"careful Old Man," (condescending) "don't Break A Hip" (desperate To Fuck The Dilf Within An Inch Of

"careful old man," (condescending) "don't break a hip" (desperate to fuck the dilf within an inch of his life)

warmings: dub con, nsfw🔞 (yuji is aged up to 20) this is a long one~

“please teach me how to eat pussy!” yuji exclaims, face down, forehead pressed against the floor and kneeling down in front of you as if he’s afraid the question would make you hit him.

you stare at your best friend with his hands pressed together above his head as if he’s praying to a god, that being you.

“uh- yuji, get up.” you chuckle awkwardly, masking annoyance as you gaze around at the many people surrounding the area.

he hesitantly looks up at you and slowly stands with his head down as if he’s an animal trying to make himself small to show submission.

you shake your head at him and sigh. “can you just finish your food so we can go, you idiot?” you gesture at his plate before rubbing a hand down your face. why yuji decided now was the perfect moment to spring such an idea on you? you have no fucking idea. you really should be used to this kind of thing with him

once you guys finally get back to his house, yuji’s natural constant chatter is just as it always is so you figure he was just joking with you earlier. a terrible joke, but still.

and as you sit on the carpeted floor of his room, in front of him with crossed legs, he bows down at you once again.

“please! teach me how to eat pu-”

“-yuji. i heard you earlier.” you interrupt him quickly as you blink down at the back of his head. “get up, why are you on the floor??”

“oh, right.” he nods to himself before sitting up and crossing his legs to match your position sitting before you.

“so you said the next human earth worm movie is out?” you inquire.

he perks up. “yeah! it’s the third one- wait! you didn’t answer me!” he shouts at you accusingly.

your brows furrow a bit at his persistence. “yeah i get it, yuji. ha-ha. very funny.”

his head tilts with utter curiosity and confusion, resembling a golden retriever.

“huh?? i’m not kidding around, y/n. take me seriously!” he whines, stubbornly like a child.

“you’re being serious? are you out of your mind?” you whisper shout back at him, cheeks rapidly heating up and eyes widening as you realize the situation isn’t just a bad joke

“please? you’re the only girl that would teach me!” he whines at you, hand gripping your knee and squeezing it like a child begging for a cookie

“what!? no i- why would you think that i’d-” you stutter, flustered and eyes flickering down at his hand on your knee. yuji’s always been touchy but in this particular situation, it feels terribly wrong

“-because you’re my best friend.” he pouts down at you, attempting to pull on your heart strings

you and yuji had been ‘best friends’ since forever really. you can’t remember him ever not being around and talking your ear off, spinning you around on his back, protecting you from school bullies (his older brother), always pulling a smile from your tear stained face, and really just always being there for you.

your parents and his grandfather have worked together since before you were born and so when they’d work, you and yuji would play. that turned into never leaving eachothers side, to the point that your parents moved you to join his school. all of your teachers even allowed you to sit together in every class because you would both cry and whine if not.

playing as kids turned into hanging out on your own time as young adults and before you knew it, you both got used to each others constant presence that it’s just natural to be together now, not ever going more than a day apart. yes, yuji can be obnoxious but being an only child to busy parents got lonely. his idiocy became welcomed pretty quickly. your friendship only grew when his grandfather passed and sukuna had taken the role of his guardian even though he’s only five years older.

yuji’s never had a filter, much less the ability to read social cues. it’s not completely shocking for him to bring up sexual topics with you but never like this. you can recall when you were ten and he told you that he ‘jerked off’ for the first time and that you just had to try it because it ‘changed his life!’ and then pointed at the space between your legs to explain what he meant. it’s always been shocking to you how easily he’d speak about such topics with a girl. now as an adult, you’re used to not taking him too seriously. but for him to flat out request for you to teach him such a thing, it’s mind boggling.

“best friends don’t do that. just read about it online, i’m sure there’s a lot of information out there.” you dismiss, taking deep breaths in attempt to rid your face of the visible embarrassment all over it.

“no. there’s so many conflicting opinions, y/n!” he complains to you, whiny and stubborn.

you push at his hand gripping your knee and he doesn’t even budge, seemingly not noticing your attempt at getting him to unhand you. “i- i can’t explain it any better than they can, i’ve never even had that done to me before-” you mutter the last part with utter embarrassment, head cocked to the side and avoiding eye contact.

“that’s fine! we can learn together!” he exclaims as if he’s just so intelligent for thinking of that idea.

your eyes snap up at him as your ears and neck join your cheeks in the oven. “w-what? you want to actually do it to me??”

you assumed he meant that he wanted you to explain to him what to do, which is already absurd, but he’s implying that he wants to actually eat you out.

“well, yeah! can i?” he smiles brightly and nods at you.

you gawk at him, your hand, which was trying to pry his off your knee, freezes along with the rest of you, unintentionally squeezing his in shock.

“please?” he urges.

“yuji- i- why do you even want to know how to do that?” you question with utter disbelief.

he hums in thought, “i wanna be good at it! sukuna says its important.”

you rub your hands down your face in attempt to process the situation. “then he can tell you how to do it, l-leave me out of it.”

“he told me to ask you.” he explains, inching closer to you so that your knees are now making contact.

you gulp as you gaze at your knees touching and then at his large hand that glided up your knee and onto your thigh. you aren’t even sure he realizes his hand on you, it’s so natural for him to be touching you in someway. it’s how he shows affection, you’ve always been okay with it. that was, before he asked to eat you out.

“n-no.” you mutter at him with defensive intent, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, strategically covering the area between your thighs. the idea of actually letting yuji do such a thing has only crossed your mind when you’re all alone and the most you’ve ever thought about was kissing him! but even then, you’ve thought about your highschool teacher in that way as well. it’s never serious! and it’s never supposed to be something that’s spoken about. everyone has those thoughts!

not to mention, your mind is racing. what color panties did you put on today? did you shower this morning or was that last night? why does that even matter??

yuji visibly deflates, eyes sinking to gaze down at your fiddling fingers and his hand falling off of your thigh.

“okay, i get it.” and he doesn’t say it in a bitter way, he sounds a bit.. sad?

your fingers stutter in their movement as your mouth opens and closes, trying to think of the right thing to say.

“you get what?” you ask, awkwardly but gently.

“it’d be weird if i did it.” he assumes your thoughts with a shrug.

“uh- well, yeah. kinda.” you mumble back at him.

“would you let sukuna eat you out?” he suddenly questions, curiously.

your eyes widen once again and snap up at him. “h-huh!? no!”

sukuna has always bullied you and yuji and while yuji’s not affected by it in the slightest, you’ve always been sensitive to it. you could never imagine sukuna doing something like that to you, much less allow yourself to be so vulnerable as to open your legs to him.

yuji hums and looks at you curiously which only makes you word vomit in fear of him perceiving your fluster as an indication that you’re lying.

“i’d never let him do that! i’d let you do it before he ever could.” you shake your head with a grimace, eyes locked on your fingers and not even aware of what you just admitted.

a beat of silence is all you need to realize it. and immediately you slap your hands over your face in utter terror. “oh- my god. that’s not what i meant-”

and yuji’s gentle fingers pulling your hands away from your face are what stops you from talking, eyes timidly peeking up at him.

“do you think it feels good?” he suddenly questions out of the blue, tone much more serious than before which causes you to gulp. his fingers sloppily hold onto yours in your lap, never having let go of them when he took them away from your face.

your breathing deepens as tension fills the space between the two of you. “do i think w-what feels good?” you timidly question back, voice soft and almost afraid to speak too loudly.

yuji’s eyes don’t leave yours and he leaves a gentle beat of silence before he speaks, unlike his usual quick chatter. it’s as if he’s allowing a moment of silence for you to sweat.

“a tongue on your pussy. i assume it feels good but obviously i wouldn’t know.” yuji explains without an ounce of hesitancy.

your eyes don’t even flicker down at your skewed combined fingers in your lap, that being the last thing on your mind as you stare into his unrelenting light brown eyes.

you shrug slightly, shoulders twitching mid shrug in bashfulness. the blush on your face has become permanent at this point and yuji can feel the slight shake in your hand.

“have you thought about it before? what that’d feel like?” he asks, calmly but his ears dust red.

“um- i mean- i guess, yeah. everyone has.” you stutter, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you await his next words.

“what would it feel like?” he questions but it sounds more like he’s putting a topic of discussion up in the air, like one of the lectures you get in class. “wet, probably. warm? i don’t know, you’d probably be really hot down there already. a bit rough maybe because of the contrast of how soft your pussy is.”

your lips part, releasing slow, shallow breaths between thick gulps as you blink up at him, your eyebrows twitching ever so slightly. the way he speaks seems to urge your mind to imagine it—to see it, to feel it. and you almost believe you can, as every word feels like it flows into your bloodstream, rushing down to pool in the folds and curves of your most intimate place.

and that’s when you feel the soft pads of his fingers rubbing softly against the backs of yours, you’re not even sure when he started doing that.

“it sounds like you’ve thought about it a lot.” you mutter, softly and so quiet that he can just barely hear you.

his usually wide, doe eyes are now droopy and soft as he gazes down at you. “and you’re saying you don’t want to know how it actually feels?”

“i didn’t say that, i’m human of c-course i do.” you blink at him, brows twitching down as you consider what he means by that. “but you’re my best friend, yuji. it’s- weird.”

“why does it matter who’s tongue it is?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“your best friend can show you how it feels.” his voice deep as he lifts your fingertips toward his face. But before they reach his lips, you gently pull them back, hesitating, softly saying his name in warning. He pauses briefly, unmoving, waiting for you to actually rip your hand away before resuming, guiding your fingers to their intended destination.

You watch your fingers in his grasp, your eyes intent as you gulp in a mix of reluctance and anticipation. He observes you closely, his gaze steady as he slowly extends his tongue, languidly dragging it up the tips of your fingers. he doesn’t miss your soft gasp when his tongue slides against you.

He's right-it's wet, warm, and just a bit rough. It feels as if your fingers are directly linked to your pussy because you could swear you can feel the glide of his tongue against your now throbbing clit and slick folds.

“don’t you trust me?” he inquires before letting your hands rest in your lap once again, not letting go of them for one second.

“of course i do,” you mumble back at him, shyly.

“you know i wouldn’t hurt you.” he smiles, squeezing your fingers briefly.

you nod, tentatively.

“it would feel so good.” he teases you as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, head tilted to look into your eyes at your level. “my warm tongue sliding against your cunt.”

the lewd words shock you but more so, they work to arouse you. you feel as if you’re a piece of meat being seasoned for later.

you nod, gently, agreeing that it would likely feel pleasing and his smile grows with your small admittance.

“just let me kiss it.” his tone returns to the previous begging one as you stutter, mouth agape. “over your clothes! then you can decide!”

“you want to.. kiss.. it?” you repeat his words, more to process them than anything.

he hums excitedly with a nod. “i can show you!” and he quickly sits up to crawl over you, forcing you to lean against your palms with wide eyes looking up at his closed ones.

You gasp and blink rapidly as his lips meet yours, delivering a series of pecks and gentle kisses.

he hums into your lips, pushing a particularly long, pressurized kiss to them before separating from them with a smile. you were too shocked to actually return his kisses even if you wanted to.

you’re frozen as he sits back in his previous criss crossed position as if he hadn’t just taken your first kiss with the excuse of demonstrating how he’ll kiss your lower lips.

finally snapping out of your haze when he calls your name, you exhale sharply before touching the tips of your fingers to your flushed lips.

“y-you kissed me!” you exclaim with panic, shock, and utter fluster.

“yeah! that’s what i’ll do to your pussy- over your clothes of course.” he nods quick with a huge smile and thumbs up.

you stare at him as if he’s an exotic animal in a zoo for a bit before shaking your head harshly in attempt to snap yourself out of it. any idea of not crossing that dangerous line with yuji has left the station, he’ll forever be your first kiss and you, his. you’ll forever know the soft pressure of his lips on yours.

once you’re over the initial shock of the kisses, you allow your mind to wonder how that pressure and warmth would feel against your needy areas like he demonstrated.

“over my clothes?” you ask timidly, wavering on the edge of being convinced.

his eyes light up and he nods ferociously.

you take a deep breath and glance at his bedroom door with a gulp.

“don’t worry about him, sukuna is in his room. he can’t hear anything in there.” yuji dismisses your thoughts, seemingly reading your mind. sukuna’s music buzzes softly through the walls because of how loud it’s playing in his room and you know he’s right. you blush even harder at the assumption that you’d be making noise that could possibly be heard.

and really, when you think about it, you were fucked the second he asked you that initial request to teach him, no matter how stubborn you came off as. what twenty year old virgin can really resist their best childhood friend begging to eat them out?

“o-okay.” and the moment you utter the word, yuji’s smile immediately grows and he takes the opportunity to gently urge you down to lie against the floor. “b-but! we- we can’t talk about this happening ever again. what happens in this room, stays here.”

yuji waves you off, basically drooling like a dog as he nudges you down.

“im serious, yuji! this never happened.” you insist as the ceiling comes into view.

your heart rate sky rockets when you feel him maneuvering your legs to rest on his shoulders.

“okay, whatever you say!” yuji agrees and you’re not completely sure he can even hear you but honestly thats a problem for the future you who’s not horny enough to let their best friend use their tongue on them.

you sit up on your elbows to supervise what he’s doing with quickened breath and shaky hands.

he’s lying on his stomach, holding your thighs gently in place as he observes the covered area of your pussy.

he takes a long, deep sniff of the area and you gasp in surprise. “don’t do that!” you basically whine, not because it makes you insecure, but because you can physically feel arousal leak out of you to add to the wetness already soaking through your panties. he wants to smell you, taste you.

“so addictive, wow.” he mutters to himself, amazed at how just one whiff of your pheromones makes his jaw clench, forcing him to battle every instinct to tear your clothes off and truly discover your taste pallet.

and before you can even say anything, his lips are on your sweatpants, starting with an experimental peck you can hardly feel and then another one with more force right below your clit, pulling a gasp from you.

his eyes snap up at you excitedly at the sound he was rewarded with, his figurative tail wagging. “right there? i can’t really tell where everything is with these on.” he gestures towards your sweatpants and you gulp. he seems completely content and even ecstatic to be doing this at all, over thick pants or not.

“that’s my- uh- right under my c-clit.” you stutter, embarrassment bursting at the seams just uttering the lewd word to your friend.

“oh, clit is good right?” he asks curiously.

you nod slowly with a gulp. “that’s where it feels the best. kind of like- your tip i guess.” you clear your throat awkwardly, briefly divert your gaze, and then quickly return your eyes to his face, eager to watch his next move.

“ahh, i see!” he smiles, excited that he understands your anatomy to an extent. “so here?”

he presses a hard kiss to where he thinks your clit is but he’s still off, lips pressing into the area above your clit now. nonetheless, that area is still sensitive, pulling a breathy whimper from you. he’s unintentionally teasing you and your patience is slowly breaking with every kiss

you curse under your breath as eyes clench in conflict, briefly.

“what’s wrong?”yuji asks, worriedly before you shake your head at him.

“nothing, it’s just- it’ll be easier if i take these off,” you gesture towards the thick sweatpants, “you know, to teach you better.” you explain, quickly.

“right, right, to teach me!” yuji nods eagerly, helping you to pull them off by yanking them down your legs and barely getting them off of your feet. they pool around your left calf, showing how impatient the two of you virgins are.

only when he returns to position, arms wrapped tightly around your thighs and his face inches away from your thinly covered pussy, do you start to feel self-conscious. the frantic, desperate speed with which you both tore away the barrier between your panty clad pussy and his mouth is almost comical compared to how much the pace slows when he returns to his position.

he blinks at your nearly transparent, soaked cotton panties, observing how the wet fabric clings to the curve of your throbbing nub and exposes the shape of your lips, leading to what he assumes is your entrance.

“it’s really wet? is that okay? did i do something wrong or is this normal or?” yuji questions, curiously and a bit worried as he watches your nub twitch.

“sh-shut up,” you mutter at him, lying back to cover your face in shame. you assume he’s teasing you for being this wet already and all because of your obnoxious best friend.

“c’mon! you said you’d teach me,” he whines, dragging out your name obnoxiously.

you groan and reposition to prop up on your elbows once again to look down at him.

“fine just- don’t- laugh.” you threaten him with briefly squinted eyes.

he hums in impatient agreement, he’s barely able to take his eyes off of your pussy to look you in the eyes.

you take a deep breath. “i’m wet because i’m aroused.” you admit timidly and clearly embarrassed considering the way you mumble the word ‘aroused’

his eyes now have no problem leaving your sweet spot to look into your eyes with wonder. “i- i’m arousing you?”

you close your eyes briefly in embarrassment before opening them and nodding softly with gently knitted brows. “kinda.”

it takes everything within you not to facepalm. ‘kinda’? you’re soaked through your underwear and still leaking. ‘kinda’ is laughable.

a smile graces his lips in pride before returning his attention to your lower lips. “clit?” he voices before pressing a sweet kiss to your throbbing nub. the pressure of his soft lips is much more vivid now that your thick bottoms are out of the way.

“f-fuck” you grit out in a tone yuji’s never heard from you as your hips jolt up to subconsciously chase the feeling of his lips.

“yeah?” he asks, obviously happy with his affect on you.

you nod, helplessly as a darker wet spot rapidly forms where your entrance starts.

once he gets confirmation of where to focus on, he closes his eyes and begins to gently kiss your clit with no talking breaks between. each touch of his lips causes a whimper or gasp as you cling to the carpet. he firmly holds your thighs in place as you twitch and shiver with heightened sensitivity

“does that feel good?” he asks, hopeful.

you hum but it comes out as a moan, “you’re doing good.”

he seems to love your praise because he nibbles on the fat of your inner thigh in appreciation before continuing to kiss your pretty clit.

after only a few moments of gentle stimulation, he starts to lay open- mouthed kisses on you. the first time his tongue brushes against your clit is the first time you let out a real, loud, desperate moan.

yuji just can’t help but groan, the taste of your sweet liquid mixed with the sound of your beautiful noises is just too much. the vibration of his groan shoots through your nerves and your back arches with a gasp.

“w-woah, that’s wow.” you babble, unintelligibly.

yuji is delighted that you didn't mind him using his tongue; after all, it's part of kissing, right? its not as if he’s going against his promise to simply kiss you over your clothes. you even seemed to enjoy it. he knew you would.

with that, yuji sets aside his gentle kisses and moves directly to playful licks and curious strokes of his tongue against you. immediately, to his happy surprise, you release your grip on the carpet and instead clutch his pink hair tightly as you whine. your panties may as well not even be there, practically drenched from your arousal and his wet tongue, it clings to your pulsing labia. he can almost feel the contours of your folds against his tongue.

“‘s good?” yuji mumbles between licks, glancing up at your adorable flushed face that conveys so obviously that you’re feeling good.

“mhm! yes.” you mutter back at him, desperate to make him keep going

it’s laughable that your panties are the barrier you need to feel better about this, as if the thin fabric even matters when you’re this wet. at this point, he’s eating you out. panties or not, if someone were to walk in right now, they’d see yuji’s face shoved between your legs as you twitch and jolt in utter pleasure, pornographic sounds coming from your mouth and squelching pussy that you, nor yuji has ever heard come from you before.

he realizes pretty quickly that you favor when he lays his tongue flat and licks your nub from side to side, your sweet sounds get louder and you grip his hair so much harder. so he focuses on that, making sure to use that as his main attack. his mindset is the same as when he’s playing one of his video games

“y-you’re a liar!” you shout at him between gasps and guttural hums.

yuji whines into your pussy, unwilling to pull away to even ask what you mean.

“this is not- ngh!- not your first time!” you pull his hair harshly, desperate to feel his tongue deeper, closer, anything you can get.

your unintentional praise makes him whimper against you. the feeling of his fingers yanking on the straps of your white cotton underwear pulls you out of your deep trance of euphoria, allowing you to push on his forehead with a groan. his lower face glistens with your slick and he looks at you with a deep pout as you push him away from your sweetness, worried that he’s done something wrong.

“y-you didn’t cum, right? i’m not done, why are you pushing me-”

you shake your head with a whimper, “you’re pulling on my panties.” you gesture down at his hands gripping your straps.

he tilts his head with confusion. “so? i can’t take them off?”

you blink down at him and swallow hard.

“that’s- you said over my clothes.” you huff out, clearly out of breath and not completely unaware of the ridiculousness of your refusal.

it doesn’t take much to persuade you— a single kiss to your clit is all it takes before you’re both clumsily tugging your panties down your legs, hands colliding in your haste.

“off, fucking off.” yuji mutters, almost angrily at your clothing when they apparently don’t come off as quickly as he’d prefer.

“it doesn’t matter if you do it directly, right? i mean that doesn’t mean you’re actually eating me out—we’re just showing eachother how it feels. i’m sure a lot of friends do this.” you mutter through heavy breaths as you wrestle your panties down with him.

“right, yeah. whatever.” yuji dismisses, uncaring of whatever explanation you need to tell yourself to allow this

your breath comes out in heavy, desperate gasps, mingling with yuji’s as he takes control, swiftly yanking off your sweatpants and underwear, tossing them somewhere in his room to be quickly forgotten.

yuji immediately pushes your thighs apart with prying eyes, taking in the sight of your bare, slick cunt.

you whine as you attempt to close your legs when he stares for too long but it’s no use, yuji’s strength is terrifying. even the arousal isn’t enough to ignore the embarrassment of being observed so closely in such an intimate area. it doesn’t help that it’s your best friend doing the observing.

the noise that comes from yuji is primal, a deep throaty groan that only turns into a desperate ‘fuck’ when your chasm clenches around nothing in response to his groan.

“h-hurry, please yuji” you plead, whiny and clearly desperate but he fucking loves it.

he exhales deeply, licking his lips before absolutely ravishing you, his wet muscle abusing the poor nub you told him to focus on.

but direct contact is aggressive, so you squeal in sensitivity and push on his face once again until he’s whining and asking what’s wrong.

“too much! s’ too much.” you mumble in broken words, breathing deeply in relief that the stimulus has halted.

“i’m doing it wrong?” he asks, innocently.

“no yu’, my clit is just- sensitive, you’re going to fast.” you coo at him, instinctively rubbing the top of his head affectionately.

“slower?” he hums, curiously and you nod breathlessly.

he follows your direction, using his tongue to toy with your sensitive clit as slowly as he can.

and fuck he’s glad he listened to you because you start grinding your pussy against his tongue desperately, chanting his name like a prayer.

“that’s so- fucking good. you’re so good, yuji. you were r-right. it’s wet and and warm. a little -ngh- rough but it’s perfect. perfect.” you babble incoherently as he languidly kitten licks your little nub

yuji whimpers into you happily, rutting his aching cock into the ground as to chase any kind of friction he can

“you’re so yummy, so tasty. it’s sweet but not like candy, like nothing i’ve ever had before.” he mumbles against you, using his tongue between every few words.

his words seem to only add to your pleasure tenfold because you can feel a pressure building in your abdomen, similar to an orgasm you’ve experienced all alone but not nearly this intense.

you gasp loudly, “i’m- fuck, yuji you’re making me- i’m cumming”

yuji enthusiastically starts picking up his pace, flicking his tongue against your clit harshly and shaking his head side to side as he glides his tongue over you.

you squeak and push at his head. “no, yuji, wait-”

and he sadly unlatches from your pretty pussy and looks up at you, your fluid dripping down his chin. “i’m sorry, what’d i do?”

“you went too fast again, it’s okay it still feels good. it’s just not what was making me cum. when i say close to cumming, just continue what you’re doing. okay?” you teach him, embarrassment not even in the room anymore and instead replaced with shameless euphoria.

he nods shyly, “sorry, i just get so excited when you say you’re gonna cum”

“dont apologize. do you know how good you’re making me feel yuji? ive never felt so good. ever. even alone.” you admit and that seems to cheer him up, enticing him to lay his tongue flat against your nub

your eyes roll back, hissing slowly in pleasure as he ever so slowly licks you up and down, using the soft bottom of his tongue and the more rough top to stimulate you beautifully.

“yeah, that’s- mhm- keep doing that.” you coo at him, petting his hair and every now and then pulling at it

“cum, please, i wanna taste it.” yuji begs as he makes out with your cunt, not only focusing on your clit but your folds too which only allows for that feeling to begin to build once again.

“there! yuji! keep doing that. i’m so close.” you whine at him, eyes clenching shut and mouth dropping open.

your toes curl and you’re finally pushed over the edge, your vision tips white and it feels like your orgasm lasts minutes. and yuji’s such a good friend, helping you ride it out by continuing to caress your little bundle of nerves gently just like he now knows you like.

and as your body twitches harshly in after shock, yuji begins to make out with your clit like he loves it, as if he’s grateful to it for allowing him to stimulate it to release, rotating between using his tongue and his lips. you hiss and babble his name loudly in overstimulation.

“yuji, i came. no more— please!” you beg helplessly as you push against his forehead.

“again.” he muffles into your clit, only causing a sharp edge of stimulus to your nerves that makes you jolt.

“no! off off-” you command, sharply as you push against his face with both hands.

he whines the whole way but he does allow you to push him off.

“girls can cum more than once at a time! i read it— let me?”

“do you- actually like doing this that much?” you ask in disbelief, to your knowledge, most men think of this as a chore. some even refusing to do it. but yuji’s treating you like his favorite meal.

he nods furiously. “you taste so good, and you’re so soft and warm. i love when you twitch against my tongue, and jesus your noises are my favorite. i wanna keep going, please. one more?”

you whine and shake your head but yuji’s already back to work, experimentally slithering his tongue around your folds until he finds your entrance and then he shoves it deep into you. it’s obvious he’s inexperienced and just in love with your cunt, in too much of a haze to have seen your head shake with refusal.

you gasp loudly in equal parts pain and pleasure as you grip his hair with both hands. “no more! i’m so sensitive.” you plead him, an overstimulated tear falling from your eye as he explores your pulsing walls.

it seems as though he can’t even hear you until you shout that it hurts, then it’s as if a flip went off, immediately pulling his tongue out of your pussy and sitting up to check you.

you sigh shakily in relief as he crawls over you to caress your cheek. “i hurt you? are you okay? i’m so sorry. fuck.”

you shake your head weakly and gently nuzzle against his palm in relaxation. “it’s okay, it was just a lot at the end. but it- that felt really good before, you did really good,” you breathe out.

he smiles happily at you and licks his lips, trying to lick up the surrounding area of his lips as well to collect all of your slick in the same silly way you’ve seen when there was leftover food on his face.

he quickly yanks his sweatpants down, leaving him in his boxers and helps you into them to cover you, assuming you’re likely uncomfortable having your lower body uncovered on his bedroom floor.

he gently plops down to lie beside you in the way you always do but this time it’s completely different. the act of what just happened hangs in the now humid air.

the large tent in his boxers is impossible to ignore. “uh- you’re um- you’re hard.”

yuji blushes a bit and waves you off. “don’t worry about it, it’ll go away eventually— once i forget your taste i assume.”

you nod briefly and blush harshly.

“so how come i read girls can cum more than once but you couldn’t?” he wonders with curiosity.

you hum and clear your throat, “well, that was my first time being- uh- eaten out so i guess im just not used to the feeling yet?”

he hums with intrigue. “will you get used to it?”

a beat of silence ensues as you blink at the ceiling. “that’s um.. i don’t know. depends if i keep having orgasms like that, i guess?”

“i see.” he hums. you swear you can hear the wheels in his head turning.

“you’re really pretty down there.” yuji compliments you casually causing your cheeks to stay hot, momentarily throne off balance by his ambush of a comment.

“o-oh, thank you.” you gulp, thanking him nervously as you press your thighs together.

“i didn’t know they could look like that. kind of like a flower with petals. tasty petals with nectar on them.” he speaks his thoughts out loud with ease.

you should have assumed he’d act this way, this is who yuji is. and you’re his best friend, he wants to share all of his thoughts with you, even when it’s about your pussy that he had his tongue on and in just moments ago.

“a lot of guys say they don’t like giving head.” you snicker at him.

he gasps. “really? no that can’t be true.”

you shake your head and chuckle at him a bit.

then, it’s silent as you listen to the buzz of sukuna’s music still thankfully playing from his room.

“what- um- time is it?” you inquire with a clearing of your throat.

yuji immediately responds, but his voice cracks, only adding to the already awkward vibe. “think it’s been like twenty minutes.”

you gulp. “oh.”

“are we supposed to like, do something right now?” yuji voices, both of you too afraid to even look at one another.

“um like what?”

yuji shrugs to himself and gently but awkwardly slides an arm under your back and pulls you to lie on your side with your head against his chest. “like— this?”

you blink rapidly and freeze. “c-cuddle?”

he chuckles nervously and gently caresses your shoulder with the arm wrapped around you. “i guess, aftercare or something?”

you snort. “i think that’s reserved for couples, yuji.”

“oh. right, my bad.” he chuckles once again and pats your shoulder so awkwardly that you sit up with haste.

“i- uh- should go.” you mutter, eyes already searching the floor for your own sweatpants and panties.

he immediately sits up. “no! you were gonna sleep over. stay.”

you gulp and peek at him beside you. “okay, but we both need to shower.” the idea that your fluids are all over his face still is haunting you, not to mention the wet mark on the collar of his shirt.

yuji nods and laughs awkwardly. “you hungry?”

and right on cue, your stomach growls angrily.

and as you eat your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, sitting on the counter as yuji leans against the opposite one, sukuna waltzes in and takes a water from the fridge.

he eyes the two of you as he gulps down his water, noticing the unusual silence between the two of you and the way you look guilty, as if you’ve done something bad.

sukuna snickers loudly. “actually gave in to the little runt, huh? cant say i didnt see that one coming.”

and your face burns up, remembering the fact that yuji told you sukuna was the one who told him to ask you to teach him in the first place.

yuji simply continues to eat his sandwich, unphased and just happy to be eating.

“shut up, sukuna.” you grumble, too familiar with his teasing.

“aww come on~ i’m not judging. no virgin can resist the temptation of head.” he smirks at you, leaning against the fridge.

you immediately grip your sandwich tighter than before as you avoid eye contact. he’s completely right, that’s exactly what happened.

yuji smiles to himself as he eats, blissfully repeating your words of praise over and over in his head. he’s barely even hearing your conversation with his older brother and not because he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, because he does. he just doesn’t care if sukuna teases you. you came on his tongue, that’s all that really matters.

“didn’t think you had it in you, kid.” sukuna praises the naive boy with a harsh punch to the shoulder. “what’d she taste like?”

you gasp and shove your face deep into your hands, thighs pressing together harshly in attempt to hide as much as possible.

“like savory candy! sweet but not sweet?i can’t pin point it exactly yet.” yuji explains unhurried and casually before taking a bite out of his sandwich.

sukuna laughs in his naturally creepy way before eyeing you up and down, smirking when he catches the sight of yuji’s sweatpants on you.

“you’re such a creep.” you mutter, arms crossing over your body, protectively.

sukuna ignores you, leaning over yuji as he wraps an arm around his shoulders. “what’s she look like under there? she shave?”

your eyes widen and you throw your sandwich at him in irritation but he easily ducks without even looking at you as he awaits yuji’s answer.

“now that i think about it, yeah she does.” yuji shrugs, brows furrowing in confusion when you send him a death glare.

sukuna laughs at you, “so cute. i bet she’s nice and wet in those sweatpants now too.”

you groan, irritated and rub a hand down your face in frustration.

sukuna walks up to you and leans into your ear, “little idiot make you cum, sweet girl? you teach him how?”

you shiver with wide eyes and a gulp before composing yourself and shoving him away with a roll to your eyes.

“hey— of course i did!” yuji exclaims, proudly and you simply sigh at yuji’s ignorance.

“you kids have fun,” sukuna chuckles and walks out nonchalantly and you don’t miss the fact that his music is turned off for the rest of the night.

———————

part 2 sukuna? 🫣

MMMGHHH I LOVE BIG BROTHERS 🤭

check out mine and @comradeghosty ’s collab where they wrote a short story about these sillies!

i think your love would be too much ; satoru gojo

summary; satoru knows that you’re worried about something. he just doesn’t know what.

word count; 4.1k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, sickening amounts of fluff, (that’s literally all. that’s it. thank you for your time), you’re both down horrendous, the ”something” reader is worried about is very very silly <333, mostly satoru’s pov!!

a/n; i love this man so fucking much my chest hurts so i dug up the sappiest wip i could find in my drafts <333 you can tell i completely lost the plot halfway through but just pretend that i didn’t ok. i dedicate this to gojo nation :3

satoru feels your stare prickle at the back of his neck.

he’s rummaging through the fridge, one hand on his hip, grabbing two cans of iced tea from the bottom compartment. peach for him, lime for you. his infinity is down, the pads of his fingers meeting chilled aluminum, condensation licking at his skin.

but the goosebumps that sensation causes is nothing compared to the ones he gets from this — your stare digging into the back of his head, your attention aimed directly at him. when he turns around, closing the fridge with a bump of his hipbone, you freeze. like a deer caught in headlights. 

satoru grins.

”you checkin’ me out?”

”no,” you blurt. his smile only grows.

”aw…” he waltzes across the room, from the kitchen island to the living room, fuzzy socks against the floorboards. ”what’s up, then? something on your mind?”

with a clink, he puts the cans of tea down on the coffee table. you murmur out a breath of thanks, but make no move to reach for either of them.

now that he’s close enough to see you properly — he thinks to himself that you do look a little ill at ease. something in the crease between your brows, shying away from the eye contact he wants. something in the way your voice comes out somewhat strained.

”it’s nothing… i just —” 

you stop. gaze fleeing from his own, slipping down to your lap. he thinks you look particularly small like this. curled up on his expensive couch, curling in on yourself; gnawing at your bottom lip.

”… i’m being dumb.”

satoru hums. tilting his head, taking you in — wasting no more than a mere moment before taking action. 

you feel him plop down next to you, a shift in the weight bearing down on his couch. comforting. when you glance up, he’s smiling, patient and light. hand sneakily slipping between the cracks of your own, squeezing your palm, running his thumb over the ridges of your knuckle.

”wanna tell me about it?”

from behind the black layer of glass obscuring your frame, satoru watches you intently. watches your expression shift, drinking in the twitch of your brows, how the colour of your eyes flickers in the light. the way your soul sulks and sputters under the weight of his all-seeing gaze. 

you part your lips. slowly, searching for the right words — only to close them again.

you try once more. hesitant. 

all you can manage is a frustrated huff.

”it’s nothing, honestly,” you’re quick to backtrack, wincing inwardly. ”i've just… been thinking. i guess.”

a hum. his smile doesn’t waver. ”about what?”

you avert your gaze. biting your lip, again, turning away from him; resting your chin on the heel of your palm. avoiding his stare like it could turn you to stone. he barely picks up on the words you murmur, flowing out beneath your breath.

”i... can't tell you.”

satoru raises a brow. 

a moment passes. two, three — the silence is telling. you can hear the discontentment in his voice, despite his attempts to mask it.

”why not?”

”i… haah.” you scoot away, just a little more, turning away so he can’t dissect your expression the way he’d like to. ”i just can’t, okay?”

silently, silently, he observes you. the little of you he can see, at the very least; fixating on the side of your face, your cheek, those fluttering eyelashes. as if it could tell him something. you can’t see the way his eyes narrow, behind his shades, black glass shielding you from the weight of his scrutiny.

satoru bites back a huff. 

curiosity and impatience aside, he feels offended. thoroughly so. he doesn't like it when you shut him out, like this, when you don’t allow him to soothe you.

your relationship has been a slow one — steady, a kind of settling in he never thought he’d experience. calm waves lapping along the edges of smooth sand, washing away tiny pebbles and handfuls of sea glass; delicately coming closer. getting him used to the sensation before gently urging him to take a dip. 

that’s the kind of love you share. 

so it stings, a little, when you won’t let him return the favour. it stings in the same way his phantom scars itch on cold nights.

he knows opening up isn't easy. for you, for anyone, least of all for him — but he still finds himself feeling a little bit dejected. because he's supposed to be your safe space. the person you can trust with absolutely anything.

(if he can’t be that, for you, then what the hell is he even good for?)

he can’t help but feel the slightest tug of worry, too. seeing the tight line of your closed lips, that hardness of your expression. the unmistakable stress accumulating in the corners of your eyes.

but he doesn’t voice that worry. he simply gives your hand another squeeze, and smiles a little wider.

”try me.”

a sigh flows from your lips. ”you don't get it, satoru.”

your voice has a bite to it, now, just a little harsh. something akin to a soft hiss — defensiveness, he ultimately settles on. but why?

”it’s —” you muster up a glance his way, the slightest little peek, before turning away again. blurting out the words on the tip of your tongue. ”it’s so fucking embarrassing. you’ll laugh.”

satoru blinks.

”… huh?”

”you’ll laugh, and you'll tease me, and — ” he feels your hand slip from his own, muffling a groan as it covers your face. ”i’ll never live it down.”

you’re hiding, squirming, and satoru’s curiosity increases at an alarming rate. he leans forward, trying to catch a glimpse of your face, but you don’t let him. 

now he’s nothing short of intrigued.

”i won't,” he says, simply. voice as clear as glass. you scoff into your hands.

”you will!”

”i promise you i won't laugh.”

”you always say that.” a sigh falls from your lips, deep and heavy, as your hands finally slip down to your lap. ”but you never mean it. you’ll laugh so much. i know you will.”

you bite down on your lip. he wants to cup your jaw and kiss you, mend the bruising with a swipe of his tongue — but he tactfully decides against it.

”it’s — it's so…” you trail off, fidgeting with your hands, nervously linking your fingers together. gazing down with a pout. ”so stupid.” 

”baby…”  his voice takes on a fond tone, tender and patient. everything he strives to be, when it comes to you; you and you alone. ”c’mon. you can tell me anything.” 

with a sense of delicacy, he takes your hands into his bigger ones. tucking them into his palms, bringing them into his own lap — meeting your meek eyes. 

”right?”

through the blue of his gaze, he watches you falter. watches your eyes soften, crumbling a little, as you silently weigh your options. you look flustered.

then you slowly part your lips.

”you’re gonna think i’m just joking, or whatever, but — but i mean it. i’m…” your throat bobs with a shallow gulp. ”i’m seriously worried.” 

satoru nods. ”i’ll take you seriously.”

you look up. all you’re met with is a reassuring smile, familiar dimples, the slightest hint of a kind blue behind his shades.

and you finally give in.

”i… i think i might —”

shifting and squirming, your gaze flits from spot to spot, hands still intertwined with his own. you’re caged in, forced to face him, and it only adds to your nervosity. his eyes never leave your face.

”i think… i…”

your voice comes out sounding tiny. gaze stuck to the couch beneath you, as your lips form around the right syllables, and you finally blurt out out the words you've been trying to keep at bay —

”i think i love you too much.”

…

silence.

you still refuse to meet his gaze. a red hue crawls up your neck, spreading to the tips of your ears, heartbeat pounding under your ribs. the sentence spills out of your lips like an arrow; so rushed he barely deciphers it in time.

before the silence can swallow you whole, you continue. trying not to stammer, holding back an embarrassed wince. pouting softly, brows furrowed as your clammy hands twitch anxiously against his own. ”like... to the point where… it drives me a little insane.”

and then you wait. with bated breath, too embarrassed to look up, bottom lip tensing and softening between your teeth. dreading the explosive reaction he’ll undoubtedly give you.

… except it doesn’t come.

he’s not saying a word. nothing. the silence is so deafening you could cut it in half, lingering, festering in the air around you. all you hear is your own stupid, erratic little heartbeat — refusing to settle down. 

a couple painful moments pass, before you physically can't take it anymore.

as slowly as you can muster, your gaze travels upwards — from his lap to his chest to his exposed collarbone, until his face finally enters your field of vision. you can’t resist the temptation.

(why is he being so quiet? satoru is never quiet.)

you meet his gaze. or what you think is his gaze, anyhow, because you can’t see the way his eyes are squeezed shut. what you do notice is the twitch of his lips, quivering ever so slightly, as if unsure of which direction to go — and you know one of satoru’s sharp teeth must be biting down hard to keep them in place. his shoulders are shaking, only barely, and he breathes out sharply through his nose; in a desperate attempt to keep his promise.

desperately struggling to maintain his composure. 

he makes the mistake of opening his eyes, and all that effort goes down the drain. met with the sight of your flushed face, wide eyes, shining with embarrassment and disbelief. 

like a stack of cards blown over by the wind, satoru’s poker face crumbles. he fails to bite back the wide grin that breaks out across his lips, showing off the white of his teeth, and a soft bout of fresh laughter flows from out his lips.

you gape at him. 

then your brows furrow, harshly, and you choke on a scoff. with a start, you’re scrambling to stand up, tugging your hands away from his. 

”see?” you hiss, almost tripping over your own two feet as you shoot up from the couch. ”i told you! you're laughing!”

(you sound so embarrassed he thinks he might cry.)

satoru gives up. laughter reverberating throughout his entire body, deep and loud, from the very bottom of his gut — enough to have him clutching at his sides. that only makes you flush deeper, glare harder, and all he can think is that he wants to kiss you silly.

”you promised!”

”i’m —” he chokes on a sharp wheeze, one hand reaching out to keep you from leaving. ”i’m sorry, baby, i —”

but he only ends up doubling over. sputtering with laughter, feeling the leather of the couch meet his cheek. you turn away sharply, and he pulls himself up again. ”wait — sweetheart —” 

a fond chuckle rumbles through his chest, his long arms circling around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. caging you in. you struggle helplessly, trying desperately to break free, but it’s useless — he’s the strongest for a reason.

all you can do is writhe and grumble under your breath, inhaling a familiar scent of vanilla and musk. the fabric softener he uses puts your senses hopelessly at ease, but he’s still laughing — so you can’t help but kick and struggle seamlessly.

”let me go, satoru!”

said man chokes on another little laugh, shoulders shaking, tucking you so close he can feel the pitter patter of your heartbeat against his stomach. you’re so upset with him. but he can’t stop, can't reel it back in, and every weak punch to his chest and muffled protest just makes his composure feel more out of reach. he tried his best. 

he really, really did. 

he tried so hard not to laugh.

(”i think i love you too much.”)

god. just what is he supposed to do with you, huh?

”i’m sorry,” he grins, almost entirely out of breath. ”’m not doing it on purpose, you're just —” 

a sudden fit of giggles. 

"you're so cute.”

”satoru, it’s — not funny,” you whine, practically burning up. every single sound he makes buzzes in your ear. ”i’m serious. i —”

you squeeze your eyes shut. giving in, finally, allowing yourself to melt into his arms. limbs losing their feistiness. he delights in the sensation.

”you don't get it.”

it’s a whisper, muffled against the fabric of his shirt, but he hears it nonetheless. deep breaths, he reminds himself. it’s hard to take such an adorable confession seriously, but he tries. for whatever reason, you genuinely sound troubled. 

”wait, so you —” he bites back an amused breath, but can’t hide the palpable smile in his voice. ”you love me… too much?”

a groan. you hide away, nuzzling further into his chest; your safe harbour. 

”… i told you it was embarrassing.”

”it’s not,” he’s quick to console you. ”i’m just confused.” a big palm glides across the back of your head, smoothing down your tousled hair. he pats your head softly. ”i mean…” 

a deep inhale. his heartbeat finally settles into a calm rhythm, slow and steady, lungs flooding with oxygen. he breathes out through his nose.

”is that really such a bad thing?”

”it is.” a frown finds its way onto your lips. your reply is instantaneous. ”i don’t think it’s normal. i’m just…”

satoru listens. patiently, feeling your fingers grip onto the edges of his shirt — comforting yourself with the soft fabric. then you sigh.

”i don’t know. i just can’t, like…” you grapple for the right word, moving your hands haphazardly, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind. ”comprehend how much i love you.”

satoru bites back a smile. 

(his heart flutters, flutters, flutters, like cherry blossoms on a windy spring morning.)

before he has the chance to, you part your lips again; speaking in a soft voice. resigned, he thinks. ”it’s just weird. it’s not exactly bad, but —” 

you bite down on your lip. 

”... it’s scary.”

a soft coo buzzes in your ear. satoru can’t help but pull you closer, closer still, smothering you in the warmth of his embrace. conveying what he knows will be too much for you to hear in words — what he knows he couldn’t convey in the language that you speak. you feel warm, still burning up a bit. like a little firefly. 

he isn’t faring much better, though; a vague heat blooming under the skin of his nape. smiling so wide his cheeks are starting to hurt.

(what on earth did he do to deserve you?)

a firm jaw settles on the top of your head. satoru parts his glossy lips, voice flowing out somewhat breathlessly, affectionate as can be. 

”don’t you think i feel exactly the same about you?”

his pulse trembles against you. when you strain your ears, you can hear the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat, mingling with your own; still resounding in your ears. 

”… i dunno.”

satoru’s hold around you tightens, ever so slightly. something in the way he cradles you, strong arms around your waist, a low hum accompanying the light squeeze of his limbs. he can’t see your face, from this angle, but his pupils still flicker downwards — hungry for a glimpse of your expression.

then he smiles. 

”i’m terrified of you, y’know?”

you blink. once, then twice, eyelids fluttering. a moment of silence passes.

”… huh?”

”beyond terrified, actually,” his smile builds into a grin. ”i’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it. no one scares me more than you do.”

satoru pulls away, just a little, just enough to finally get a good look at you. your eyes are brimming with confusion. a large palm goes to cradle your cheek, and he tilts his head — inhaling a breath.

”i love you so much that it hurts.”

…

a soft chuckle slips from out his lips, when he catches your flustered, wide-eyed stare. sneaking a hand towards the small of your back, leaning in to press a kiss against the apple of your cheek.

”i adore you,” he whispers, smooth syllables melting into a purr. you stiffen under his touch. his fingertips trace the lines of your jaw, lips trailing down to your neck, chaste and sweet as he nips at the sensitive skin. muttering under his breath. ”you have no idea.”

and you truly, truly don't. satoru doesn't think you even know the half of it. 

you can’t possibly know what you mean to him — that your very presence makes him forget who he is, what he has to be, a weight on his shoulders he grew used to long ago. you can’t possibly know that just the feeling of your hand in his makes the distance between you feel so inconsequential. 

you are the most precious thing in his life. he doesn't think you could ever understand the weight that sentiment carries — he wouldn't want you to. 

and here you are, so awfully worried, because you're too in love with him. he still can't help but grin. you’re so sweet, so silly. the words make him feel as if his heart is crumbling.

”… i can't believe you’re real sometimes.”

something tender rests under the whisper. something frighteningly sincere. it makes you feel a little like you’ve been sliced open. it’s raw, it’s heavy and light and it’s love. it’s satoru — all his little inconsistencies, and the stability beneath it all. 

and some part of you knows that he's telling the truth. that he understands your ridiculous little confession, your embarrassing worries. satoru understands. 

that alone is enough to quell the turmoil in your chest. 

(what he gives you is a love as boundless as the sky; one that covers everything you could ever be. unconditional.)

”so there’s no need to worry.” 

he pulls back, lips leaving your skin. you still feel their warmth linger. his shades have slipped down, barely hanging on to the bridge of his nose, and you can see the blue of his eyes. they’re shining like jewels, soft around the edges. consumed by love.

”there’s no way you could ever love me as much as i love you.”

gazing into his eyes, as if hypnotized by their glow, your own gleam with a mesmerizing shine. glazed over with something sweet and wonderful, something satoru wants to burn into his retinas so he never forgets it. he wishes he could wring it out of you and put it in his pocket — but it looks prettier behind your cornea.

he savours the moment, slowly, until it abruptly ends.

with a second of pause, your brows draw together, forming into an irritated furrow. lips tugging downwards into a frown. ”that’s not true.”

satoru blinks. still smiling. 

”i love you way more,” you huff. petulant, almost, something soft and amused in your tone. he thinks the sound fits you more than anything; unburdened and stubborn.

(as charming as you are, though — this is one battle he refuses to lose.)

”nu-uh,” he pokes the tip of your nose, delighting in the soft flutter of your blinking eyelashes. ”i love you more. sorry, sweetie.”

a huff. ”you don't.”

”i do.”

”you don't."

this time, you're the one reaching out, the pad of your finger landing on the tip of satoru’s nose — teasingly trailing up to the bridge of it. his heartbeat stutters, but he feigns nonchalance, raising an unimpressed brow; eyes unknowingly gleaming with mirth. 

and mischief.

you barely have time to react. one moment you're seated on satoru’s lap, the next you're looking up at him with your back against the couch. he towers over you, keeping your hands pinned above your head with a single palm. 

a familiar chill runs down your spine.

”i do,” he grins, free hand reaching towards you. recognizing the danger of a situation you've been in more times than you can count, you try to squirm away — but you don't get very far.

satoru’s fingers ghost over your sides, and panic floods your wide eyes. 

even though you know exactly what’s about to happen, a yelp still pushes past your lips when he begins to tickle you. mercilessly, fingers trailing over your most sensitive spots. all you can do is squirm, trying your damnedest to bite back the bout of laughter crawling up your throat —

but apparently neither of you are very good at that.

when the familiar cling of your laughter finally spills past your lips, flowing into satoru’s ears, his smile blooms into a grin. big and happy, childish in its innocence — not even attempting to hide his joy. his own giggles melt into your soft wheezes and desperate pleas, as you struggle to break free, straining against the firm hold he has on your wrists.

”i love you way, way, way more,” he continues to tease, halting his movement just enough to let you catch your breath. ”it’s not even close.”

even as giggles breathlessly spill from your lips, you manage a shake of your head. ”no, you —”

”wrong answer.”

he cuts you off with a smirk, and the torture starts anew. you can't get the words out, caught in your throat and muffled by a loud squeak, followed by forced laughter. satoru watches, in pure adoration, waiting for the moment you finally relent. 

it doesn’t take long.

”f — fine, fine!”

he stills. eyes crinkled, shades barely hanging on to the bridge of his nose, fighting the urge to keep going. if only so he can hear your melodic giggles.

”can’t we —” you struggle to catch your breath, words stuck between bouts of leftover laughter. cheeks flushed and chest heaving. ”just call it a tie?”

satoru pauses. he drags it out, exaggerated, building up suspense. eyes narrowing playfully. ”hmmm…” 

then he smiles. a soft, resigned little thing. 

”alright, alright.” he leans forward, keeping you in place. ”that works, i guess.”

and then his lips meet yours. soft and glossy, tasting of cherries, a pleased sigh against your mouth. you’re still panting a little, but he doesn’t seem to mind — slow to pull away, with a drawn out mwah, grinning boyishly at your disheveled state. he lets your wrists go free.

an unimpressed look is all you give him, quick to melt into a soft chuckle. 

”well, that’s that.” you push yourself up with your elbows, fixing your tousled hair. ”now we can forget this ever happened.”

satoru raises a brow. 

”oh, i dunno about that,” he purrs, voice ripe with mischief. a teasing glint flashes in his eyes, as he scrutinizes you, and it’s enough to have your face heating up again. the sight makes him coo. ”you love me so much you can't comprehend it, huh?”

you blink. it takes a moment for your expression to shift, from bafflement to embarrassment — but he thinks it’s all worth it when it does. barely restraining the urge to kiss you again.

”satoru…”

a giggle leaves his lips. reaching a hand out, he pinches your cheek. ”you’re cute.”

with a roll of your eyes, you swat him away; unable to bite back a smile. “quit it.”

”aw.”

he looks so smug. you can’t help but want to bite back, somehow — so you muster up your most shit-eating grin, a distinctly teasing lilt coating your sugar-sweet voice. 

”you love me so much that it hurts, huh?”

satoru blinks.

endearment blooms, in the depths of his cerulean eyes. he watches you carefully, awfully amused — thinking to himself that he must be rubbing off on you. what a scary thought.

”yeah,” he breathes, a sigh laced with sincerity. cupping your cheek with the palm of his hand, settling on the option he knows will fluster you most. ”i do.”

this time, you’re the one who blinks. once, twice, before letting out a groan — slumping against his broad frame. satoru chuckles, breathlessly, consumed by you; by every move you make. all six of his eyes aimed directly at you.

(if he gives you the sky, then what you give him is a love as steady as the ocean; one that’ll drown every bit of his sadness. entirely unyielding.)

”can’t you ever just let me win?” you mutter, breathing in his cologne and tugging at his shirt. pressed up against him, on his couch, safe and secure. right where you should be.

he noses at your neck, pressing a little kiss against your pulsepoint. a quiet, quiet offering at the altar of your soul. ”nope,” he hums, smiling cheekily. 

”i love you too much for that.”

Howl truly is the man of all time. He’s a playboy. He’s a malewife. He fell in love with a ninety year old woman. He’s a rugby player. He smells like hyacinths. He’s not a natural blond. When dying his hair went slightly wrong, he filled his home with slime. He has a PhD. He’s a wizard. He found a way to another universe and he told absolutely nobody about it. He makes video games about the magical universe for his nephews. He can’t play the guitar. He always takes a guitar with him when he’s trying to seduce a woman. He’s a self-proclaimed coward. He got drunk to trick himself into doing something dangerous. He overcharges for his services to rich people. He undercharges for his services to poor people. A woman invaded his home and declared herself his cleaning lady and he just let her stay. He loves spiders. He lies about his surname to everyone, including royalty. The true spelling of his first name is Howell, but we don’t find out until halfway through the book because the POV character thinks it’s spelled Howl. He’s even Welsh.

clingy gojo who is rarely ever seen without his arms encircling your waist

clingy gojo who practically molds his body into yours because the feeling of your skin on his is more intoxicating than any drug

clingy gojo whose lips are constantly pressed against your neck or shoulders whenever he’s not yapping

clingy gojo whose favorite position to cuddle is laying on top of you and listening to your heartbeat

clingy gojo who can’t go a day without hearing your sweet voice

clingy gojo who leaves his clothes at your place because even if he’s not touching you, his sweatshirt is

clingy gojo who is tortured by the idea of losing you so he spends as much time as he can preventing that possibility

just clingy gojo <3