THE MAN ACROSS THE STREET — SATORU GOJO

THE MAN ACROSS THE STREET — SATORU GOJO

THE MAN ACROSS THE STREET — SATORU GOJO
THE MAN ACROSS THE STREET — SATORU GOJO
THE MAN ACROSS THE STREET — SATORU GOJO
THE MAN ACROSS THE STREET — SATORU GOJO
THE MAN ACROSS THE STREET — SATORU GOJO

pairing — neighbour!satoru gojo x fem!reader

summary — when you inherited your grandparents' victorian home, you thought the biggest challenge would be the renovations. what you weren't prepared for was satoru gojo—your insufferably perfect neighbour with his perfect smiles and unexpected talent for home repairs. but maybe, just maybe, he's exactly the kind of renovation partner you need. because four seasons might not be enough to fix a century-old house, but it might be just enough time to fall in love—moment by moment, season by season.

word count — 14 k

genre/tags — home renovation AU, neighbours to lovers, slice of life, mutual pining, slow burn, domestic fluff, idiots in love, misunderstandings, found family, tension, happy ending, gentle romance, cozy vibes

warnings — 16+ ONLY. contains suggestive sexual content, small renovation accident, references to past family deaths (grandparents)

author's note — would you believe this fic has been sitting in my drafts since last year haha. but i finally finished it after months of adding scenes and expanding seasons. i wanted to keep it shorter but well, now it is what it is lol. hope you enjoy <3

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THE MAN ACROSS THE STREET — SATORU GOJO
THE MAN ACROSS THE STREET — SATORU GOJO

When you inherited your grandparents' old Victorian home, you thought the biggest challenge would be the renovations. The sagging porch, the outdated wiring, the kitchen that hadn't been updated since the 1970s — these were all problems you could tackle with enough time, money, and YouTube tutorials.

What you hadn't counted on was Satoru Gojo.

Your new neighbor lived in the equally grand house across the street, though his was perfectly maintained with its pristine white paint and perfectly tended rose bushes. You'd noticed him the day you moved in, impossible not to really, with that white hair and those eyes in the colour of summer skies that seemed to find you no matter where you were. 

It was frustrating, to say the least. 

You'd first noticed him through your kitchen window one morning, still half asleep and clutching your teacup. He was at his mailbox, and for a disorienting moment, you thought you were still dreaming. No shirt. Sweatpants low on his hips. It was really way too early for someone to look that good. It felt almost unfair, frankly. But then he turned, caught you staring and flashed you a smile that could belong in a stupid toothpaste commercial. 

You'd ducked under the counter so quickly you'd spilled tea all over yourself. It was ridiculous, really—hiding in your own kitchen.

Your first actual meeting came three days later, when you were balanced precariously on a ladder, trying to clear the gutters of last autumn's soggy birch leaves. You were reaching for a stubborn clump when a voice drifted up from below.

"You might want to secure that ladder before it slides." 

You looked down. Satoru stood there, one hand casually steadying the ladder, the other holding a steaming mug. His white hair caught the spring sunlight, shimmering like spun moonlight, and his eyes were the kind of blue that made you grateful you were already holding onto something.

“It’s fine, really” you said, even as the ladder wobbled slightly.

“Famous last words.” A corner of his mouth quirked. “But humor me? I’d hate to call an ambulance before I know my new neighbor’s name.” 

That had set the tone for everything that followed. 

He had an uncanny ability to appear whenever you were struggling—or perhaps he was stalking you. Either way, he had a way of offering help in a way that somehow never felt condescending. It was subtle at first—the way he'd bring over coffee when he saw you starting an early morning project, or how he seemed to have an endless supply of useful tools that were "just gathering dust anyway", as he always said.

He never pushed, never overwhelmed, but he was always there, across the street and you found yourself looking over to his house more often than you'd care to admit.

You told yourself it was just practical. He knew the neighborhood, understood old houses, and happened to be surprisingly knowledgeable about house renovation. The fact that he had a smile that made your chest tight, or that he looked unfairly good in everything he wore was entirely irrelevant. He's just a neighbour, you told yourself, even as heat rose in your cheeks. A ridiculously attractive neighbour—unfortunately.

But as spring melted into summer, and summer faded into autumn, you started to realize two very inconvenient truths: One, restoring this house was going to take far longer than you'd planned. And two, Satoru Gojo was becoming a much more relevant aspect of this restoration than you'd wished.

But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It all began with the pipes in spring. 

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Spring was supposed to be about fresh starts and birdsong or whatever stupid idyllic nonsense romance movies peddled. Your old Victorian home, however, had other ideas. Because on one peaceful Sunday morning, the pipe under your kitchen sink decided it had had enough of gravity and time.

You were making coffee when you heard it—a suspicious gurgle, followed by a crack that could only mean trouble. And suddenly, your cabinet was a fountain. Lovely, really, if it didn’t threaten to turn your kitchen into an indoor pool. You managed to shut off the water and were now flat on your back under the sink, surrounded by tools, muttering curses at the rusted pipe, when a knock sounded.

“Having fun down there?”

You jumped in surprise and, naturally, hit your head on the cabinet. Of course it was him. Of course your ridiculously, unfairly attractive neighbor would appear right when you were sprawled on the kitchen floor, soaked and probably looking like a drowned rat.

“Ha ha,” you called dryly, not bothering to move. “I’ve got this.”

“That’s why there’s water running down your driveway?”

You closed your eyes. Counted to ten. “Don’t you have your own house to maintain?”

“Much less entertaining over there.” A rustle of movement, and then Satoru was crouching beside you. His white hair fell forward as he tilted his head, those stupidly handsome blue eyes assessing the situation. “You’re using the wrong wrench.”

“I am not.”

“You are.” He reached past you, picking up a different wrench. “Pipe wrench, not adjustable. Unless you’re aiming for an indoor pool, in which case, carry on.”

You glared at him, which was significantly less effective from your position on the floor. "Don't you have someone else to annoy?"

"On a Saturday morning? Please." He settled onto the floor beside you, his shoulder brushing yours as he leaned in to examine the pipe. "Besides, this is a two person job. One to hold the pipe, one to remove the fitting. Unless you've grown extra arms?"

You hadn’t. Hence the problem. You'd spent the last hour trying to manage it alone and had only succeeded in getting thoroughly soaked and increasingly frustrated.

"Fine," you sighed, scooting over to make room. "But if you make one more smart comment—"

"Would I do that?" He gave you an exaggeratedly innocent look that almost made you smile.

Working together, it took only minutes to remove the damaged section of pipe. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing toned forearms, the sleeves bunching just below his elbows. You tried not to notice how he smelled faintly of sandalwood, or how his presence made your kitchen feel suddenly so much smaller.

"You'll need to replace this whole section," he said, examining the corroded pipe. "The hardware store opens in an hour."

"I know that." You definitely hadn't known that.

"Of course you did." His smile made you want to punch him. "Just like you knew about using the pipe wrench?"

"I will set your house on fire."

He laughed, the sound filling the small space. “No, you won’t. You like having someone around who knows a pipe wrench from an adjustable one.”

A strange warmth spread through you, followed by a healthy dose of suspicion. Was he…flirting? 

No. Impossible. Satoru Gojo didn't flirt. Or better said, he flirted with everyone—the barista at the coffee shop, the elderly woman selling tomatoes at the market, even the hardware store clerk he’d charmed into giving you a discount the other day. It was just his way. 

Still it did make the small space feel a little warmer. And the worst part was, he wasn't entirely wrong. You did appreciate his help. But you'd rather deal with a thousand broken pipes on your own than admit that and witness his self-satisfied grin.

“Don’t you have your own projects?” you asked, pushing yourself up, feigning a nonchalance you absolutely did not feel.

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’, looking far too comfortable sprawled on your kitchen floor. “My house is perfect. Which leaves me free to watch you struggle with yours. Better than Netflix.” 

You grabbed a dish towel and threw it at his head. He caught it easily, because of course he did.

"Come on." He stood in one fluid motion that had no right to look that graceful. "I'll drive you to the hardware store. Unless you want water running down your driveway all day?”

You looked between him and your ruined cabinet, weighing your options. Pride demanded you handle this alone. Practicality pointed out that he actually seemed to know what he was doing, and you really did need that pipe fixed today.

"Fine." You sighed. "But I'm buying my own supplies." You blurted it out, remembering how he’d somehow paid the entire bill before you’d even reached for your wallet last time you'd run into him in the hardware store.

"Whatever you say." He was already heading for the door, keys jingling in his hand. "Though you might want to change first. Not that the wet look isn't working for you, but—"

You looked down at your soaked clothes, then back at him. Your white shirt clung to you like a second skin and was practically see through. Heat rushed to your face.

Why was he only mentioning this now?

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

After the Saturday sink incident, you'd sworn to handle the rest of the plumbing yourself. You weren’t entirely sure why—maybe it was pride, maybe it was the way he’d teased you endlessly about it, or maybe it was the strange flutter in your chest whenever he was near.

Whatever the reason, you’d plotted your renovation schedule around his presumed absences, binged YouTube tutorials until your eyes blurred, and even took your coffee breaks in the backyard, convinced he couldn’t possibly find you there. 

But somehow, Satoru Gojo kept appearing anyway.

"That pipe threading looks wrong," he'd say, appearing beside you like some stupid house ghost. Or, "Those measurements seem off," right when you were about to make a cut. Or worst of all, saying nothing at all. He’d simply stand there with that look until you finally snapped and asked for help.

On one stupid cursed Monday afternoon, the bathroom pipes were your breaking point. You'd been at it for hours, surrounded by copper fittings and pipe dope, when his shadow fell across your work. You really needed to start locking the door.

“Don’t,” you warned without looking up.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking it loud enough.”

“I was just admiring your work.” His voice held that familiar amusement that made your skin prickle. “Though if you’re planning on running water anytime soon—”

Your wrench clattered to the floor. “Fine. What am I doing wrong?”

“Would you believe me if I said everything?”

But the most infuriating part wasn’t just that he was right. It was the way he showed you. His large hands moving gently as he demonstrated the proper technique, his voice low and soft as he explained what you were doing wrong with such patience that made it impossible to stay annoyed with him.

By the time the bathroom was finished, you’d stopped pretending you didn’t need his help. By the time you tackled the upstairs pipes, you’d stopped pretending you didn’t want it.

It became a routine. You’d start a project, he’d appear with some tedious fact about old houses, and together you’d work until the sun dipped below the horizon. He never pushed, never took over, just quietly adjusted your grip on a tool or handed you the right fitting before you even asked.

“You know,” you said one evening, both of you tired and dusted with grime, “for someone with a perfect house, you spend a lot of time in my disaster zone.”

He was quiet for so long you thought he might not answer. Then, his voice, when it came, was different—softer, the usual teasing edge gone. “Maybe I like watching something beautiful come back to life.” 

You looked up, a question forming on your lips, but he was already focused on the pipe in his hands again, his expression shadowed in the fading light. 

The last pipe was replaced on a cool evening in late spring. You both stood in the basement and looked at your work.

“Guess you’ll have to find someone else to annoy now,” you said, trying for a light tone, though a strange heaviness settled in your chest.

“Your electrical panel looks pretty old.”

“Satoru—”

“And those windows definitely need reglazing before summer.”

“You don’t have to—”

“And don’t even get me started on that porch roof.”

You stared at him. “You’re not going to let me do any of this alone, are you?”

He smiled. “Now you’re getting it.” 

And standing there in your basement, covered in dust and sweat, you finally admitted what you'd been fighting all spring—maybe you didn't want to do this alone after all. 

Even if you’d never say it out loud.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Summer arrived like a slow exhale, bringing humid days and the kind of heat that made everything a sweltering ordeal. 

The porch was your next project so that you could reclaim the space before the season completely slipped away. You envisioned lazy afternoons spent sipping iced tea in the shade, reading a book or simply napping. But looking at the porch now, with its peeling paint, crumbling railings, and warped floorboards, that vision felt miles away.

It had become normal to find Satoru on your porch in the mornings, armed with iced coffee and opinions about latest movies. You'd stopped questioning how he always seemed to know your schedule, or why he willingly sacrificed his free time to help you strip old paint from equally old wood.

“This is bad,” he said one stifling morning, poking a section of railing that crumbled at his touch. “How did it get this neglected?”

You swiped at the sweat trickling down your forehead, probably smearing paint stripper across your cheek. “Ask that my grandparents’ bank. Two years of bureaucratic hell before I could even touch the place.”

“I’m more concerned about what you’re doing there. You’re taking off more wood than paint.” His hands hovered for a moment before gently adjusting your grip. “Like this. Gentle but firm. Let the stripper do the work.”

Months ago, the correction would have annoyed you. Now you just moved your hands and noticed how the work immediately became easier. But the warmth of his breath on your neck and the familiar scent of sandalwood still sent a shiver down your spine. You swallowed, ignoring the flutter in your stomach. "Not all of us have a natural talent for restoring historic houses."

"No, some of us just inherited beautiful old houses and decided to learn through trial and error." His voice carried that warm amusement that had become familiar. "Mostly error."

You turned to glare at him, but he was already moving on to the next section, the muscles in his arms flexing as he worked. Not that you were staring. You definitely weren't staring. And if you were, it was purely to study his scraping technique.

So the days fell into a rhythm. Mornings were for demolition—tearing out rotten planks and stripping paint before the heat truly settled in. Afternoons were for repairs, matching new wood to old, rebuilding piece by piece as sweat dripped down your backs.

"My grandmother used to bring us lemonade out here when we were kids," you said one afternoon, both of you sprawled in the shade of the half-finished porch, and as you said it, you could almost smell the lemon, tart and sweet. Hear the clinking of the ice in the heavy glasses. "She had this really pretty set of vintage glasses."

Satoru lay on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes against the sun. “Let me guess—they’re still in the attic somewhere?"

“Along with about a hundred years’ worth of other stuff.” You took a long sip from your water bottle. “I’m almost afraid to look.”

He propped himself up on his elbows, the movement pulling his damp t-shirt tighter across his chest, revealing the faint outline of his abs and the curve of his bicep. A few stray beads of sweat trickled down his temple, catching the sunlight. "We should check it out. After the porch is done."

"We?"

"Unless you're planning to handle whatever horror show is up there alone?" He smiled. “Besides, I’m invested in this house’s resurrection story now.”

"Is that what this is?"

"Isn't it?" He gestured at the porch around you. “Old becoming new. Though hopefully with better plumbing this time.”

You threw a paint chip at him, which he dodged easily. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Never.” He stood and offered you a hand. "It's too good a story.”

You took his hand, and for a moment, you simply looked at him. It struck you then how familiar his presence had become—the easy banter, the shared work, the comfortable silences. It felt like you’d known him forever.

“Alright, let’s get back to it,” he said, his hand still holding yours. “This porch isn’t going to rebuild itself. Unless you’re planning on serving me lemonade on a pile of rotted wood?”

“Who says I’m making you lemonade?”

He tugged you closer, just a little, until you were almost toe to toe. You tilted your head, your gaze locked with his, and something playful flashed in those sky blue eyes of his. “Aren’t I entitled to a little refreshment after all this hard work?”

“You have quite the ideas.”

“Hmh. I have another one.” He released your hand. “You should have a party here when it’s finished. Lemonade and those vintage glasses of your grandmother’s.”

“To celebrate what?”

He glanced over his shoulder, something soft in his expression. “That good things are worth the work.”

You looked away first and focused back on your own section of railing. If your cheeks were warm, it was definitely just the summer heat.

The porch took two more weeks to finish. Every board was carefully replaced or restored, every detail attended to with a gentle care that would have made your grandmother proud. You spent the final evening painting together, working in silence as the sun set.

“It’s beautiful.” You stepped back to admire your work. The fresh white paint glowed in the twilight, making the whole house seem to breathe easier.

“It is.” But when you glanced over, Satoru wasn’t looking at the porch. His gaze was on you.

You cleared your throat, suddenly very interested in cleaning your paintbrush. "So, about that attic..."

His smile, when you dared to look back, was warm and genuine. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," you echoed, trying to ignore the way your heart quickened at the way he said it—like a promise, like there would always be another project, another reason to spend these long summer days together. 

And it felt… good.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

The attic turned out to be exactly the treasure trove you'd hoped but also feared it to be—a cavernous space choked with dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through grimy windows. Air hung thick and still with the scent of dried wood and dust. Piles of furniture shrouded in white sheets were scattered among stacks of old books with brittle pages and dusty hatboxes tied with faded ribbons.

It was chaotic, let's just say that. 

But it was also so familiar it tugged at the edges of your memory, a feeling of coming home to a place you hadn't seen in years. 

The attic had started as a simple weekend project, mostly to fix the insulation before autumn. But each box you opened was like a time capsule of memories. You'd find yourself lost in old photo albums or mesmerised by your grandmother's book collection, renovation plans long forgotten as you sifted through the memories of their lives—and yours. And what you'd initially considered a "weekend project" had clearly been a wildly optimistic estimate.

You were so absorbed in sorting through another box that you didn't hear the footsteps on the stairs until Satoru's head popped through the access panel.

"Your door was unlocked," he said, as that would explain why he always appeared out of nowhere is your house. "I brought lunch."

"Normal people call first," you replied, not looking up from the box in your hands.

"Normal is boring." He pulled himself up without any effort, which was almost offensive considering how you'd stumbled up here earlier. "Besides, you skipped breakfast again. I heard your stomach growling from across the street."

"That's not even possible." But the gnawing in your stomach told a different story. You were hungry, but you hadn't even noticed between the years and years of memories coming back to life.

"And yet." He settled beside you, closer than strictly necessary in the cramped space, and peered into the box. "What's caught your attention this time?"

You held up a bundle of letters, tied together with a red ribbon. "I think they're my grandparents' love letters."

His eyebrows rose. "From the war?"

"Maybe?" You were surprised for a second, not expecting him to remember the little detail you had told him one lazy afternoon in the sun—that your grandfather had served in the army and had been separated from your grandmother for some time. You untied the ribbon, handling the aged paper like it might crumble. The first envelope was postmarked 1943. "Oh. They are."

Satoru leaned in, his shoulder brushing yours as you pulled out the first letter. His body was warm in the cool attic air next to yours, and you caught a subtle hint of sandalwood—a scent that had become inseparable from these shared afternoons.

"My dearest heart," you read aloud, then paused, suddenly feeling like you were intruding on something private. But it’s been over half a century, you reminded yourself. They wouldn’t mind, surely. After all, they left all this to you. You continued, "The cherry trees are blooming here, and all I can think about is how we walked through the park last spring. Do you remember? You were wearing that blue dress, the one that matches the sky, and I knew right then I would marry you—"

"Your grandfather was a romantic," Satoru commented, a soft smile in his voice.

"Shh." You elbowed him lightly. "I carry your picture with me everywhere. The other men tease me about it, but I don't care. When things get dark over here, I just look at your smile and remember what I'm fighting for..." Your voice caught unexpectedly at the written words of your grandfather.

Satoru shifted closer and whispered, "Let me.” His chest brushed against your shoulder and his fingers slid over yours as he took the paper, the touch lingering for a moment longer.

“Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine I'm back home with you," he continued, lips close enough to your temple that you could feel the words as much as hear them. His usual playful tone was gone, replaced by something that made your heart melt. "Sitting on that porch swing, watching the sunset. Nothing grand or fancy, just you and me and the quiet. That's what keeps me going, the thought of coming home to you."

Satoru stood up, brefting you of his warmth and sat down on a dusty stack of boxes near the small window opposite you to get a better view of the letters. The afternoon light caught the silver strands in his white hair, making them glimmer like starlight. He looked younger, almost boyish in the soft light as he continued to read the letter. You watched him, struck by this unfamiliar sight.

"There are dozens more," you said after he finished, gesturing to the box. "Looks like they wrote to each other every week."

"Different time.” His startlingly blue eyes met yours, and for once there was no trace of his usual teasing smile. "People knew how to love back then. They took their time with it."

"You don't think people know how to love now?"

"I think we've forgotten how to do it slowly. How to let it build, letter by letter, moment by moment."

Your heart fluttered strangely, like a trapped bird. It was like glimpsing a part of him he usually kept hidden, a hint of the man beneath the playful nonchalance. Before you could process the feeling, before you could even form a coherent thought, he picked up another letter, breaking the moment with a small, almost apologetic smile. 

“My darling," he read, "Today Mrs. Henderson's cat got stuck in our rosebushes again, and all I could think was how you would have laughed..."

You smiled and settled back against the old boxes as he read, his warm voice washing over you like a soothing dream. The afternoon light caught dust motes dancing in the air, and somewhere in the distance, a church bell chimed.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

August arrived with a heatwave so oppressive, even the cicadas seemed to fall silent. You suggested starting at dawn, hoping to get some work done before the worst of the heat set in, and to your surprise Satoru had no objection, even though you knew he hated early starts and loved sleeping in.

And you were even more surprised when Satoru showed up right on time and you didn't even have to wake him up, armed with paintbrushes and a concerningly large supply of water bottles.

"You really don't have to help with this," you’d told him. "I can do it on my own, really. It’s not complicated or something.”

He arched a brow. "When has that ever stopped me?"

The house was a dull greenish colour. It had originally been a soft sage green, but it had faded over time. It was a colour your grandmother had loved, a shade that reminded her of the rolling hills of her childhood home. So you decided to paint it sage again. But by midday the heat had become almost unbearable, pressing down on you. Air thick and shimmering.

"You need to take a break," Satoru said, watching you sway slightly on the ladder. "You look pale."

"I'm fine," you insisted, even as your head throbbed. "We're almost done with this section."

"The paint will still be here in a few hours." He was already taking the painbrush from your hands. "Go rest before you fall off that ladder and give me a heart attack."

You wanted to argue, but the world was starting to spin in a way that suggested he might have a point. "Just for an hour.”

"Whatever you say." His hand steadied you as you climbed down the ladder, swaying slightly. "Go. Sleep. I've got this."

You wanted to lie down for a moment, just until the throbbing in your head subsided. Instead, you woke to the first gentle breeze of early evening, carrying the distant hum of a lawnmower from a neighboring garden. You stumbled outside, still groggy, and stopped dead.

The house. 

It was finished. 

Every inch of peeling paint had been replaced with perfect sage green and the trim was crisp white. It looked like a completely different house, restored to its former beauty. 

Satoru was putting away the last of the brushes, his white hair darkened with sweat and plastered to his forehead, his clothes splattered with green. He looked exhausted, but a genuine smile touched his lips when he spotted you. 

"You did all that?" you asked, still not quite believing it.

He lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe his face, revealing a fleeting glimpse of his toned stomach with sharply defined abs that you quickly looked away from. He must have seen your reaction, but for once, he didn’t comment. When you looked back, his shirt was down.

“You needed the rest. And I had the time.” 

"Satoru, this would have taken days—"

“A few hours with the right motivation.” He shrugged, as if it were nothing. “Besides, couldn’t leave it half finished. Would have ruined the aesthetic of the street."

You knew that wasn’t the real reason. Just like you knew he didn't spend every free moment helping you with this house because he was concerned about the aesthetic of the street.

It was absurd. He was Satoru, infuriatingly charming, impossibly handsome Satoru. There was no way he could—no, it couldn't be. But the evidence piled up. It was the way his eyes lingered on yours, the way his voice softened when he spoke to you, the way his presence filled every corner of your attention. It was a ridiculous notion, a phantom feeling that had no place in reality. He was a neighbour, a friend, someone who was simply helpful. 

That's all. 

The setting sun painted everything in shades of gold, catching in the wet paint and making your house shimmer like a scene from a fairytale. Satoru was still putting away brushes, his movements slower now, betraying his weariness even as he tried to play it off.

"You didn't have to do this," you said. "Any of it, really. The pipes, the porch, and now this."

He glanced at you, then back at the house. “I wanted to.”

"But why?" The question that had been burning in your throat all summer, since spring, since the first leaky pipe, finally escaped. "You have your own perfect house. Your own life. Why spend every free moment helping me with mine?"

“Would you believe me if I said I just like restoring things?”

"Not really," you said, trying to ignore the way your heart picked up speed when he moved closer. 

He reached out to brush something from your cheek. "You have a little…paint.” His thumb lingered against your skin, sun-warm and gentle. "Right here."

Time seemed to slow, the moment stretching like honey in the golden light. You could see the flecks of darker blue in his eyes, the fine lines at the corners, the way his hair curled at his temples from sweat, and the small smudge of sage green along his jaw. He was so close. Too close.

"Satoru," you breathed, not sure if it was a question or a warning.

"Besides, watching you love this house back to life, even without knowing anything about renovations—" He paused, his thumb tracing along your cheekbone. "It's unexpectedly cute."

You could feel his breath against your lips, could see the question in his eyes as he leaned slightly closer. His other hand came up to cradle your face, and you found yourself swaying towards him, drawn in by the gravity of this moment you'd both been circling since spring.

But then a car door slammed somewhere down the street and broke the spell. You both stepped back. 

Had that…had that almost just happened? You blinked, trying to clear the lingering warmth from your face. It must have been the heat. Or the paint smell. There was no way—

"I should—" He gestured vaguely at the remaining equipment.

"Right. Yeah. Sure" You were babbling, your heart racing like you'd been running. You desperately tried to convince yourself that you’d imagined the whole thing, that the almost kiss was just a figment of your overheated imagination. 

He turned to gather his things, nearly dropping his water bottle twice. You watched him, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't sound desperate or awkward, but your mind was stuck on the phantom feeling of his thumb against your cheek.

At the garden gate, he paused, turning back with that smile that never failed to make your stomach flip. "Try not to break anything else before tomorrow?"

You smiled. "No promises."

He lingered for a moment longer, as if wanting to say something else, but then just nodded and stepped out onto the street. Just before he reached his door, you found yourself moving, yanking open your garden gate without thinking. "Satoru!"

He turned.

"Thank you!" you called out, hoping he could hear everything else you couldn't say in those two words. Thank you for helping. For caring. For almost kissing me.

His smile softened into something genuine, something that made your heart stumble in your chest. "Anytime!”

You stood there long after he'd disappeared into his house, your fingers absently touching the spot on your cheek where his hand had been, wondering how you were supposed to go back to normal after almost kissing your irritatingly perfect neighbour.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

You'd never felt more ridiculous than when you found yourself standing on Satoru Gojo's immaculate porch, holding a slightly lopsided stawberry cake in your hand. After three attempts to ring the doorbell without letting the cake fall to the ground, you were seriously considering just leaving it on his doorstep with a note and running back across the street. But before you could execute your escape plan, the door swung open, and suddenly all coherent thought left your brain.

Satoru stood there in low-slung sweatpants and a fitted dark blue shirt that clung slightly to his still damp skin. A towel was draped around his neck, and his white hair was darker with moisture, falling into his eyes in a way that should be illegal. Droplets of water traced down his neck, disappearing beneath his collar. 

Not that you were staring, of course.

His eyes widened and a stupid, handsome smile lit up his face. "Don’t tell me your kitchen is underwater again?”

"No, no…no emergencies today.” You thrust the cake forward like it’s something hot. "I made this. To say thank you. For all the help." The words tumbled out in a rush. "It's stawberry. Though now I'm realizing you might not even like stawberries, which would be really inconvenient, and—"

"I love them," he interrupted your rambling and took the cake out of your hands. "Did you make this just for me?"

"Don't let it go to your head."

"Too late." He stepped back, gesturing inside. "Come in. It’s too hot to stand out here."

You hesitated at the threshold. In all these months of him appearing at your house, you'd never actually been inside his. It felt like crossing some invisible line you hadn't even realized existed.

"Unless you're scared," he added with that familiar teasing note in his voice.

You groaned and stepped inside. Where your house was still a work in progress, his was... perfect. Somehow both modern and classic, with original hardwood floors that gleamed and a fireplace in the centre of the living room. The furniture was clearly expensive but comfortable, and large windows filled the space with natural light.

"This is—"

"Not what you expected?" He walked past you towards what you assumed was the kitchen, and you caught another whiff of his shower fresh scent.

"I was expecting more mirrors, actually. You know, so you could admire yourself from every angle."

He laughed. "Those are all in the bedroom."

You felt heat creep up your spine at his words and tried very hard not to think about Satoru and bedrooms in the same sentence. You followed him into his kitchen that was equally perfect like the rest of his house. Without thinking, you hopped up onto the wooden island and watched him move around the room.

"Coffee?" he asked, already reaching for mugs.

“Please.” Your legs swung idly as you watched him slice the cake. "Though I should warn you, I don’t bake often.”

“Should I be afraid?" 

"I take it back. No cake for you."

"Too late." He slid a plate across the counter. He leaned against the island opposite you, close enough that your knees almost brushed his. "So, I was thinking about your kitchen.”

"What about it?"

"You need new countertops. And fresh paint." He took a bite of cake, his eyebrows rising. "This is actually good."

"Don't sound so shocked." 

You tried not to focus on how silly domestic this all felt—you on his kitchen island, sharing cake and talking about future projects like you were some kind of … couple.

"I was thinking," he continued, "we could start on that next week? I know a good carpenter who makes really cool wooded countertops that would match the original—"

Your gaze wandered as he spoke, taking in the space. That's when you saw it—a framed photo on the windowsill above the sink. Satoru, looking unfairly handsome in what appeared to be a suit, and a stunning woman with pale hair pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

They looked intimate. 

Happy. 

Like an actual couple.

Your stomach dropped.

"—and the marble could be saved if we—" He paused, noticing your distraction. "What's wrong?"

"Actually." You set down your cake, sliding off the counter, "I just remembered I have this... thing. I need to go."

"Now? But we haven't even finished—"

"It's important." You were already heading for the door, trying to ignore how low his sweatpants hung, revealing a bit of his perfect abs, how at home he looked in this perfect kitchen with its perfect photos of him and his perfect girlfriend. "Thanks for the coffee. And, um, good luck with... everything."

"Wait, what about your kitchen?" He followed you into the hallway. "Shouldn’t we talk about it first, before—"

"I'll figure it out," you said quickly, nearly stumbling in your haste to reach the door. "You probably have other plans anyway. With... people. Important people. I'll just YouTube it or something."

"Other plans? What are you—"

"Bye!" 

You practically fled down his porch steps, not daring to look back at his bewildered expression. You made it across the street with lightning speed, slamming your front door behind you and sliding down against it.

"Stupid," you muttered to yourself, pressing your palms against your burning cheeks. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

Of course he had a girlfriend. Someone that hansome, that charming, that annoyingly perfect—how could he not? And here you were, bringing him cake like some lovesick teenager, reading too much into things.

He was just being polite, probably feeling sorry for the disaster of a neighbour who couldn't even fix a leaky pipe without flooding her kitchen and you were making a complete fool of yourself. You wanted to melt into the floor and disappear.

You could never face him again. How were you supposed to look him in the eye knowing you'd been almost kissing him in your backyard while his gorgeous girlfriend smiled at him from picture frames in his perfect kitchen? How could you ever stand on your porch again without remembering how you'd practically fled from his house like a guilty teenager?

Your kitchen tabletops would just have to stay ugly forever. You'd learn to love them. You pressed your forehead against your knees and groaned. 

And now you'd just have to avoid him for... oh, the rest of your life. 

Easy.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Summer melted into autumn with surprising speed, the maple trees lining your street turning from green to orange and crimson. As the days grew shorter, your grandmother's herb garden was dotted with fallen leaves that crunched underfoot. Even the air felt different—crisper, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and the promise of colder days to come.

And you threw yourself into the next project—the kitchen, armed with nothing but YouTube tutorials, sheer stubbornness and the grudging advice of the grumpy guy at the hardware store (who, you were convinced, hid whenever he saw you approaching).

Things weren't exactly going smoothly. You'd managed to miscalculate the measurements for the new cupboards (twice), and you were pretty sure you'd cracked the new sink while trying to install the tap. But it was your mess, your project, and you were determined to see it through, even if it meant several trips to the hardware store and more withering stares from grumpy guy. 

"Back again?" he'd grumble. "What'd you break this time?"

"Nothing's broken," you'd insist, even as you clutched a piece of pipe that was definitely not supposed to bend that way. "I just need... clarification."

Your kitchen was slowly, painfully coming together. Sure, the subway tiles weren't perfectly aligned, and maybe one cupboard door hung a little lower than its neighbours, but it was yours. Every imperfect angle and slightly wobbly shelf represented hours of YouTube research and grumpy guy's reluctant advice.

If sometimes, late at night, you found yourself staring at your uneven grout lines and remembering how easily Satoru had fixed your sink that first day—well, that was between you and your slightly tipsy reflection in the new (only somewhat streaky) backsplash.

You'd gotten good at avoiding him. Early morning hardware store runs, late evening painting sessions with your curtains drawn. You'd even mapped out his routine—when he left for work, when he usually arrived home, which days he typically did yard work. All so you could time your own activities to minimize any chance of running into his blue eyes.

This was all totally normal, of course. Perfectly reasonable behavior for an normal adult obviously.

Some days were harder than others. Like when you could hear him on his porch in the evenings, chatting with Miss Tanaka about the weather and whether he wanted to go out with her granddaughter. She's so pretty and can cook such good beef stew, she'd say. As if Satoru didn't already have a girlfriend. A perfect girlfriend who could for sure cook a fantastic, wonderful, amazing beef stew. While you ate burned toast.

But you were managing. Mostly. The kitchen was... well, "finished" might be a strong word, but it was functional. Sort of. If you didn't mind that one burner that heated unevenly, or the fact that the new faucet made a strange gurgling sound when you ran hot water.

Even grumpy guy had stopped wincing visibly when you showed him your progress photos, which you counted as a win. "Could be worse," he'd said last week, which was basically a compliment coming from him.

You told yourself it was better this way. Better to have a slightly crooked kitchen than to face the mortification of asking for help from your impossibly perfect neighbour with his impossibly perfect girlfriend. Besides, character was important in old houses. That's what all the renovation shows said. And your kitchen certainly had... character.

It happened on one of those perfect late autumn evenings, when the sky turned deep purple and the air smelled like pine and fallen leaves. You were trying to hang a lamp in your dining room—the sort of task that would definitely require two people, but stubbornness had convinced you otherwise.

The ladder seemed stable enough. The wiring looked mostly right. You stretched, straining to connect the final wire, when you heard it. A soft groan from above, followed by the distinct sound of old plaster giving way. Everything happened at once. The ceiling cracked, raining down decades of dust and debris. The lamp slipped from your fingers, and your balance followed.

You hit the hardwood floor hard, the light crashing beside you in a shower of glass and plaster. For a moment, you just lay there, staring up at the hole in your ceiling and questioning every life decision that had led to this moment.

The sound of your front door bursting open echoed through the house, followed by rapid footsteps.

"Hey! Are you—" Satoru’s voice trailed off as he appeared in the doorway, his eyes widening as he took in the scene—you sprawled on the floor, surrounded by debris, the ladder tipped against the wall, and the sad remains of what was supposed to be your new dining room light.

"Don't say it.”

"Say what?" He crossed the room in quick strides and knelt beside you. "That trying to hang a lamp by yourself is stupid? Or that you're lucky you didn't break your neck?"

"Both. Neither." You winced as you tried to sit up. "How did you even get in here?"

"Your door was unlocked. I was on my porch, heard you scream." His hands hovered near your shoulders, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to help. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine.” 

You tried to push yourself up, but your ankle protested.

"Don’t be stupid." He moved closer, dust from your ceiling clinging to his dark sweater. "Let me see."

"It's nothing—"

"Let me take care of you.” His usual teasing smile was gone, replaced with genuine concern that made your chest tight. "Please?"

The 'please' did you in. You nodded weakly, and before you could process what was happening, Satoru slid one arm behind your shoulders and the other under your knees. He lifted you effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing at all.

"What are you—" you started, your hands automatically gripping his sweater.

"Kitchen has better light.”  He carried you through the doorway, nudging it open with his shoulder. He set you down gently on the counter, careful of your ankle. His hands were warm where they rested at your waist, steadying you.

For a moment, he stayed close, closer than he had any right to be, and you found yourself level with those sky blue eyes that always made you weak.

"Stay," he whispered, finally stepping back. "Let me take care of this."

You wanted to protest, to maintain even a little bit of distance. But your ankle really hurt and you were really tired. So you sat there, perched on your counter (which was definitely not as level as you'd claimed to grumpy guy) and watched Satoru move around your kitchen.

He found a clean dish towel in the second drawer he tried and wrapped some ice in it. His movements were precise, practiced, like he'd done this a hundred times before. Probably for his girlfriend, you thought.

"Your cabinet organization is creative,” he said.

"It's a new system I'm trying out."

"Is that what we're calling chaos these days?" He returned, ice pack in hand. The counter put you at perfect height for him to—no. My god. Stop that train of thought immediately. 

He carefully lifted your ankle, his touch impossibly gentle as he pressed the ice against it. The cold made you flinch, and his other hand came to rest just above your knee.

"Too cold?"

“No, it’s…” You swallowed, trying to ignore the warmth of his hand through your jeans. “It’s fine.”

He hummed, his attention focused on your ankle. He slowly rotated it, checking for damage. You studied his face—the slight furrow of concentration between his brows, the way his hair fell across his forehead, begging to be brushed back.

“Doesn’t seem broken,” he finally said, looking up at you. “But you should stay off it for a few days.”

“I have renovations to finish.”

“The renovations can wait.”

“Says the man with the perfect house.”

He frowned. "You know, for someone so smart, you can be surprisingly dense about—"

A phone buzzed loudly, making you both jump. His phone, you realized, as he pulled it from his back pocket with his free hand, the other still holding the ice pack against your ankle. Probably his girlfriend wondering where he was. 

You pulled your leg back, ignoring the pain. "I should let you go," you said, trying to figure out how to get down the counter without falling on your face. "I'm sure you have... plans."

“No wait.” He kept you were you sat with his hand on your leg. He spoke briefly to the caller, then said, “Just work,” and silenced the phone. His hand returned to your ankle, adjusting the ice pack.

"Oh." You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, heart hammering. "I thought... maybe it was your girlfriend." The words came out small, hesitant. "I wouldn't want to keep you. From her, I mean. She probably wouldn't want you touching other women's ankles and all that..." You were rambling now, a nervous habit you'd never quite kicked. "Not that you're really touching my ankle, I mean you are, but medically, like a doctor, not that you're a doctor—"

"What girlfriend?"

“The one in the picture? In your kitchen? Pretty. Blonde. Kissing you?”

To your surprise, Satoru started to laugh.  "That's my sister. From her wedding. Is that why you've been avoiding me the last few weeks? Because you thought I had a girlfriend?"

"Your... sister?"

"She'd kill me if she heard you thought we were dating."

"But you're so..." Your mind scrambled for words that weren't 'anyoingly attractive' or 'unfairly perfect.' Like, for real, how can he still be single?

"I'm so...?" He was definitely teasing now, thumb stroking your skin just above your ankle in a way that made it very hard to think straight.

"Annoying," you finally managed, which only made his smile widen.

"Annoying enough that you made me cake, then ran away?" He moved closer, until he was standing between your legs, still holding the ice pack but now definitely invading your personal space. "Annoying enough that you've been avoiding me for weeks because you thought I was taken?"

"I wasn't avoiding you," you said. "I was very busy. With renovations."

"Mhm." His free hand came up to brush some plaster dust from your cheek. "Is that why you tried to hang a lamp by yourself?" His fingers traced your jaw and you swayed towards him despite yourself, your heart pounding.

"You're insufferable."

"Some of us," he murmured, now close enough that you could feel his breath on your lips, "believe good things are worth waiting for. Worth doing slowly, properly." His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth. "Letter by letter, moment by moment. Remember?"

Before you could respond, he stepped back. "Your ankle should be fine in a few days. Try to stay off it. And maybe..." He paused at your kitchen door. "Maybe next time you need help with something, ask your annoying neighbour instead of risking you life?"

You managed a nod, your mind still reeling.

"Oh, and by the way?" He looked back at you, his smile softening. "I really like stawberry cakes. In case you feel like baking again."

With that, he was gone, leaving you perched on your counter with a rapidly melting ice pack and the strange feeling that renovating this house wasn't the only project that was going to take time to get right.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Autumn fully arrived, bringing crimson leaves, cloudy skies, and more of Satoru's overbearing everything. Your renovation plans resumed, though now with significantly less chance of bodily harm as Satoru was helping you again. He'd show up at your door with brownies and supplies, his teasing somehow both more and less bearable now that you both knew why you'd been avoiding him.

The universe, however, had a sense of humour. It was on a warm Saturday afternoon, while you were both covered in paint from freshening up your living room panelling, that his sister showed up unannounced. She burst into your house, barely containing her glee at finally meeting the neighbour who had mistaken her for her brother's girlfriend.

You wanted to sink into the floor as she told you cheerfully how hard she'd laughed when Satoru called to tell her about the misunderstanding. Her amusement only grew as she took in the sight of the two of you, splattered with paint and clearly at ease in each other's company. She left you with her phone number and the promise of embarrassing childhood photos of her brother, while Satoru tried and failed to get her out before she could do any more damage.

The rest of autumn rushed swiftly into the frozen stillness of winter as the lines between your lives began to blur more and more—his tools mixed with yours in the garage, his coffee mug claimed permanent residence in your cabinet, and his presence became as much a part of your home as the creaky floorboards and old doorknobs. 

It felt…natural in a way.

Natural that he'd show up at your house in the morning with fresh pastries and you'd make coffee for the two of you, and natural that you'd work on your house and do something fun at the weekends. Even the way your heart stuttered whenever he was near felt strangely normal, a natural rhythm in this new, unexpected something—something you never named. And yet, amidst the rush, there were moments when time seemed to slow, stretching out like taffy, each shy glance, each lingering touch, each shared laugh becoming a precious memory.

One of those moments was at the pumpkin patch. You'd been wandering through the rows of pumpkins, Satoru trailing behind you, searching for the perfect ones to decorate your house for Halloween. It was a tradition you loved since childhood, bringing back memories of visiting the local patch with your grandfather. You could almost feel the scratchy wool of his sweater against your cheek as he hoisted you onto his shoulders, hear his happy laughter, and feel the warmth of his hand in yours.

"Wait!" you called out, stopping so suddenly that Satoru almost bumped into you. "Look at that one!"

Off to the side sat perhaps the largest pumpkin you'd ever seen. It was definitely lopsided, one side bulging more than the other, and its stem curved at an odd angle.

"That's...quite a pumpkin." Satoru tilted his head. "Though maybe something a bit more manageable would—"

"It's perfect." You already tried to figure out how to lift it. The thing had to weigh at least twenty kilos.

"Perfect might be a stretch." His lips quirked up at the corners as he watched you circle the massive thing. "It's practically your size. And that's definitely not its best side."

You shot him a look. "Not everything needs to be perfect to be beautiful." Your hands settled on your hips as you studied your chosen pumpkin. "Sometimes the imperfect things are the best things."

"Like your crooked kitchen cabinets?”

You ignored his comment and attempted to lift the pumpkin, managing to get it about two centimeters off the ground before setting it back down. "It’s called character."

“Character?” He watched your continued attempts with clear amusement. "It's a safety hazard."

“Are you going to help me or just stand there looking pretty?”

“Oh, so you think I’m pretty?”

“Shut up and help me with this pumpkin.”

“As my lady commands.” 

He stepped forward, effortlessly lifting the massive pumpkin like it weighed nothing. Show-off, you thought. Was there anything he wasn’t good at? Renovations, apparently, and now this.

Back home, he carried the pumpkin to your porch, the orange leaves rustling in the gentle wind. You carved the pumpkins on your newly renovated porch as neighbours raked leaves, the crisp autumn air carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth. Later, his pumpkin looked like some stupid sculpture out of a museum. Of course. Because apparently, Satoru Gojo was good at literally everything. Yours? Well, yours was…cute. You’d call it ugly. Satoru insisted it was cute, and you almost, almost, believed him.

“Why are you so good at everything?” you sighed, more to yourself than him, leaning back and gazing upwards. "Any other hidden talents I should know about?"

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I would, actually.” Your cheeks flushed as you quickly sat up, a nervous stumble sending you straight into his face, as he leaned in too. “Oh, I didn’t mean—” 

Something flickered in his expression, a subtle twitch of his brow as his gaze flickered down to your lips. For a heartbeat, you thought he might—but then a single leaf drifted down and the moment shattered. He cleared his throat and turned back to his pumpkin.

"So, where do you want to place them?" he asked.

You let him return to safer topics, frustration washing over you, trying to ignore the way your skin still tingled where his leg had brushed against yours. This had become your new normal—these almost-moments, these near-misses that were driving you absolutely mad. Were you imagining things? Reading too much into every look, every touch? Or was he intentionally playing some game, dangling the possibility of something more, only to snatch it away at the last moment? It was agonizing, a slow torture that was getting harder and harder to endure.

You placed the pumpkins on your porch. Satoru excused himself, saying he had some work to do. Apparently, he was working on something international, fielding calls from overseas offices at ridiculous hours. 

"I've got that conference call at two," he said, already backing towards his house. "Dinner later? I'm trying out a new recipe."

It wasn't the first time he'd invited you over—these casual dinners had become a natural part of your... whatever this was. But was it just natural? Or was it something more? You'd thought, with every invitation, every lingering look, every almost-kiss—and at this point, with almost-kiss number 3000, you were starting to lose count—that this time would be different. But maybe, just maybe, it was all in your head. Maybe you were reading too much into everything, again.

"What time?" you asked.

"Seven? Bring wine. And maybe that stawberry cake recipe you've been perfecting?"

"You just want me for my baking."

"Among other things." Before you could respond, he was already heading back to his house, calling over his shoulder, "Don't be late!"

You watched him go, your heart stuttering, wondering if he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

Dinner at Satoru's had become a natural part of your week, but something felt different that evening. Perhaps it was the early autumn darkness pressing against the windows, or the intimate warmth of the kitchen under the amber pendant lamps. Or maybe it was just how he moved around you in his kitchen, always somehow managing to brush past even though there was plenty of space.

 He'd outdone himself with dinner, though you'd never tell him that—his ego was big enough already. But he was, you had to admit, a surprisingly excellent cook. Watching him plate the food with the same careful attention he gave to everything, you had to admit he had a talent for this too. Of course he did. It was starting to seem like there wasn't anything Satoru Gojo couldn't do perfectly.

The wine you'd brought paired perfectly with his cooking, because of course it did. He'd probably somehow predicted exactly what you'd choose and planned the meal around it. You wouldn't put it past him, not with how he seemed to anticipate your every move these days. Conversations flowed easily between you. He shared work stories, you gave updates on your projects, and somehow, your feet ended up on his lap beneath the table. He massaged them absently, after you complained about standing all day.

When he suggested a movie afterward, it felt natural to say yes. You watched him make popcorn on the stove and then moved to the couch. The movie was something neither of you really paid attention to, both too aware of how close you sat on his ridiculously comfortable couch. Every time you reached for the popcorn bowl between you, your hands would brush, sending little sparks up your arm. You caught him watching you more than the screen, but whenever you turned to catch him at it, his eyes were innocently focused forward.

As the evening wore on, the warmth of the wine and his presence made your eyelids heavy. You tried to stay awake, but when he gently draped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, resistance melted away. You drifted off against his shoulder, the last thing you remember is the soft brush of his lips against your hair as sleep pulled you under.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

November deepened into December, and the air grew cold with the promise of winter. One morning, the first snow fell, lightly covering your porch and making everything look like a Christmas card. The holiday market downtown was in full swing by mid-December, stalls lined with evergreen boughs and twinkling lights that reflected off fresh snow. You'd been surprised when Satoru suggested you both go, casually mentioning it while helping you install new crown molding in your dining room.

"They've set up an ice rink this year," he'd said, measuring tape in hand, not looking at you directly. "Thought it might be fun."

Which is how you found yourself wandering between market stalls on a Saturday afternoon, your breath clouding in the cold air as Satoru walked beside you, unfairly handsome in a charcoal peacoat and blue scarf that matched his eyes.

"Have you tried the hot chocolate?" Satoru asked, nodding towards a stall where steam rose from copper pots. "I've heard they make it with real Belgian chocolate."

"Are you trying to fatten me up for winter?" But you were already moving.

He followed, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Just trying to keep you warm. Can't have you catching a cold before we finish that bathroom tilework."

The hot chocolate was rich and velvety with a hint of cinnamon, the warmth spreading through your chest as you continued to wander the market. Your fingers grew numb despite your gloves, and Satoru must have noticed because he suddenly handed you his cup.

"Hold this a second." Before you could question him, he removed his own gloves—expensive-looking leather ones—and handed them to you. "These are better insulated. Trade me."

"I can't take your gloves."

"You can and you will." His tone left no room for argument. "Besides, my hands run hot."

You reluctantly made the exchange, noticing how his gloves swallowed your hands but feeling instantly warmer. Something about wearing his gloves made your heart do a strange flutter. As it always seemed when you were near him. 

As afternoon stretched into early evening, the market lights came on, making everything look magical. That's when you spotted it—the ice rink, lit up with fairy lights, skaters gliding in circles across the surface.

"Ready to try?" Satoru asked, following your gaze.

"I haven't skated since I was a kid."

"Perfect time to remember then. I'll make sure you don't fall."

Ten minutes later, you stood at the edge of the rink, wobbling precariously on thin blades while Satoru waited patiently beside you. He'd stepped onto the ice with infuriating grace, as if skating were as natural to him as breathing.

"How are you already good at this?" you said, clutching the railing.

"Can’t help it," he replied, like that would explain it. "Come on. I've got you."

Taking a deep breath, you placed your hand in his. His fingers closed around yours, warm and steady, as he pulled you onto the ice. Your legs immediately threatened to slide in opposite directions, but Satoru kept you upright.

"Small steps." His other hand came to rest at your elbow for support. "Don't think about it too much. Let your body remember."

You focused on not falling, even though all you could focus on was his hand in yours, his presence beside you as you slowly made your way around the edge of the rink. Other skaters whizzed past, some holding hands, others chatting to their friends. 

After one cautious lap, you began to find your balance. Your death grip on Satoru's hand loosened slightly, though you weren't about to let go completely.

"See? You're a natural," he said, his voice warm.

"I wouldn't go that far. You're doing most of the work."

He smiled, adjusting his pace to match yours. "We make a good team."

The way he said it—so casually, so confidently—sent your thoughts spiraling. Did you make a good team? The evidence was certainly there—the beautifully restored porch, the new plumbing that never leaked, the kitchen with its even countertops that you'd finally finished together. But was that all this was? A renovation partnership?

Because holding his hand like this, skating side by side under twinkling lights with Christmas music playing softly in the background—it felt like more. It felt like a date. 

Like something couples did.

Your mind raced as you made another lap around the rink. When had Satoru Gojo become more than just your annoying neighbour? When had his smug smile started making your heart race instead of your blood pressure? And why, despite all the lingering touches and loaded glances over the past months, had he never once tried to kiss you?

"You're thinking too hard again," Satoru said, interrupting your thoughts. "I can practically hear the gears turning."

"Just trying not to fall."

"Relax. I've got you." He squeezed your hand reassuringly, and you couldn't help but wonder if he meant it beyond the ice rink.

Was it possible you were imagining the whole thing? Maybe he was just being nice. Maybe this outing was purely neighborly. Maybe he wasn't interested in you that way at all. Or worse—what if he was gay? No, that couldn't be it. You'd met his ex-girlfriend when she stopped by to drop off some mail that had been mistakenly delivered to her place. Besides, no straight man looked at a woman the way he sometimes looked at you when he thought you weren't paying attention.

So what was it then? Was something wrong with you? Were you not his type?

"Ready to try without the railing?" Satoru asked, pulling you from your spiral.

"Um, I don't think—"

"Trust me," he said softly, and despite your better judgment, you did.

He guided you towards the center of the rink, one hand still firmly clasping yours, the other now resting lightly at your waist. The contact, even through layers of winter clothing, sent a jolt through you.

"You're doing great," he said as you wobbled slightly. "Just find your balance."

"Easy for you to say. You're apparently good at everything."

He laughed. "Not everything." 

You didn’t believe him for a second.

Your right skate hit a rough patch of ice, and suddenly you were pitching forward, arms flailing. Time seemed to slow as you prepared for the inevitable crash onto hard ice. But instead of cold pain, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, catching you. Satoru pulled you against his chest, steadying you both.

You found yourself pressed against him, your hands clutching his coat, faces inches apart. His blue eyes were wide, a few strands of white hair falling across his forehead. You could feel his heart racing—or was that yours?

"Are you okay?" he asked, breath warm against your cheek.

You nodded, unable to speak, certain that this was it—the moment he would finally close the distance between you. His gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there as one of his hands moved up to brush a strand of hair from your face. Your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation, heart hammering against your ribs.

"You know," Satoru said, amusement colouring his tone, "for someone who managed to restore an entire Victorian house, you're surprisingly bad at staying upright on a little ice."

Your eyes snapped open to find him grinning down at you and the moment shattered. He set you back on your feet, though he kept one arm loosely around your waist for support.

"I think I need a break," you said, trying to hide your frustration. "My ankles are killing me."

"Of course." He led you to the exit, his hand returning to yours like it belonged there. "Hot cider? My treat."

As you made your way off the ice, you couldn't help but think that for someone so skilled at fixing things, Satoru Gojo seemed determined to leave whatever was between you two beautifully, frustratingly unresolved.

Despite your disappointment at the almost kiss, the rest of the evening at the market had been pleasant enough. You'd shared warm cider at a wooden table, watching children chase each other through the snow while Satoru told stories about his own childhood winters. He'd insisted on buying you a knitted scarf when he'd caught you admiring it, and wrapped it around your neck himself with aching tenderness. And it made you want to die that he didn't kiss you while he wrapped the scarf around you.

By the time you'd explored every stall, your earlier frustration had mellowed into a dull ache of confusion. Satoru seemed completely at ease, carrying your purchases and guiding you through the crowd with a gentle hand on your lower back—another gesture that felt so intimate, yet so casually offered.

The drive home was quiet, snowflakes dancing in the headlights as Satoru navigated the slippery roads. You stared out the window, watching the familiar streets of your neighbourhood change under the touch of winter, your mind replaying that moment on the ice over and over again. Why hadn't he kissed you?

He must have felt it—that perfect alignment of circumstances, that electric current running between you. For months now, you'd been dancing around this thing, this unspoken whatever it was.

"You're quiet," Satoru said, his voice breaking through your thoughts as the car came to a stop in front of your house. The snow was falling harder now, collecting on the windshield.

"Just tired." You forced a smile. "Thank you for today. It was fun."

"Are you sure that's all it is?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

Before he could answer, you gathered your bags and pushed open the car door. "Goodnight, Satoru."

You hurried up the now perfectly restored steps of your front porch, fumbling with your keys as snowflakes clung to your hair and eyelashes, desperate to bury all those confusing feelings deep down, underneath a lot of chocolate and trashy romance Christmas movies. But then the sound of a car door closing behind you made you stop.

"Hey," Satoru called, his footsteps crunching through fresh snow. "Wait a second."

You took a deep breath and turned to face him. He was standing at the bottom of your porch steps, snowflakes catching in his white hair, his forehead furrowed. "Something's wrong. I can tell."

"It's nothing. Really, I'm just tired."

"After all these months, I'd hope you'd know you can't lie to me." He climbed the steps slowly until he was standing in front of you. "Did I do something? Say something?"

You shook your head. "It's not about what you did."

"Then what?" He took another step closer, and you could see the genuine confusion in his eyes. “What is going on?”

"It's about what you don't do, Satoru." The words escaped before you could stop them, tumbling out in a rush of frustration and longing. "What you never do."

He blinked. "What I don't do?"

You gestured helplessly between the two of you. "This. Whatever this is. You fix my pipes and paint my house and take me ice skating. You look at me sometimes like—" You paused. "But then nothing. You never... you never try to..."

"You think I don't want to kiss you," he said.

"Well, what am I supposed to think? You spend every waking moment at my house, you bring me coffee every stupid day, you watch movies with me and like, you buy me cute little scarves and, I mean—who does that?” 

You were pacing now, your frustration building as months of confusion spilled out. Snowflakes swirled around you as you moved, melting against your flushed cheeks.

"Do you have any idea how confusing that is? One minute you're touching my face like you can't help yourself, the next you're acting like we're just neighbours working on a house together. Am I imagining things? Are you just being nice? Is there something wrong with me—"

Your rant was suddenly cut short as Satoru closed the distance between you in two quick steps. His hands came up to frame your face and before you could process what was happening, his lips were on yours. His mouth was warm despite the cold, his lips soft but insistent against yours, effectively shutting down every coherent thought.

You stood frozen for a split second before your body caught up with reality. Then you kissed him back, your hands fisting in his coat, pulling him closer as his thumbs gently stroked your cheeks. The kiss deepened, his tongue teasing yours as one of his hands slid to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair.

When he finally pulled back, you were both breathing hard, little clouds forming in the cold air between you, his hands still cupping your face.

"For the record," he said, his voice deeper and rougher than you'd ever heard it, "I've wanted to do that since the moment I steadied your ladder that first day. Every time I've been in a room with you. Every time you've chewed your lip while concentrating on something. Every damn time you've worn my chequered shirt".

You blinked up at him, still dazed from the kiss. "Then why didn't you?"

"Because I was trying to be a gentleman." His thumb traced your lower lip, still sensitive from his kiss. "Because I didn't want to complicate things when you were already dealing with so much. Because I wanted to be sure you felt the same way." A small, self-ironic smile touched his lips. "And because every time I worked up the courage, I'd get lost in those eyes of yours and forget how words work."

"So instead you taught me about crown molding?"

"I'm better with my hands than with words," he admitted, then immediately looked chagrined at the unintended innuendo. "That's not what I—"

This time, you cut him off, rising on your tiptoes to press your lips to his. He responded immediately, his arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you slightly so you fit perfectly against him as snowflakes continued to fall around you.

"For future reference," you said as you broke the kiss, "I'd much rather you kiss me than explain proper grouting techniques."

"Noted." 

Without another word, he scooped you up in his arms, one hand supporting your back, the other beneath your knees, and carried you towards your front door with the same effortless strength he'd shown lifting drywall and moving furniture.

"The door," you reminded him, fumbling with your keys.

"I've got it." He somehow managed to balance you perfectly while taking the keys and unlocking the door. "I'm very good with my hands, remember?"

Satoru carried you over the threshold and kicked the door shut behind him. Snowflakes melted in his white hair as he set you down in the dim entryway, but he didn't step back, holding you between his body and the wall.

"You have no idea how many times I've imagined this." His hands slid up your sides as his mouth claimed yours once more. "How many nights I've lain awake across the street, thinking about you in this house."

And you nearly fainted as you imagined him in his house across the stress, thinking about you, his hand down his pants and—

"Every room in this house," he said, his voice rough as he pushed your coat from your shoulders. "I've thought about having you in every single one."

"We did renovate them all." Your voice faltered as his lips found your neck, trailing kisses down to the sensitive spot where it met your shoulder. "Seems only fair we should... test our work."

"I think I’d like that." His hands slid beneath your sweater, warm against your chilled skin as they traced up your sides. Your own fingers tangled in his snow dampened hair, pulling him back to your mouth for a kiss that quickly burned away any remaining cold.

"Bedroom?"

"Too far," you breathed, already tugging at his sweater. "Besides, we just redid the living room couch."

He smiled. In one fluid motion, he lifted you again, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you towards the living room. The last snowflakes in his hair melted as he lowered you onto the couch you'd spent three weekends reupholstering together. His body covered yours perfectly, like he belonged there, had always belonged there.

And as the snow continued to fall outside, covering your Victorian home in a pristine blanket of white, Satoru Gojo finally showed you exactly what his hands were capable of—proving once and for all that some things were worth the wait.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Spring arrived with a gentle persistence, coaxing crocuses from the soil and washing away the last traces of winter. Your Victorian house looked lovely in the morning light, its sage green paint gleaming, and its porch ready for the warmer days ahead.

The sound of knocking preceded Satoru's arrival, followed by a short pause and his usual sigh when he'd remembered he had keys, before his familiar footsteps echoed across the parquet floors you'd refinished together. You were in the kitchen, still in your pyjamas, going over the plans for the sunroom you'd decided to add to the back of the house.

"Morning," Satoru called, appearing in the doorway with his usual—two coffee cups balanced in one hand, a small paper bag of pastries in the other. His white hair was slightly dishevelled, as if he'd rushed out without taking the time to comb it properly.

"You know you don't have to knock anymore," you said as he handed you the coffee. "You have a key."

"Force of habit." He pressed a quick kiss to your temple before sliding into the chair next to you. "Besides, what if you were up to something scandalous?"

"At seven in the morning?"

"I distinctly remember yesterday morning getting pretty scandalous. And the day before that—”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as memories flooded back of the way he'd pinned your wrists above your head with one hand while the other explored your body with agonizing slowness. The way he'd whispered in your ear exactly what he was planning to do to you, his voice dropping to that low register that always made you shiver. The way he'd taken his time, so thorough in his attention that you'd been reduced to breathless pleas before he finally gave you what you needed and—okay, stop. Not now.

Three months into your relationship, and he still made you blush like a stupid teenager—among other things.

"Those were special circumstances," you said, trying not to smile.

"Oh yeah? What kind of special circumstances?"

"You brought croissants." You peeked into today's bag, ignoring his teasing. "Are these the chocolate ones from that bakery downtown?"

"Maybe." He smiled, watching you with that soft expression that still made your heart skip. "I had an early video call with our research partners about the new pharmaceutical trial. Thought I'd pick up breakfast on the way back."

You paused, coffee halfway to your lips. "Wait, you already had your meeting? I thought that wasn't until nine."

"Started at five." He shrugged, stealing a piece of your pastry. "The Munich lab had some promising results they wanted to discuss right away. Worked out, though—wanted to catch you before you got too deep into those sunroom plans."

Warmth blossomed in your chest. In the months since that snowy night on your porch, Satoru had slowly woven himself into every aspect of your life. He still brought you coffee every morning, still helped with renovations, still looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

The only difference was that he now often spent the night, his clothes gradually migrating into your wardrobe, and his shower gel suddenly appeared one day in your bathroom. Even his microbiology textbooks and research papers had found their way onto your coffee table, his lab notes sometimes mixed in with your renovation plans.

"Speaking of the sunroom," he continued, "I think the windows we recently found in the attic would look great in there. The original glass has that slight waviness that would catch the light beautifully."

"I was thinking the same thing." You slid the blueprints towards him. "I've been playing with the dimensions to make sure they'd fit."

He leaned closer, his shoulder pressing against yours. "This looks perfect. Though we might need to adjust the framing here to account for the original hardware."

You smiled at his use of “we”—so natural now, so right. Every project had become a shared undertaking, every decision made together.

"By the way," he began, "I've been thinking—"

"A dangerous pastime for you."

"I'm serious." He took a breath, suddenly looking uncharacteristically nervous. "The house is looking amazing. We've fixed almost everything that needed fixing."

"Except that creaky step on the back stairs," you reminded him.

"And the slight warp in the pantry door," he added.

"And the—"

"Okay, so there's still a list." He laughed. "But my point is, we've done so much work here. Together."

"We have," you agreed, wondering where he was going with this.

He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it further. "Meanwhile, my house is just sitting there. I'm barely even there anymore except to grab clothes or check if anyone's stolen my mail."

Your heart began to beat faster as you caught his meaning. "Satoru Gojo, are you trying to say something specific?"

“What if we just... you know, focused on one house instead of two?" His eyes met yours, vulnerable in a way you rarely saw. "Maybe focusing on just one house instead of maintaining two?"

"Are you asking to move in together?" You couldn't help the smile spreading across your face.

"Well, technically I'm asking which house we want to live in. Though I'm kind of partial to this one. We've put so much of ourselves into it."

You twisted in your chair to face him fully. "You'd leave your perfect house with its perfect kitchen and perfect view?"

"My perfect house feels empty without you in it." The simple honesty in his voice made your throat tight with emotion. "Besides, this house has better bones."

"Yes," you said, sliding your arms around his neck. "Yes to consolidating our renovation efforts. Yes to deciding which house. Yes to all of it."

"You sure? I know you like your space and I don't want to, like, suffocate you or—"

You cut him off with a kiss, soft and sweet and tasting of chocolate pastries. "Satoru, you've been in my space since the day you showed up to fix my stupid leaky pipe. At this point, it doesn't feel like my space without you in it."

He rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed for a moment. When he looked at you again, there was that softness, that tenderness that still made your heart flip.

"I love you," he said simply. "In case that wasn't clear."

"I figured that out somewhere between you painting my entire house during that insane heatwave."

He laughed, the sound echoing in the kitchen you'd rebuilt together. "And here I thought it was my extensive knowledge of old pipes that won you over."

"That helped," you admitted, fingers playing with his hair. "Though it was really your hands that sealed the deal."

"My hands, huh?"

"Mmhmm." You pressed closer, coffee and blueprints momentarily forgotten. "Very skilled hands."

"Well" he murmured, those hands already finding their way under your pajama top, "some things deserve special attention to detail.”

"Are we seriously still doing renovation metaphors?"

He laughed and pressed a kiss to your neck. "Some traditions are worth keeping."

Later, as sunlight streamed through your kitchen windows—windows he'd helped you restore months ago when you were still pretending to be just neighbours—you lay tangled together on the kitchen floor.

"You know," you said, tracing patterns on his chest, "your house does have that amazing bathtub."

"True." He pressed a kiss to your hair. "But this house has you."

You smiled against his skin. “We could always redo the bathroom here. Get an even better tub."

"I like how you think." His arms tightened around you. "Though we'd need to check the floor supports first, maybe upgrade the plumbing—"

You propped yourself up on one elbow to look at him, at this impossible man who'd somehow become your everything.

"I love you," you said simply. "Even when you're being a total renovation nerd."

His smile was soft, genuine, the smile he saved just for you. "Especially then?"

"Especially then."

Outside, spring painted the neighborhood with fresh green. But inside, in this house you'd brought back to life together, you'd found something even better—a future you were building together, room by room, day by day, one cup of morning coffee at a time.

THE MAN ACROSS THE STREET — SATORU GOJO
THE MAN ACROSS THE STREET — SATORU GOJO

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author's note — omggg, we made it through all four seasons and a complete house renovation ! kept thinking while writing that the most unrealistic thing about this story is not satoru gojo being a perfect neighbour and fixing leaky pipes for us, but owning a house in this economy lol.

anyway, thank you so much for reading this silly little story and i hope it brought you as much joy as it did me while writing it. until next time ! <3

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what-the-jams
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Hii can you do a jjk smau where you ask them to rail you pre relation or like friends please :]

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Hii Can You Do A Jjk Smau Where You Ask Them To Rail You Pre Relation Or Like Friends Please :]

HELLO! i’m sorry it took sooo long to do it but here we are!! i hope you’ll like it! 🤍

in which you ask them to rail you during your friendship! suggestive smau, afab reader

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what-the-jams
1 month ago

Too Hot

Too Hot

A/N: Requested, 1.7k

Bakugou x bunny! reader

Warnings: NSFW, slight breeding kink, bunny!reader

Tagging: @mindninjax @twicejynxed @widow-nikki-smith @fittedmistress @

Fingers swiped across your hard nub, legs and stomach tensing as the knot in your stomach began to be pulled apart. Another wave of pleasure spilled out of your opening, leaving your sheets drenched. Whines tried to escape past your trapped bottom lip, painfully biting it. Your heart began to calm down but that fire in you was burning brighter again, making your bunny ears twitch against your pillow.

You loved your quirk, really you did but going into heat wasn’t something that you were expecting. Born with bunny ears and a puffy cottontail right at the base of your spine, your quirk granted you the speed and hind powers of a rabbit. Once a month though, your body ran hotter, your ears were extra sensitive and your sex drive was through the roof. Your fingers and toys worked just fine but the one thing that really had you going was daydreaming of a certain hothead. Bakugo Katsuki was aggressive, loud and so confident in himself, it made your panties wet at just the thought of him. Reaching for your vibrator, green in color, you rolled the tip over your clit. Just imagining that it was Bakugo running the tip of his length over your lower lips. Dipping it into your wetness then running it up to your clit once more with a higher vibration. Your spine curved as you arched into the air as if you were arching into Bakugo’s chest. A wave of pleasure was forming higher and higher before it crashed down on your body, making your legs spaz around and pussy clench around emptiness as you came.

“B-Bakugou.” the moan was dragged from your throat and you couldn’t even stop the whine if you wanted to. The dull pleasure radiating in between your legs and the rhythmic tics of your tail had your other senses tuned down. This caused you to fail to hear someone calling you on the other side of the door.

Bakugo Katsuki had no sense of privacy as he barged into your room after only calling your name once, he swore he heard his name come from the room. The blonde wanted to practice sparring with you since you could actually give him a challenge and he liked to admire you up close. Not that he would admit that at all. Flaming red eyes spotted your body sweating on the body, legs pressed to your chest with the vibrator laying next to you. You were oblivious to your audience and he was still trying to process what he should do. Here you were, spread out with your long white ears pressed down flat and he knew that you did call for him now.

“Oi..Oi...Oi.”

Your body seized up with fear and embarrassment as a small squeak left your lips. Eyes opened wide as Bakugo came into view. He was standing by the door, locking it up before smirking at you. The wolf trapped the bunny.

Instantly you dragged a cover over your bare body. “B-Bakugou?! What the hell are you doing?” Even just saying his name had your body temperature burn higher, the heat in between your thighs was begging for more. The blonde stalked towards your bed.

“Now I can see why you didn't hear me knock.” He stood close enough to touch. “You were calling my name out so loud to hear, huh? I came to drag your ass to train but I think we can still do that in here.” His deep voice was laced with confidence, reaching out to grab a hold of your ankle.

He wanted you too? Your thoughts raced in a circle before a meek ‘yes’ fell from your lips. You wanted him so badly and here he was presenting you the opportunity and you were gonna jump on it. Literally.

He was quick to trail his hand up your thighs, spreading your legs to see how soaked you were. Grabbing the toy, he tossed it aside, there was no need for it now that he was crawling in between your legs. Bakugo looked down at you in adoration, legs closing around his waist, breasts in clear view, oh how bad he was going to mark them. Then your face, the way you staring back at him the same way was an ego booster, not that he needed one.

A finger reached down and circled your opening, feeling the heat from your core. Just that simple touch drove you close to the edge. He could see the desperation and it drove him crazy with anticipation. He wondered how many orgasms you drew from yourself with those fingers and vibrator. Leaning down to graze his teeth across your erect nipples, he spoke again. “You need me so badly, don’t cha?” This was supposed to be his time to train so he figured it was only fitting to drag this out just as long. A sharp bite, at the same time his thumb rubbed at your clit, had you crying his name out his.

“Katsuki! Please just fuck me already.” Already begging. You would have been ashamed if not for the heat engulfing the room in a frenzy. The desire to cum on his dick was all that you could rational at this point. Bakugo pulled away to see where marks would show up soon enough, fingers leaving your pussy while he shuffled back. Sitting up on your elbows to pout at him, tears glistening in your eyes.

“Calm the fuck down.” He grumbled. “I don't want to ruin my clothes.” unfastening his pants and pulling them along with his briefs down. His length jumped out, bouncing slightly from being released. Your tongue swiped across your bottom lip, eyeing the thickness of it. Honestly, it was everything your dirty mind could imagine, thick with a vein that traveled under it. Smirking at the look on your precious face, his body pressed down on you, dick slipping and sliding across your wetness.

“Now tell me. What was your mind thinking of?” he grabbed your face to make sure your eyes stayed on him. He didn't want to enter you until he heard your answer.

“Mm, I was thinking of how good your cock would slide into me, stretching me so good.” You began, ears shaking in the air. “Want you to make me feel better and cum so deep in me.” Bakugo felt your fingers grip his wrist that was on your hip. His other hand was holding his cock near your entrance, rubbing the tip into your drooling opening.

“Good bunny.” Steading his movements, he plunged to the hilt in one thrust inside your cave. The room filled with different sounds; your sweet moan at finally being filled, Bakugo grunting at the sweetness around him. “Fucking finally.” the relief that spread around your body pushed you right to the edge. You weren't going to last. Bakugo looked down as he pulled out to see how soaked you made him. “Fuck.” he whispered then snapped back, connecting with you over and over.

“You're leaking all over the place. I bet anyone who passes by would hear how wet you are while I’m fucking you stupid.” The expression your face made paired with how tight your pussy was gripping him, you were ready to cum. “If you cum right now, I will stop fucking you and leave,” he warned, the words cut through your high.

“No no no.” the fear in your plea made him laugh. When his hips snapped back into you, it had your back arching and fingers trying to grip something to help ease the fire. You didn't know how serious he was in leaving you high and dry, so you tried to hold back the wave of pleasure but when he was screeching you out so good, it was a challenge. Your heat heightened everything and made your hole clamp down on his cock so he could breed you. The rush of being filled to the brim of Bakugo was all you could think about. A tight grip on your chin and a rough thrust in your pussy brought you back from zoning out. “Look at you taking my cock so well. I got you drifting into your pretty little head, huh?” he loomed over you.

“Please let me cum Katsuki.” you pleaded. The sounds of his balls smacking against your ass made your ears twitch at the noise. The sound of you begging and calling his first name made his dick throb in you. Feeling his dick jump almost made you cum then and there, Bakugo knew how desperate you were, nails digging harder into his skin. Just this once he would give in to your screams. A thumb was back to rubbing shapes on your clit while Bakugo stared hungrily down at you. “Go ahead and cream on my cock.” the order in his voice did it for you. With one more thrust, you clamped down on Bakugo, milking him as your orgasm crushed you down. The walls weren’t that thin but you knew your neighbors would have heard you praising Bakugo. The look of pure bliss and fucked out expression almost had him cumming deep in you. Almost.

Finally having had a good orgasm, you felt like your mind was clearer but the need was still there. Looking at Bakugo, you trapped him with your legs around his waist. “Don't worry, you still owe me more.” He smirked proudly, unwrapping your legs to toss over his shoulder. For once, you were thankful for being in heat.

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what-the-jams
1 month ago

*looks around* hmm..seems like your inbox is a lil empty..

Bakugo + Midoriya having a threesome with the reader? ;’3

Midoriya & the reader are in a relationship but Midoriya has kinda had a fantasy about having you & Bakugo at the same time, so eventually Midoriya tells Bakugo this and they arrange a time to do it.

all you get is Midoriya bouncing you on his cock, giving a nice, warm load inside of your cunt and once he pulls out, Bakugo licks and cleans up the mess Midoriya made inside your pussy 🤭

-🩸

WHOO.. that'll do it. 😮‍💨/pos

*looks Around* Hmm..seems Like Your Inbox Is A Lil Empty..

two man job.

It started with a dream izuku had. You and your boyfriend lying in your bed, you had your face nuzzled into his chest eyes shut as your breath was steady. Your body rising and setting as you breathe rhythmically, izuku didn't notice this little detail about himself until you pointed it out one time. He sometimes tries to match his breathing with yours, he feels as if your souls are connected when you two breath in sync. Its silly really but honestly sweet in its own.

Izuku kisses the top of your head shoving his nose in your hair inhaling your sweet smell deeply as he closes his eyes to go to sleep. Honestly izuku hadn't realized he even went to sleep, this was one of those times where his dream felt a little too....real.

Everything was slightly foggy yet so surreal. The colored were the same, the setting the same as your bedroom. The sheets messy and being clutched tightly by small hands, shaking and being rocked back and forth just as the bed izuku happened to be sitting in as well.

He looked around before his gaze settled upon...you. your face being shoved into your very own sheets, ass in the air as you were getting your back blown out. Your sweet moans ringing throughout his ears as you stare directly at your boyfriend. He was horrified. But....also turned on?

No..this can't be real. His poor cock twitching and straining inside of his shorts. He focused his gaze back onto you, tears filling your eyes as loud grunting can also be heard above you, the same hand that held your head down into the bed following the rough movements of your body's.

Izuku let's his eyes slowly trail up, following where the arm led only to find his very own best friend staring directly at him with the most shit eating grin ever. A deep chuckle leaving the disheveled blond, strands of his light hair sticking to his reddened forehead as he sweat. He had his hand gripping your hair and lifting your head slightly so izuku could see you better.

Tears falling down your face your eyes glossy and struggling to keep eye contact. Rolling back and spit even dripping down your chin, it looked as if you were in heaven.

Izuku was in utter shock..there was no way in hell he could fuck you better...you hated katsuki. Well, not hate. Just strongly dislike. Regardless of how funny he is in your opinion, you seem to hold alot against him.

Izukus eyes went back down to his cock, it was leaking so much pre cum it's like it had a mind of its own.

“ go on, deku.. let ‘er suck you off.”

His head whipped back up to where the deeper voice came from, he looked to you seeing your mouth wide open with your tongue lolled out a small smile on your face as your hair was being pulled. You tried to stutter out as much words as you could, telling your man to let you have it. Katsuki cooed to you calling such filthy names like a 'slut' and a 'dirty girl' ..... his dirty girl.

Now that just wouldn't do... In izuku and katsuki fashion, it only made sense to your boyfriend to have his way with you....your mouth at least.

But just as it begins, the night never lasts long enough. Poor izuku was woken up out of his dream before he even got it out of his pants. His cock hard and at attention begging to be stroked. He groaned and stretched as you giggled, his eyes slightly opening fogging up his vision all around you.

You looked like an angel in his eyes, even with your lazy and sleep ridden look. You were perfect. That little smile on your face as you shook him awake one of your hands on his chest while you stared down at him.

“ morning sunshine.”

Izuku snorts as he relaxes in your touch, his eye sight bettering as he blinks a couple of times. Long lashes batting as he offers you a love filled smile.

“ good morning, beautiful.”

His voice was always deeper when he's just woken up or even when he's extremely tired and sleep laced his voice. It's always a good look for him. You giggle and plant many kisses to his freckled face making him chuckle beneath you and pull you on top of him.

You straddle his hips not quite letting your pelvis meet with his, because of this you don't notice his "morning wood".

“ you must've slept well, hm?”

You question him, he blinks a couple of times fully aware of his problem. He figured you were clueless to it and decided to beat around the bush.

“ hm, why do you say that, love?”

You giggle and ruffle his already messy and bed ridden hair. It was getting quite long, izuku thought to himself. Regardless you wouldn't quite let him cut it, and boy were you a force to be reckoned with. Once your mind was set on something you couldn't quite let it go so easily. You preferred his hair longer, especially after his whole half shaved head phase.

He chooses not to call it a phase considering it was more of a forced thing, but y'know.

“ ah, my hair.”

“It only gets like this when you sleep like you haven't had a good sleep in eons!”

You joke to your lover, both of you laughing together before you get out of bed. Izukus quick to sit up and try to have his shorts wrinkle so it doesn't look like he's hard. Despite the truth.

“ c'mon, let's get something to eat before we head in.”

He nods as you head towards your bathroom to do your daily routine. The two of you stayed on your college campus along with more of your peers from your highschool days. With there not being much to do regarding heroism for izuku he's been studying hard for other things.

It made your heart wrench thinking he may not get to live the dream he always wanted which is why you personally strived to use your power for good. For him.

As your day is long and feels as if it'll never end, classes taking forever to end and time going as slow as it ever could. You're finally released, however you have extra work to do. You hated when your teachers gave you extra things to do like the work itself isn't tiring.

It was lucky though you had a study group of your friends; katsuki, izuku, kirishima, and more! You always had fun with them, they had an amazing way to make even the most boring things fun. The jokes they told, the snacks you'd eat, and just spending time with one another. You never wanted it to end.

As you were filled with joy and laughter from the sweet time you were sending with your friends, izuku on the other hand had his nose buried in his textbooks. His mind was hyper focused on the dream he had...what really cracked his mind was he couldn't quite figure out if it upset him or not...

From them on it was a common thing for izuku. While the dream never reoccurred, the thoughts of it did. The vivid daydreams getting more frequent and even more realistic. You and katsuki were sitting at your table, you on top and him, surprisingly in his chair, just chatting it up like you do. Nothing out of the ordinary.

It's not uncommon for izuku to watch you, everyone knows this. Since the war izuku has picked up on some habits that haven't disappeared despite the passing years. Being hyper observant is one of them.

Izuku watched you two closely, everything seeming normal for him until....the thoughts started rolling in. His brows furrowed as they clouded his brain, nothing else seeming to be able to get through to him besides the smutty images he imagined.

Suddenly out of no where, katsuki stood up his chair sliding back with the loudest screeching noise against the floor. He looked you deeply in your eyes, his warm hand squeezing your bare thigh and going underneath the skirt you decided to wear today. It trailed in-between your thighs, going to touch and grade the sensitive skin and even snap against your panties.

His thumb circling your cunny, feeling the print of it out and rubbing gently. Soon he started to slowly move closely to your cunt, lolling his tongue out to lick a stripe up your panties and then quickly moving them to the side. He delved his tongue inside of you the second he could.

You there your head back spreading your legs open as wide as they could before katsuki decided to throw it over his shoulder, katsuki managed to peek up over your leg and stare izuku directly into his eyes sending a shiver down his spine.

How could katsuki do this....eat his girlfriend out in front of him?! Was he mad? Izuku held so much anger from his past regardless of how much he said he didn't....anger filled izuku, and so many more emotions as well, ones he didn't want to think about any longer. How could katsuki do this.

Except.....he didn't. None of it was true.

As izuku hastily stood up making his chair scrape against the ground loudly catching the attention of everyone in the classroom. Everyone suddenly shot their attention to an enraged izuku, he looked so upset and sweaty breathing heavily as he stared directly at katsuki.

A confused katsuki however couldn't believe what he was seeing. In all honesty it was funny to him. Popping a smirk he stood as well scoffing and looking izuku up and down.

“ somethin’ wrong?”

It was clear to you that katsuki was just teasing, but to izuku.....

You quickly pulled izuku out of the class, a still humoured katsuki following. He was breathing heavily and visibly upset. You couldn't explain your boyfriend's actions and to tell the truth neither could he.

He couldn't even look at you, you had taken him to he library. There was a hidden spot where some people would hang out, it was quiet and unseen but the cameras. Hidden behind some bookshelf's that had been moved some time ago and became a regular handout spot, one of the volunteers who had seen the three of you walk in quickly came to the back before anyone got a word out explaining the Library would shut soon.

With a quick nod you address your boyfriend, what was that? Why was he acting this way? He'd been this way for a while and he hasn't spoken to you or even tried to at all. It was concerning. You didn't know why the fuck katsuki was there.

“ I.... I'm sorry. I don't know what that was.... I don't know what's wrong with me.”

He was breathing heavily and let his head hesitantly fall onto your shoulder which absolutely broke your heart. You whine and hold him close kissing his head and telling him softly that it's all okay, that he just needs to talk to you.

As concerned as katsuki was, he refused to let izuku sulk like this. He's been through far too much to not talk to you guys.

“ spit it out. what's wrong with you.”

Izuku sniffed, raising his head from the comforting spot on your body and rubbing his eye. He sighed heavily staring at the two of you, how you stood next to each other staring right back at him with almost the same expression.

He was scared. He couldn't explain to his girlfriend and his best friend that he had a sex dream about the two of them, it turned him in terribly so that its been clouding his brain like a reoccurring fever. He couldn't just down right say that now could he, you would think he was disgusting. Disgraceful. Disgrac-ting!!

He sighed once more straightening up and clearing his throat, before speaking.

“ nothing, nothing! I... I'm fine. I just needed to get out of there, y'know?”

Neither of you believed that bullshit. The look you both gave each other said it all in fact. You seen that katsuki wasn't gonna let this go however, just as he opened his mouth you slapped his shoulder and turned back to your boyfriend. The blond obviously upset about why you'd just hit him.

“ okay izuku. we trust you.”

You give him a polite smile and he chuckles kissing your cheek and thanking you, saying he'll see you later and walking away to retrieve your bags left in the classroom.

“..... you fucking joking? no we do not believe that wack ass shit.”

“ I know dammit but he must've been embarrassed, whatever it is he might notve wanted to talk about it publicly.”

As you give katsuki a knowing smirk you quickly haul off to your dorm. He only groaned before following you out of the shutting library.

You had your boyfriend alone once more, stroking his messy hair a few strands of the beautiful green mix coiling around your fingers bringing a small grin to your face. He leaned down to kiss his forehead waking him from his half sleep daze, he brings his attention up to you wide eyes blinking a few times before he smiles widely at you. He had such a beautiful smile and his slight smile lines and he eye crinkles that formed when he smiled hardly was absolutely perfect to you. He was the cutest.

Your smile falters as you think about the events that happened not too long ago. You really were worried, it wasnt like him to experience anything like that...anymore. maybe he was getting war flashbacks? It upsets you that your mind always jumps to the horrible experience you were all put through as kids all those years ago, but who knows. Maybe his past still haunts him.

“ zuku.. ”

His smile slowly fades, the tone of your voice, the way you looked so seriously at him. He definitely knew what this was about as he sighed and already shoved his head into the pit of your neck inhaling your sweet scent and shutting his eyes, unbeknownst to you to keep his tears back..

“ ..do y’wanna talk about what happened?”

Another breath leaves him, a small mewl as well. It was weak and extremely feint but full of embarrassment and even sadness. Dare you say: you could tell.

“ I'm sorry...i caused a scene.”

You hear him hardly even whisper in your ear. His voice was groggy due to the lack of talking he had done and he was certainly repenting himself for the way he let his mind be easily fooled by himself. Unknowing how to tell fiction from reality.

“ ‘ku, I don't care about that. are you okay? what really happened back there, you seemed as if you wanted to lunge at katsuki.”

You were trying to instigate what exactly happened without upsetting him. You didn't want him to take anything the wrong way, you just felt like you had to see if he was okay. But you swore to yourself if he told you it was nothing you wouldn't push....for now.

“ I just.....”

Suddenly his brain ached. He didn't know what to do, it wasn't as if he could just tell his girlfriend about his dreams and apparently now fantasies! It was disgusting of him, let alone the fact that in each one he was some sort of cuck who couldn't even touch his own girlfriend!

Maybe that's why he was so quick to rage.... i mean sure seeing someone else do things to your partner, no one wants to really see that. but maybe it was the fact he himself never got to touch you in these smutty daydreams.

The realization hit izuku hard, had him thinking and whatever little tears there were evaporating. He was still stuck in thought, hardly hearing the way you tried to snap him back to reality by softly calling his name.

“ izuku..?”

“ izuku.”

With a small 'huh' leaving his lips, he moves from your neck to face you, those beautiful eyes seemingly filled with light again.

“ oh, sorry. i forgot what were we talking about...”

Izuku gave you a weary apologetic smile, all wobbly and adorable. You couldn't hate him even if you were to just so happen and try. You smile back at him giving a couple of kisses to his sweet baby like face.

“ I was just asking what happened earlier.”

And suddenly the feelings of embarrassment came flooding back to him. He didn't know what to say, but as he looked in your eyes he could tell he was safe with you. So with a heavy sigh he grabbed your hands and squeezed them tight, bringing them up to his lips to place a few gentle kisses to the back of your hands and across your knuckles.

A small giggle leaves you whilst you await for his answer. He was hesitant, his mouth opening and shutting in a goldfish like manner. He gulped down before looking taking his gaze away from you, he felt better like this. As if he could speak to you if you weren't looking at him; judging him with your eyes.

“ ....I keep having these.. sort of dreams I suppose.-”

The only thought in your mind right now was how you were right..but no...you couldn't smile yet, he might see and get upset..

Izuku paused for a minute trying to find his words, how he should tell you.

“ they...they're really uh, graphic...? you could say.”

“....in what way.”

Dammit..you just had to ask! Now he couldn't really beat around the bush regarding the lewd details!

“ mm.. in an inappropriate way.....I guess.”

Huh. Well that's definitely not what you thought he would say that's for sure. You figured it'd be similar to something else....

He seen the way your face contorted from confusion to surprised. He was sick to take his eyes off of you once more, he couldn't handle the way you looked at him so intensely...

“ it uh, started as a dream you could say and....kinda morphed into sorta daydreams..?”

“ uh huh?”

“ they..because constant and more frequent, even when I didn't want to think about them they'd take over my brain!”

He squeezed your hand a few times in between his speech. You figured the reason he kept pausing was to keep himself level headed and to refrain from rambling, he had a knack for that and you guessed the cute factor about him never really disappeared.

“ well...what were they about?...were they about me?”

You asked him, it's not like you were going to judge him. He didn't need you to really reassure him too much on that, it was just a little scary for him to figure out how to tell you....all, of the details.

“ yes! yes, they were— ”

“ oh! good.”

Good? Why good? Would you have hated him if they were about anyone else? If they included anyone else? Of course you would, what type of question is that. Any normal person would resent and despise of their partner if they found out they were thinking about someone else and getting turned on from it! He felt his stomach swirling, this definitely wasn't any butterflies he's experienced before... He groaned for a sec before his eyes shot to you, much without thinking of what he was saying

“ why good... would- would you hate me if it was with someone else..”

His thoughts becoming a reality, almost like he was interrogating you himself. At the sudden switch up, his eyes filled with clear sights of fear you had to quickly come up with an excuse

“ oh, well....not good I guess just. I'd prefer to y'know? be at peace of mind knowing you think about me.”

He hummed at your response nodding his head slowly as his eyes trailed away. That was a fair point of view he figured...

“ was it about someone else?”

His eyes blew wide and they flickered from you and the wall he was previously staring at to keep himself calm.

You scoff slightly not upset just more....surprised. you've been surprised alot this evening that for sure. However izuku took your scoff the wrong way, immediately jumping up and into your lap, pushing you back and stammering on his words to find an excuse or a reason for you to understand what he was trying to say. Rambling on and some of his words even being incoherent.

“ wellimeanitsnotthatiwasttryingtoupsetyouipromiseitwasntistaboutyouiswearifitmakestoifeelbetteritevenhadkacchaninityknowicantcontrolthesethingsificouldipromiseiwouldonlythinkaboutyouiknowthatsnotanokayexcuseijustneedyoutounderstandiloveyousomuchpleasedontleavemeyoudontunderstand— ”

You could hardly even understand him. But what you DID hear however, was katsukis name.

“ hold on..”

He immediately stopped, looking down at you with those pretty ass eyes of his. They were full of regret, love and so much more. He was so damn expressive and emotional his eyes could tell everything in a second. You held his face staring him deep in the eyes as you pulled him closer, ketting your forehead lie on each others

“ okay...slow. down. I cannot understand you when you ramble like this zuku! I do recall hearing katsukis name though, elaborate on that.”

As you let go of him, that only being a tactic to try and get him to understand and calm himself, you try to get him to talk about the mention of katsukis name. As that was really all you understood.

Izuku crawled off of you, a new feeling taking over his body. He didn't want to explain anything but...he really did have to. He felt like he needed to, like this was a secret he couldn't keep from you any longer.

“ I had a dream about you and kacchan.”

This time as izuku spoke he was completely serious, trying to keep his cool as he stared you directly into the eye. You figured the dream he must've been referring to wasn't that bad...until it dawned on you...

He said before that he had an "inappropriate" dream....mind you, as he said they were kind of about you; the first thing your mind did wander to was maybe a sex dream or maybe fantasies of him having sex with you in one of your teachers classrooms. But..that wouldn't explain why he nearly blew up at katsuki earlier that evening...

“i— ”

“ do you have fantasies about me having sex with katsuki?!”

Oh fuck. Why for the love of everything nice and sweet did you have to word it that way. Now he feels and practically sounds like a pervert! He blushed a bit turning his face away from you as he let a whine of defeat out, there was no hiding it or even beating around the bush anymore.

He nods slowly not able to keep eye contact anymore.

To be honest you didn't know what to say. I mean what should you say. You can't exactly say it's okay but on the other hand....

You grab his hands and he suddenly faces you in shock. Were you not upset with him?!

“ zuku... do you want..that?”

It was clear what you were referring to. And in all honesty, he didn't know what to say. Part of him figured he did, it was the only way to explain why it was so frequent. But he hated seeing....or, well- imaging katsuki having sex with you. Having his way with you like you were some cheap fleshlight for his use only.

He looks back to you and nods. That's all he could do out of fear his voice would fail from the embarrassment filling his body.

You sigh and kiss his forehead, a small polite smile tracing your face as you stare at him lovingly.

“ okay.”

Okay? Was that it? You were just okay with it. You weren't gonna question him? Anything about him? Why he wanted this, why he even dreamed about this?

“ I'll pull something together yeah? c’mere silly, ‘wanna hold you.”

Your boyfriend crawled into your arms laying on top of you and sighing heavily. He felt so safe in your arms. The lack of judgement you gave him, how sweet you were. He felt like he was in heaven.

The dreams were still current and neverending, waking out of his sleep with a raging hard on the hard refusal to not touch himself. He was in a conundrum.

It had been a few weeks since you and izuku spoke about it. Not to rush or anything but he figured this would be a bit quicker than that. It's not that he was like ready or anything...hell he didn't even know if he was. He had a hard time even looking at katsuki let alone talking to him since you and him last spoke about it.

He also didn't understand why katsuki didn't press him about the last time they'd spoken for real. In the library, katsuki isn't one to let things go. Especially because of how far the two of them have come, a part of him refused to ever really be apart from izuku for too long.

Katsuki had been eyeing izuku for a while. It made him feel squeamish. He couldn't look at katsuki otherwise he'd throw up.. it was really that serious. Izuku figured he must've known by now. I mean how could he not, only that could explain his eyes wandering all over him.

“ yer’ hardly eating.”

Izuku jumped eyes shakily traveling in the direction of katsuki. You look up as well, mouth stuffed with delicious fries as some movie played in the background. You were all on top of your rather big bed, katsuki near the edge and you and izuku cuddling at the top.

You turn to izuku to see his half eaten burger, izuku is an eater for real. He can literally devour anything. But he's a modest little guy, he has class. That's the only thing that ran through your mind and at the thought alone it had you giggling.

Izuku whined at your giggles and katsukis still lingering eyes. They resembled the ones in his daydreams...how he would look at izuku, piercing gaze as he fucked you or ate you out or had you sucking his dick- or—

“ leave ’em alone kats, he's a big boy he doesn't need his bodyguard watching him eat.”

You tease the blond who seemingly growls at you. He stuck out his tongue before taking a large sip from his drink.

Izuku looked back to you, a shaken look all over him. He was clearly ready but also nervous. He just wanted it to happen already...then he can check something off of his bucket list..

You sigh and hand izuku your bags of trash, he sets them on the floor beside your bed and raises up. Was this it..was it finally gonna happen. Katsuki brings his gaze from the TV back to the two of you with a somewhat calmed look. Man was he pretty when he wasn't making some fuck ass face... You were so glad he's changed his ways because it was so evidently clear and honestly attractive.

You stare the blond in his eyes and he lets his stare right back at you, he wasn't one to shy away from conflict. Your lips quirk into a smirk as you lean back and use your finger to gesture for him to 'come here' izuku watched very closely. was this how it was gonna happen..

Katsukis eyes switched from you to izuku, in more of an "are you sure?' type of way. At least you think, you were hoping he understood so it didnt ruin the moment. You nod your head to him and he sets his drink down within an instant, slowly making his way up to you.

Your eyes immediately switch to izuku, who gasps lightly at what was happening. It was finally happening. He gulped and watched closely as katsuki climbed into top of you, staring down at you as you looked directly at izuku

This certainly wasn't how his brain imagined it. You looked back up to katsuki and let your hands travel across his broad strong shoulders feeling the way they tended from him holding himself up. A small breath leaving him as he stared directly into your eyes, you trying to keep eye contact but end up hiding your face in his neck. Leading to a smirk on his face.

You lightly kiss at the blonds neck making small light noises leave him. This was fitting in your mind, it didn't seem like katsuki was the type to moan to you.

You leave hickeys in your way as you tug at his shirt that immediately comes flying off, he raised up to take it off and there you're seen with gorgeous ripples abs. It's not like you haven't seen any before I mean your boyfriend is also fucking ripped.

Katsukis skin was more fair than izukus, izuku was quite sun kissed. A beautiful tan licking all over his body. Your hand raises to touch katsukis abs like you would do izuku, but you were hesitant it was clear to katsuki making him chuckle as he grabs your hand and rubs it all over his body.

You groan and roll your eyes. There was no way you could get through this without your boyfriend. Who was absolutely frozen watching you two, you looked down at his pants to see a visible tint. His cock growing even more hard by the second, his mind was blown that this was happening.

His best friend on top of his girlfriend, that was more than enough to get him going. The realness of the situation, the fact he really had you both in front of him had his fat cock twitching through his pants. You loved how thick his cock was, how easy it was for it to make tight denim move like it was paper.

Katsuki seen the way you bit your lips your eyes not on him. He follows your gaze to see izuku already staring back at the both of you. Katsukis already shit eating smirk making izuku shudder but the way those crimson eyes stared at him..

Katsuki was quick to finally make a move, grabbing you by your calves and fire fully yanking you down making you yelp. Your eye sight quickly shot to katsuki, confused. You both said you'd take it slow for izukus sake, give him a moment to adjust to it. Izuku gasps as well, his cock jumping at the scene.

He pulled you down making your spread legs wrap around his torso as he brushed his own hardening cock right with your clothed cunt. Your shorts were rather thin and your underwear just as.

Your breath hitched as he grinds his own covered cock into your heat. Your mouth falls open, the rhythmic thrusts of his hips giving you some sort of sensation. Dare you say it felt good

Small breathy moans leave you as katsuki holds your hips close, grinding harshly into you. He groans as izukus eyes flickered to you, the way you looked up at him your eyes wide and sweet noises falling out of your mouth.

This was more like he had imagined. More like the disgusting fantasies his brain forced him to have. He didn't want to be like this...to miss out on making you feel good. He didn't want to be the one to get all upset and ruin things.

“ heard you were havin’ fantasies about this, huh? fucking loser.”

Katsuki couldn't resist the borderline degradation, it was practically in his nature. It was honestly expected.

You couldn't even tell him to shut the hell up because he was making you feel good, one of his hands that held your thighs moving up to rub surprisingly light and gentle circles into the pit of your hip. It added a slight sensation to the light pleasure you were already feeling.

Izukus eyes followed back up to katsuki, his former surprised face being taken over with anger. He wouldn't be the one to miss out and be sure as hell won't let him have his way with you.

If you were going to feel good it'd be at the hands of izuku.

Izuku got up onto his knees and was quick to harshly force katsuki down into his spot making him groan and call out, you were confused looking up at your man who had his spiteful gaze locked onto your friend. This new side of izuku was...shocking...

“ get up.”

He clearly referred to you despite his gaze staying on the blond who looked back to him with a still appearing smirk.

“ heh, did I already piss you you? didn't even stick it in yet.”

“ and you won't get to. get. up.”

His eyes this time moved to you making it more clear. You gulped down and quickly did what you were told, izuku giving you down in between katsukis legs.

He moves behind you his hands roaming across your ass and gripping the flesh in a rougher manner than he normally would, your pussy clenching on nothing at the roughness your usually sweet boyfriend is giving you. You bit your lip and looked at katsuki as izuku spoke deeply into your ear, his breath fanning the shell of it, you could practically hear his smirk.

“ spread your legs. I'm gonna eat you while you suck his cock. ’ts almost as if you wanted this more than me.”

His voice was low and basically a whisper, it's unsure if katsuki heard but the second your hand trailed up to his zipped pants izuku quickly ripped your shorts. Which kinda upset you and put a pout on your face because you liked them.

After discarding your ripped shorts he moves your panties to the side and lies down on his back, your cunt already wet and sticky. He kicked his lips and had you lower your hips onto his face. You weren't one to appreciate face sitting, you worried you would be too heavy or something. As much as izuku begged to differ this was finally an excuse to have you over his face.

His tongue immediately delved inside of you, skipping the teasing and going straight to making out all sloppily with your pussy. You stutter an "oh" as your hips grind down onto his face, he chuckled inside of your heat the vibrations around your clit having your eyes slightly shutting.

But just as you were about to enjoy your pleasure you what a dark laughter emitting from above.

“ tch, c'mon now do what you're told slut.”

You undo his pants and get his cock out from his boxers, it sprung up and slapped you against the face. Another laugh leaving the blond.

Izuku however did not appreciate the degrading. Growling around your clit and barking up to the other man

“ watch it.”

He snickers from above, already shoving your mouth around his cock wincing at the heat and wetness from your throat. He was quick to thrust his cock to try and reach the back, the feeling of you gagging on it giving him pleasure.

“ c'mon deku, she can take it.”

You quickly lift your cock off of his cock earning a displeased huff from him, you continue to stroke his cock with languid motions as you catch your breath and speak down to your lover who had his mouth full.

“ ’ts.. hah. okay ‘zu.”

Despite your dismissal it didn't sit right with him. An outsider telling you what to do.... he growled lowly his teeth gently grazing your clit and making your hips lift from his face. Katsuki disliked the lack of attention he was receiving taking his cock from your hands and gripping you by the hair making you squeak.

He leaned down and shoved his tongue down your throat making you moan into the kiss, your hips now grinding onto izukus face. Izuku held your hips so that way you couldn't move off of his face now, messily eating your dripping pussy. His pink muscle expertly licking and tasting every inch of you, bringing one of his hands down to squeeze your clit lightly. It wasn't like he needed both hands to overpower you anyways.

Your tongues danced together while he stroked his cock, grabbing your smaller hand and wrapping it back around his spot laced dick. He grunted inside of the kiss using one hand to grab your throat and pull you closer. You guessed katsuki really enjoyed the foreplay, you could feel his veiny dick jumping I'm your hand.

Katsukis cock was much longer than izukus, more veiny too. Just not as thick. The kiss broke with a string of your mixed spit connecting you two, his breath all over your face as his own reddened at the sight. You were beautiful he wouldn't lie. He liked having you like this, like you were his. Not that he was possessive over you or anything. Katsuki was glad you two chose him over anyone else, he probably wouldn't have wanted you if you'd done this with someone else.

There was something animalistic inside of katsuki that he just couldn't get past. He forced your mouth open with his hand practically hurting your jaw, you moan at the pain infused pleased and stare up at him with furrowed brows. Such a pretty look.

He was sick to take this chance to spit in your mouth, unbeknownst to izuku. Your eyes widen in shock, you were absolutely disgusted. But it's not as if you could protest, technically you had just had his tongue in your mouth. Which sits in his own mouth for like....ever. thinking about it honestly was turning you off but before you could think about it he muttered something under his breath.

“ disgusting slut.”

Low enough that izuku couldn't hear but loud enough for you to understand. Izuku couldn't really hear much over his own desperate grunts and sloppy eating style, your juices all over his face and dripping down his chin and neck. He really was nasty and you just had so much to give him. Your delicious flavor was one he wasn't giving up.

Katsuki shoved you back down into his cock, the noises of him fucking up into your throat making it's way to izukus ears. He didn't want to stay thinking about why the two of you hadn't been making much noise, besides the little mewls that occasionally left you. He knew it must've been due to the two of you kissing but he didn't want to think about the fact he practically let you fall into katsukis hands by forcing you to suck his dick

The man above you groaned his head letting back slightly as he bounced your head in his cock, you try your best to relax your jaw and honestly it was working for you. Sure it was still just as tiring since you had much more length to work with than normal but he was t nearly as thick so it didn't strain or even crack your lips.

You hollow your cheeks around the blonds cock your nose being forced into his trimmed pubes, the hair tickling your nose and you can basically smell what body wash he uses, his own natural musk aswell. It was fogging up your brain along with the pleasure izuku gave you. He smelt nice you wouldn't lie, he tasted even better though.

His own pre cum melting onto your tongue while you swirl it around his cock, he decided to take a break and see what you can really do. You slurp his dick harshly moaning around him as you substitute your lack of deep throating with your hand. Stroking his base fastly and in a swirling motion along with the hypnotic way of your tongue. Who knows , he might just cum.

You looked up at katsuki with squinted eyes, moaning all over his cock and even letting your drool deep through the corners of your mouth. There was no point in trying to hold it back, you were feeling too good and had to focus on pleasing him rather than trying to stop spit from falling from your mouth.

“ fuck.. she's got a mouth good fuckin’ mouth, that's for sure.”

Katsuki really was fighting his urges. He wanted to fuck you so badly, he could only imagine how good you'd look fucked out beneath him. Your eyes rolling and mouth agape as slutty moans fall out naturally. He bets you could squeeze him so fucking tight, you probably haven't even had anything like him.

The thought alone had him shivering and his cock twitching, he could feel his balls tightening. You sucked in his tip like it was some sort of pacifier for you. The sensitivity being sent through his body in shocking waves had him throwing his head back, his brows furrowing down and a small moan trying to escape. He brought his hand up to use the back of it to cover his mouth.

Fuck you were good, that nasty tongue of yours licking and swiping over his tip. All the precum that dared deep from the sensitive slit being licked and sucked away by you.

Izuku was trying his damnedest not to touch his cock. Not to let his thumb trace over his mushroom headed tip, his hips fucked up into nothing. Groaning with whined flowing out as he squeezed his eyes shut. Your flavour alone was getting him off

He could feel his cock leaking so much.... It was so uncomfortable to sit through but he would wait...he was the one getting to fuck you anyways, it's be worth it. To watch katsukis bitch face while he gets to fuck you deeply. Feeling your squeezing pussy milk him for all the cum he has. And boy is it a lot.

He couldn't help himself...his thoughts were wandering too far, and if this past month has taught him anything it's that he has a damned good imagination...

He palms himself through his pants, feeling his cock jolt up to the rough vibrations of his touch. Tch..to think his own touch has him moaning like this, he was so damn needy for it. He couldn't wait any longer, you've cum like twice anyways. That should be enough for now.

Katsuki was so fucking close, you figured he was. He couldn't even look at you, he feared he might shoot his load deep inside of your mouth if he did. Damn did you know how to work your mouth.

Izuku gave a light slap to your ass making you jolt forward, a slight tingling feeling on your butt as you felt his tongue licking one long stripe up your cunny like he wanted the flavour to last.

He moved from underneath you, two of his fingers moving down and weaseling their way inside of you you moan around katsuki cock once more and start slightly rocking your hips back into his fingers.

He didn't even bother paying katsuki any attention, just watching the way your ass moved back and forth on his fingers. Imagining it was his cock. He grinded his straining cock into your thigh, stretching you out as he tugs his lip in between his teeth

A shiver crossing his body as he really focused on your warmth, his cock was aching for it. Practically begging with the way it was twitching inside, and goodness you felt it. You felt it yearning against your thigh, jumping and leaking for attention. It was rather cute to you.

A shuddering moan leaves katsuki, his hand coming down to yank you off of his cock. The sound catches izukus attention, his fingers falter for a second as he looks up to katsuki who has his head thrown back still. He had to catch his breath, he was too damn close and he didn't want it to be over yet.

“ fuck.... y’ really know how to suck a dick when it's in front of ya’”

Izuku places a kiss to your temple, you keep staring up at katsuki waiting for something. Moans slipping past your lips as you catch your breath.

“ so good baby, such a good girl.”

You loved the praise mixed with the light degrading katsuki whispered to you when izuku wasn't paying attention. Izuku removed his fingers from you sucking them for all of your essence that coated them, not letting any little bit of you not invade his tongue

He hums and slaps your ass again, grinding his hard on against your slick pussy. He can feel the wetness slipping past the denim, the harsh feeling of his pants rubbing against your clit making you whine and arch your back, you lie your cheek on katsukis thigh making him finally raise his bead after he catches his breath.

He was badly even aware that izuku had came up for air from your pussy. The thought alone of izuku not being able to stay away from your cunt had him chuckling through his breath. Izuku let his eyes flutter shut as he enjoyed this small moment.

He could almost feel your warmth around his cock, you were so wet and it had finally soaked through his boxers and reached his very own sticky cock. There was never any need for lube or even excessive prepping, he leaked so much and so often he could just slip it right in.

With that being said he was quick to discard his pants, slipping his shirt off with ease only being left in his very soaked boxers. Katsuki laughed at the patch of wetness, it was unsure what all was his and yours but it made him laugh.

Izuku glanced up to the blond and rolled his eyes, slipping his cock out and tugging at it lightly. Katsuki glanced back down at you, you not ever looking away from him. That was honestly sexy to him. It seemed like you wanted him so damn badly. He bit his lip and squeezed your cheeks in his hands, your lips puckering out as he went down and kissed them sweetly. This was the gentlest he's been with you throughout this entire ordeal.

Izuku whined at the sight, he didn't want to but damn was it sexy. Seeing how gentle he was actually being with you. His cock was far too sensitive for the teasing, he couldn't handle it. He almost blew his load the second he glanced at the two of you

With a gulp izuku was quick to shove his cock inside of you with one quick harsh thrust making your teeth clash against katsukis with a brain from the both of you. But before you could register the pain, there was immense pleasure.

The sting of him forcing his cock inside of your pussy and the way you tightened around him like you wouldn't let go,that alone had izuku melting inside of you.

“ fuuck..~”

Izuku moaned out loudly, you gently rocked your hips against his making him whine. He was always so noisy in your pussy. Katsuki wasn't surprised honestly. He imagined izuku to be this way the second this started.

He sucked his teeth before gaining your attention again, you opened your eyed and watched as katsuki looked between you and his cock signaling you to suck without him having to say anything.

You did exactly as you were told and wrapped your mouth around him, the warmth he once knew coming back even better. He winced and gently jerked his hips up into your mouth, still letting you do what feels natural to you and taking what he needs. Katsuki knew he wouldn't last long but he was going to make the most out of this.

He figured izuku couldn't last that long either. And buy was he right. Izuku was literally floating away hardly even in the moment with how good you felt wrapped around his dick. And it was just twitching inside of you, his hand had snuck around your waist and tummy and started swirling your clit between his fingers making you whine and throw your ass back harder, it wasn't an option for you to not cum. That's all izuku wanted; was for you to feel good, he only ever wants that.

You can't the second you felt it signaling. Groaning loudly and letting your eyes roll back while you paid full attention to katsuki. Bobbing your head up and down on his messy spot covered cock, bubbles forming from your mouth and his dick, it was so disgusting.

You weren't used to the sloppy head all the time, sure izuku got nasty sometimes but damn did this take a slice of the cake. You brought your hand down to play with his balls and earned an earnest groan from him, his own eyes flickering to the back of his head.

Katsuki looked to izuku who seemed to have ascended, and honestly he didn't blame him. He could only imagine the tight tug of your pussy not wanting to let his cock go, the way a frothing ring formed around the base of his cock from how much you'd cum around him.

“ hah...fuck.— ”

Katsukis breath hitched as he watched the way izuku fell apart inside of you. It must've been that good. Izuku suddenly brought his attention forward his eyes locking with katsuki, a small smirk flickering to katsukis face and a chuckle leaving as well

That enraged izuku for some reason, the way he imagined this; your first time all together. His brain kept making it like katsuki would have his way with you. But look at him, letting you take it in your mouth. Because that's all he can do. All he'll ever get from you. He'll never get to experience and taste the sweet taste and exquisite pleasure from you. This is all he'll ever get to have from you and izuku absolutely relished in it.

A shit eating grin forming on your freckled boyfriend's face, his former subby face leaving. He was really in this moment and didn't want to let it slip through his fingers

His thrusts got harsher inside of you, his hips slapping against your ass with such force leaving a stinging feeling with each hit. Katsuki simply watched with a smirk. Izuku groaned and tried to keep his dominance.

He was the one getting to feel you milk him, he was the one having you bouncing on his cock, he was the one making you cum over n over. Not him.

He didn't know how badly he needed this, it was amazing. The both of them were close and only God knows why neither of them haven't cum yet. They also know if you knew the reason was because they wanted to see who would cum first, you would burst out laughing. It was a sacred thing for them. A little battle amongst friends.

Izukus stern face faltered at the sudden convulsing of your cunt. You were massaging his cock just right all of a sudden. And goodness the way your gummy and gentle walks rubber the sides of his cock from every way. Its only now dawning on him that he's actually inside of your body..he's closer to you than anyone else in the world ever will be.. unless you have his kid. That would probably beat him.

Izukus moans suddenly started flowing back, sweet sounds streaming into your ear like a beautiful song.

Katsuki was also feeling it, the way the inside of your cheeks felt as you followed them all around his cock. The warmth of your mouth and the wetness of your spot and the harshness from you sucking him, like you're really trying to suck the cum out of him. He wouldn't be surprised if a whore like you is actually trying to do that. Suck all of the cum he has to give you straight from his balls. The thought alone made his cock twitch in your mouth.

Your tongue lolling out and swiping underneath his cock and making him shudder. He didn't know you could even do that but damn did it feel good.

Both of their eyes fell from each other to stare at you before going back to each other, crimson and emerald eyes locking onto one another once more.

They were both struggling to hold back, izukus moans much louder than katsukis more breathy ones.

They wished this could last longer, they wished they could keep battling on like this for longer. But izuku knew you must've been tired, taking his cock for as long as you have and your jaw must've been growing sore along with your tongue from the sucking. this has to end eventually.

Izuku tried to slow his hips in hopes to let this last longer, to make him last longer but....he came. A loud whine leaving him as he squeezed his eyes shut. His head Beginning to hurt from the brain shattering orgasm. But as much pain as he felt, he soon felt lightheaded, like his body had grown lighter while his cock pulsated his thick sticky cum deep inside of you.

“ oh..~ fuck— !”

Katsuki won whatever little battle they were having. But even then he soon came too, his much thinner squirts of cum shooting to the back of your throat while he kept thrusting. The back of your throat going sore and you began choking on his cum.

As you pulled off and coughed some of his cum even squirted in your eye making you squeal. Izuku had long pulled it and watched as his cum came rushing out in a stream of white sticky cum. He scoffed, pleased with his work before he looked up to see katsuki wincing and checking to see if your eye was okay.

“ ’m fine..”

You try pushing katsukis hand way and izuku almost comes forward before he forces you to look at him, to your surprise; grabbing his very own previously discarded shirt and wiping your eye. Despite his harsh hold on your face he was even more surprisingly gentle while handling your eye. He blew on it lightly to see if that would help and...it did? Holy hell. This was a side to katsuki you'd never seen and probably won't ever be graced to see again.

As sweet as it was to see..izuku fucking hated it. It's not that he was upset he was being gentle with you, or even that he was helping you. Well, maybe a little. But it was more so that izuku normally would hold you close tell you how good you were and even did for him, how proud of you he is and more. Kissing you lightly and lulling off to sleep together. The perfect ending.

But, no. Katsuki was there. He kissed your forehead which had your eyes widening and honestly your cheeks warming. It's not like you were now in love with him or anything but it was really kind of him.

Out of no where katsuki flipped you over, making sure to be gentle with you he couldn't help himself. He gentle kisses down your tummy gripping your body and spread your legs, licking the cum from giru cunt and shoving his tongue inside. You threw your head back and izuku was absolutely in shock. How disgusting of him...

He licked and slurped all of the cum that fell out rubbing your clit and actually bringing you to another orgasm. Izuku huffed with his kith wife opens and eyes wide. What the fuck.

As katsuki let up a smile on his face as he gave you a swift kiss letting you taste not only your boyfriends cum by your very own arousal on his tongue and his lips. You never took the moment to actually notice how much softer katsukis lips are.

He whispered softly to you that you did good taking the both of them, that he wasn't surprised a little whore like you could even do it. Maming you both chuckle together, his forehead leaning against yours. Sweaty and moist but with a deep breath you grew tired from the contact.

Izuku scowled at the two of you, getting up and figuring be can do better than that grabbing you a warm towel and wiping his leaking cum from giru thigh and sensitive cunny. The warm towel making your cunt spasm from the sensitivity and gentle touch of him.

You look to your lover taking your head away from katsukis and give him a lovesick smile, all tired and sweet. He came forward and kissed your head, grabbing you and lying you back against the pillows before grabbing his earlier discarded shirt and putting it back on.

Izuku actually walked to his closet and gave katsuki...one of own sweaters. He scoffed at the thought of izuku still having it. Looking up to him and putting it on before he zipped his pants back and shoved his shirt in his pocket along with his hands.

“ ’f you needa bag I can give you one.”

Izuku said groggily not looking at the blond as he scratched the back of his neck, his voice was low and nothing above a whisper that could get across in respect of you sleeping, your unconscious body rising and setting with the deep breaths that you took. As calm and relaxed as you were you would soon feel the harshness and consequences of your actions later.

“ nah, don’ need it.”

Izuku nodded to his friend with a forced smile and turned back to you, throwing the towel into the dirty clothes hamper you had beside your open closet.

Katsuki looked at you and his face softened more than it already was, a smile following with it. You were alot more adorable and pleasant to be around when you were unconscious and fucked out.

“ gonna head out. text me.”

With a half assed nod izuku gave, katsuki left shutting your door quietly behind him..

Izuku sighed heavily raking his scarred calloused hand through his sweaty and curly hair. He didn't wanna really think about anything, just climbing in bed right next to you and kissing your lips gently. You sleepily scoot closer to his warmth and mumble something that he didn't quite catch.

“ thank you for this.”

You hum with a smile and a slight nod for your head.

“ it'll never happen again.”

Izuku huffed out, it's not that he as jealous but .. he couldn't quite explain why he had felt such sudden disdain for his best friend. Maybe it's because of how he got to see you in a vulnerable estate. Or maybe he was just possessive to put it simply. Who knows.

*looks Around* Hmm..seems Like Your Inbox Is A Lil Empty..
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what-the-jams
1 month ago

childhood friend touya! who would play the long game for you.

he can remember the day he first met you- the first day of second grade, your family had moved into the suburbs from some small town in the mountains- and he swears it was fate.

you adopt him as a friend two weeks later on the playground because he agreed to pretend to be a knight protecting you from bandits (your classmates) in the forest (the three trees next to the swing set). all he knows is that after that he made sure you always had a playmate.

then you're in junior high and he sits next to you in class. years of being friends leads him to notes in class, riddled with doodles drawn in glittery pens- even some horrid drawings of him that he kept in his bedside drawer. he even gives drawing a chance one day in math, you keep the doodle he draws (two details stick figures with your names beneath their feet) on your phone case until you drop your phone in a river on new years. you don't even tell him when it happens, too ashamed to have destroyed something so special to you. but it's all ok because he draws a new, more detailed, drawing of the two of you. you keep that one taped to your mirror.

then there was high school, you little friendship expanded, only slightly- but as far as touya was concerned, he was yours. it was a terrible revelation to have in the middle of an algebra test, especially when he has to see you in a gym uniform in less than 20 minutes. and it's even worse because he knows that other people know- his mom suddenly saying that sleepovers have to be in the living room instead of in his room, that tenko kid always joked about how touya looked like an idiot every time you walked by, and his goddamned sister. god fuyumi just knew things about him and he hated it.

and he hated you- he didn't, god he could never.  but it's easier to say that than whatever he did feel. and he acted like he hates you, for about two weeks, they you came to him long after school ended to ask if he didn't want to be friends anymore and that you understood if he didn't want to be around you anymore. and that was it.

touya didn't hate you, he made sure you knew that. but he was never going to tell you that he loved you. just having you near him was enough, he couldn’t risk losing what little of you he had.

then there was college, and that stupid fucking boyfriend. it didn't matter, if you wanted to date some freak loser who's majoring in accounting but failed calculus, and who gambles on every football game, and who drinks himself into oblivion three days a week then you could. as long as you would always help him dye his hair on the first saturday of the month or during you designated movie nights; as long as you were with him it didn't matter who else you had on the side.

you were his, no shitty boyfriend could take that away. and they hated that, every boyfriend you had over those four years and touya loved it. yeah, you do chose him every time, what were they gonna do about it?

he's the one you cling too when you get a little too drunk at a party, he's the one you call after class to complain about the guy who just needs to argue everything you say, he's the one you tell about how awful every other guy is in bed (god he wants to ask if you want him to show you what a real man is like in bed but even he can read a room). and he fucking revels in it.

and he continues to revel until you 'swear off boys' after graduation. it's probably the best day of his life up to date, beating out when he convinced you to share an apartment as you search for jobs. and touya knows he shot himself in the foot (more like the dick) with this move. he's known you since childhood, he knows everything there is to know about you- but he's never had to live with you.

he's never had to smell your perfume, or shampoo, or bodywash every second of the day before. he's used to being on facetime while you decide what to wear for the day, not you changing right in front of him. and by the time he gets back from the shop, you're already home and cooking dinner for the two of you (like you're his wife waiting for him to come home every night).

and he really tries to act normal about it, it would destroy him to ruin your friendship while you live together.

so he keeps up with movie night (and lets you cuddle into him for hours on end, then you'll ask him how the movie was and he won't know because all he could think about was not popping a boner) and going with you to the weekend markets (he hold your hand so you don't get swept away by the crowd, and when you want to sit down and eat he throws his arms over the back of your seat like a possessive boyfriend) and he lets you fall asleep in his bed after hours of talking (and he likes to pretend it's like this every night, you in his bed where he can just sit and enjoy how good he feels in your presence).

and he is content with it- if this is all of you that he'll ever have then he'll relish in every moment you give him.

but fuck, there's only so much a man in love can take.

you very rarely convince touya to go out with you and your friends, but when you do you go all out. you're in his favorite minidress- the blue and black one that hugs your waist and rides up your thighs and shows the curve of your ass- and you pick out an outfit for him that matches if he stands directly in the LED lights of the club.

by the third bar you end up at, he decides to hunker down in a booth and watch your drink as you move to the dancefloor. he likes watching you dance, swinging your hips and lip-syncing the lyrics to him from across the room, but it’s evident that he isn't the only one watching. it takes one fucking actually going up to you for touya's patience to snap.

neither of you are that drunk, so the tension in the back of the uber is palpable. his hands haven't left your body since he stormed down to the dancefloor.

once you're out of the car, you only get halfway through the door before he's peeling his shirt off and pulling the bottom of your dress. his body presses yours against the wood, "you think this shit is funny? making me watch a bunch of guys think they have a chance with you."

"touya, wha-" you barely get the words out as one hand moves between your thighs, pressing two fingers against your throbbing clit.

"here's what were gonna do. we're gonna walk over to my room and you're gonna take everything off and then im going to stick my tongue up your cunt, then i'm going to show you exactly what you've been missing when you were fooling around with pencil dicks."

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what-the-jams
5 months ago

Confession | LMH (M)

Confession | LMH (M)

Best friend Mark x fem reader

Summary: you look beautiful and the time feels right, so he decides to confess.

Warnings: sexual content, big dick mark, unprotected sex, he's in love with you, he's also a bit of a freak, proofread (kinda)

Word count: 1,6k

Song recs: juno by Sabrina Carpenter

A/N: I wrote this on a whim bc I miss him and and need him in the least biblical way possible. Enjoy

Confession | LMH (M)

"can I tell you something?" His breathy whisper tickled your ear, giving you goosebumps all over. Marks hands roamed your sides, his firm fingers pressing into your skin as you listen to his shaky breathing.

“tell me.”

“I really like you.” His lips press against your ear lobe, heat spreading in the lower parts of your body. His chest is pressed against yours, hearts beating in unison as he kisses the back of your ear down your neck. “I love you actually.”

“You love me?”

Mark doesn’t know if it was the alcohol that bought on this confession or maybe the fact that you just looked especially good that night. But it clearly didn’t matter, especially when your face was so close to his. You can’t keep focus, not knowing whether to look at his eyes or lips and he quickly too notice, simply making the decision for you.

His lips melt into yours, the calm sound of his heavy breathing and the fire place cracking making your stomach flutter. Mark moves his hands to your hips, pressing your pelvis against his. His lips tie into yours almost too perfectly like it's meant to be, tongue smoothly sliding into your mouth naturally.

“I need you,” you whine softly.”

Mark nods, quickly taking off his suit jacket and throwing it on the couch behind him. Your hands fly to his chest, tugging at his tie pulling it off. Mark pulls away from your lips, resting his forehead on yours. His eyes light up watching you unbutton his shirt, brows scrunched in a desperate attempt to get it off.

He cracks a smile feeling your hands run up his body right to back of his neck, pulling him in for another deep kiss while your fingers tangle in his hair. Mark sneaks his hands around you, resting his large palms on your ass. He can’t help himself, the feeling of your plush ass drives him insane. You whine feeling him squeeze you, making him damn near rock hard, and you can feel it. You can feel how hard he is for you, and you want it so badly.

Marks fingertips bunch your dress in his hands, fisting the fabric as he kisses you. “I want you to touch me baby,” he says softly.

That was all you needed, immediately shoving the man on the couch behind you. Mark fell with grace, his light brown hair coving his face in the most elegant way possible. The fire lot his face, his pretty brown eyes looking at you. Mark watches you bunch your dress at your hips, climbing on him to straddle his lap. He can’t keep his hands to himself, immediately pushing the fabric up your legs, gripping your thick thighs.

“fuck,” you sigh. He looks like a dream under you. The way the light from behind flickers against his features does wonders for you. You can’t hold back, wishing for this moment for a long time. Mark doesn’t stop you from unbuckling his belt and undoing his dress pants that are a little too big for him.

The silence is comforting, nothing but the sound of your shaky breath as you palm his hard cock through his boxers. You pump him slowly through the fabric, watching his face twist in pleasure.

“yes baby just like that,” he sighs in pleasure.

You could watch him all day if you could, but you can’t, not when you’re dying to feel him stretch you open. “do you have any condoms?”

Mark gulps, shaking his head. He thought you’d be completely turned off, but his lips parted when you reached into his boxers, soft hands wrapping around his shaft. Mark watches you pull him out the fabric, nearly moaning seeing the size of him.

“fuck I’ve waited so long for this,” you whisper. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, the way you pulled up your dress revealing that you were in fact not wearing anything underneath. Your breathing was erratic, too excited to see the way the man looked at you while your lifted your hips, pressing his tip to your pussy.

A gasp leaves your lips, brows furrowed as you sink down on his cock. His hands are on your back and hip, gripping the fabric of your dress as he watches himself disappear inside you. Your body is hot, not only from the fireplace but from the way he’s looking at you.

“that’s it baby, deep breaths,” he says softly, rubbing soothing circles on your thigh.

“you’re so big,” you whine softly. You press your hips down more, hands flying to his shoulders feeling him move deeper in you. He’s so overwhelming, but you can’t stop yourself from grinding, your body moving on Its own. “Fuck,” your whimper softly.

Marks grips your dress, pushing it further up your body. His breathing increases, heart shooting out of his chest as he watches you use him to pleasure yourself. You look so pretty in your formal attire, hair done, makeup done, wearing the necklace he bought for you. Your lips part, soft moans spilling as you moved your hips.

“God, I love you so much.” Mark tilts your chin down, kissing you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth. Your hips moved faster, moans falling into your mouth as he gripped your thigh tight. The kiss was hot and wet, both of your mouths absorbing the sinister sounds of pleasure. Mark pulls away from the kiss, your heavy panting becoming all the more noticeable.

“Just like that baby, you’re so good for me.”

Your body completely melted into his, hands gripping his shoulders tight. Mark loves the way your necklace falls into his face, you biting your lip softly as you ride him faster. Your whines turn into whimpers and moans, shaky sounds escaping your mouth just like he always wanted.

“Mark…oh my god.”

You’re so blinded by pleasure, you cant even tell when his thumb ended up in your mouth. Your plump lips wrapped around the digit, brows furrowed as you stared into his eyes. The man pulls his thumb out your mouth, saliva still connecting the two of you together.

“I love you so much,” he moans, other hand gripping your hip. “All mine, right?”

You nod fast, feeling yourself get even more turned on. You clench around him, hands trembling on his shoulders. “I-I’m so close mark,” you moan.

“You’re gonna cum on my cock? Like a good girl?” Mark holds your hips, thrusting into you like his life depended on it. Body hot, sweat on his brow while pleasures you. You tried to be quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to the room, but you just can’t control yourself anymore. He feels so good inside you, like he’s made for you.

“yes, yes. I’m your good girl..”

Mark keeps fucking you, his grunts and moans sounding like music to your ears. He wants to keep going forever, but that feeling starts brewing in his stomach. He’s so close he might explode if you squeeze around him one more time. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum,” he moans. Mark tries to lift you off his lap, but you remove his hands.

You say nothing when you push his body deeper into the couch and start riding him like there’s no tomorrow. Whines and whispers escape from both of your lips, the feeling of an orgasm so close you could taste it. You kiss him, tongue immediately going down his throat and he enjoys it, moaning into your mouth.

That’s when you feel it, the right ball in your stomach becoming undone, clenching around him nice and tight as you break the kiss, high pitch sounds bouncing off the walls and into his ears. Mark follows immediately after, cumming deep inside your tight cunt with his jaw dropping at the feeling.

You collapse on his body having completely sweating out your hair, dress, and makeup. You don’t have to look into a mirror to know your look a mess. Lipstick everywhere, sweat fucking up your makeup, dress wrinkled to an unrecognizable degree. Mark doesn’t look any better. His shirt is half way off, hair all over the place and now his once perfectly ironed slacks are wrinkled.

“Holy fuck,” you huff out, still trying to catch your breath. Mark looks up at you, brows raised with a pretty smile on his face. “Can’t believe we just did that.”

“it was bound to happen.” Mark’s eyes light up when you giggle. “I’m so in love with you.”

Regardless of the fact that you just had sex with him, you still can’t handle how mushy and romantic he is, his words making your flustered. Mark knows you can handle it, so without letting you respond, he kisses you. Lips molding with yours, his tongue on yours tasting you. It feels like you’re the only people in the world, the way he grips your waist, pulling your body closer to him.

Both of you know you cant stay in this room, but you don’t protest when he caresses your face, thumb on your lip pulling your mouth open along with your tongue. The man licks up your tongue slowly, drawing a breathy moan you. He wraps his lips around the wet muscle, sucking it softly making you clench around his no semi hard cock that’s still inside you. You fell him thrust into you softly, but you can’t let him knowing you want to.

“wait,” you say breathlessly, pulling away from his lips. “we-we can’t stay here.”

“we can if you wanna go for round two.”

You look at him, biting your lip softly. “you don’t think we’ll get in trouble?”

“I don’t care about getting in trouble.”

Against your better intuition, your lips lock with his once again, his hands all over your body continuing his confession for the rest of the night.

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what-the-jams
9 months ago

Sadly I will be postponing this series, a lot of you may know that I haven’t been posting ANYTHING on this story but i’ve been pretty active giving other writers love on their stories because i am a perpetual fanfic reader. and also i have been in cosmetology school for the last year of my life, thankfully i am graduating and i want to write more!!

this is not the end but more of a brief pause as i reorient my life around!!

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈

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𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬- “A ruse used to trick the town of Mayfair into thinking that the Duke of Slytherin and the eldest daughter of The Basset family are courting each other. First It works as mothers of eligible ladies backed off and eligible bachelor’s began to flock in. But things begin to get complicated and feelings soon come into play.”

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬- “Bridgerton AU, out of character Draco, Smut(eventually), angsty, moderately paced, more will be put in the more the series progresses.”

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬- “I’ve been binging Bridgerton lately and it just made me realize how much i love both the love story of Daphne Bridgerton and Simon Basset, and my love for Draco Malfoy.

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𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏- 𝐷𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐- 𝑆𝘩𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐷𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑- 𝐴𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑆𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑛

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒- 𝐴𝑛 𝐴𝑓𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓- 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑢𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔- 𝑆𝑤𝑖𝑠𝘩

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕- 𝑂𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝐴𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖- 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛

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draco malfoy bridgerton harry potter fanfiction harry potter smut harry potter series draco lucius malfoy draco malfoy smut bridgerton au
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what-the-jams
3 weeks ago

True form!Sukuna who’s just so big that he’d have you sitting all prettily on his meaty lap and you’d be struggling to straddle him - can anyone blame you? He’s proudly over seven feet- and as it mentioned: big.

True form!Sukuna who can just carry you ‘round wherever you wanted, and he’d only need one arm for that, too. A princess carry, on top of his shoulders, thrown around like a sack of potatoes - you name it, he wouldn’t even feel it.

True form!Sukuna who has to spends hours n’ hours just trying to make both of his lengths fit. Because he was big, big - coaxing and cooing at you with his two mouths while he pounds in a biiiig tummy buIge.

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what-the-jams
3 weeks ago

sukuna doing your grwm voiceover | f. reader, s/h prns., crack 'n fluff, estb. rl ؛ ଓ

the mic is a cheap little thing—one of those clip-ons with a long cord and a half-broken clip that you swore was “totally fine for tiktok.” it’s taped to the desk lamp now, swaying slightly as sukuna leans back in your pink gaming chair, arms crossed over his chest like it might keep the cringe away. the video is on mute.

thank god. he would’ve walked out if he had to listen to your chipper little intro and do this dumbass voice-over. but he stays—grumbling, snarling under his breath, but he stays.

“ugh. fine,” he mutters as he hits record, voice low and already irritated. “hi. ’m narratin' her dumbass makeup thing. let’s get this over with.”

the video starts with you holding up your moisturizer to the camera like it’s a sacred relic. sukuna squints at the label.

“this one’s got... snail slime or some shit. don’t ask me. she swears by it. uses exactly three pumps, like a goddamn ritual. see? one, two... three. mmhmm. told you.”

he clicks his tongue when the next product flashes onscreen. your sunscreen.

“this one’s white as hell when it goes on. looks like a clown for a sec. she always pats it in too fast—like she’s in a race. it dries down okay, i guess. not that i notice. or care.”

he very much notices. always does. he sits on the bed pretending to scroll while you do this routine every morning. he's watched it with the intensity of a warrior memorizing enemy patterns.

now comes the concealer. the applicator dabs under your eyes with practiced precision.

“yeah. this part. five dots under each eye. exactly five. you miss one, she wipes the whole thing off like the world’s ending. don’t know why she bothers—looks good without all this crap anyway.”

he pauses.

“…not that i say that out loud.”

the beauty blender makes its entrance and sukuna actually groans.

“this sponge. she squeezes it before every use like it’s stress relief. and then she taps. forever. for e-ver. just... tap tap tap like an annoying little woodpecker.”

he mimics the sound with his fingers on the desk—tap, tap, tap—lazily, almost fondly.

your bronzer palette appears, slightly cracked in the corner. he narrows his eyes.

“this thing’s been through hell. she won’t throw it away. i offered to buy her a new one and she called me ‘sweet’ like i wasn’t trying to end this makeup horror show. anyway, she goes light-handed here. no muddy cheeks. she’s precise. annoying, but precise.”

his gaze flicks to the lipstick you picked—a soft, bitten pink.

“her favorite,” he says a little too quickly, a little too softly. then he clears his throat like the sentiment offended him. “whatever. next.”

the video ends with you posing for the camera, smiling. sukuna stares for a second too long. you’d edited a heart transition, too—sparkly pink.

“gross,” he mutters.

he clicks the mic off and pushes back from the desk like it burned him. “we done? finally?”

you post it anyway. mostly because the internet doesn’t deserve to be spared this kind of comedy gold. and overnight, the comments blow up. thirsting. begging. 

"i'd pay to listen to him read an audiobook."  "who is he and where can i sign up for the cult??"  "he sounds like he could ruin my life and i'd say thanks afterwards."

sukuna glares at the screen the next morning, cracking his knuckles like he’s ready to teleport into the comments section and throw hands.

“who the hell is sexyslut69 and why do they want me to whisper them affirmations?” he growls. “block ‘em. block all of ‘em.”

you laugh. he doesn’t. but when you offer to film another one, he grumbles a “tch” and sits back down in your chair.

“fine. but next time, you're using the expensive mic. and none of that heart bullshit at the end. i'm not doing that sparkly shit again.”

pause.

“…and do not let them think i’m for sale, you hear me? i’m yours. yours.”

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what-the-jams
1 month ago

NO SAFE DISTANCE ⋆✦⋆ ushijima wakatoshi

NO SAFE DISTANCE ⋆✦⋆ Ushijima Wakatoshi

synopsis ➸ ushijima has never been good at self-restraint—especially not when it comes to you. but after one too many warnings from family and friends, he tries to take it easy on you. it doesn’t take long for him to realize he’s absolutely terrible at it.

tags ➸ extremely rough séx, size kínk, breéding kínk, cúmplay, overstimúlation, obséssive!ushijima, possessíveness, mild somnóphilia, unrestrained libído, degrádation, power imbalance, prímal play, impáct play, creampíe, implied dub-con, body worship, orál fixation, hair púlling, edgíng, forcéd orgásm, dírty talking, markíng, extreme sexúal tensíon, objectifícation, free use(?)

wc ➸ 7.9k

NO SAFE DISTANCE ⋆✦⋆ Ushijima Wakatoshi

From the very first time Ushijima Wakatoshi saw you in high school, he was completely consumed by an overwhelming desire. You had a body built for sin - every lush curve and tantalizing swell crafted to turn men into drooling, subservient wrecks. Ushijima had never felt such an intense, primal craving to possess someone so thoroughly before.

He didn't bother trying to pursue you through conventional dating or courtship. The second he got you alone after volleyball practice, Ushijima wasted no time in pinning your smaller frame against the locker room wall and ravaging your mouth with hungry kisses. You melted instantly into his powerful embrace, whimpering as his calloused hands eagerly mapped every inch of your softness.

From that moment on, Ushijima was utterly addicted to having you. An insatiable hunger possessed him to constantly bend you over, hike up your skirt, and take you from behind in every public nook and cranny he could find on campus. His friends lost count of how many times they caught him rutting into you like a wild animal, his powerful hips jackhammering mercilessly as your cries of ecstasy echoed through the hallways.

"Damn 'Toshi, you're really putting that body to work!" They would joke breathlessly. "Just wait until after you put a ring on it - you'll never want to leave that!"

Ushijima merely grunted at their defeated prophecies, thoroughly convinced his sheer force of will would allow him to control his ravenous cravings once you were officially his bride. How laughably wrong he was...

Your wedding night in Bali lasted all of five seconds before Ushijima had you naked and screaming, impaled on his thick length as he took you like a lust-starved animal against the resort balcony doors. The entire honeymoon suite still reeks of your mingled scents and the obscene squelches of his cock ruining your soaked pussy for all other men. By the time you checked out a week later, the staff had to completely strip and discard the stained bedsheets you'd been ruthlessly bred upon day and night.

Two years later, and Ushijima's hunger to dominate and claim his wife's body has only grown more rapacious. He delights in keeping you perpetually stuffed full of his potent seed - bending you over at any opportunity to slake his thirst inside your abused holes. You've long since given up any notion of dignity or shame, instead reveling in your role as his cock-warmer cumdump, spread open and overflowing with his virile leavings every hour of the day.

Ushijima adored having you as his devoted, stay-at-home wife to ravage at his whim. From the moment he returned from practice or a game, you were expected to be awaiting him fully nude and presented, ready to be claimed like the obedient little bride you were. He loved seeing you in that submissive display - limbs splayed wantonly, glistening folds already dewy with arousal just from the thought of taking his thick cock again.

There was no need for clothes or modesty when Ushijima was home. Your flawless form was meant to be admired, worshipped, and thoroughly decorated with his possessive marks. He took immense satisfaction in ensuring your silky walls were never empty, always stuffed to overflowing with his potent seed. Ushijima would thoroughly breed you in every room of the house, delighting in your whimpers and tremors as he hilted himself balls-deep and flooded your quivering womb.

Despite his rough, animalistic claiming of your body, there was no denying the depth of Ushijima's love and adoration for you. In those moments after reaching his climax, he would gently gather you against his chest, raining tender kisses over your disheveled hair and face as he stroked your curves adoringly. You were his precious, beautiful wife - the only person who could inspire such paradoxical tenderness and ferocious passion within him.

However, something shifted after one particularly enthusiastic lovemaking session left you unable to walk for nearly a full day. Ushijima had carried your trembling, spent form to the bedroom and spent hours meticulously bathing you, replacing the sheets, and ensuring you were settled comfortably. Yet the sight of your listless, overstimulated state shook him deeply.

His teammates and even parents had begun remarking with more frequency about the dark circles under your eyes and how utterly depleted you seemed. "Give the poor woman a break, son," his father had chuckled, though there was a glint of concern. "Before you run her into the ground completely."

Ushijima knew they were right. As much as he treasured being able to take his wife whenever and however his formidable lust demanded, he was perhaps taking that privilege too far. You deserved to be cherished and rested, not treated as a glorified fleshlight to be used until you were an unresponsive, overstuffed mess.

So for the first time since your honeymoon, Ushijima made the difficult decision to give you a temporary reprieve from his implacable carnal urges.

At first, he'd felt confident he could control himself. How hard could it be to keep his hands off of you for a little while and allow you to recover? Ushijima was a man renowned for his incredible physical stamina and willpower on the volleyball court. Surely denying himself the intoxicating softness of your body would be simple in comparison.

He was dead wrong.

The first morning after instituting the hands-off policy, Ushijima awoke with you blissfully draped across his powerful frame in the usual naked tangle of limbs. Your bare breasts were pillowed enticingly against his chest, making his morning wood twitch traitorously against the scorching heat of your thighs.

Ushijima had to grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut, fighting back the overpowering instinct to roll you onto your back and spear that soaked entrance smothering his arousal. He'd been waking up to this exact same scenario for two years, instantly burying himself to the hilt and reveling in your broken gasps as he staked his claim yet again. Just because you weren't feeling well didn't give him license to deny himself his usual indulgence of your body's splendors.

It took nearly an hour of careful, measured breathing for Ushijima's lust to finally subside enough that he could safely extract himself and leave for practice. The entire grueling commute, he could think of nothing but the way your legs had been obscenely parted, glistening arousal coating your pretty lips in anticipation of him taking what was his. He'd nearly swerved into oncoming traffic at the thought of you lying there waiting for him, to be stuffed and bred and marked with his possession yet again.

But Ushijima held firm in his conviction, somehow making it to the gym in relative control of his faculties. That iron restraint lasted all of five seconds once practice began and his blood started pumping hot and hard once more.

Teammate after teammate kept offering innocuous comments that felt like a savage gut-punch: "You look extra intense today, 'Toshi. Everything okay at home?"

His eye twitched at the innocent jest, visions of your sumptuous naked frame instinctively bent in offering filling his mind. Ushijima could practically smell the addictive, slightly musky aroma of your arousal clinging to the sheets he'd been forced to abandon. He grunted in response and merely intensified the ferocity of his drills.

If only his so-called friends knew the truth of what defined Ushijima's entire home existence — namely, burying his face and cock between your heavenly thighs at every opportunity. Using your pliant form as an infinite wellspring to quench his thirst and stake his claim over and over until you were nothing but a boneless, sobbing mess glazed inside and out with his seed.

The thought alone almost made Ushijima's knees buckle right there on the court. He was sweating, shaking, utterly consumed with the need to rush home and alleviate this rapidly building feverish pressure in his loins. You'd looked so perfect laying there that morning, every lush curve and glistening crevice begging for his reverence and possession.

But he'd robbed himself of that masculine privilege, however temporarily. Now Ushijima could only grit his teeth and endure the agonizing emptiness of being denied his sweet, slick accommodations as your husband. Of not being able to simply take you and use your body to slake his basest urgings whenever the need inevitably struck.

Even after the torturous morning waking up beside your nude form, Ushijima's day was far from over in terms of temptation and denial.

Upon returning home from practice, he was immediately assaulted by the soft sounds and enticing smells of you puttering around the kitchen preparing an early dinner. Ushijima felt his arousal spike anew, mouth watering not for the food but for the memories.

There was the island counter where he'd bent you over just last week, holes already soaked in anticipation as he mounted you from behind. He could vividly picture the way your fingernails had scrabbled for purchase, mewling pleas to "give it to me" falling on deaf ears as Ushijima simply took what he wanted with rough, claiming strokes.

You didn't even have to ask anymore - he would simply spread those luscious thighs and sheathe himself home whenever the whim struck. Your role as his doting wife was to remain constantly bred and aching around the thick bulge of his cock, no matter where or when he desired to rut.

Steam billowed from the oven as you inevitably bent over, back arched and ass presented in that same wanton offering Ushijima was intimately familiar with. Just a few days ago he'd had you bent at that same angle, slamming into your ripening pussy with abandon as his heavy balls smacked that perfect jiggling rump raw.

He could practically hear the vulgar squelch of his cock excavating your insides with each punishing stroke while you squealed and begged for "more, more!" That greedy, slurping cunt audibly protested each time he hilted himself fully, never satisfied until you were swollen and seeping his thick seed in obscene rivulets.

Ushijima's jaw clenched hard enough for his temples to throb sickeningly. You didn't even seem to register his presence, too focused on preparing a meal that would ultimately end up splattered across the messy kitchen once he reasserted his marital rights. He'd made it a personal mission to christen every possible surface of their home with your mingled fluids over the years.

That table you were idly wiping down? He could clearly make out the faint indentations your nails had worn into the lacquered wood from relentlessly clawing into it while he was rutting atop you hundreds of times before. Just picturing the way your head would loll back, mouth parted in fucked-out bliss as he pounded into your welcoming depths was enough to make his cock twitch needily.

The kitchen was far from the only location drenched in such lascivious memories, either. Ushijima's hungry gaze trailed over to the plush living room sofa where he'd taken to alternating between facefucking your spit-soaked throat and slapping his heavy sack against that pretty cunt until you were a delirious, choking mess. More times than he could count, you'd ended up splayed in a helpless tangle of limbs, wheezing as he pumped load after thick load directly into your convulsing womb.

That tightness would then be stuffed into whatever spare orifice remained - be it your gasping mouth or even your perfect, puckered little asshole begging to be reamed and seeded next. You were Ushijima's personal cumdump, built to be adorned with his creamy leavings inside and out until you were rendered a gooey, thoroughly ruined wreck of fucked satisfaction.

As the days crawled by in achingly slow torment, Ushijima could feel his grasp on sanity slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. The persistent ache in his groin had bloomed into an all-consuming inferno, singeing away every ounce of his once-vaunted restraint.

He tried valiantly to cling to rational thoughts - reminders that you were the love of his life, his precious wife who deserved to be cherished and appreciated rather than rutted into oblivion at his basest whims. Ushijima wasn't some feral beast incapable of controlling his formidable lust, no matter how heavenly your body's siren call might be.

But such lofty ideals were rapidly crumbling against the onslaught of vivid memories and temptation at every turn. Simply watching you go about the most mundane household tasks was enough to reduce Ushijima to a vibrating mass of desperation, obsessively recalling every decadent way he'd claimed you in that same setting before.

The living room where you idly straightened decorative cushions immediately morphed into a garishly pornographic tableau in his mind's eye. He could clearly envision the way you'd been splayed across that very couch, legs hoisted over his straining shoulders as he pumped into you with harsh, jolting strokes. The debauched rhythmic sounds of skin smacking wetly against skin, punctuated by your broken gasps and whimpers for more, more, harder, deeper...

Ushijima's hands curled into white-knuckled fists as he willed the sordid visions away, jaw clenched so tightly he could hear his bones creaking in protest. Get a grip, he chastised himself harshly. She's not some depraved cocksleeve put on this earth solely for your pleasure. He adored and cherished you deeply - had sworn binding vows before the heavens to love, honor, and respect your sanctity just as fiercely as you committed your heart and body to him.

Yet those noble convictions crumbled like a flimsy sandcastle under the raging tide of his basest impulses whenever you wandered within arm's reach. Ushijima could practically feel the scorching phantom grip of your silken walls clinging to his aching length as you bent at the waist to gather laundry or retrieve items from lower cabinets. The sight of your lush backside wiggling hypnotically immediately triggered his body's muscle memory - of mounting you from behind, hips already pistoning greedily as he stuffed himself balls-deep into that creamy paradise with a guttural groan.

You didn't even seem to register his heated stare, focused as you were on domestic chores. But in Ushijima's mind's eye, you were already whimpering and keening, insides convulsing with each rapturous thrust as he took his well-earned marital rights over and over without reprieve. He could practically smell the musky aroma of your compounded arousal permeating the air, begging him to shed the last threads of his tattered control.

The longer he was forced to endure this agonizing denial of relieving himself inside your body's heavenly accommodations, the more Ushijima's composure began to unravel. His hands felt perpetually clammy with suppressed longing, hard cock straining needfully with every subtle wiggle or bend of your lush feminine frame as you remained blissfully unaware of the tempest brewing within him.

It was only a matter of time, Ushijima knew, before this torturous drought finally reached its breaking point and he reasserted himself as your virile, dominant caretaker. As your husband, staking his primal claim to breed you full over and over until you had no choice but to lie disheveled and sloppy with the sloshing overflow of his heady cum.

In a way, perhaps Ushijima mused feverishly, robbing you temporarily of his godly seed was an act of mercy. Because once the floodgates were finally breached, there would be no tempering the ravenous onslaught with which he intended to ravage and stake his ownership yet again. At last he understood the dire warnings his own friends and family had issued about not being able to control himself around his little wife.

So for your sake as much as his own, Ushijima continued his white-knuckled struggle to maintain the shrinking barriers of propriety and restraint, however momentary the reprieve. But with each passing moment in your smoldering presence, he felt those final fortifications crumbling at an exponential rate.

NO SAFE DISTANCE ⋆✦⋆ Ushijima Wakatoshi

The couch cushions seemed to envelop Ushijima as he sank back, trying in vain to relax his tense muscles. His eyes were inexorably drawn to you, perched so tantalizingly on his lap as you happily snacked on treats from the pantry. Even this simple act of indulging in sweets somehow made his heart swell with tenderness.

You were a vision of cozy domesticity in that moment - casually dressed, hair slightly tousled, entirely at ease within the sanctuary of your shared home. Yet Ushijima couldn't help drinking in the sensual details of your form pressed against him. The gentle swell of your curves molding to his powerful thighs, the subtle floral scent of your perfumed skin surrounding him. Just being this close after days of forced distance made his insides churn with longing.

As if sensing his scrutiny, you glanced up with a warm smile. Ushijima's breath hitched at the unguarded adoration shining in your eyes. You were so beautiful, so precious to him. Without really thinking it through, he found himself leaning in, powerless to resist tasting those inviting lips.

The whisper-soft caress of your mouths meeting ignited an instantaneous firestorm within Ushijima's veins. He sucked in a harsh breath through his nose, hands tightening reflexively on your waist as the kiss deepened with heady fervor. Every fibre of his being thrummed with awakened desperation after being starved of your affections.

When you finally parted, you let out a breathless giggle. "Well someone clearly needed that," you teased gently, eyes sparkling with mirth and fondness. "The great Ushijima Wakatoshi getting so worked up over a little kiss..."

The warm ribbing sliced straight through Ushijima's haze of rekindled ardor, allowing clarity and a flicker of sheepish chagrin to return. Of course you'd find his churning restraint silly and overblown. To you, the past few days of self-imposed celibacy amounted to little more than a temporary, unnecessary hurdle of his own making.

"You’re making fun of me for holding back?" he couldn't resist rumbling in response, quirking one eyebrow challengingly. "Even when it’s taking everything in me not to ruin you right here, my wife?"

Rather than looking properly chastised, your eyes fairly danced with that same teasing gleam. "A struggle you seem to be failing at spectacularly, my love. This whole 'abstinence' idea was sweet but utterly pointless."

Ushijima drew in a sharp breath as your hand boldly traced the hard planes of his abdomen through his thin shirt. The simple caress felt like a lick of flame setting his insides ablaze with rekindled hunger. "You underestimate the importance of proper restraint and respect, my dearest. A man shouldn't mindlessly take and rut like some sort of—"

"Beast?" you cheerfully cut him off, emboldened fingers now trailing higher to fan against the sculpted ridges of his chest. "Is that what you were going to say? That you're some kind of ravenous animal who can't control their own lust around me?"

Despite your playful tone, your words sliced straight through Ushijima's tenuously reformed restraint. Because in his most unguarded of moments, that's precisely how he saw himself - a primal, shuddering mess reduced to bestial desperation by your very presence.

Chest heaving, he captured your meandering hand and quickly pinned it against the couch cushions in a vice-like grip. Your teasing grin faltered as you suddenly found yourself caged beneath his powerful frame, entire body radiating a scorching intensity.

"You mock what you don't understand," Ushijima growled in a low, gravelly timbre that made you shiver. “Every second near you is pure torture. Just one touch, and I lose all control…”

To punctuate his point, he rolled his hips firmly against yours, allowing you to feel the undeniable ridge of his cock straining needfully against the thin barriers between you. Your pupils flared, a tiny whimper escaping your lips in reflexive response as liquid heat flooded your features.

Ushijima continued in that same low, intense purr that seemed to reverberate straight to your core. “So you were right—I couldn’t fight it. Trying to deny how badly I want you is useless. Because in the end, I’m just a man who falls apart at the thought of being inside his wife again…”

After that heated moment of intensity, Ushijima took a deep, steadying breath and gently extricated himself from your provocative position. As much as every fiber of his being screamed to surrender fully to his primal urges, he couldn't bring himself to completely obliterate the last vestiges of his self-restraint.

Not yet, at least.

You let out a small huff of disappointment as he shifted away, leaving you flushed and aching on the couch. Ushijima's dark eyes drank in the petulant pout on your kiss-swollen lips and had to summon every ounce of willpower to avoid lunging right back in.

"Patience, my love," he rumbled, more to himself than to you. "We've waited this long..."

You shot him a look of pure skepticism. "Waited? For what, exactly? For you to completely lose your mind over some made-up idea that I need to be protected from your absolutely vanilla desires?"

Ushijima felt his brow furrow at your blunt phrasing. He opened his mouth to protest, but you barreled onward before he could get a word in.

"This whole self-imposed celibacy thing has been utterly ridiculous from the start. When are you going to get it through that thick skull of yours?" You rose up on your knees to bracket his thighs, leaving you eye-level and effectively trapping him against your soft warmth. "I'm your wife, Wakatoshi. Your partner in every sense of the word. I don't need sheltering or restraint - I need you. All of you, utterly unrestrained."

Your hands cradled his face with unexpected tenderness even as your eyes burned with determination. "So stop holding back and treating me like something fragile that needs protection. I can handle everything you have to give and more."

The challenging spark in your gaze was like a physical caress against Ushijima's resolve. He could feel it shuddering under the weight of your conviction, cracking nearly beyond repair. You always had possessed an uncanny ability to strip away his loftiest barriers with just a few choice words and that utterly arresting stare.

"You know I only ever want to cherish and respect you," he managed in a hoarse murmur. "To keep you safe and honor the sanctity of our—"

Your lips sealed over his in a searing kiss that obliterated whatever noble justification still clung to the tip of his tongue. A harsh rumble reverberated up from Ushijima's chest as his arms instinctively wound around your body, returning the embrace with rising fervor. He could already feel his restraints unraveling, fragile hold over his brazen desires slipping with each ravenous clash of your mouths.

When you finally broke away, you were both panting harshly. Foreheads pressed together, you stared up at Ushijima from under your lashes in a way that made his blood pound.

"Keep your sanctity," you breathed in a tone of husky challenge. "I'll take the unchained desire of a man utterly obsessed with making me his..."

Ushijima's chest seized with a shuddering inhalation at the blatant gauntlet you'd thrown down. He could feel the quivering threads of his propriety and misguided chivalry rapidly fraying against your onslaught of temptation. You always did know just which buttons to push to bring him inexorably to the edge.

This time, he sensed you wouldn't be satisfied until he well and truly plunged over the precipice into the yawning chasm of his most selfish, rapacious hunger. And you knew perfectly well he lacked the fortitude to deny your deliciously provocative demand, even if he wanted to.

"Minx..." Ushijima growled, the endearment dripping with a low rumble of burgeoning capitulation. "You'll very much regret poking this beast until it—"

Whatever vaguely ominous warning he'd been about to issue evaporated the second your lips crashed against his once more. Ushijima instantly melted into the searing kiss, thick arms winding around your body as you pressed flush against his powerful frame.

For several heated moments you simply lost yourselves in the messy, urgent melding of your mouths. Tongues tangled and hands roamed with escalating fervor as you both surrendered to the smoldering need that had been cruelly denied for too long.

When you finally parted for air, Ushijima's eyes were dark twin pools of want, boring straight into your soul. His chest heaved with each ragged inhale, drawing your entranced gaze to the taut ridges of defined muscle and the V-lines which pointed lower still...

A soft whine nearly escaped your lips at that tempting visual. God, you wanted - no, needed - to feel all of him against you again with no barriers. The hot brand of his weight pinning you to the sheets, thick cock sheathing itself to the hilt in your aching, neglected depths—

Ushijima seemed to read the feverish need blazing across your features. His jaw clenched almost painfully and you saw the tendons in his neck strain as he visibly fought to maintain the last threads of restraint already disintegrating between you.

"Easy, sweetheart..." he managed in a low, guttural rumble that did absolutely nothing to soothe the burning riot of arousal dancing under your skin. If anything the pet name tumbling so naturally from his lips in that gravelly tone just stoked the flames higher.

You squirmed impatiently against him, purposefully pressing your softness against his hardening length in a silent, wanton entreaty. "Don't 'easy' me, Toshi," you huffed without an ounce of real rebuke, gaze locking blatantly on his kiss-swollen mouth. "I want you so damn bad right now, it's driving me crazy."

A rumbling groan vibrated from the depths of his chest at your blunt admission. You could see his composure rapidly unraveling at the prospect of your mutual desperation - the scorching temptation to shatter that fragile control and ravage one another without further restraint.

"You have no idea the willpower this is taking..." Ushijima ground out, calloused hands flexing against the swell of your hips almost involuntarily. "To deny myself the sweetness of being buried deep inside you again after being starved of it for so long..."

You felt your core clench at the hot promise laced into his strained words. Without consciously deciding, you hooked one leg around his thighs to pull his hips flush against your own. The thick ridge of his arousal ground deliciously against your clothed heat and you sucked in a sharp breath at the exquisite friction.

"Then stop denying us," you whispered throatily into the charged air between your lips, even as Ushijima stared down at you with a look of rapt, blazing torment. "Stop being so careful and just take what you-what we- need already, dammit..."

For one tantalizing heartbeat, you saw the naked desperation and hunger flare across his strong features. You held your breath, dizzy with hope and anticipation that he would finally let his deeply leashed passions loose upon you.

But then, almost as quickly, a muscle ticked in that sharp jawline and Ushijima's expression settled once more into a mask of strained resolve. He pulled back from the tempting cradle of your heat and thighs with a shuddering exhalation. "No...not like this," he rasped out, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself than you as he averted his burning gaze briefly. "You don't know what you're asking for, my love..."

A sliver of real frustration lanced through your lust-fogged thoughts at his continued refusal to let himself surrender fully. "The hell I don't!" you snapped. "I'm asking for my husband to give me what I want, no holding back!"

Ushijima stared at you, chest heaving with the force of his inner restraint as you glared back defiantly. The simmering tension could have been cut with a knife. For a long moment, neither of you moved or spoke - you issuing an unspoken challenge, him fighting viciously against his instincts.

Then a sly look stole across your features. "You know what?" you said in a tone of feigned nonchalance. "Clearly I'm not going to get what I want from you tonight..."

You slid off the couch in one smooth motion, back pointedly turned to Ushijima as you sashayed towards the stairs with deliberate sway in your hips. "So I'll just take care of my needs myself, since you're too busy wrestling with your precious control."

The implication in your words was as blatant as it was effective. You heard Ushijima's sharp intake of breath behind you and couldn't resist glancing back over your shoulder. His entire body had gone rigid, fingers digging into the couch cushions as his eyes bored into you with an intensity that made your core clench.

Holding his burning stare, you very slowly dragged your hands up your body until they cupped your breasts through your thin shirt. You gave them a gentle squeeze, lips parting on a soft sigh of pleasure meant just for his viewing torment.

That seemed to be the final straw shattering Ushijima's tenuous grasp on restraint. With a guttural growl that sent lightning zinging down your spine, he surged off the couch in a blind rush towards you.

A bright peal of laughter burst from your lips as you whirled and bolted up the stairs, the thunder of his footsteps rapidly closing in behind. You could practically feel the scorching heat of his presence at your back as you raced down the hallway towards your bedroom sanctuary.

Just as you reached the open door, Ushijima's powerful arm whipped around your middle and wrenched you back against his heaving chest. You let out a breathless squeal of surprise and delight, struggling half-heartedly against his restraining hold.

"Let me go!" you gasped out between giddy giggles, even as your hips instinctively pressed back against the undeniable ridge of his arousal. "I told you I'd just take care of myself since you won't—"

The rest of your words were abruptly smothered as Ushijima spun you around and sealed his mouth over yours in a searing, desperate kiss. You melted against him with a muffled moan, dimly registering the way he easily scooped you up with one arm banded around your waist. Then you were moving, stumbling the few steps to fall in a tangle of limbs across the rumpled bedsheets.

When you finally surfaced for air, Ushijima was looming over you - body taut with barely restrained intensity, chest heaving, eyes dark molten pools of banked hunger. His fingers thread almost roughly through your hair, tilting your head back as he held your heated stare.

"You'll be the death of me, woman," he growled in that low rasp that never failed to make you shiver. "Pushing me to the very edge of control like some insatiable vixen..."

You shamelessly pressed your thighs together, feeling a fresh gush of arousal at his words and commanding presence towering over you. "Maybe I wouldn't have to push so hard if you'd just give us both what we desperately want already..."

The blatant challenge hung heavy in the charged air between you. Ushijima's jaw clenched almost painfully as his willpower seemingly waged one final war against his blazing desires. You could have sworn you saw a vein throb in his neck as he struggled to maintain his fracturing grasp on restraint.

Then, as if a switch had been thrown, the last of that iron control appeared to snap. Ushijima's features contorted into a look of dark rapture as he ducked down to rasp directly against your parted lips.

You could feel the scorching heat of his quick breaths fanning across your mouth as he held your unwavering stare. Ushijima's eyes had gone hooded, pupils blown wide with undisguised yearning in a way you'd never quite witnessed before. There was no pretense, no filtering or constraint remaining - just molten, primal need gazing back at you.

"Fuck..." The guttural profanity rumbled out before he could stop it, lending a gravelly edge to the deep timbre of his voice that made your insides turn to liquid fire. "You really weren't playing around, were you? Practically begging me to lose it and take what I want..."

His powerful body was pulled taut as a bowstring where it hovered over yours, every ridged muscle and tendon standing out in harsh relief. You could see the white-knuckled strain in his hands where they fisted the rumpled sheets on either side of your head. Ushijima appeared to be vibrating with the monumental effort of maintaining what little restraint still remained.

Shamelessly, you arched your back slightly to increase the tantalizing friction where your bodies weren't quite touching. You heard the sharp sound of Ushijima's indrawn breath and couldn't resist dragging your hooded gaze down his frame to the prominent ridge tenting against his pants mere inches away.

"Don't act so surprised," you murmured, proud of how your tone remained measured despite the escalating tension coiling low in your belly. "We both know how long you've been dying to wreck me like you haven't been able to all week..."

Ushijima visibly shuddered at your candid vulgarity, but didn't rebuke you. If anything, his eyes seemed to darken further into bottomless pools of banked fire. "Say it again," he demanded in a low rasp that bordered on guttural. "Tell me exactly what I've been too weak to take..."

You felt a burst of fresh arousal flood your veins at his blatant request, at the undisguised savagery flickering behind his intense stare. Ushijima wasn't playing coy or dancing around the issue with courtly pretenses any longer. He was stripping away every last veneer of propriety to reveal the rapacious, unrestrained beast you'd been trying to rouse all along.

Holding his heated regard, you deliberately shifted your hips in a slow, circular grind against the tantalizing bulge of his cock. A punched-out groan reverberated from Ushijima's parted lips at the blatant provocation.

"I want you..." you breathed out, voice already gone husky with burgeoning desire, "...to use this needy pussy however you need to, whenever you want. No more being a good little housewife, waiting for you to tie yourself into knots over being 'gentle'..."

Ushijima sucked in a sharp breath through his bared teeth, hips twitching minutely in an aborted grind against you. His mouth seemed to work wordlessly for a moment, transfixed by the searing promises tumbling so shamelessly from your lips.

"Keep going..." he all but growled when he finally regained his words. "Don't stop now, my love...not when I'm this fucking close to snapping completely and taking you up on that offer..."

You felt another frisson of heady arousal tingle through your veins at Ushijima's rasped demand, at the way his desire-darkened eyes bored into you with a blazing intensity.

Squirming against the mattress, you hooked one leg deliberately around his tensed thighs, savoring the low groan that punched out of his chest as you effectively trapped his rigid length against your scalding heat through the thin barrier of clothes.

"I want you to stop holding back..." you husked, lips brushing tantalizingly against the sharp line of his jaw as you rolled your hips in a slow, filthy grind. "No more being so careful, like I'm some fragile thing that needs protecting..."

Ushijima's thick forearms flexed against the sheets, muscles straining with the herculean effort to keep from pinning you fully beneath his massive frame and slaking his feral need. You could practically see the last fragile threads of his vaunted restraint disintegrating before your very eyes.

"I can take whatever you want to give, Toshi," you continued in a breathy murmur against the thundering pulse at his throat. "I'm your wife, made to take that big fucking cock however you crave it...to be stuffed so full over and over until I'm nothing but a shaking, sloppy mess drowning in your cum..."

A harsh, strangled sound rumbled out of Ushijima at your filthy words, hips jerking helplessly to grind his steel-hard length against your molten center with bruising force. His eyes slammed shut, sharp features contorted into an expression of rapturous abandon as he finally surrendered what little control still remained.

In one explosive motion, Ushijima crashed his mouth against yours in a messy, claiming kiss that left you both gasping and devouring each other with unbridled desperation. His thick arms wrapped around you like bands of steel, crushing your pliant curves against his unyielding hardness as the kiss rapidly descended into frenzied need.

"Fuck yes..." he growled out harshly between messy clashes of tongue and teeth, divesting you both of clothing in a frantic blur. "That's it, darling...beg for it like the filthy little cumslut you are..."

The vulgar profanity tumbled so naturally off his tongue in a way you'd never experienced before, stoking the bonfire in your core to incandescent levels. You could only whine in answer, nails dragging stinging welts down his sculpted back as Ushijima at last sealed your naked bodies together with low, rapturous groan of pure masculine satisfaction.

He was already rock-hard and throbbing where he lay flush against your thigh, the scorching heat radiating off his thick arousal making your mouth water. Without conscious thought, you found yourself grinding up against his length, coating it in a sticky sheen of your dripping arousal.

Ushijima groaned at the delicious, filthy friction, large hand gripping the swell of your ass in a viselike hold. "So wet already," he rasped out, dark eyes drinking in the sight of your bodies grinding shamelessly against one another. "My dirty wife is practically creaming herself just from the promise of getting her needy little cunt wrecked..."

You felt a shuddering moan bubble up from the depths of your chest at his crude assessment, at the unrepentant savagery gleaming in those molten eyes. Ushijima's gaze locked on your face, his free hand dragging through the slick pooling at the apex of your thighs before he raised it to your lips.

"Open," he rasped out in a voice gone hoarse with lust. You eagerly obeyed, parting your swollen lips just enough to lap up the taste of your own arousal coating his fingers. A shudder wracked through Ushijima's powerful frame as he watched your sinful ministrations, hips twitching involuntarily in search of friction.

"Good girl..." The endearment dripped like honey from his mouth, a stark contrast to the savage gleam of his eyes and the thick cock straining insistently against your hip. "So sweet for me, always eager to please and be used, aren't you?"

His words sent a hot shiver down your spine and made you clench with need. With a low, throaty whimper, you pulled away from his fingers and gazed up at Ushijima with a look of burning supplication. "Please, Toshi...I-I need—"

A soft, startled cry escaped you as his fist closed around the front of your top and ripped it open in a single rough motion. You watched, spellbound, as he did the same to the rest of your garments with little finesse, shredding them like tissue paper and tossing the scraps aside without a second glance before turning his ravenous gaze back to your exposed form.

For a few seconds, he just stared at you in awe, blatant reverence and hunger written across his chiseled features as his fingers worked to remove the rest of his clothing. Then, his entire body covered yours once more, hot flesh pressing you firmly into the sheets as Ushijima captured your mouth in a scorching kiss.

"I need to be inside you, darling," he gasped out between hungry nips and licks, "right now."

Your thighs instinctively parted in open invitation, hips canting towards him in blatant need. Ushijima settled into the cradle of your pelvis and his eyes locked onto the lewd view of his rigid length sliding against your glistening folds.

A guttural, animalistic growl vibrated up from the depths of his chest as he gripped his shaft and slowly dragged the thick head through the slippery mess pooling at your entrance. His other hand tangled in the sheets next to your head, fisting them tightly as his eyes snapped shut and he shuddered above you.

Your nails raked down the tensed muscles of his back as he repeated the motion, teasing your hypersensitive folds with agonizing deliberation. A soft whimper bubbled from your lips at the slow drag of his cockhead against your clit, at the searing heat and girth rubbing tortuously against you.

"Toshi..."

He was poised at your entrance now, tip notched just inside and pulsing enticingly, but still he hesitated. Your hands gripped his hips, silently pleading him to give you what you craved so desperately.

Ushijima's eyes opened, blazing down into yours as he held himself perfectly still. "Tell me again..." he rasped out in a tone laced with an underlying note of dark command. "Tell me exactly how much you need this."

You let out a frustrated moan and squirmed beneath him, trying desperately to press him deeper. "Need it so bad, Toshi, please!" you begged, shamelessly arching into him and spreading yourself wider. "Need you to fuck me and fill me with cum until I can't move—please, Toshi, please—"

His thick length slicked through your drenched folds in one slick glide, sheathing itself to the throbbing root with a single rough snap of his powerful hips. The harsh stretch of being reamed open by his girth made your eyes roll back, mouth dropping open on a broken keen of sheer bliss.

"That's it...ahh fuck, missed this gorgeous little cunt so damn much..." Ushijima's harsh rumble was utterly wrecked, all sense of composure or decorum evaporating as he drilled himself home over and over in a ruthless cadence.

You could only cling to his heaving shoulders, completely unraveled beneath his ferocious onslaught and utterly drunk on the searing stretch and delicious ache of being so thoroughly taken once more. It had been a week since you'd been stuffed full, and your body hadn't quite adjusted to his sheer size after the long absence.

The friction was mind-blowing, the way his girth speared you so full and deep, forcing your walls to accommodate his unyielding length with every powerful stroke. It was all you could do to breathe and hold onto Ushijima's broad shoulders, body trembling as he hammered you into the mattress with ruthless intent.

His dark eyes roved hungrily across the way your breasts jiggled from the force of his thrusts, the way his cock disappeared so completely inside you, the lewd mess he was making of your cunt. Your name slipped past his lips, a guttural curse, a plea, a prayer as he pounded into you, his gaze flicking back and forth between where your bodies were joined and the unabashed pleasure etched across your flushed features.

"Look at that...you can see where I'm splitting you wide open..." he grunted out in a strained tone, his free hand dragging roughly down the length of your torso to press against the bulge that appeared in your belly with every punishing thrust.The other braced his weight against the headboard, fingers clenching the wooden slats with bruising force.

Your mind went blank as he increased his pace, the lewd sound of your sloppy, dripping core echoing throughout the room and driving you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the telltale tension coiling tighter and tighter in your belly, a familiar pressure mounting in response to the delicious stretch and friction of Ushijima's relentless rhythm.

"Ahhh, god, Toshi—I-I'm close—" you babbled, feeling the coil wind ever tighter, teetering precariously on the brink of release. "I'm gonna cum, please, harder, fuck—I need—"

The rest of your desperate plea was swallowed in a low moan as Ushijima leaned back on his knees, hauling your legs up and over his shoulders and folding you in half. You felt the change immediately, his cockhead now slamming ruthlessly into your deepest, most sensitive spots.

A choked sob spilled from your lips as you clung to his shoulders, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so thoroughly stretched and filled. You'd lost all sense of time or control, reduced to a quivering, sloppy mess as your husband's thick length pistoned into your overstimulated pussy.

The angle was even deeper than before, his powerful hips snapping with a vicious, rapid-fire intensity that stole the breath from your lungs. He was hitting the perfect spot with every brutal thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every drive of his hips, the lewd, wet sounds of your dripping core filling the air and mingling with his ragged grunts.

"Cum for me," he growled, eyes locked on your face as his tempo grew even more brutal. "Be a good girl and cum on this cock, just like you promised..."

As if your body was obeying his command rather than your own, a white-hot, overwhelming pleasure crashed over you. You arched and shook as wave after wave of blinding euphoria rolled through your veins. Ushijima continued pumping into you, riding out the aftershocks and prolonging your release as you cried out and trembled beneath him.

He groaned deep in his chest as your walls clenched and rippled around him, his own orgasm rapidly building with each passing second. "Fuck, I can feel you milking me," he bit out harshly, hands gripping the meat of your ass and angling you higher to better suit his frenzied pace. "So fucking tight and greedy, my darling wife..."

Ushijima's thrusts were growing more erratic, the rhythm of his hips stuttering as his cock swelled even thicker and longer. You moaned softly, feeling his girth stretch you almost impossibly wider. Your fingers tangled in the sheets, body quaking and oversensitive but still wanting more.

"F-fill me, Toshi," you begged breathlessly, gazing up at him with a look of sheer supplication. "Need to feel you cum deep inside, please..."

With a sharp groan, Ushijima's eyes slammed shut and his entire body tensed as the first thick spurt of his seed pumped into you. You shivered, moaning at the feeling of his hot, sticky release coating your insides. He was still cumming, his throbbing cock pulsing with each successive pump of his release.

Your walls fluttered around him, milking him dry and prolonging the mind-blowing pleasure as he continued to fuck you through it. Ushijima's eyes remained clenched shut, features twisted in a look of pure rapture as he pumped you full.

After several more thrusts, he finally came to a stop, breathing heavily. A satisfied smile stretched across his face as his eyes opened and fixed on your fucked-out expression. He slowly pulled out, a mixture of his cum and yours leaking from your well-used hole and dripping down your thighs.

"Mmm, look at the mess you made..." he murmured, fingers trailing down to gather some of the slick and smearing it over the reddened, swollen lips of your pussy. "Maybe I should make it even dirtier and stuff it all back inside, hm?"

Ushijima didn't wait for a reply before his thumb dragged through the sloppy, frothy mix and pushed the mess back into your twitching cunt. A small sound slipped past your lips as you felt him work his thick load deeper inside, fingers lazily pumping the rest of his cum into your dripping pussy.

He was already hardening again, his shaft throbbing where it lay thick and heavy against his thigh. You moaned softly at the sight, hips grinding involuntarily as your spent cunt clenched around his fingers.

"What should we do for round two, hmm?" Ushijima's dark gaze burned into yours, voice gone rough with desire once more. "I have several ideas in mind, but I think I'd love to see you ride me...show me what a good girl you are and take what you need, just like you promised."

Your cunt gave another helpless spasm, arousal flooding anew through your veins. It was going to be a very long night, indeed.

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