hole, but instead of placing you down, he keeps you up, arm hooked under your legs, as his free hand cups your pussy, shoving two fingers deep inside.

“wait!” you cry, shaking as satoru starts fingering his cum back inside, making you cry out. “I said wait! I can’t—satoru,” you cry out, nails digging into his arm as you feel him press his thumb against your clit until you’re shaking with pleasure.

“fucking dumped so much cum in you and you weren’t even conscious for it,” satoru grunts, he really sounded annoyed, but you didn’t care, because you were coming undone, legs shaking as you suddenly felt a new feeling start to come over you.

“sa—toru—wait wait!—angh!” you’re entire body shakes, as your pussy squirts aggressively. satoru’s eyes grow wide, hand drenched. “what the fuck,” you cry, covering your face as satoru puts you down, rubbing your pussy gently.

“fuck you,” you slap his arm hard. your chest heaving and your legs shaking, as you keep them closed.

“you just squirted.”

“ew shut up,” you’re beyond embarrassed. that’s not a flex. you just made a mess! but your best friend didn’t look upset, especially as he loomed over you, his eyes looking over every inch of your body. his hand coming up to rub your belly. “you better only do that for me.”

“weirdo,” you cover your chest but he pushes your arms open, hand gropping your boobs. “you really like my boobs?”

“hmm.”

satoru leans down, tongue falling open to suck on your tits again. “if only there was milk.”

“the fuck! oh my god,” you slap his head, making him laugh, but continues sucking. his hips roll slightly, put you manage to reach a hand down to grab his semi hard cock, he moans around your nipple. his cock was sticky but you didn’t mind, it made you blush just holding it, you were holding your best friends dick and he was moaning. you whine as satoru sinks his teeth into your nipple as you squeeze his tip, thumb pressing on his slit as you pump it. his fingers slide back to your pussy, playing with your fat lips and then your bundle, his fingers getting coated in his cum.

after a few seconds satoru pulled his lips away, a long string of spit fell as he sat up, moving your hand as he aggressively pumped his dick in front of your face.

you were mesmerized. his face was red as he shook like crazy, his abs were clenched, every muscle of his body flexing, his thighs were apart and you could see his heavy balls shake, he was completely overstimulated, was he going to come on your face? your boobs? please you wanted a taste. but instead he pushed your legs open—

“wait no—Im too full! angh!!”

satoru slammed his cock back inside your pussy and came right there. his cock bursting cum as you cried, closing your knees together squeezing him as you felt his cum fill your tummy up. satoru fell on top of you, his body shaking as he buried his face in your neck. his body jumping more cum into you as he whimpered.

“you’re so warm, did you feel me cum?”

“mhm,” you sniffle, the warmth inside you sent flutters around your head. you loved it. his cock inside you, his cum filling your insides, how selfish he was being. “do you like it when girls feel your cum?”

satoru rolls off you, his hand sliding down to hold his oozing cock, as you roll to your side when he ignores you. “satoruuuuu.”

“what?”

“how many girls have you cum in?” satoru covers his face with his arm. you sit up, leaning over his body. “why’re you ignoring me?”

“because it doesn’t matter.”

“but why?” you frown. “was I not good? I literally took so much of your cum!” satoru’s face goes bright red. “you never talk to me about your sex life-“

“because I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable!” he tries to turn away but you press both arms down on his chest, moving to sit on top of him, fighting to push his arms away. but it was useless, so you move your face under his arm, tongue licking his lips making him squirm, and finally releasing his arm so you were kissing him. all wet and messy just like you like it. “why do you care about my sex life?”

you look down at him, his eyes trying to find answers in yours. “because…i don’t know anything about it.”

“so?”

you frown. “do you not wanna know about my sex life?”

satoru smirks. “i already know this is your first time. you have nice tits and a tight pussy. you like it when i bite your nipples. you also get turned on when i spit—“

“stop,” you cover his mouth, face so hot. “w-well, why do you get to know everything?”

“because you’re my best friend.” he smiles, leaning up, hand wrapping around your neck and pulling you to his lips. you whine, kissing him deeply as you press your hand to his chest. why is your best friend so skilled?

“I want to know everything about you, too,” you mutter. “i wanna know why you watch porn. why you don’t talk about sex? I’m not stupid—“

“I’ve only had sex a few times. barely,” he groans. “I stopped because it’s not fun. and it’s your fault.”

“what!!” you jump back.

“every time i realize the girls don’t have hair like yours, or boobs like yours…I get turned off…happy?”

your stomach is flipping as you look at your best friend. his face is red and his eyes are darting everywhere else.

“say something,”

“don’t ever say that with a straight face. you’re so fucking weird.” you’re burying your face in your hands. “that’s not even a real answer.”

“whatever,” he squeezes your waist. “you’re just jealous I’m more skilled than you.”

“what? you came just as fast as i did the first round.” you glare at him.

satoru licks his teeth leaning back on his palms, his head cocked to the side. it was almost a crime how hot he looked right now. “at least I didnt squirt all over my friends carpet.”

your face bursts to flames as you slap his chest. “what the fuck!” you’re so embarrassed, moving to get off him, but he only holds you down.

“I’m kidding! It’s a joke—“

“it’s not funny,” you squirm in his grip. why is he so strong?!

“I like that your pussy gushed for me,” he kisses your hot cheek. “it’s hot. I definitely hit the jackpot.” his lips kiss your neck repeatedly, as you heart beats a little faster.

the reality of what just happened was a process. your mind not even fully realizing what you’d just done even as after you took turns showering, or when satoru tossed your clothes in the washing machine, or when you laid on his bed as he brushed his teeth, or when he crawled behind you, pressing himself into your back.

“we should probably talk some more in the morning.” his low voice sent shivers down your spine as you hum. “just tell me now if you’re happy your first was with me.”

your heart thumps a little louder, almost afraid he can hear. you can feel his chest rising and falling against your back, his hold around your waist loosening when you don’t respond.

“i am…”

his body relaxes.

“good.”

tomorrow was a mystery and you didn’t know if the pit in your stomach was guilt or fear. guilt that you don’t know if you just used your best friend for sex, or fear that you might actually have a different kind of feeling for someone you’ve known your whole life.

a/n: sorry i fell off the face of the earth, im kinda tryna to figure stuff out. i wrote this in Aug/sept but just wrapped it up now so i hope u guys enjoy <3 and happy holidays!!

he might be the love of my life

One day, you finally decide to join Katsuki at the gym. As soon as Bakugou walks through the doors, the place practically pauses. Everyone’s eyes are on him, some with smiles, others with admiring glances.

You grin to yourself, pleased to see it wasn’t just you who noticed the results of your boyfriend’s hard work. While you’re taking in the gym’s vibe, you hear Katsuki calling your name softly from where the barbells are.

“Come help me with my set.” He gestures over to where he’s standing, and you walk over quickly, eager to join him.

Katsuki plops down onto a bench, grabbing two barbells and setting them on the mat. He sits beside them, waiting with his usual impatient-but-soft expression as you walk over and slide your foot under the barbells.

You start a set of sit-ups, but when you feel Katsuki's hand brush against your thigh, you sit up with a sigh, beads of sweat already making their way down your face.

“God, I’m so unfit…”

“You’re fine, babe.” Katsuki leans forward, grabbing a towel and gently dabbing it across your forehead. “Look at you, though… sweating already.” He smirks, then adds, “Wanna help me with my push-ups?”

You raise an eyebrow, a teasing smile forming on your lips. “How am I supposed to help you with your push-ups?”

Katsuki grins, stands up, and walks over to return the barbells to their proper place. When he comes back, he lowers himself into a plank position and shoots you a look.

“Sit on my back. Cheer me on.”

You can’t help but laugh, crawling toward him with a shake of your head. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“You sure you want to miss this?” He hums, a playful challenge in his tone.

“Do I have a choice?” you tease, but you can't resist. Carefully, you crawl onto his back, crossing your legs and resting your hands gently on his shoulder blades. “Okay, here goes…” You say with mock hesitation, though your heart is fluttering a little.

“Hold on tight, baby, or you’ll fall,” he grunts, and you feel the slight tension in his body. Slowly, he lowers himself to the floor and pushes back up, without even breaking a sweat.

You sit there, completely entranced, as he picks up his pace effortlessly. The way his muscles flex, the steady rhythm of his push-ups—it’s almost hypnotizing.

“Where’s my encouragement, baby?” he calls out between reps, smirking.

Caught in the moment, you start whispering praises without even realizing it. “You’re incredible. Seriously. Look at you.”

“You better be cheering me on like you mean it,” he teases, not missing a beat.

You chuckle, your heart swelling with admiration, and give him a soft squeeze on his shoulder. “Okay, okay, you’re the strongest guy in here. Happy?”

“Good,” he says with a satisfied grin, pushing himself up again. “Now, don’t go falling off. I might need a spotter.”

God, you love your strong boyfriend—and all his ridiculous, charming ways.