Just For Funsies, Some Sketches Of The Once-ler Being A Big Corporate Boss Who Doesn’t Read The Complaint

zhongli please stop cosplaying as a human your adeptus has social anxiety and can't cope

ok, so one of the things that always had fascinated me about the multiverse is how different au's sanses relate and differentiate from each other, which ones like jokes? which ones are more likely to spend time in the multiverse and which arent; and which ones end up being more comfortable with their new lives as different people than just "sans" . So i created a list-

also the individual characters if you want to use them they're free :D (also the template if you wish to do it on your own, o create a different one with another text; like which ones you'd like to hug more or something xD)

(see reblog to see more of these! tumblr doesn't let me post more :/)

Ok re: hawks vs bird plushies. What if, okay, hear me out. what iiiiifffff before he had a chance to freak, you told hawks the plushie was your (plural your) son. As in “honey we adopted this bird” lol

Well now we’re just taking advantage of the poor idiot lol.

THE ALTERNATE VERSION

You can’t believe you managed to get your hands on the limited edition Hawks plush. You’re gonna cherish it forever and ever.

And then Hawks walks in while you’re hugging the stuffed version of him.

“Who is this?” Oh god he sounds mad. You were afraid that his bird brain would take this the wrong way. You have to come up with something fast, so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Our son.”

Just like that, Hawks’s face shifts from anger to pure shock, eyes on the verge of popping out of his head.

You cradle your plushie like a small child to make this bullshit more convincing. “You always talk about how much you love kids and one day want to raise one of your own.” You kept going while rocking the little Hawks in your arms. “So I adopted one and brought him home. Already handled the paperwork.”

Hawks approached slowly, as if his boots were being weighed down by lead, shaky arms reaching out to touch his new child’s head. “What’s his name?”

Shit.

“Umm...uhh...it’s...Keigo?” 

The delusional hero beamed, eyes filling with tears. “We have the same name? Is this destiny, little guy?” He leaned in to take in the plushie’s face, hopefully not noticing just how lifeless it was. “From now on, you’re gonna be Junior. Keigo Jr.”

You’re doing your absolute best to keep a loving smile on your face as he takes the toy into his own arms and pulls you in for a group hug. “We’re a family now, my little lovebird.”

This might have been a mistake.

[Key]

-💕means it has sexual content/Implied sexual content..

-💔means it is an angst fic

-😍means it is a family fic

-💘means it is an angst fic with a happy ending.

-🚫means it contains a Trigger Warning.

─ ★

─ ★Nanami Kento

Cockwarming Nanami Kento-💕

Paying Nanami a visit.-💕

Nanami being a girl dad

New years kiss

Nanami blurbs.-💕

Nanami pregnancy Imagine

Merry Christmas 💕

Nanami with a breeding kink-💕

─ ★Higuruma Hiromi

Cockwarming Higurma Hiromi-💕

─ ★Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna finds you dead.-💔 || pt1 ||

Sukuna finds you dead-💔 || pt2 ||

New years kiss

Spending Christmas is Sukuna.

Snowflake kisses

─ ★Toji Fushiguro

Riding Toji's Thigh-💕

New years kiss

Toji making you feel good-💕

─ ★Kusakabe Atsuya

Teasing Kusakabe with a lollipop-💕

─ ★Inumaki Toge

In a relationship with a deaf reader

─ ★Choso Kamo

Choso making you feel better-💘

Choso being a girl dad.

New Years kiss

Choso's first kiss.

─ ★Yuji Itadori

New Years kiss

─ ★Megumi Fushiguro

New Year's Kiss

─ ★Gojo Satoru

New Years Kiss-💕

kagehina

Crimson Pride

Sequel to Experiment 184

Content Warnings - blood/gore, childbirth (egg laying?) and miscarriage/stillbirth mentions, Stockholm syndrome, comfort sex, yandere, angst, lactation + breastfeeding a baby

“Keigo! Stand down! We just want to help your mate, she’s in pain right?” Rumi’s voice echoed around the simulated jungle, though you could barely hear her over your labored breathing and hammering heart. Angry shrieks are the only answer in the darkness of the habitat.

“G-go away! He won’t just, agh, let you take me this time!” You try to yell out, your face scrunching up in pain as contractions begin to wreak havoc on your swollen body once again. Every muscle in your body was seizing up, your nerves feeling every once of pain this time instead of the drugged haze they’d put you under before.

You knew things would eventually end up like this after last time, after being taken out of the habitat just as your contractions started and separated from Keigo, from your mate. The first pregnancy, he had let them remove you under the pretense that they’d help you and your chicks. After what happened though, he became more territorial and possessive. More feral and unwilling to trust a word from anyone but you.

You let out a scream of pain as you feel the oversized eggs begin to move, ready to leave the warmth of your body. A flash of crimson appears next to you, his wings are disheveled and there’s cuts and small wounds littered across his body but you don’t care as you cry into his shoulder as the pain gets worse.

“I’m sorry, so sorry.” He coos, wrapping his arms and wings around you and cocooning you as best he can in crimson down. “K-Keigo, it hurts so much.” You whimper as he presses quick kisses to your sweaty forehead. Then suddenly he snaps his head up before slumping forward, his grip on you going lax as figures in all black appear from all around you. “Stop! Just leave us alone!” You thrash in their grip as they pry you from Keigo’s body and onto a gurney, restraining you almost immediately before moving you out of the habitat and once more into the sterile white halls of the lab.

White identical doors pass by you until you reach the ‘delivery’ room and your pained body is moved to your new prison for however long they keep you. “Calm down, additional stress isn’t good for you or the eggs.” “He’s going to kill every last one of you if you touch any of us!” You scream out at the nameless doctor, thrashing in your binds before she or anyone else makes a move towards you. She sighs and nods to one of the nurses before moving towards you with something in her hand.

“You can scream all you want at me, just as soon as you tell me what this is.” She extends her hand and you crane your neck to look at…nothing. You let out a hiss of pain as heat erupts from the side of your neck and turn your head to see a nurse holding a syringe walking away from you. “Wh-what was that?” You’re forced to let your head drop onto the pillow as your body relaxes and a soothing heat spreads through it, the excruciating pain of your contractions numbed under the heat.

“A sample of one of our newest products, designed to temporarily numb pain receptors in the body for mothers in labor. Now just be quiet and let the professionals work.” You struggle to move your head as your eyelids become heavy, yet you can’t help but need to watch what the doctors and nurses are doing.

You need to make sure they don’t kill them again, you need to know that your babies will be safe and alive. You can barely feel their gloved hands maneuver your numb body like a marionette into what ever position they deem is best. Your eyelids droop more and more as you struggle to watch the blonde doctor as she directs the others around you, telling them something that your suddenly exhausted body can’t be bothered to hear. Your eyes slide closed as the muffled sound of yelling echoes around you, your body succumbing to whatever they had injected into you.

“Vitals seem stable still, there wasn’t too much damage done to the subject internally.” You can hear someone speaking before the dull ache in your lower body and arms register, forcing a small groan out as you start to wake.

“Seems it’s finally waking. Another thing to refine regarding the side effects.” “Aside from the short-term coma, the product would almost be ready to sell. Easy application and quick activation, fix that sleep inducing side effect and the boss will be happy.” The voices chatter on as you slowly manage to open your eyes and take in the stark white room and the beeping of machines.

“Any changes in the other subjects?” “Negative, still no evidence of them hatching and they haven’t grown any larger or responded to stimuli.” Sluggishly you try to turn your gaze towards the newest voice and you can barely make out a figure hunched over a table of some kind. “We’ll give them one more day before calling the experiment a failure. Have the lab team prepare the bird’s cocktail, we’ll release the breeder once it is rested enough and we’ll try again.”

You let out a weak whine and try to say something but your tongue feels like lead and the pain radiating from your hips halts all thought. “Ma’am! One of the subjects is finally hatching!” There’s a flurry of motion as white coats rush over, completely blocking any chance of you seeing what was going on. “Watch the others and be prepared for transfers.”

As the sea of white moves around, grabbing things from here and there, you spot them. Small, tiny really, pink nubs on their back and the barely there blonde fuzz on their little head, then you hear them make the softest cries that make your chest ache.

Then your view of them is blocked and you can hear your baby’s cries grow louder, more desperate, while you struggle to get up and move however much you can while fueled by only your most basic instincts.

“Wh-what are you doing to them?! Let me see them, please!” You hoarsely cry out when you finally manage to sit up while your heart hammers in your chest and you struggle to keep breathing.

“Someone shut that sow up, who knows what her screaming will cause.” The doctor from before orders and time seems to slow as one of the other doctors turns towards you.

You feel the blood spatter onto your face before you see it.

You’re shaking as the doctor collapses, his throat split wide open and then chaos erupts. Screams sounds out just before being cut off, until it’s just your child’s cries and your hard breathing echoing in the now quiet room while you’re frozen staring the man who’s blood now coats half of your face.

Clawed hands, sticky and red, gently try to help you stand as what were once soothing chirps start to sound out just as your baby’s cries begin to settle down. “Mate and chicks are okay now.” You’re snapped out of your trance when Keigo’s hand brushes against your cheek, deciding to ignore the blood smearing even more on your face, and lift your gaze to look into those brilliant amber eyes.

“We can go, be safe in new home.” You were rendered temporarily silent, both from the bloodshed you’d just witnessed but also from what he’d just muttered as if it was just normal! “Where would we go Keigo? H-how many people did you…they won’t let any of us leave.” You finally get out as your shaky legs take you over to your baby, who’s been quiet since Keigo had chirped.

Carefully you brush their forehead with the back of your hand and look at the rest of your eggs. “What about the others? Wh-what if we leave and then they hatch and are stuck here?” Keigo looks down at the remaining eggs for a few painful moments before shaking his head. “There’s nothing to hatch. Would hurt you too much if we took them.” Your heart clenches and a sob is trapped in your throat as you look down at what could have been your children.

“Here-she’ll be cold outside.” Keigo’s talons click against the now red tiles as he appears next to you with a bundle of blankets that he probably stripped from the bed. You notice what he said and sure enough, you have a little girl on your hands. A little girl with such small nubs where her wings will grow in eventually.

“You really think we can make it out?” You ask him once you’ve swaddled up your little girl and secured her in your arms.

“I know, didn’t stop just here.”

A chill runs down your spine at how casually he can just say that he’s essentially murdered everyone in the facility, or at least on this floor and the habitat floor. “I promise, you will be safe.” Despite everything, you can feel your lips quirk up into a smile while you watched him caress his daughter’s forehead with the back of his hand just like you had before. “Need to go now, it won’t be quiet for long.”

He ushers the two of you out into the dead silent hall with a wing and arm wrapped around your shoulder while his head constantly swivels with each couple of steps you take.

So you start to recognize where you’re heading and pull Keigo down a hall and hand him your daughter as you poke your head into a nearby room, hoping luck was on your side.

“Wait here, I’ll be just a second.” You whisper before ducking into the dark room and rifle through the open storage totes and let out a relieved sigh when you come across a navy blue jumpsuit. You shuffle into it and scan the room, noting all the maintenance supplies and spot a set of keys-car keys- hanging on a hook next to the door. “Okay, let’s go.” You whisper as you dash out with the keys in hand and carefully take back your daughter.

The two of you run, stopping only at the entrance to the lobby where you’re shoved behind Keigo as rows of armored guards and Enji wait for you. “Stand down, I’m prepared to put an end to this either by force or by your submission. You know how this will end Hawks.” Keigo slightly hunches over as his feathers puff up at Enji’s order and flexes his bloodied hands.

“Refuse to back down and give in, and I’ll permanently separate you two. Think very hard about what you want Hawks.” Two men shuffle forward, just a couple inches, as Enji spoke and Keigo’s eyes snap to them.

You let out a scream and clutch your child to your chest as you squat down to cover her better as the sound of guns fire off. You take deep breaths as you try to calm her pitched cries while pushing yourself into a nearby corner in an attempt to protect yourselves.

You dare to look up and feel your heart clench when you see Keigo being held by his neck, Enji’s hand wrapped tightly around him. “All that I’ve done for you, and this is how you repay me? Seems like you’ve outgrown your usefulness.” Keigo lets out a pitiful cry and digs his claws deeper into Enji’s arm to try and force his hand off.

“KEIGO! Let him go!” You yell as you kick at the approaching guard and twist your body away. “Take care of her and get that child. There’s no further need for her now.” Enji barks out and turns back to Keigo but drops him to clutch at his neck.

You take the moment when the guard turns back to Enji to scramble to your feet and run out the door, stepping on the corpses laying in front of it. “Keigo, let’s go!” You spare a glance behind you to watch Keigo swipe at the guard before following behind you.

Your chest is heaving as you turn every way until you spot the row of spotless white vans parked in a row and run to the first one. “Here, take her and climb in the back.” You tell Keigo as you dig the keys you had grabbed before out and open the windowless doors for him and hurry to the front, muttering under your breath the whole time you rushed to put your seatbelt on and shove the keys into the ignition.

“Hold onto her and try to stay quiet, okay?” You look back at Keigo through the mirror and drive to the outgoing gate, running straight through the security gate arm and speeding along the backroads until you finally see the road connecting to the highway. “How are you two holding up?” You breathlessly ask him as you keep your eyes forward. “Not good, do not like this box.” You can’t help the laugh that tumbles out of your mouth as you briefly look up him. “It’s just until we get a little closer to a safe place. It’s far enough away from everything that we’ll be safe then we can just walk the rest of the way to the place.”

You let out a yawn as you spot the road signs designating where the next motel is and pull to the side of the road. Tiredly turning the engine off and stretching out your tense arms, you turn to look at Keigo.

You feel the smile climb onto your face seeing him holding your daughter so close to him, his knees tucked up behind her and his arms wrapped arm his legs, practically cocooning her.

“Keigo, wake up. We’re almost there.” You whisper and gently shake him until he finally picks his head up and looks around before seeing you and his eyes light up. “I’ll let you out, but we need to be quiet. How’s she doing?” You nod down to your little girl that was fidgeting in his arms. You watch him trace her face with the back of his finger while he shrugs, a pout tugging at his lips. “She’s restless, might be hungry.”

You’re reminded of the jumpsuit sticking to your chest at his words and climb out of the van to let him out and take your daughter into your arms. “Let’s get away from here and I’ll see if she’ll eat.” You whisper and lead him into the forest on the opposite side of the van.

You had wanted to get as far from the possibility of being captured before trying to feed her, lest the worst scenario happened but now you can feel guilt eating away at you for practically ignoring her. “You’re upset.” “No. Well maybe. I just feel bad for not feeding her this whole time. We couldn’t even take a second to name her.” You realize as the guilt builds and comes out as tears. “We weren’t safe, it’s okay.” Keigo stops you and brings you into a hug with his wings wrapping around you.

“Let’s stop, I’ll watch while you feed.” He whispers to you and nuzzles the top of your head before stalking off between the trees. You wipe your face before sitting against a tree and unzipping your stolen jumpsuit down to your stomach, your sore and chafed skin gratefully greeting the cool night air as you bring your bundled up daughter to your chest as pure instinct clumsily guides your movements.

“You’re such a pretty little baby. I bet you’re going to look just like your daddy, probably be a little terror just like him too.” You smile and watch her, looking for any sign something’s wrong or for when she stops. “What should be your name? I always wanted to one day have a little girl and name her something pretty like Akari or Hanako but looking at you, neither of those seem right. You’re a bright light in almost two years of darkness, and I’m sure you’ll blossom into a beautiful woman some day but neither of those names feel right.” You sigh and smile as she wildly swings her little fists around.

“Aw, I’m sorry my little miracle. I didn’t mean anything by it.” You giggle but then stop as something clicks. “How about Sachiko, and we can call you Sachi since you’re our little miracle baby.” You move her up by your shoulder once she’s finished and gently pat her back until you hear the tiniest burp from her and wrap her back up in the blanket.

“Ready?” You jump, not expecting to hear Keigo in the near silence of the forest and turn to him as you struggle to zip your jumpsuit back up. “Shit, you scared me. Yeah, it shouldn’t be much further.” You shuffle closer to him and take his extended hand as you lead him further into the woods.

Your ears pick up the gurgling of the nearby river and a grin breaks out on your face as you pull Keigo faster towards the sound until you break into a clearing. There at the edge of the clearing and settled on a hill overlooking a lake sits an abandoned house. “This used to be my grandmother’s home, but when she got sick we moved her closer to the city. It’s safe.” You explain to Keigo when he refused to budge as he scanned the empty clearing. “We can live here and be safe, no one else knows about this place but my mom and myself.” You try one more time to pull Keigo towards the hill and he relents with a huff.

“There’s fresh water here, fish in the lake and river, plenty of space for you to fly around and the nearest town is miles away.” You point out all the positive points and literally point out the old garden plots your grandmother used to maintain, the tire swing your mom and you had put up one summer, and lastly the old maple tree you always spent evenings under with your mom and grandmother.

“Seems safe, open space for little wings.” You watch him inspect every square inch of the clearing as his puffed up wings start to relax before pulling him towards the aged, moss covered house.

“We can live in here,” you start to tell him as you crouch in front of the door and start feeling for the hidden key at the base of the door. “there it is.” You start to smile once you find the key and take a deep breath before unlocking the door. “Once we get the place cleaned up, it’ll be perfect for us and Sachi.”

“Who?” You turn back to Keigo, with his head tilted and one of those crazy eyebrows raised much like you would when he’d try to mimic you in the past. You look down to Sachi and back to Keigo with your smile growing. “Our daughter, I named her Sachiko and Sachi is a shorter version of the name. Sachi means “miracle” and it seemed fitting since she’s a little miracle.” You explain to him as you turn back to the door and open it, with a bit of help from Keigo, to reveal a bare dust-covered living room.

Stepping through the doorway feels a bit like going back in time as your mind plays memories of your childhood spent here with your mother and grandmother.

You let out a sigh and turn to Keigo, who was once again wildly examining every corner of the house. “Keigo, it’s safe. No one else has been here in years.” You couldn’t blame him for being so cautious though, the past two years have taught you to be more cautious than you ever were before. “Down this hallway are the bedrooms and I think we left some furniture that couldn’t fit in the moving truck.” You lead him down the hall and open each door and giving him a moment to examine each room before coming to what was once your room.

“This is where I would stay when I was here, hopefully there’s some clothes I left behind that fit.” You mutter the last part to yourself and open the door, and letting Keigo survey the room again. Tucked against one wall is a full-sized bed, a dresser in the corner and an old bean bag chair in another corner.

With a tired sigh you take a seat on the bed and lay back, bringing Sachi to lay against your chest. The two of you aren’t alone for long though, Keigo comes over and moves you until your back is flush against his chest and his arms are loosely wrapped around you and Sachi.

Surrounded by the lives of your life and secure, you drift off to sleep with a smile on your face.

“Hi again Mrs. Yamato!” You cheerily call out as you approach the fruit vendor. “Oh hello dear! How are you doing? The babies doing fine?” You smile and nod as you look over the fruit she has for sell today. “I’m surviving, and the kids are fine. Sachi is being the perfect big sister so that helps.” You pick out a few peaches and a handful of lemons before fishing out some money for her. “That’s great! You’re so lucky to have such a wonderful daughter, why my own daughter was a terror when she found out she was going to have a brother.” You nod and smile as Mrs. Yamato and you talk.

Picturesque. Idyllic. Peaceful. Those were the words that could best describe your life now.

After reclaiming your grandmother’s old house as your own and fixing it up with Keigo’s help, you started venturing out to the nearby town to work and buy things that you couldn’t make or find out in the woods surrounding your home. Keigo always stayed in the canopy of the trees but was glued to your side once you were hidden from view of the town.

Five years later, you’ve gotten to know the small community and have been able to grow your family from Keigo, you, and your daughter to Keigo, you, and four kids.

It turns out that natural harpy breeding (without forced hormones and chemicals) resulted in smaller, more manageable clutches. Living without the stress of being a living experiment and not having your children taken from you probably also attributed to successful childbirth and hatchings.

Keigo and you had grown closer through the years, you saw the harpy more like a beloved husband than anything else and you made sure to show him just how much you’ve grown to love him every other night. In turn, when spring rolled around he would return the favor three times over and you’d almost always find the result of his love for you ending in your belly swollen with an egg or two.

Such was the case for your son and your recently hatched twins.

“When are you going to bring that family of yours around? I haven’t spoiled a baby since my own grandkids came over for the holidays!” You laugh and shift from one foot to another. “Maybe one day. My husband is a bit of a hermit, and it would have to be when the kids are a bit older. It’s hard enough just keeping the house clean with them all!” You joke and move away with a spring in your step and tote bag full of sweets, a few dry groceries, and clothes.

Life was good; you had a family, had a nice little job at the local plant nursery, and had virtually no stress. If you knew years ago that the key to happiness for you was running away with Keigo then you would’ve done it the second you became his caretaker.

Once you were hidden from the town’s view, you heard the sound of wings flapping and the shriek of your daughter as she barreled toward you. “Mama! What’d you get?! What’d you get?!” You laugh and hold Sachi while Keigo and your three other children come down from his favorite place to wait for you. “I picked up a few things, including some fruit for you and your brother. I’ll show you everything I got once we get home, okay? Now go help Daddy with Keisuke.” You set her down and gently push her towards Keigo before taking one of the twins.

Sachi was only five yet her pink wing nubs had grown into the most beautiful pair of pink and white feathered wings, while your son was just starting to grow his own plume of crimson wings. Since his wings were still growing, he couldn’t fly on his own yet while Sachi took to flying like a fish took to water.

“Did you get more coffee?” Keigo tries to peek into your bag and you bark out a laugh and dart away from him. “Like I told your daughter, once we get home I’ll show you.” You cradle your youngest son, Ryoma, close as the six of you walk home with Sachi and Keisuke talking animatedly about what they think you picked up.

“Spring is almost here, feel like having more kids?” Keigo leans down and whispers into your ear. “Keigo!” You turn your head to look at him while you feel your cheeks heat up. “It’s only October, there’s no way you could go into a rut soon.” He lets out a low chirp before shrugging. “We can practice then.” You roll your eyes but you don’t lose the smile that’s slowly turning into a grin with each second.

“You won’t be happy until you have a whole pride of kids, huh?” You look back to your older kids as they race ahead once the clearing comes into view. “Maybe, or I just love you.”

He then wraps a large red wing around you and tugs you closer to him as the two of you watch your kids run to the house.

*SMACKS* here's your babygirl

team sunrise but it only lasts five minutes

AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! - G.S.

Synopsis. When your sugar daddy just isn’t paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fúcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.

Pairing. Rich boy! Gojo Satoru x Sugar baby! Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, jealous Satoru, créampie, dirty talk, manhandling, marking, Satoru’s dad is not really present, oral (female receiving), overstim, másturbation (male), thigh riding, cúmplay, Satoru is really really down bad and filthy for you, CEO’s son! Gojo,  pet names, swearing.

Word count. 8.1k

A/N. Will proofread later, lowkey scared to post this, but I just wanted it out of my mind. And in my mind, Satoru’s dad is FINE asl so-

The first time you meet Gojo Satoru is when you’re all dolled up for his father. 

Designer dress just a bit too tight, running on a few too many shots of tequila, wanting to be anywhere but at this stuffy gala. Everything was too bright - too polished.

And it really didn’t help that no matter how many scathing looks or whispers that followed you, you just had to be here - it was in your contract, after all. Because luckily for you, you just so happened to be the infamous little plaything hanging off the arm of the head of Gojo Corporations.

Well, usually. Right now your sugar daddy was too busy entertaining his business partners, leaving you off to the side, praying for something - anything - to save you from this-

“Damn if I’d come to these shitty galas a lot more often if it meant I’d get to see a beauty like you.”

You jolt out of your bored little reverie, eyes immediately snapping up to meet the tall man suddenly in front of you. When did he even get so close? 

You can’t help but drink him in from head to toe, from the overpriced, slightly-disheveled suit to the tiny dimple at the end of his mischievous grin. Strangely familiar white locks fell effortlessly to curtain his eyes. Eyes that were a startling blue - the kind of blue that had your cheeks flaring and knowing exactly who this was. 

Oh.

At your silence, he tilts his head with the air of someone that owns this entire venue and everything in it because, well, he did. Twinkling gaze searing into your skin as it roams appreciatively all over your body, plowing on, “Though, you look like you’re on the verge of an aneurysm around these old coots.”

You sigh, pinching your nose at the curious glances around you. Not even able to find it in yourself to put on that plastic smile anymore, “Oh y’know, just soaking up my popularity with the masses after being stranded here.”

“Oh? Here with anyone?”

“Yeah.” you blurt out, “Your father.”

You watch in amusement as Satoru’s mouth falls into a delicate oh! eyes flickering over his shades between you and the handsome man on the other end of the venue, oblivious and fully enjoying himself in the company of his secretary. A bit too much without you. 

“Y’know…” he starts, shaky and sounding only half the insufferable heir he was before, “I would say that’s a hilarious version of a ‘your mom’ joke but you’re actually serious, aren’t you?”

“Mhm. Though it would make a good punchline, huh?” You huff out a laugh at the way he was suddenly less of a smooth-talking playboy and more of a lost puppy. The gears turning in his head as he processes that oh shit you were the sweet lil’ thing his dad’s been suddenly rushing off to meet straight after work. And the reason why all those old fossils here were clutching their pearls in scandal.

He just didn’t expect you to be this…gorgeous. And for the first time in forever, he’s suddenly so intrigued.

Because ah, you should’ve known better than to think that this little hiccup would deter the infamous Gojo Satoru. No, in fact that million-dollar smirk only makes its way back onto his unfairly pretty face, like he’s about to spill the juiciest gossip of the century.  

“So you’re the latest armcandy my ol’ man has picked up, huh? I hafta say, dear old dad has good taste.” he muses, stepping in close enough that his expensive cologne makes your head spin. “Why don’t you and I ah-” You follow Satoru’s gaze to where he was staring at the way his father was now making a beeline through the crowd. Straight for the two of you. 

“Gotta run before I get my share of the company revoked.” he flashes you a quick smile, fulling intent on saving his father’s delicate ego. But not before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “But jus’ saying,” voice a pretty little purr, “I wouldn’t ever leave you standing here so alone and gorgeous, princess.”

You can only stand there, reeling from the sheer audacity as he darts into the crowd with a wink, not caring if he stepped on a few too many overpriced coattails than necessary. Wondering whether this was some bizarre dream induced by too much tequila and not enough common sense.

“Hi, sweetheart. Investors held me up, you know how it is. Having fun, huh?” A toned arm wraps around your waist as your sugar daddy finally arrives by your side. And as he went on about his latest business branch, only two thoughts ring through your mind - 1. You were seriously reconsidering this arrangement. And 2. This was going to be interesting. 

And oh was it interesting. 

Because Satoru always managed to find you, wherever you were. No matter if it was another droning function or a chance meeting at the sprawling Gojo Estate, Satoru always swooped in whenever his father was too busy for you. Which, fortunately for Satoru, happened to be a lot.  

Hell, he seemed to find you even when you least wanted him to. Like that time he had to drag you away mid-argument with a particularly rude one of his snobby aunts. That was not a fun family reunion. 

All unabashed confidence and pretty smiles where his father was cold, cold calculation. Ready with a smart mouth to bicker with you and bright eyes that seemed to linger on you a bit too long. But you didn’t mind - why would you? Because all things considered, Satoru was a very attractive man. Sure, his father was extremely handsome, too - in a clean-cut, DILF-y way, in fact. But his son was dangerously attractive.

So much so that sometimes when he swept you away from insufferable galas to talk, some strange little part of you wished it was him that you came here with instead. Just for a second. 

“So, what do you see in my father anyway? His company?” Satoru asked you one day. Draping himself over his cool office desk, so comically out of place in the stiff corporate room. Legs kicking in the air as he waits for your response.

You tear your eyes away from the way his biceps were straining so deliciously against his snug button-up to deadpan, “I mean, I am his sugar baby after all, Satoru.”

“But think about it,” he whines, batting those long lashes at you. Fully intent on driving you as dangerously close to a stroke as possible before his father finishes up an important business meeting. One that he missed - whoops. “There’s close to nothing redeemable about the man. His idea of a family bonding activity is a PowerPoint presentation on quarterly earnings.”

“Satoru.”   

“And either way- I’m getting the company in a few years, would ya be my sugar baby then, princess?”

Ah, there it was. 

It’s been a few weeks of knowing Satoru, and those little comments still made your head spin. Second-guessing the nature of this strange little…friendship? You didn’t even know anymore. Because yeah there might’ve been a few, stupid little lingering touches - like a trace on your hips, or your hand firmly in his as he led your (temporary) escape from another lonely gala. But those meant nothing, right?

“Nah, I’d poison you and take over the company instead.”

“Hey!”

Well, whatever, he was just your sugar daddy’s son. His sharp-mouthed, dangerously handsome son that just couldn’t seem to leave you alone. Not that you were complaining, really. Your relationship with his father was not exactly exclusive - you already knew that secretary of his was a bit suspiciously close - but that’s all he’ll ever be. Right?

Or, well, that’s what you stupidly thought. 

It wasn’t until one night late in the Gojo Estate, cursing those ridiculously long hallways, that you get an inkling of exactly how wrong you were. 

“Ugh, fucking rich people.” you mutter under your breath, wandering around trying to find whether the fuck the bathroom was. Because it doesn’t matter how many companies and businesses Gojo senior ran, the man still sucked at directions. You hiss, rubbing the tiny bruise on your neck - and aftercare too, clearly, even though that was in that damn contract. Something about an urgent business call with his secretary. Ugh. 

After three wrong doors, a trip around the in-home planetarium (seriously, who even needed that?), and chugging a full water bottle from the third kitchen in exhaustion, you finally find yourself walking towards what hopefully looked like the bathroom.

Hand reaching for the doorknob to swing it open. Ah, this better be the one or so help you-

Now, Satoru thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. And you - hair mussed, and dazed, standing there in nothing but a large button-up, falling just below your panties - looked like a sinfully beautiful lil’ demon here to lure him into hell. And oh how gladly he’d go if it means he got to see this ethereal view more often. 

“Ah! Wha- Sato-” 

You don’t even know if you want to scream or not - torn between taking in the sculpted chest smushed against your face and not wanting to alert security downstairs. Reeling backward you drink in the sight before you and God how you wish you didn’t - it wasn’t too good for your heart. 

Satoru’s hair was tousled, droplets of water glistening on his hair like diamonds. Skin soft and damp and smelling so delicious. Bathroom light bouncing off his rippling muscles, pecs flexing, as his strong arms reach out to steady you as you reel backwards. 

Traitorously, your eyes snake across his sculpted body. Dipping below once. Twice. Cheeks flaring as a pang of disappointment hits you at the damp towel wrapped around that slutty torso. Wondering what’s underneath-

“Y’should take a picture, it lasts longer.” Satoru grins, like the shameless bastard he is. Though he wasn’t in any better state - eyes flickering between you and any sliver of exposed skin his eyes could reach. 

“I should be saying the same to you.” you mutter, caught red-handed, shuffling your feet in embarrassment. 

Satoru lets out a low chuckle as he pulls you closer minutely, presence practically enveloping you. “Oh, me?” he says, voice dropping to a husky murmur. Thumb tracing that little spot on your neck, “S’hard not to when y’look so appetizing.”

And you don’t even try to pull away because fuck this is Satoru and he looks so good - so warm under your fingertips, even when you jolt at the realization of what exactly he was talking about. Your hand coming up to cover that tiny mark left on your skin from not-too-long ago. A shameful little reminder that this was his son. 

You grapple for some - any - sense of normalcy. Warning, “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Satoru.”

He leans down impossibly, quirking an eyebrow. Both amusement and something unreadable flashing across his face. “Oh, but it’s got my father somewhere?”

“Why? Jealous?”

“Yes.”

You startle, taken aback by the blunt confession. So direct and something so Satoru. The word hands in the hair’s breadth between you two now, sending your mind reeling. And you can’t help but repeat, “Jealous?”

“Fucking yes.” There it was again. 

But this time, Satoru plows on, voice barely above a whisper but ringing in the thick air. “Jealous he gets to have you all to himself but still doesn’t kiss you like you should be.”

“What do you-”

“Your lipstick.” he interrupts, swiping a thumb over your bottom lip, “Why’s it as perfect as since you came in?” And, indeed, you realize with a jolt that no you really haven’t been kissed the way you wanted - not enough to leave your make-up so sinfully ruined. 

Minty breath fanning your face so dangerously now, and you barely even realize that you’re leaning into it, “If it were up to me, princess, I’d ruin that pretty lil’ lipstick of yours every chance I got.”

A delicious little shiver runs down your spine, head spinning at Satoru and his words and Satoru- And it’s all you can do to get out a shaky, “So why don’t you?”

And then he’s kissing you. And you’re kissing him - like neither of you had the strength nor the will to stop. 

Satoru tasted just like candy, such an intoxicating sweetness that had you gasping as his soft tongue licked at the seam of your lips. Intertwining with yours as he breathes you in desperately. So sloppy. Such a sinful little mix of saliva and teeth and pure need.

His chest is soft under your greedy hands, lips searing against yours, and you could feel his hands wandering across every inch of skin they could find. Kissing you like he’ll never be able to again because fuck he knows that he might just not. 

Long fingers dance delicately underneath that shirt to feel- oh fuck, you weren’t even wearing panties. Such a pretty lil’ slut and by God was he a goner. 

Groaning into the kiss, he lets you loop your arms around his neck, hardened nipples rubbing against his abs as you tug on his damp hair. Honestly, fuck that thin shirt, Satoru thinks he might just pass out right here right now.

“S-Satoru.” you whisper against his lips, legs hiking up to grind your bare cunt against the throbbing erection straining against his towel. Already so wet from water or precum, you had absolutely no idea. You couldn’t give less of a fuck in fact, needing to see if Satoru’s cock was as pretty as the rest of him right now. Hands urgently dipping below the hem, starting to tug and-

“Hey, sweetheart. Did you find the bathroom?”

Shit. Fuck. Wonderful - perfect, in fact.

You would’ve thought Satoru burned you with how quickly you pushed him away. Cheeks burning, breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Almost slipping on the tile as you try to compose yourself at a safe distance - one that wouldn’t end up with you jumping his bones again. 

But all rational thoughts of that and your sugar daddy - Satoru’s father - almost go out the window once you take in the heavenly sight before you. 

Satoru’s lips swollen, hair disheveled, towel hanging slightly too low off his hips. Giving you such a pretty peak of those tufts of snowy white hair at the bottom. 

“W-we shouldn’t…” you trail off, as the footsteps get louder and louder. Something prickly and uncomfortable pooling in your stomach with each beat. 

Luckily for you, Satoru probably catches on to how you looked like you wanted the ground to swallow you whole right now. Voice low and control as he agrees, “Yeah, we probably shouldn’t.” No care in the world for his steadily approaching father as he lazily adjusts his towel, a gesture so nonchalant yet distracting. 

You swallow hard as he moves to walk past you, thinking that if this just so happened to be a dream then by God was it a good one. But of course - when has Satoru ever let you have it easy?

Because he stops abruptly in his tracks, fingers only ghosting the doorknob. Immediately turning back to walk to you with two, big steps, eyes gleaming, dimple flashing. And before you even know what’s happening, his lips are on yours. Featherlight and fleeting. But so so addictive. Nipping at your bottom lip, savoring you on his tongue.

It’s over before you know it, and a pathetic little disappointed whine leaves you as he pulls away. A smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he mutters lowly into yours, “Y’look prettier like this.”

Ah, you weren’t happy to see him leave but how you loved watching him go. Bathroom light so pretty against all the dips and curves of his figure as he walked away. White hair reflecting the warm hue, muscles flexing, hips slightly swaying with such a slutty little confidence that only Satoru could have. 

As you watch him disappear around the door, you almost forget the unwelcome visitor hot on your heels any second now and - wait - what was it that he’d said? “Prettier like this”?

Turning to the mirror and- 

Oh. Shit. 

You better have brought your make-up remover.

God, Satoru’s never ran to his room as fast as this since that time he was caught using his father’s elite golf clubs to play pool with Suguru.

Because as soon as that goddamn door is shut, he’s ripping his towel off. Letting it drop to the floor in a damp pile God-knows-where as he immediately fists his swollen cock.

With a groan, he leans against the shut door.  Eyes scrunching in such sinful ecstasy as he squeezes the base, pulsing and so achingly hard for you. A warning and a reprimand. Shit, how the fuck did he get this hard just from kissing your pretty lil’ lips?

Ah, whatever, right now he doesn’t have the patience nor the sanity to think too hard about it. Smearing the precum beading at his weeping tip, wetting his palm so sloppily. 

Neat little crescents searing into his skin where you’d grabbed him before, only thing on his mind - how would you do it?

Would you ease him into it? Or would you start up a hasty, desperate little pace like he was doing right now? Shallow, quick tugs on his thick cock like you wanted to milk him deliciously. 

Satoru’s hand was cold on his angry, hot cock. And with how many times he’s slipped his into yours, he knew yours would feel better around him. Both hands wrapped around his cock but still not covering all of it. So soft and warm, your nails scraping gently across his throbbing veins. 

“Shit. Hngh-” he breathes out, voice almost-pathetic, “J-jus’ like that, princess.” 

And what would you say? Tell him to shut up and just take it? Would you whisper into his ear as you let him fuck himself into your pretty fists? “So hard n’ big all f’me?” Satoru’s knees buckle at the thought, hand speeding up. “Y’look so pretty like this, y’know.”

Slam! Palm slamming against the poor drawer beside him hard enough to make its legs tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing. 

But oh his fist doesn’t stop. No, he doubts he ever will - not that strong of a man to keep himself from getting off so filthily to the image of you standing at the doorway of the bathroom. You looked so ethereal - Satoru couldn’t help but imagine how even more sinful you’d look if he was the one done with you. Shit, you wouldn’t even be able to stand if he had his way. 

“F-fuck, princess. M’gonna ruin you, gonna fuck you till you don’t know anything but m’name.”

He grips tighter on the base, thumbing under his slit in a way he knows your devious little hands would do. Fucked-out little grunts leaving his swollen lips each time his fingers meet his flushed tip.

“Ah- Ngh, fuck.” he mutters hoarsely, letting out a low, broken little call of your name. “More. Need more, princess.” He wanted you so badly that it hurt.

What the fuck did that sleazy old man have that he didn’t? And that little bite? That would be nothing compared to what Satoru would do if he got his hands on you. Yeah, he thinks, body shuddering violently, he’d mark you up till everyone knows you’re his. Leave bites that peak out from your collar, all the way down to your pretty thighs.

“Y’belong with me pretty, could fuck you so much better.” Sweat drips from his brow, splashing onto his erratic fist. Thighs quivering, heart pounding wildly in his chest. 

Satoru would almost be embarrassed by how desperate he was acting if he was in any better state of mind. Head only filled with you, and your hand and you-

And fuck for the sake of his sanity he can’t even begin to imagine how it would feel inside your pretty lil’ cunt. All he can think of is the way you’d keen so prettily, mewling out a little, “Oh s’too big.” 

Would you take him all in one go? Look up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes as you milk his cock? Or would he have to ram his dick into you, because shit as much as he loves that  bitchy mouth, it would look so much better gasping and stuttering as he fucks you dumb. 

“Oh yeah.” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Such a good lil’ slut f’me. Taking m’so well.” 

God his hand was so sloppy on his dick that he didn’t even know what he was doing anymore. Just wanting to fuck you and have you do this f’him. 

Ah, your plushy walls would suck him in so nicely. One hand speeds up on his cock, while the other reaches down to cradle his balls. Tugging and pulling at the same jerky rhythm they would smack your ass while he stuffs you full. 

So much better than any other sugar daddy ever could. Oh how Satoru would love to mess up your pretty pussy and your lipstick. He’d fucking tattoo your lipstick stains on if he could.

And you’d be able to do nothing but gasp and whimper into his lips, cockdrunk and dazed, “Shit shit shit- Toru m’gonna - Hah- Wanna cum. Please wan’ cum-” Oh how he’d burn down this entire fucking world to hear you call him that. 

“Fuck,” he curses, bucking into his fist, tight balls twitching so sensitively. “Fuck...fuck fuck fuck. M’gonna cum- shit- gonna cum, princess.”

“Cum f’me, Toru. Fill me up with y’cum- wanna take all of it.”

And then he’s cumming. 

A ragged, raw moan of your name leaving his lips. Thick, hot ropes of cum that should be painting your pussy white - but, alas, he’s spilling into his fist so shamefully. And amongst the stars behind his eyes he’s sees you - you you you-

You, fucking your cunt deeper onto his cock to take every drop of his cum. You, whispering sweet little praises as his seed gushes down your thigh, telling him that oh he’s doing so well, and he’s the best boyfriend ever and you already want more-

You, at the arm of his father.

Shit, he needs to shower. Again. 

---

Ever since that little incident that night, everything changed. 

At this point, you didn’t even feel that usual little bitterness whenever your sugar daddy canceled for some urgent business. And, well, it made you blush to admit but you found yourself heading over to the Gojo Estate more and more frequently, often just to catch a glimpse of Gojo - or a quick kiss in the stuffy broom closet. Whichever left you more time to run away from looming security and his father. 

But that was exactly the problem. 

Because no matter how thick the tension lingering in the air between you two was, nothing had gone past heated kisses and touches. Either you were brought back to reality with the possibility of being arrested for indecent exposure at those galas, or someone just had to interrupt. Seriously, with how many times Satoru has had to pay off his poor personal assistant, you’ve been wondering whether he actively seeks you two out. 

And it really didn’t help that Satoru always tasted so goddamn delicious. Fingers searing on your skin, cologne heavy in the heady air, it was hard to keep your hands to yourself. 

But, hey, desperate times bring devious measures.

Which is why you were here right now - sinking into the plushiest bed at the Gojo Estate, clad in your delicate light blue lingerie. One that was custom-made in this specific shade of blue. Because while your sugar daddy preferred you in red, you’re sure he wouldn’t mind you using his credit card for other ulterior motives, right? 

You just hoped that Satoru would just so happen to get a peak when you sneak out to use the bathroom later. What would he say? Would he like it? Would his eyes roam over your body, fingers twiddling with the flimsy lace?

But more importantly - would it be enough to make him break? Even if just a little bit?

Knock! Knock! Knock!

You’re startled out of your little whirlwind thoughts by knocking on the door. Steady, and matching your racing heart. Ah, Satoru’s father, you hastily get up to fix your hair.

“Yo, princess, are you naked or can I come in? Or can I come in when you’re naked?”

That wasn’t your sugar daddy. 

Not even thinking of your current outfit anymore, you rush to throw the heavy wooden doors open to see that, yes, it really was Satoru standing at the door. All bright grins and flushed cheeks as he drinks you in. Brows raising as his eyes move down from your face once. Twice. Thrice. 

Success. 

“What’re you doing here, Satoru?” you bat your lashes deceivingly innocently. Trying to hold back the smirk threatening to curl your lips at the way he gulps.

“Uh- My father’s off to some urgent b-business.” he murmurs, scratching the back of his neck. “Told me to tell you he’s sorry and wishes you the breas- best.”

Oh. 

Well, it wouldn’t be the first time Satoru’s father has canceled on you. But it would be the first time that he’s canceled on you so conveniently enough to leave you alone with his unfairly hot son. Now, you couldn’t let the opportunity go to waste, right?

You lean slightly against the door, body ghosting Satoru’s, teasing him, “Well, when is my dear sugar daddy coming back from his business? Tell him I miss him.”

It’s a joke - and both of you probably know it. But that doesn’t stop Satoru’s brows furrowing ever-so-slightly, suddenly a different man from the flustered one he was just a few seconds ago as he mutters, “I don’t think he’ll be back tonight.”

“Aww, must be some important business.” 

He clenches his jaw aggressively at that, gritting out a clipped little, “You do know that ‘business’ of his is his secretary right?”

“I know. What a shame, right? Guess I’ll just have to go home n’ wait for him then?” you mockingly sigh - God, someone give you an Oscar. Moving to close the door in Satoru’s face, only to be stopped by a large hard smacking into the doorframe - as you knew it would. 

“You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m gonna let you come out looking like that and let you go home without tearing it to shreds.”

And that’s all that is said before his lips are on yours.

The door is slamming shut before you know it, and you’re shoved against it. Satoru’s lips such a sloppy mix of teeth and spit. Hands just everywhere - cradling your cheek, teasing your nipples through your bra, running down to squeeze and grope your ass. He just couldn’t get enough of you. 

Fuck twiddling with the lace, Satoru seemed well and fully intent to rip it off of you. And you’d let him. Just like he was letting you shove his overpriced button-up down his toned shoulders. Soft little rips sounding in the heady air at the urgency but neither of you could give less of a fuck. 

All you could think of is the way Satoru was so pretty and muscled. Drinking in all the dips and curves of pale skin underneath your fingertips. 

“Fuck, princess. Chose this color on purpose, huh?” his fingers dive under the hem of your bra, “Wanted to drive me crazy, mm?”

“Y-yes, Satoru.” you gasp into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. “Wanted you to look at it. Got it custom-made all f’you.” words muffled as he sucks on your tongue. Satoru was always such a messy kisser, licking at the seam of your lips and intertwining his tongue with yours with no shame or shyness. A delicate trail of drool already starting at the corner of your mouth. 

Ah, it was too much for him. Satoru almost thinks he could cum in his pants right now at your sinful little admission. 

Which is why he pulls away to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, letting out a broken little hum of appreciation into your skin. “Thought so.”

And then your bra’s hitting the floor, tits spilling out into the cold bedroom air. But only for a split-second because Satoru’s immediately groping each and every inch of skin he can find. 

“Look so fucking beautiful like this.” Rolling your swollen nipples between two fingers as he mutters - more to himself than you, “Was gonna let him see you in this slutty lil’ thing, too?” leaning down to tongue lazily little circles on one nipple. Words muffled as he wraps his lips so prettily around your tit - tugging, just grazing with his teeth, “Matching my eyes, huh? Fuckin’ gonna be the death of me shit-”

Satoru was insatiable. Wanting all of you all at the same time. And you follow his line of sight to see him locked on your dripping cunt - soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. Clenching around nothing as his pretty pink lips fall into a soft oh! at the sight. 

Like a madman, he immediately drops to his knees. But you don’t think he even feels the pain as he bites down on the hem of your wet panties. Looking up at you with dazed eyes - miles away. 

Breath ghosting your quivering cunt, tugging lightly with his teeth, “Next time, I’m gonna be the one buying you these.”

Then he’s pulling - tearing your drenched panties to shreds. Grinning so devilishly around it as he gets his first sight of your pretty pussy.  Oh you were so perfect for him. So mouthwateringly wet. 

“Shit, princess. Can’t believe you were fucking holdin’ out on me.”  he muses in wonder, eyes wide at the way your sloppy pussy was glistening in the dim lighting. 

“You were the one that-”

And usually, Satoru loves hearing you run your mouth, but this time he’s shutting you up by diving face-first into your dripping cunt. Cute little mewls leaving you as he presses so shamefully deep that his nose was against your throbbing clit, rubbing languidly as he licks a thick stripe up your swollen folds. 

And then it was like something snapped. 

Because one taste of you and Satoru’s going wild. Throwing a leg over his shoulder to lick more desperately all all over your cunt, lapping up all the juices that gush out of you. Already so addicted because shit you were so much sweeter than in his dreams. 

“Ah! Hngh- please.” you mewl, as he wraps his glossy lips around your swollen clit. All you get is a feral little grunt, his jaw parted, eyes looking like he’s on cloud nine as starts to suck harshly. Filthy little squelches filling the air as Satoru rolls his tongue across your clit. “Feels, s’good, Satoru.”

But your cute little whines turn into one of disappointment as Satoru pulls away ever-so-slightly. “Call m’Toru.” he slurs.

And he doesn’t waste any more time, tongue swishing in his mouth to spit on you once. Twice. Missing ever so slightly, and splattering on your thigh. You flinch, gasping out a breathless little, “Toru!”

“Oh shit, princess. Yeah- say m’name jus’ like that” he groans, ragged and raw. The last thing out of his mouth before he’s squeezing his soft tongue into your snug cunt. Dipping into your sloppy hole in and out in and out in and-

“He ever made you feel this good?” he moans into your cunt, the vibrations making you fuck yourself deeper into his unrelenting tongue. 

“W-what?”

“He ever made you feel this good? Cum so hard you see stars?”

You gasp out a pathetic little sob, “N-no. Want to- Wan’ you to make me cum, Toru. Make me cum around your tongue.”

And, well, what his girl wants - then she’s going to get. Because Satoru’s lapping at your cunt even more greedily than before. 

Stretching you out, breathing you in, looking up at your cute expression through his long lashes. Already so fucked-out for him. 

Nose rubbing purposefully in small circles on your clit. Fucking you with his tongue the way he wants to with his cock and he didn’t give a fuck if he suffocated in-between your thighs - he fucking loved it. 

“Hngh- shit shit shit yes!” your nails are digging into Satoru’s scalp at this point. The only thing steadying yourself to prevent you from collapsing onto the ground. And you really can’t help but angle his head just right so that his tongue curls against that one spot inside your plushy walls. 

Thankfully, he gets the memo. Because Satoru’s letting out a strangled little grunt at being so used by you as you drag your cunt across his pretty mouth. Body jerking into his as he hits that spot over and over-

“T-Toru- hah!” thighs quivering, Satoru’s grip bruising as he holds you up. “M’m gonna-” Your plushy walls sucking him up, thighs squeezing around his face. 

“Mhm?”

“Cum! M’gonna cum- ah- fuck fuck fuck-”

He groans huskily into your cunt. Throwing his head back ever-so-slightly to let your slick slide down his throat - greedily waiting for more that was to come. “Then show me how you cum, m’girl. Cum all over my tongue.”

And then you are - all over Satoru’s pretty face. And fuck he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked prettier. Holding his head in place as you rock your hips into his waiting mouth, letting him drink you in so greedily. Clamping down on his tongue like you were trying to milk him. 

And if you were in any better state of mind, you’d notice the delirious little heart eyes that Satoru was giving you, your cunt firm on his face and swollen lips letting out such pretty whines of his name. Toru Toru Toru - like a prayer as you fucking use him for your high. 

Ah, he could stay like this forever, he thinks. But no, an empty house and you all wet n’ pretty for him means there’s too much more to do. 

Which is why he’s pulling away, your slick decorating his lips so prettily. Smeared across the bottom half of his face and dripping onto the hardwood floor in a maddening little drip! drip! drip! 

And Satoru knows, with the way you watch him so intensely, mouth parted, eyes glossy. Which is why he runs a thumb along his mouth, pooling your juices on his fingers and popping them into his mouth. One by one. 

Your jaw drops a little in disbelief as Satoru licks his fingers clean, eyes rolling to the back of his head at your addictive taste. Oh he was ruining you without even touching you. 

“Not enough, princess.” he chuckles. “C’mon, gimme a kiss.”

And, really, how could you ever say no to that face? Because you’re pulling him to you as soon as Satoru stands to his full height. Capturing his lips in such a sloppy, filthy kiss - forcing you to taste yourself and you half-lucidly wonder whether Satoru loved the taste almost as much as you because it was so him.

Bodies so close that your dripping cunt was seeping into his unfairly tight shirt. Forming a lewd little dark patch when Satoru lifts you effortlessly to guide you to the bed. Tongue still entwining obscenely with yours as he splays you out on the soft mattress for him. Drinking in that adorable lil’ shock on your face as you bounce on the bed, so drunk off of him that you didn’t even realize he was taking you to the bed. 

“Shit, y’look the prettiest like this, princess. S’a wonder m’not fucking passing out right now.” he hisses into your lips.

“Toru-” you whine, and shit the way his cock jumps at the mere sound of your voice makes you think that this will be a little trick you’re using more often. “Wan’ your cock s’bad. Wanna-”

You don’t even have the patience to finish the sentence before you’re fumbling with his belt. Something hefty and overpriced but you can’t possibly think about that right now because fuck you get the first sliver of milky skin. 

Satoru’s thighs were so sculpted and thick. It made your mouth absolutely water to wonder what it would feel like to ride them to insanity.

“Y’wanna ride my thighs? Fuck princess, you really are driving me crazy.” 

Shit had you said that out loud? 

Ah, well, it doesn’t matter because Satoru’s pulling his boxers down - so tight with his swollen cock, a dark patch right where his weeping head was. And you almost pout at losing the opportunity to take them off but oh how you’re distracted by the sinful sight before you. 

Satoru was massive - so long and flushed your favorite shade of pretty pink. Shit, you were going to have to get a lingerie set in this color one of these days. He was achingly hard and throbbing, springing up to smear precum all over his abs. 

And before you can even react, Satoru’s pulling you to him. Manhandling your pretty self so easily to straddle one, large thigh. 

“Oh- hngh, Toru.” you look up at him all doe-eyed and teary as he doesn’t even wait for you to register what’s all happening. Grip bruising on your hips as he rocks your hips so sluttily on his leg. “F-feels s’good. Ah-”

“Yeah? Y’like it? Like getting yourself off like a lil’ slut on my thigh?” he groans into your ear, low and husky with need. 

You nod wildly, sloppy pussy dripping all over his thigh, seeping into his skin as you grind your hips to meet his movements. “Like it s’much- ah-”

“Mhm? Better than anything he could ever do?”

“Yes yes yes, Toru-” you sob, cheeks burning as you realize that you’re humping him like a bitch in heat - but oh judging by the carnal little glint in his eyes, he liked it. Loved it, even. Because Satoru could feel the way your swollen folds spread to grind against him, clit pulsing so maddeningly against his skin. So filthy and messy as you used him to get yourself off. “S’much better- the best-”

He just didn’t expect to feel a soft hand wrapping around his cock. Eyes flying open to see you - all glassy-eyed, and fucking yourself on his thigh - wrap a hand around his cock. Starting to move in shallow, unsteady little motions up and down his throbbing cock to get him off at the same time as you.

“Wan’ you to cum, too, Toru.”

“Oh fuck.” he grunts, letting his hips fuck up into your fist in mindless little motions. “Y’don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

And with that his fingers were digging into the skin of your hips, forcing you to hold on for dear life as he drags your dripping cunt faster and faster across his thick. Movements erratic and frenzied now. 

Of course, you were not one to be out-done. 

Satoru’s precum spilling down your hand, your wrist now aching and wet, becoming so, so sloppy trying to get both yourselves off. But you still tighten your fist around his pulsing cock, desperately flying up and down his length. Pulling in quick, jerky motions to milk him for all he’s worth again and again and-

“You’re so oh- good f’me, princess.” he hums. “Your hngh- hands are so p-pretty wrapped around my cock. So perfect for me.” Bucking his hips wildly to meet your hand now, fucking your fist with no shame. Pulling you harsher on his thigh. “S’such a shame you had to hah fuck- meet my father first. I’d have been so much better.”

“Toru!” you squeal as one hand moves deftly from your hips to draw quick, hasty little circles on your throbbing clit. The friction from his thigh and fingers too much to handle. 

“I’d make you happier.” Your body is shaking now, hands messy and trembling around his swollen cock. “I’d make you laugh more and give you all m’time.” You can’t even look at him at this point, eyes scrunched close in ecstasy as Satoru whispers these maddening little phrases into your open mouth. 

“I’d make you cum harder.”

Oh and then you are - tears in your eyes, body convulsing into his as you cum. And of course he’s smirking smugly as he watches you ride your high out on his thigh, brows furrowed and bottom lip bitten in concentration as he holds off cumming. Not now. Not yet. 

“So, better than him or not?”

But shit was it hard. 

Especially when you raise your pretty, barely-lucid eyes to meet his, whimpering out a soft little, “I don’ know yet, Toru. Gonna hafta stuff me full of your cock if you wanna know.”

And perhaps for the first time since you walked in on him after the shower that night, the great Gojo Satoru is taken aback. Eyes widening in surprise, kiss-bitten lips falling into a soft oh! of disbelief. But not for long - never for long - because a devilish little grin breaks out across his face immediately afterwards. 

“Shit, y’really are perfect f’me, princess.”

With a low growl, Satoru is easily pulling your body - limp and boneless in his hands - to straddle his toned hips. 

You let out a yelp at the feeling of his fat tip just kissing your swollen folds, dragging teasingly along them, collecting the slick beading out of your sloppy cunt. Back and forth-

“Who’s got you feeling this way?”

“You, Toru.”

And then he’s pushing in, swollen cock bullying into your snug pussy. Thumbs drawing steady little circles on your hips - yes to reassure you but also to fight off that feral little part of himself that just wants to stuff your pretty lil’ pussy full until his heavy balls smack your ass. Not even waiting for you to adjust. 

But no. No, it was so much better when you were the one desperately trying to suck up his cock. Gasping and moaning out strangled little whimpers of his name as you sink yourself down on his throbbing dick. Inch by fucking inch. 

“S’too big- Hngh! I-is it even halfway in?” you whimper out, and Satoru could almost laugh humorlessly as he tilts his head to glance downwards and shit- he was barely a quarter in. 

“No.” 

“F-fuck” cute little tears streaking down your face now, thighs trembling, “Toru, I-I don’t think I can-”

“You can. And you will.” Fucking up into you in short, rapid little jabs to squeeze himself deeper into your tight pussy. Shit, it was such a squeeze, you were milking the ever-loving soul out of him. And it only made him impossibly harder inside you, making you whine and grind down - torn between chasing the feeling of being so deliciously full and the sheer pressure. “Shit, love when your pussy’s sucking me up so good.” 

One hand is on your hip, sliding you farther and farther down his cock, the other drawing urgent, quick patterns on your clit. Not even circles anymore because shit Satoru doesn’t have the patience nor the sanity for that. Throbbing veins rubbing so sinfully against that one spot in your dripping cunt, splitting you apart to the same rhythm as the pulsing. 

And as soon as your ass meets his heavy balls - already so wet with precum and slick - Satoru doesn’t even know if he’s on planet Earth anymore. Mind spinning, he doesn’t waste any time at all. 

“Fuck yes.” Satoru hisses, throwing his head back. “Fucking finally.” He pulls his hips back, far enough that his angry, red tip is just kissing your sloppy entrance, surging forward, forward, forward- “Y’don’t know how fucking long I’ve wanted this, princess. Needed this s’bad, so so bad you don’t understand. Shit.”

And, hey, his girl deserved to be fucked dumb, right?

“Needed this ever since I saw you at that goddamn gala.” he whispers into your lips, ragged and so fucked-out. Each word punctuated by a harsh, heavy thrust. Ones that have you keening and grasping Satoru’s broad back for support. Nails raking down his shoulders as his pace gets faster. More purposeful.

And you can do nothing but take it, barely even able to form any coherent sentences. So prettily sat on Satoru’s lap as he fucks into you, babbling sweet little nonsenses made for your ears only. “Ever since I saw that murderous little glare you threw at those snobby guests.”

His balls smacking against your ass over and over. A quick, steady little tempo that you were losing your mind to. “Ever since you let me take your hand and drag you away to that secret bar to take shots instead of champagne.”

You don’t know whether you’re even crying at this point - all you know is that your cheeks are wet and your voice is broken as your let out a little, “F-fuck, Satoru- but your fa-”

“Fuck that.” he whines, and you could almost laugh at the adorable pout that makes its way onto his face. And at that you can feel him jolt so deliciously, head snapping up to meet yours. “I’m the better one.”

And as if he’s trying to prove it to your cunt, he’s drilling into you faster. Harder. Hips burning now as he fucks you like some animal. Hitting that sweet spot over and over. “I’m the one with the personality and the looks.” Long fingers almost a blur on your clit as he matches his place. Cock hot, and throbbing inside you. 

“I’m the heir, I get the company, too, if that’s what you like.” He’s bouncing you on his cock animalistically now. Hungry gaze taking in the way you’re sucking him up so well. “And I’m funnier one, I’m the one that should be by your side.”

You see stars behind your eyes at both the pleasure and sheer overstimulation as Satoru starts fucking your cunt as best he could without fucking breaking you  - but, honestly, he didn’t give a shit if you cried. He just wanted to stuff you full and have you cum harder than you ever have in your life. 

“Fuck- fuck yes m’gonna cum Toru- hngh.” You pull him closer to you, allowing him to bury his face in the crook of your neck. “M-make ah! Make me cum, fill me up please, Toru.”

You feel him shudder inside you, balls squeezing so painfully. Hips sloppy and absolutely soaked with precum and slick. “Sh-shit, you’re not too good for m’heart. Ngh, f-fuck- I should be the one to make you cum. Over and over until you don’t know what it feels like to not.”

“Toru!” your eyes fly open, “Yes yes yes- it’s you. Only you-”

Oh, like something snapped then Satoru’s surging forward to bite down on the crook of your neck. Hard. You’d almost think he was out to draw blood. And then with a low groan, and one, harsh little thrust, Satoru’s cumming and cumming inside your pretty pussy. And you are too - back arching as you milk his cock through his high. 

Fingers digging into your skin as he holds your hips to his, letting your cunt be filled up so sloppily. Pumping thick, hot ropes of seed that dribbled out of you each time he pumped his hips into yours. Fucking it deeper and deeper inside you. 

And then you’re both collapsing, the exhaustion suddenly hitting the both of you as Satoru moves you both to lay on the mattress. Fuck, Satoru watches in wonder as his cum gushes out of you and forms a wet little pool on the expensive sheets as he starts to pull out. One round might just not be enough. 

Yet not yet - he can feel his eyes drooping, muscles aching as he pulls your sticky body closer to his. And Satoru knows he should get up and wipe you both down. But right now, he’s too drunk off the heat of your body and that angry little bite on your neck. Distracted by the cute lil’ expression on your face, so tired and thoroughly fucked out. Fingers playing with his hair, looking at him with an expression so fond - just like in his dreams. 

Nothing more is said. And all is quiet in your strange little heaven. 

That is, until - “So, princess. Wouldn’t ya wanna be an heiress instead of a sugar baby?”

A/N. How we feeling???

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