The Taste Of Your Lips. . . Satoru Gojo

the taste of your lips. . . ⇢ satoru gojo

˗ˏˋsummary: shoko decides to set up an anonymous kissing booth in one of the rooms at a party she’s hosting, and she sets you up to make out with the one person you’d been crushing on for months

˗ˏˋwc: 3.8k

˗ˏˋcontains: f!reader x gojo, anonymous kissing booth (they're just in the dark), heavy making out, suggestive themes/slight nsfw (MDNI), teeny weeny bit of dry humping, also he bites u (lovingly), they're described 2 be in a small space so idk if anyone claustrophobic might feel uncomfy..? just beware if u are!!

˗ˏˋa/n: this is honestly kinda old and barely proofread . little bit ooc for shoko n geto but idk u blink and u miss it so im choosing to ignore it! happy reading<3

“umm… i can’t see.”

you shifted in your seat, looking around the pitch dark surrounding of the booth shoko had shoved you into. you'd been unsure of what shoko was getting you into when she had grabbed your elbow and yanked you up the stairs of her home, pulling you into an empty room with a huge box in the middle — and even after shoko explained the purpose of it, you were still a little confused.

“it’s an anonymous kissing booth, dummy. that’s the whole point.” shoko teased, tapping lightly on the outside of the box as she waited. “suguru just dragged out the last two people and i’ve been dying to get you to try it out.” her mischievous tone hadn’t gone by unnoticed, and you rolled your eyes with a small smile as you imagined the smirk spread out across shoko’s face.

“suguru? where is he now?” you asked, making small talk to avoid hearing shoko elaborate more on the game. 

“he’s just fetching the person you’re gonna kiss… or make out with — it’s up to you, really.” you huffed when you heard a small giggle escape shoko’s lips with her answer. “once he finds them i’ll explain the rules to you guys. if you have anything to say, say it now because you won’t be talking when they get here.”

“what?” you asked, brows furrowing in confusion. “what do you mean i won’t be talking?” 

“i’m just messing with you… mostly.” at her words, shoko moved to open the small door of the box just an inch to allow some light to enter. you squinted, taking a moment to adjust to the light before meeting shoko’s eyes who’d watched you patiently. as soon as you did, shoko threw a wink in your direction before closing the door in the box once again.

“shoko?” suguru’s voice, distant at first, grew louder as he called out shoko's name a second time. shoko called him over to the room, and you heard the sound of a door opening and two people walking in. A shush — that you assumed was coming from shoko — was heard only seconds later, and after a little more shuffling and the sound of a light switching off, the other side of the box had opened and the anonymous person had slowly made their way inside before the door had been presumably closed by whoever stood on the outside.

“okay! i need you guys to listen carefully now.” shoko, who clasped her hands together as she begun speaking, addressed the two of you inside the box. “first rule of the booth is a 'no talking' one, it kinda ruins the whole point of it being anonymous. especially since… you may or may not know each other.” shoko paused, stifling a laugh before the sound of suguru shushing shoko was heard, earning a huff from shoko before she continued.

“anyway, once we leave, uh… you guys are free to make out if you want. we’ll give you both about five to ten minutes but keep in mind we’ll be able to walk inside to check in on you two at any given point. and the walls are thin, so don’t try any more than that.” suguru hummed as shoko finished speaking, deciding to conclude the introduction himself.

“more importantly, consent is a major deal. you two being here already might be enough but before we leave, if either one of you are uncomfortable with the premise of the game, speak now or forever hold your peace.” suguru spoke softly, shoko nodding in agreement with him. “if you’re doing okay, say 'yes' and that’ll be the end of this introduction.”

you were silent for a moment, looking ahead of yourself in the dark at where the person you would be kissing was sat directly across from you. the other person shifted, their knee bumping against yours briefly as they did and the action made your breath catch. as you opened your mouth to reply to suguru, the person across from you beat you to it.

“yes.” they replied, with a voice that sounded… familiar.

your heart rate picked up immediately. you knew that voice all too well. it was silent for another moment, save for the barely audible nervous tapping of your fingers on your knee, and you’d almost forgotten to reply at all until shoko’s voice broke through your anxious state.

“hello?” shoko asked softly, her voice sounding closer than it had before. you assume shoko had walked back around the box to be closer to your side of it. 

“yes.” you spluttered out, earning a small hum of approval from shoko.

“in that case then, we’ll leave you both to it.” she spoke, her volume growing smaller as she approached the door. “the timer starts as soon as the door shuts closed behind us. have fun!” at that, the door closed behind them, and the room fell back to silence as they locked the room from the outside with a key. 

“those rules are stupid.” the person in front of you spoke, making your suspicions of who it was clearer than before. you bit your lip, feeling yourself grow more anxious as knowledge of the other person’s identity kicked in. “all that 'no talking' shit, we both had to speak up before they left anyway so what’s the point anymore?” you opened your mouth to reply, but then closed it again as you thought over what to reply with instead.

“yeah. you’re right.” you said after a beat, your voice lowered. shoko’s warning about the walls in the room being thin stayed at the back of your head, and you opted for speaking as quietly as you could.

“you okay though?” the person, now using a softer tone, shifted again as he spoke. you assume he’d shifted closer when you felt his knee slip into the space between your legs. “you kinda hesitated back there… we don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.” he added, and you felt your stomach clench slightly at the familiarly endearing tone of voice.

“no, it’s- it’s fine, i’m just…” you paused, chewing on your lower lip before continuing. “i kinda already know who you are...”

“oh?” his amused tone didn’t go unnoticed, and you felt yourself blushing when he had asked, “well, who do you think it is?”

“hmm…” you hummed, twiddling with the hem of your shirt before responding. “is this… satoru?”

he was quiet for a moment, but you could almost sense the smile projected on his face despite not actually being able to see anything. “so you do know me, then. that means i know who you are too…” satoru trailed off, and you felt heat rising to your cheeks. 

“but you know what,” satoru started, moving himself closer to you again when you had taken a second too long to respond. “you don’t need to tell me to confirm... i kinda wanna keep that rush of the unknown to it.” satoru’s hand had found your thigh, planting itself there for a moment and making your breath hitch in your throat. you almost didn’t believe that you were about to kiss the one guy you’ve been crushing on for months, and satoru was completely unaware of how fast your heart was racing. “do you wanna get started?”

you couldn’t form any words in response, instead moving yourself closer as well until you could no longer sit comfortably without having your knee pressed against satoru’s thigh. your hand came up slowly, searching the air briefly until your fingertips brushed the side of satoru’s cheek and his face flinched a little bit in surprise. you almost pulled your hand back, but then satoru’s own came up and was placed on top of yours to hold you there. your heart flipped — if he wasn't holding your hand in place you'd probably start floating or something, but instead your lower lip trembled slightly with anticipation while satoru’s other hand found your own cheek and slowly brought your face closer.

you wanted to tell him who you were so badly. you wanted to tell satoru right then and there that you had feelings for him, that you have had feelings for him for the longest time. but any actual words you had to say were caught in your throat.

closing your eyes and puckering your lips out, you realized you couldn’t really tell how close satoru’s face was to your own and decided to prepare yourself in advance. after a few seconds, satoru’s nose bumped into yours awkwardly, and the small huff that left satoru’s lips afterwards made you stifle a giggle. 

“hey,” satoru scoffed, tone teasing and playful. “i heard that.” his voice was low, almost in a whisper. the way he’d spoken to you at such a close proximity made your stomach lurch. you two hadn’t even started yet and you were already feeling your self-control slip through your fingers.

satoru’s hand on your cheek lowered slightly, aiming to cup his palm just underneath your jaw with a light grip on your face to angle your head to the side and pull you closer. you were too frozen on the spot to do anything yourself, so you let satoru guide you. satoru then tilted your head back slightly, and in the most painfully agonizingly slow manner possible, his lips brushed against yours for a short moment before slowly pressing them more against your own mouth.

it was a peck at first, a little bit experimental. when you hadn’t moved your lips at all (far too focused on the hammering in your chest), satoru hesitated on advancing any further. your lips were only slightly pressed against each other, and it took you a second too long to notice satoru was unmoving as well and — okay, maybe he had been just as nervous as you were. holding on to that thought, you mustered whatever small bit of confidence you could and pressed your lips more firmly against his.

this seemed to reassure satoru, because as soon as you started kissing him back satoru began moving his lips in… a very different way. it was nothing too intense for now, but he’d begun putting something into it that could've made your heart stop. and then satoru tilted his own head, deepening the kiss and you whimpered against his lips in response.

you both kissed like this for a moment, but you were still a little tense until satoru murmured against your lips “relax…” and you felt your shoulders drop after that, unwinding yourself to shift from your current position to a more comfortable one. you let go of the tension in your shoulders as your arms found their way around satoru’s neck, pulling him closer, and you lost yourself a little bit in the way satoru had reacted to your movement. his lips parted from yours for less than a fraction of a second, and then his hands lowered from your face and landed on your thighs. he slid them up your legs slowly, searching for your waist before gripping onto it and adjusting your seating positions so that you both were closer than before. your mind reeled at the small circles satoru’s thumbs subconsciously began rubbing on your hipbone. 

your mouth parted slightly, letting out a breathy sigh as you scooted forward. satoru sucked in your lower lip, swiping his tongue across it before you opened your mouth a little more and allowed satoru to taste inside of you. he did so for a moment before pulling his tongue back and grazing his teeth against your lower lip. a small groan rumbled in the back of your throat, and satoru hummed in satisfaction when your hands found its way into his hair. 

satoru parted for a breath of air, his forehead leaning against yours as he did. your eyes stayed shut, feeling too hazy to do anything. when you both were making out a coil low in your stomach began to tighten, and arousal was already pooling in between your legs. in the moment, you didn’t seem to care, too focused on the buzzing feeling left on your lips that made them tremble slightly anytime satoru exhaled. you licked your lips, opening your mouth to say something before you were caught off guard by satoru immediately pulling you onto his lap.

you gasped at the action, your head moving back from satoru’s when his hands moved to place your legs on either side of him so that you were seated comfortably while straddling him. once he did, satoru grabbed your waist again and pulled you further up his lap. you almost jumped when your core brushed against satoru’s crotch, and something low in your stomach twisted into another knot that made you let out a small shudder.

satoru’s left hand remained on your waist, his right hand now sliding up your back before landing on the nape of your neck. he pulled you in again for another kiss, this one a little sloppy and too quick but with more passion put into it than the last. you wasted no time now, immediately kissing satoru back with the same amount of drive he was giving in to it. as you shifted slightly to bring your arms back around satoru’s neck, a low moan rumbled in satoru’s throat when your heat brushed against his growing tent a second time. said moan was then swallowed into your mouth, and you decided you’d wanted to hear more of it from him. you moved your hips again, this time purposefully grinding down on satoru and satoru almost froze in his movements.

“fuck,” he moaned against your lips, his other hand coming back down to your waist to guide your movements. you both slowly rutted against each other for another few seconds until an abrupt knock on the door broke through the lust-ridden haze surrounding you two and made you both freeze on the spot.

“one minute guys!” shoko’s muffled voice was heard from the other side of the door, and satoru cursed to himself as he pulled away from the kiss and dropped his forehead onto your shoulder, panting as he did.

satoru sat like that for a moment, breathing heavily against your shoulder as he attempted willing himself to go soft even while you were still seated firmly on his lap. he sighed again, slowly lifting his head off your shoulder to face you. as satoru pulled his head back, both of you realized then that your eyes had long since adjusted to the dark, and you could make out a faint image of each other’s faces. you swallowed, your eyes tracing satoru’s silhouette and seeing the way his tousled hair shaped his face so perfectly. you had known it was satoru this whole time, but being able to see him — well, almost see him — made the whole situation feel more real than it did. satoru’s lips parted slightly, eyes widening just a little when he’d begun to piece together who he’d just made out with as he stared back at you.

noticing satoru must’ve realized who you were, you felt your face flush in embarrassment. a small tinge of regret started to bubble in your chest, and you let out a shaky breath to calm your nerves as you felt yourself growing anxious. you began to move off satoru’s lap, almost mumbling an apology as you did, but satoru’s grip on your waist tightened as he held you firmly in place.

you opened your mouth to say something, but without another word satoru dove back in and pressed his lips against yours in an incredibly desperate manner. a gasp slipped past your lips, and you were kissing back a little awkwardly for a split second due to your surprise. satoru’s hands began to roam up your back before he pulled away again, using his hands to press you flush against his own chest. rather than leaning back in to kiss you, satoru caught you by surprise when he went straight for your neck. as satoru traced kisses just underneath your jawline, your head fell back to allow him more room and you pressed your lips together to stifle the moan that rumbled low in your throat.

“satoru,” you breathed out, almost panting. satoru hummed against you, the vibrations against your skin making you shiver and nearly lose your train of thought. “shoko… shoko is-“ you cut yourself off with a small, breathy moan when satoru bit down softly on the skin of your neck.

“i know...” satoru murmured against your neck, continuing to trail small kisses upwards and along your jaw. while you were initially worried that shoko would walk in on you two at any second, you were too focused on the way satoru’s lips felt against your neck to think about anything else. a thought had crossed your mind — of those same lips sliding across your neck exploring every other inch of your body — and the image of it in your head made you grip satoru’s hair tighter than before. 

the sound of keys jingling against the door didn’t go unheard by the two of you, and you almost lifted yourself off his lap until satoru’s hands roughly pulled you down again. 

“wait,” satoru's breath was hot against your skin, trailing his lips up to a spot just beneath your earlobe. you suddenly heard the sound of the keys dropping to the floor, followed by shoko’s muffled cursing as you had assumed she’d dropped them. your attention came back to satoru when he had started to suck on your skin while nibbling it experimentally. 

you tightened your grip around him and clamped your mouth shut, stifling the noise that would’ve escaped your lips had shoko not been within earshot. the sound of the keys now successfully unlocking the door was heard again, and satoru bit down hard on your skin before letting go of you altogether. your eyes snapped open with a silent gasp, and within the next second satoru had moved you off his lap and placed you back on your seat across from him again right as shoko opened the door.

you felt flushed. your heart pounded against your chest, and the sound of a light switching on brought you back out of the haze you'd been in for several minutes now.

“time’s up! i hope you guys had fun… but not too much fun.” 

satoru chuckled lowly, the sound of it making you swallow roughly. “of course.” he said, his tone gruff and sounding out of breath for a moment. satoru’s hand then landed on your thigh, patting you twice before sliding up, and you bit down on your lip when satoru’s hand neared your center for a split second before he removed his palm altogether. 

the door on the opposite end of the box opened, immediately flooding you two with light and causing both of you to squint your eyes at the brightness. once you both adjusted, shoko peaked her head in, smiling smugly at the two of you.

“you both look like a mess.” shoko snorted. satoru rolled his eyes, standing to move out of the box and into the room. as he got out he stretched his limbs, avoiding shoko’s questioning glare. shoko walked over to satoru, ruffling his already messy hair before turning to look back inside the box where you had still been seated.

“come on out, it’s too late for modesty.” shoko urged you with a small chuckle, waving her hand. 

you were frozen on the spot, the tingling sensation crawling all over your skin still too strong to ignore. satoru duked his head in beside shoko, and when he made eye contact with you something unrecognizable glossed over his eyes before he cleared his throat and whistled.

“oh hey, i didn’t know it was you…” he said, but the tone of his voice was too casual, and all it told you was that he was lying straight through his teeth. “you’re a damn good kisser.” he added with a smirk, and you felt your heart race even faster with satoru’s words. you calmly smiled, sucking in your breath as you stood up to walk out of the box. 

shoko slapped a hand on your shoulder, guiding you out of the room behind satoru. without a word, shoko threw a wink in your direction and you felt your face grow red. shoko must have known about your crush on satoru, and had probably set it up so that he’d make out with you for 5 minutes. you wanted to curse at shoko, opening your mouth to say something until shoko’s eyes widened with mischief and she quickly left your side and abandoned the two of you in the hallway as she made a beeline for the stairs. sneaky ass shoko…

once shoko had left, satoru turned to face you and took a small step towards you. “i wasn’t kidding by the way.” 

you looked up at him, your stomach twisting again when satoru looked down at you with clouded eyes. “about what?” you asked, a little innocently. truthfully, you were having trouble comprehending the implications behind satoru’s words. the last 5-10 minutes in general have felt incredibly surreal as is. 

satoru, as if reading your mind, took another step closer to you, practically cornering you against the wall in the hallway. he leaned down so his face was centimeters apart from yours, and with a whisper he answered, “your lips felt so fucking good, and when i realized it was you before the time was up, it made me feel so…” satoru trailed off, taking a deep breath and pulling his head back a little to look in your eyes better. “it drove me crazy... what say you and i pick up where we left off?” 

you swallowed roughly, your gut tightening again at satoru’s words. satoru fully cornered you until your back was against the wall, and he brought a hand to your waist and slowly slide it up your side and — yeah, you were definitely fucked.

“is…” you swallowed again, feeling a lump in your throat as you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach to ask the question currently nagging at the back of your head. “is that really what you want...?”

satoru froze. there were more implications behind your question than it seemed at face value. you wanted to know if what he wanted was what you had wanted for so long, and not just him wanting to get off after the kissing booth game you both participated in. you didn’t want to start something with him that you’d end up regretting later on, lest your very real feelings for him get in the way of it and potentially ruin your friendship with him. satoru, thankfully, understood exactly what you were trying to ask; so to reassure you, he’d brought his hand up to caress your cheek, his gaze softening as a small smile appeared on his face. 

“more than anything.”

───

part two ?? maybe ??

teasing them when u are in public is so fun like are u gonna give in and fuck me rn or what

saccahrine sundays | k.bakugou

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 5.3K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: katsuki can never find enough time to get some sleep. between being a full time pro hero, a father and a husband— hours of rest are hard to come by. unless it’s one of those sweet, sweet saccharine sundays.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to late twenties ), somnophilia, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), fingering ( female recieving ), tummy bulges, mating press, pregnancy!kink, daddy!kink, breeding!kink, light!exhibitionism, cumplay + needy bakugou has a praise!kink… <3

♡ author’s note(s): brrr hey guys! it feels like forever since i last posted a full fic, january was bleh so im happy to get this out !! special thanks to @greenchild for feeding me this idea and thank to all of you for your love, support and 2.8K. i love you all, enjoy <3

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This takes place in the same AU as my Prince Gojo drabble (except the reader isn't with both of them, idk think of it like otome routes lol)

Word count: 700 ish

Tags/warnings: oral (f receiving), male masturbation, uhh idk I can't think of any others I'm tired lol

The difference between Duke Kento Nanami and Crown Prince Satoru falling in love with a servant girl is that Kento wouldn't dare risk getting you pregnant. He is practical, mature, and most of all, selfless. He knows it would ruin your reputation and leave you a single mother because he could never be with you officially, and he could never risk doing that to his precious girl.

So instead he settles for sneaking you into his room (something that's easier for him than it would be for the prince because he isn't nearly as important as the future king) late at night for...less risky activities. Kento's bed is softer and more extravagant than anything your commoner body has ever experienced, with downy feather pillows and sheets of satin embroidered with gold trim, and he often lays you down on it and spreads your plush thighs to feast on your cunt like it's the finest dessert, until your legs are shaking and your cum stains those expensive sheets. Kento is a giver, not a taker. Of course, he enjoys letting you please him with your hands or mouth. But ultimately, your pleasure is his pleasure, and he's quite content with making you fall apart on his tongue.

Occasionally, though, he'll allow himself to indulge a little, rubbing his swollen cockhead through your slick folds, grinding the underside of it and against your overstimulated clit. But even he sometimes struggles with his self-control. One time he shifts a little too far back and the tip of his cock ends up right up against your entrance, just barely pressing into it. Kento clenches his jaw and digs his fingers into the sheets, imagining how good it would feel to be completely enveloped in you, to feel your tight walls hugging and squeezing his cock, to finally be one with you like he's always dreamed of.

Kento's eyes flick to your face, to your blissed out expression, your ruddy cheeks, your parted lips, your glossed over eyes and the sheer desire radiating off of you. And he knows he could do it, he could just slide his achingly hard length into your warm, welcoming cunt and you wouldn't stop him. And he takes a deep breath, and then he just....pulls away and rolls over next to you on the bed.

You ask if he's okay, and he says yes, he's fine. You ask him if he wants you to do something to help relieve the ache in his throbbing cock, and he says no, he's fine, and that he thinks it's best if you go ahead and return to the servants quarters now. You look up at him, your head tilting in confusion and your eyes filling with worry. So he presses a kiss to your temple and reassures you that everything really is alright, that he's just getting a headache - and besides, the longer you stay, the more likely someone will notice you missing from your bed.

You still seem a bit hesitant, but you redress yourself and leave his chambers with one last glance back at Kento, who gives you a warm, reassuring smile. And the moment you're gone, Kento throws his head back against the pillow with a pained groan, his hand slipping under the sheets to grip his cock tight - as tight as he imagines your sweet pussy must be. He strokes himself from base to tip, eyes closed and pretending it was you moving up and down on him, remembering the heavenly sounds you made as you came on his tongue and wondering if you'd make those same sounds when you came on his dick.

The sight of your naked body is still fresh in his mind, helping him hurdle toward his climax with each increasingly desperate pump of his hand. And when he cums, he cums hard, moaning out your name and fucking up into his first as the pearly ropes of his thick release spill over onto his hand and abs. And when the exhaustion sets in as his high begins to fade, Kento breathes a sigh of relief that it's only him who has to deal with the aftermath of his pleasure.

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒

≡ miya osamu x f!reader

↳ Taunting him every night in his dreams since the day he's first met you — idly coming into his shop ten minutes before closing every day for the past couple of weeks. Where nothing seems to be the solution of curing his blatant lust as his body simply craves for you — hoping and dreaming of something more from someone not much more than a stranger. So he does what's best in attempt to lessen his sexual desires, only to find out his temporary get away would snowball into something greater.

tw/cw: smut. masturbation. morning wood. explicit language.

✉ : hello!! i hope you enjoy! this was inspired by a shit post that I made on my old blog about osamu that I turned into something longer (( : it was actually my first time that I felt a bit hot while writing this, so... i hope yall can feel the heat with me ! again, it's not edited so i hope you can read through the mistakes. maybe one day i'll get around to editing them... but for now, nahhhhh

Another day, another morning waking up to the sound of his wretched morning alarm, the one that Atsumu got him for a house warming gift years ago, groaning as he pushed his face into his pillow, grumbling as his morning hair sprayed out of his head, “fuck, ‘m so tired.”

Osamu mentally notes to punch Atsumu the next time he sees him for gifting him such an obnoxious clock, mumbling half asleep as he tried to recall what day it actually was, "is it day 19," groaning as he pulled his sweats down a bit, "no... it's gotta be longer than that, fucking shit."

Grunting as he pulled himself off his bed, stretching his sore body as he walked out of his room, scratching his lower stomach, toned with a layer of fat that accessorized his naked torso, as his feet trudged against the wooden floor.

Osamu always had a warm body. Since he was young, he and his brother would always sleep completely bare in the summer, but during the winter, he opted to at least don on a pair of gray sweats that loosely sat on his hips with boxers underneath but no top. 

Mindlessly touching his mildly flexed abdomen, brushing against his finely lined happy trail that traveled down to the dent on his pelvis down to his groin, Osamu felt suffocated. 

So by instinct, and without any thought, his mind still full of sleep, he shimmied his sweats down to create more room for his lower limbs to breathe. 

But to no avail, he still felt suffocated.

And making his way to his bathroom, eyes blurry and hair a frazzled mess, still touching his stomach as he looked at himself in the mirror, his reflection seemed to mock his apparent form.

“Shit,” Osamu groaned upon realization.

There standing in its glory was his morning wood — unsurprising he thought.

For any person with a male anatomy, it wouldn’t be deemed as surprising or even abnormal for their penis to be erect in the morning. It’s natural, a way of life, some would say. 

But for Osamu, it was a little different. 

Osamu usually never woke up annoyed. He would spend his mornings with a quick workout, wash up, gulp down a protein shake before heading out to his shop. And rarely would he wake up with blood gushed in his penis, even if he did, it normally went away after a cold shower without having to act on it.

Mornings were easy.

Mornings were easy up until a couple weeks prior.

"Fuck," cocking his head to one side, hissing in frustration, "it's been twenty one days."

twenty one days of waking up to an erection.

twenty one days of torture.

It wasn’t the erection that was the problem. Hell, if he woke up with morning wood every single day, he wouldn’t mind. He’ll simply shake it off knowing it was simply a spinal reflex that cycles during a person’s REM sleep, causing blood to pool in their penis — normal, that’s fucking normal.

But this, this wasn't.

It was the fact that he knows the exact reason as to why he woke up with a hardened cock, obnoxiously growing bigger within seconds as he slowly palmed himself over his thick sweats, his frustrated breaths hitching as he furrowed his brows,

“Fuckk…” he pushed against his bulge, “‘s not enough.”

And turning the shower head as he stripped himself from his clothes, his sweats pooling at his ankles, Osamu looked at his reflection once more as his thick hands stroked his cock, the head of his penis already pebbled with a glint of precum as he played with his puffy slit with his callously padded finger, stimulating himself of pleasure yet enticed with shame as he watched himself masturbate.

His breaths become hefty as his chests heaved for air in the smoke filled room. The fog slowly covered the mirror in front of him as the water behind him blared hot. And making a tight circle with his fingers, mimicking a certain ring of muscle that he deliciously dreamt about last night… and every fucking night since he’s met you, Osamu fisted himself imagining what it would be like to fuck you, to have you in his arms, to touch you, to kiss you, to have one chance of entering inside and feel your goddamn perfect walls squishing his cock.

Osamu's mind wonders — no, he lets his mind wander for more.

Was he a fucking pervert, to be masturbating to a total stranger?Well, not a complete stranger… more of a loyal customer? He thought. 

At least he knew your name.

“Fuck… YN…” Osamu longingly moaned out, as his canines lightly bit his lips, tasting a hue of his blood on his tongue.

Would you feel the same like how it was in his dreams? Soft, malleable, plushy.

How warm would you be when he’s tucked inside? Would he be able to mesh in perfectly, fit into every crevice of your insides just like how he dreamt of?

Would your cunt be wet the moment he kissed you? Folds dripping of arousal as he licked your clit and played with your tits — god, those tits looked so fucking good. 

Would you still call out his name, moaning, crying out ‘Samu! More more more!’ What would you look like when he first enters? will your toes curl and breaths hitch? would you whisper into his ear as he rutted inside, filling you till the depth, asking for more... telling him he's all you've ever wanted?

Would you cling onto him as much as he clings onto the mere thought of you?

And soon the mirror completely perspired with droplets of water, unable to see his reflection in the mirror, Osamu stepped into the shower.

With one arm placed on the wall as the hot water harshly fell onto his head, the droplets of water fastidiously coating his already heated body, yet his right hand never left his cock. 

Quickly grabbing a bar of soap, coating his hand with the faux lubricant to immediately stroke his cock. Every damned morning since you started to come over to his shop at exactly ten minutes before closing, having him wait all fucking day till he got to see a glimpse of your pretty face, knowing smile, and contagious laughs for ten fucking minutes.

Gritting in between his haggard breaths, Osamu bitterly lets out, "can you stay a little more?" his nostrils blaring as he tried to catch his breath, "a-at least I wouldn't feel so shitty if you gave me more time."

It wasn’t like he was a pubescent boy raging of hormones, nor did he have the right to be putting you in such an objectified position — fuck, he didn’t even know you like that. He’s probably just a restaurant owner that you happened to frequent because you "craved his handmade onigiri's" jokingly laughing as you watched him make your food, "and to see his handsome face.”

Something you probably just said to be nice.

But this… this was just wrong, yet every morning he’s woken up bricked up and horny — twenty one days to be exact since you've been lurking in his wild dreams.

Maybe it was time to see his urologist, or maybe he should see a psychiatrist, but for now… all that ranged through his head as he stroked his cock through his fists were your soft giggles and knowing looks you gave as you waited for you orders, listening to him briefly talk about his day when you invitingly asked him, “Miya-san, how was your day today?”

It was odd, but with you, it felt oddly right. Being able to talk for those ten minutes about anything — freely and willingly, albeit with the threatening feeling of his heart about to burst out of his chest, and his inability to look you in the eyes when he would package your order. But aside from that, he was drawn to you with each passing day — his heart could feel it, and surely his dick could too.

Carding his hand through his wet locks, exposing his forehead and furrowed brows as he slightly opened his mouth to a slight ‘O.’ Osamu chased after his high, using every fiber of his being and mind to recall his dream. A dream of you sucking on his cock, with a trickle of drool stemming from the corner of your lips. A dream where you fondled his balls, and licked up his length. A dream where you took him all, gagging as your soft tongue padded his length whenever he pushed deeper down your throat. And he’ll do you the favor back, as he splits open your thighs, running the tip of his cock against your wet puffy folds, the warmth of your insides making him fall completely blank as he pushed himself inside of you.

A dream where he would rightfully make love with you. A universe where he could freely call you his — have all of you as he called you “mine.”

And everytime the dream would tragically end, just when he was about to cum, just when he was about to lead you to your climax and his thereafter, were the sounds of his annoying alarm, blaring obnoxiously loud, waking him up exactly when you would moan out and whisper his name, “Miya-san, i lov—” 

“Say it, dammit,” he growled through clenched teeth, furiously stroking his cock, causing the tip of his head to sting from the friction, “fucking say it, YN.”

The knot in his stomach was tightening, building up in tension as the fire in his body felt as if entire flames were being thrown over him, the electricity drilling through his veins as he longed to hear your name being called in his dreams.

Pressing through, as he felt his climax shortly coming, thrusting his hips into his tight fist as he watched the tip of fiery head bulge out of his clenched hand, imagining just how far he could hit the deepest part of your caverns, and just how warm and plush it would feel tightly wrapping around his length. 

Imagining your tits — god, your fucking tits bouncing with every thrust he made. 

Imagining your ass ripple whenever he would pistol his cock inside you, his balls clashing into the base of your wet pussy, where the slapping of wet skin fueled his drive.

Imagining the sting on his back when your nails would claw down his spine, gripping onto his clenched ass as he drilled himself inches inside of you.

Hallucinating your moans, hearing you call out his name through it all as his fingers gripped against your skin, pushing his heavy body down to be even closer to you, stripping the oxygen in your lungs . To witness you unravel, become entirely undone within his control, to lather under his reign as he watched your submiss into your high.

He wishes he could witness it all, even if it was a silly dream, he so longed to feel you on his finger tips, to graze his lips against the canvas of your body, to hold you close to feel the warmth of your skin...

To lay naked and tired, limbs entangled under the wet sheets, hearing each other's rapid heartbeats just for a little moment, just before he’ll clean you off and set up the new sheets he’s prepared. 

To crawl into bed, and wake up with you in his arms.

To cook you a proper dinner, maybe fuck you on his kitchen counter as you wore his apron. Maybe even cook you something for late night snack for all the energy he expended out of you.

To dare think of a life of domesticity with an almost stranger — a stranger that haunted his dreams, making him feel entirely insane.

"YN..." he draws out, "m-more give me more!"

And it sets him off the edge, where the pile of his stored erection would shoot out of his swollen slit, his cock pulsing in his hand as he thrusted forward, his precious white seeds — viscous and strong — shooting to cover his shower walls only to be cleansed thereafter — but his sins weren't. Heavily groaning as he harshly inhaled his breaths, chest heaving with stomach flexed with the smaller splurts of his cum coating his hands.

“Fuck… finally,” he let out, washing his slimy hands with the running hot water, “I should really get myself checked out,” Osamu murmured before quickly getting ready for the day. 

….

5:52 pm, the time read. Usually you would trickle in a little earlier, apologizing numerous times that you couldn’t get work off earlier, and he would always respond, “that’s fine, I’m glad you made it over safely.”

Maybe today you didn’t want your usual cravings.

Maybe you already got dinner.

Maybe something happened while you were on your way over? Should he go out and check? No… that’ll be crossing the line. 

Or maybe, you somehow found out about —

Jingle.

With the sound of the bells, the beats of his heart immediately started to thump louder than before, ears perking up as Osamu immediately looked to the door. 

“Ah! I’m sorry I’m late, Miya-San…” huffing your breaths, looking as if you ran over.

‘Cute’ Osamu thought.

“There was a bit of traffic on the way, so I was a little late… sorry if I kept you waiting,” you muttered out, while taking off your coat to expose your sculpted breasts underneath your blouse. 

“Not a problem,” Osamu gulped immediately, looking away, “uhh YN-san, sit for a bit…” thanking the gods for the stand in front of him covering his growing erection, “I’ll get your order ready,” Osamu stated as he quickly donned his apron and washed his hands.

“Thank you,” you calmly responded back, slowly catching your breath as you watched him silently make your meal.

“So how was your day, Miya-San?” you hummed out the usual question, “I was so nervous I wouldn’t be able to see you,” you confessed with a soft giggle.

“It was the same as usual…” 

‘I came thinking of you again this morning, fucking hell I dream about you every damned day, and the lunatic that I am look forward to seeing you every minute.’

… “I wouldve kept the store open, just in case you would come through later,” he confessed, "I got a little worried."

“I see… you’re always too good to me, Miya-san,” giggling in your seat as you looked up at him — his arms were strong, toned with veins bulging from his forearms.

And checking him out, like you would subtly do every night, scanning from his thin waist wrapped around by his black apron, his black shirt tightly fitting his chest and on his arms but a little loose on his stomach. To his shoulders, broad and neck lean, where the short stems of his hair peaked out from the bottom of his cap as he concentrated on your order. His thick fingers sculpting the rice, moving majestically and with precise skill… his every movement with definition and purpose... wondering just how skilled he was his fingers… how he would mound your breasts... your ass.... would you have to teach him? or... would he already know your sweet spots? and what can he do with his mouth? his pretty lips always managed and plump, would he tell you sweet nothings like he usually would —

"YN-san?" Osamu questioned, his eyes worriedly looking at you for a brief moment before falling back down.

“Ah... sorry," softly smiling, "hopefully it wasn’t too busy today?” you asked, shaking any lewd thoughts as you clenched your thighs together, feeling a pool of your warm erection gathering in your panties. 

“Just the usual,” he smiled. The type of smile that would lightly crinkle the sides of his eyes, and cause his jaws to look sharp and defined, where the light chuckle of his deep voice would loom over your stimulated body, priming you for wanting more.

“I heard you have a lot of fangirls,” you teased, leaning against the edge with your hand on your cheeks, feeling butterflies in your stomach when you caught his slight blush.

“Ah… not really,” he murmured, packaging up your order, making sure there was enough for you to take for lunch the next day and share with your coworkers, “you’re probably my biggest fan.”

“Really?" chiming at the statement, "mission complete then,” you teased, “that’s been my secret mission since the beginning Miya-san,” taking the bagged food, knowingly grazing your fingers past his, teasingly pushing once more, “to infiltrate your mind, you know?”

“Well… looks like you got me,” the man confessed, looking down to cover his face, helping you put on your coat, where the slight hue of your sweet perfume unknowingly pulled him closer in.

'I want to touch her... I want her'

Where the slight touch of your arm that he accidentally managed to graze when he helped you with your coat, and the slight crevice of your breast exposed at the valley rang through his head and sight. And the mocking clicks of your heels making small steps to the door, reminding him once again of the torture he’ll feel when you’re gone.

“Miya-san,” you called out just before stepping out, the door bells chiming, where the cold winter breeze fanned into the warm dimly lit restaurant, “might want to take care of your lips next time, it seems like it would've hurt.”

“Ah… I’ll be mindful, thank you,” Osamu responded, brushing the back of his palm against his lips, feeling a slight sting as he pulled down his hat to cover his heated face as he recalled the morning of, “come again YN, next time I’ll —”

“Maybe next time I can give it a kiss to make it better?” you responded back with a smile, planting a piece of paper at the front register on your way out, “or I can buy you some ointment if you’ll give me a call,” softly chuckling as you closed the door.

Letting out a sigh, feeling honestly barren the moment you left, Osamu unwrapped his apron and took off his cap. Taking a brief moment to lock the front doors before heading over to the counter to see what you left, unwrapping the paper as he muttered out,

"call me, I'll buy you dinner for all the freebies you gave me! This is my number..."

And looking down, coming to terms with his erection bulging out of his pants, rock solid and pulsing in his briefs, feeling suffocated in his own skin as he feels his breaths start to hitch and the knot in his stomach starting to tighten.

Osamu reads your last line before groaning into his fist and unzipping his pants, pulling his shirt up to his teeth to expose his flexed stomach,

“sweet dreams Miya-san.”

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POV: Y/N went on a mission without Keegan