Throughout The Entire Ceremony And Reception, Gojo Can’t Keep His Eyes And Hands Off Of You. Maybe

Husband!Satoru loves his wife so much, he could never say no to her. Husband!Satoru who doesn’t care if he spoils you, it’s how he shows his love. Husband!Satoru likes that you’re a little spoilt, at least you know he’ll give you whatever you want. Husband!Satoru lives to please you, that bag? you got it, he sees you looking at a necklace in a store window? hes giving it to you the next day, You want sushi? he’s figuring out the fastest way to get it for you. Husband!Satoru who loves to treat you like the princess you are, even in the bedroom. Husband!Satoru who wouldn’t be able to get off if you haven’t had a least one orgasm before he fuck you. Husband!Saturo who doesn’t care youre a bit of a pillow princess, you look so pretty laying there taking his cock anyway. Husband!satoru who would eat you out until you were crying because he loves to please. Husband!Satoru who loves to take photos while you take his coke, he just loves seeing his girl feeling good. Husband!Satoru who cums to the sound of your moans, you were like his personal goddess that he worships. Husband!satoru who doesn’t feel his job is done until your shaking, until the sheets are soaked, until hes soaked.

warnings: fem!reader, edging, overstim, handjob, lotsa cumming

needy!satoru who is a total sex addict. he's just so whipped for you and your pussy, he can't help the fact he has to fill you up with cum every chance he gets.

needy!satoru who will fuck you anytime, anywhere, from the bedroom, the kitchen counter, his workplace, the public restroom, anywhere.

needy!satoru who never gives your poor, overstimulated cunt a rest, either stuffing you full with his long, slender fingers, lapping furiously between your legs at his favorite meal, or his favorite, burying his heavy, swollen cock deep into your warm, gooey walls.

needy!satoru who you, as a result, put on a pussyban.

"babyy, c'mon.." needy!satoru whimpers, hands desperately clutching at your shirt as his pretty, snowy white lashes flutter at you, almost brimming with tears. he just doesn't know how he's gonna live without your pretty pussy!

you push him off, complaining about how sore you are, and that he's gonna be fine.

needy!satoru who after only a few hours, is already whining and pouting, trying his hardest to make you give in to him by constantly draping himself over you, or pressing against your body snugly.

needy!satoru who after a day and a half, is almost feral, his thick, curved shaft pulsing steadily against the confines of his sweatpants, the sight so lewd and obscene, you almost call off the ban.

almost.

needy!satoru who by day three, is practically humping the walls, rutting against your ass every time you turn around or bend over, and pouting when you push him away.

needy!satoru whose eyes roll back in his head, hips instinctively lifting for more when you reach across him for the tv remote, cock achingly hard and throbbing.

needy!satoru who thrusts himself into your hand desperately, pleading sweetly for you to stroke his cock just once, he needs it!

“fine, satoru.” you concede grudgingly, and more than a little wet at the sight of your pathetic boyfriend.

needy!satoru immediately sighs in relief, head lolling back as you finally take his neglected length into your hand, already oozing with glossy pre-cum.

"mmh jus' like that.." his hips rock against your hand steadily, as he quickly builds speed, so much pearly pre leaking out of the reddish divot on his head, it almost looks like he came already.

needy!satoru whose cock is already twitching and jerking in your grip, like it does when he's close, making you hum softly, "aww, is m'poor baby all worked up already? such a pathetic little thing you are.."

needy!satoru who loves it when you degrade him, and is only getting closer, his eyes screwing shut tight as he whimpers, girthy inches seeming to swell bigger, weeping tip gushing more dewy pre.

and when you lightly rub your thumb over needy!satoru's slit, hand tightening ever so slightly, he only lasts one more pump before he's spurting ribbon after ribbon of creamy white cum, splattering across his tummy as his hips stutter sloppily, a moaning, whimpering mess beneath you.

needy!satoru whose whines of pleasure only get higher as your hand never stops in its ministrations, continuing to stroke him off with renewed vigor, thumb sweeping the milky dredges of his seed across his sensitive tip back and forth, and back and forth.

needy!satoru whose hand weakly grabs your wrist, voice raspy as he groans, "b-baby, baby easy, i c-came already.."

needy!satoru whose embarrassed to say, is gonna cum again, and nearing the brink of overstimulation as big tears prick at his eyes.

"mmh.. m'gonna.. g-gonna..!" is all needy!satoru can say before he's making a mess of himself again, bucking wildly while his vision turns spotty.

your mouth curves into a cheeky grin, tittering as you take in the wrecked mess your needy!satoru made, hand still moving in slow, languid drags as you lean in closer, whispering in a sultry tone, "since y'er so eager, you're gonna let me milk you dry, until you can't even think about cumming without crying with overstimulation.."

✸ rafe begs to be in between your legs.

His hands reached out, gripping the fabric of your lace pink panties, with a frown on his face. He didn´t like being desperate like this, but he couldn´t it help it when it came to you.

You shoot him a glare, and his frown deepens "Stop it." you huff, moving his hands away. You knew he always got like this after a long day, but he had to use his words and ask politely, then maybe he would get what he wanted. He lets out a whine "Baby─ c´mon, don´t be mean." he pouted, just like a child begging to buy a toy at a store.

But unfortuantley you weren´t buying the whole adorable act just yet. "Use your words, rafe." you insisted, he let out another whine "Please. I really need you. C´mon." he begged, like a good boy.

Finally, you tugged your panties down. His face lit up, and he immediately moved over and spread your legs apart "I promise you won´t regret it." his voice hoarse and low, and before you could say anything, a soft moan slipped past your lips instead. The sensation of his tongue licking your sensitive folds took over.

Your hands tugged on his hair, he let out a groan in between your legs. His eyes shut, as his tongue continued their euphoric mentrations. He always needed this after a long day, your sweet and heavenly taste is what he craved for the most. It was an addiction, a beautiful addiction.

he was the biggest munch ever, but you would never complain, and he wouldn´t either.

He pulls away for a brief moment "I wanna stay here forever." he mumbled as he stuck his tongue out and licked over your puffy, sensitive clit. The way you moaned his name was music to his ears, a song he song he would never get tired of.

Pathetic piner!Gojo has loved you all his life. You’ve been best friends since you were in diapers and even though he didn’t know what love was at the ripe old age of two weeks, he knew, you were the one. 

Pathetic piner!Gojo lucked out when you two had gotten drunk during some stupid college party and you kissed him. Sure, you thought he was someone else, but a kiss was a kiss, until it turned into more. 

That ‘more’ was the best night of his life; he gotten to see sides of you he had only ever dreamed about, tasted inches of your skin he never thought he’d feel, and best of all?

He made you feel good. 

Maybe not as good as you made him feel but every time after that, he had worked hard to bring you closer and closer until you could share that feeling that’s been brewing in his heart since. 

Pathetic piner!Gojo wasn’t the biggest fan of the arrangement you two had began — he wanted more, craved more, but he didn’t dare push you. He’d lose his mind if that ever happened. So, instead, he told himself it was enough. He was your best friend, you trusted him with everything, you shared memories no one else could ever have, and you were in his bed practically every night. No one could replace him. 

And. That. Was. Enough. 

But…

You would do things that made him hopeful. When you brushed his hair back, adjusted his sunglasses, and called him ‘pretty.’ Things that threatened to pull his heart right out of his ribcage so he could give it to you. These were things that made him special. It must have been a sign of love, the kind that he feels, the obsessive, all-consuming, manic love.

Right?

Why is it then, that he’s watching a guy leave your apartment just as he’s carrying a bag full of takeout to surprise you with?

Pathetic piner!Gojo rushes to your room and bangs the door much louder than he’d like but he can’t seem to care about it. And when you open said door and come out, surprised and concerned, the words that leave his quivering lips are drowned out by the tears that are falling from his eyes. 

Pathetic piner!Gojo asks, voice rough and distorted, “Did you sleep with him? Do you love him?”

Thoroughly confused, you can only reply with an ‘uh, no?’

His laugh isn’t one you recognise. It’s mean and scathing but not at you. No, never at you. 

“Satoru, that was just a classmate dropping off some notes. What’s wrong?”

Pathetic piner!Gojo rambles on and it’s as if he can’t hear you. “So then why don’t you want to date me? Why don’t you love me the way I love you? Do you even have any idea how I feel? Baby, I feel like I’m dying. Like someone’s just torn a hole through my chest. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat or breathe or live! P-please…just give me a chance. I’ll be good.”

Pathetic piner!Gojo is baffled when you start laughing. His tears pause mid-way and he even feels the tips of his ears burning despite not knowing why exactly he should feel embarrassed. 

“Toru! You actual idiot. I thought we’ve been dating all this time.”

Pathetic piner!Gojo says, “Oh.”

“Get in, loser. We’re gonna have to have a talk.”

And despite the stern tone of your voice, Pathetic piner!Gojo smiles and skips inside your apartment feeling mighty good about himself. 

Until, of course, he realises he dropped the takeout. 

Nanami Kento hates fucking you from behind.

Not because it doesn’t feel good—no, it feels too good. He won’t deny how tight you are, how your pussy clenches around him like you’re made for him, how you shudder every time his hips snap forward.

He knows exactly how you fall apart in that position—shaky legs, pretty moans, hands grasping at sheets like they’ll save you.

But he still hates it.

Because he can’t see your pretty face.

He can’t watch the way your eyes roll back when he hits that spot. Can’t see the exact moment your lips part and his name slips out. Can’t admire how your expression shifts from teasing to begging, how you try to sass him through your whimpers, only to choke on your words when he pulls your hips back just a little harder.

And your husband, Kento, loves watching you unravel.

He wants to see the tremble in your lashes, the pout when you whine for more, the glazed-over look when you’re too far gone to think. He wants to hold your jaw, brush hair out of your face, press kisses to your temple as you fall to pieces just for him.

But still... when he’s behind you? The way you moan when his fingers dig into your waist, how your thighs shake when he grips your ass, the little gasp you let out when he tugs your hair just enough—it’s unfair. You're so responsive it drives him insane.

And yeah, maybe he hates not seeing your face…

But that doesn’t mean he won’t absolutely ruin you from behind.

Because while he may miss the way your lips tremble and your eyes won't meet his, he doesn’t mind watching your fingers claw at the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping you grounded.

“K—Kento . . . !” Your moan cracked mid-word, swallowed by a sharp gasp when he slammed into that one spot your own fingers could never quite reach.

“Yes, my darling?” His voice was like mocking you as if he wasn’t fucking you so deep your knees threatened to buckle.

Oh but the way he still calls you pet names while he's destroying you from the inside out?

Unfair.

Completely unhinged.

Devastatingly hot.

Your mouth hung open, useless, trembling around a moan you couldn't form. Words—his name, a plea, maybe even a warning—had tried to claw their way out, but they scattered the second he hit that spot again.

You didn’t even remember what you were going to say. Hell, you barely remembered your own name.

All you could think was...

Kento.

Kento.

Kento.

Kento.

Kento.

Kento.

Kento.

Kento.

Kento.

Kento.

Kento.

His cock.

His hands.

His voice in your fucking ear.

“Sweetheart . . .” he murmured, “What happened? You sounded so confident earlier, hmm . . ”

You couldn’t answer—you want to but your brain felt like static. Every time you tried to string a thought together, he’d roll his hips with that calculated precision that made you feel owned.

Your cheeks burned. You knew he could see it—your whole body flushed, skin hot and sticky with sweat, legs wobbling like a baby deer.

You tried to lift yourself up, maybe find a little leverage, but his hand was already wrapping around your waist, dragging you back onto him like you were nothing more than a toy for him to use.

“So sensitive. can’t even think straight.”

You shook your head, whimpering as your nails scraped against the sheets, desperate to hold onto something—anything—that would keep you sane.

But there was nothing.

It's just his cock, stretching you open again and again and again, owning every twitch of your body.

He leaned forward, the heat of his chest pressing to your back, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“did you forget what you were going to say?”

A whimper slipped out, pathetic and high-pitched.

You nodded.

He fucking chuckled.

Like he hadn’t just turned your entire body into one throbbing, overstimulated mess.

“you don’t need to think, you just have to take it.”

© [ adorekento ] do not steal, repost, or translate my work.

thinking about choso and the succubus that just won’t leave him alone :((

“p-please i can’t take any—hah! a-anymore,” choso sobbed, his fingernails digging roughly into the fat of your hips. you’ve been riding him for the past hour and a half and he was sure by this point he was shooting blanks. you’ve pulled four orgasms out of him and frighteningly enough you were showing no signs of stopping.

“i’m not done yet though cho,” you giggled, leaning down to press your lips against his. choso whimpered when your tongue, that was slightly longer than the average humans, slipped into his mouth. you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss when you felt him get harder inside of you.

choso’s eyes rolled into the back of his head when your tongue swirled around his, his mouth opening wider to give you more access. ‘what a slut’ he heard your voice echo in his head, arousal building up in his tummy. you abruptly pulled away from the kiss, a line of spit connecting your mouths.

“o-oh!” choso’s abs clenched when you lifted off of his cock, a loud squelching sound following. “pretty…y-you’re so pretty,” his voice was shaky as he praised you, tears of awe and overstimulation brimming his eyes. you didn’t say anything, instead you kissed your way down his chest, stopping when you reached his pelvic area.

choso heard your voice in his head once more, nodding at your question. ‘you want it?’ you had asked, the seduction in your voice as tempting as ever. choso’s back arched off the bed when he felt your tongue slither around the base of his dick. now this was new for him.

your tongue was able to wrap around almost every inch of him, massaging his most sensitive parts. you the felt the veins on the underside throb rapidly against your tongue, he was already so so close.

“s-stop—wait, w-wait no keep going, no n-no wait stoppp,” choso sobbed, tears now steaming down his reddened cheeks. he gasped finally at the loss of contact, his chest heaving rapidly. “w-why’d you stop?” he whimpered, his bottom lip pushing into a pout as if he wasn’t just begging and crying you to stop :((

choso jumped slightly when your wings expanded, shielding both of you from the light of his bedside lamp. “from this point forward i wan’ you to keep those pretty lips shut, got it?” he heard your honey smooth voice say firmly. choso nodded quickly, “yes, y-yes i’m sorry. no more talking i promise.” such an obedient lil thing.

choso’s mouth dropped open, a loud, pornographic moan belting from his chest. you focused your attention on his weeping tip, moaning at the sweet yet salty taste that was him. you toyed with his balls in your hand, giving them a hearty squeeze—

“o-oh f-fuckkk!”

you pulled off his tip with an obscene slurping sound, “cmon cho gimme all your cum. be a good boy and give it to me.” choso mewled, his thighs now trembling rather violently.

“i-i can’t it’s too much i don’t think i—”

“nonsense. i know you got one more in you for me pretty boy,” you cooed, sloppily kissing the inside of his thigh before sinking you teeth into the soft, sweaty flesh. choso let out a loud cry, the whites of his eyes showing before he came. hard.

“f-fuck!”

choso jolted away, a thin sheen of sweat covering his chest and face. his palms were sweaty and his heart was beating a million miles a second—the fuck happened to him?

he turned on his bedside lamp and looked around the entire room, although he wasn’t entirely sure what he had been looking for. his lips turned into a frown when he noticed his boxers had felt sticky. “again?” he sighed in defeat once his eyes landed on his messy boxers and very hard dick.

he lightly touched his cock over his boxers, immediately whimpering at how sensitive he was. “i’ll be quick, r-real quick,” he let out a sigh of relief when his hand began to palm at his boxers, he internally cringed when he felt how wet and sticky they were. his nostrils flared once he finally reached his hand in his boxers, gripping his throbbing cock with need.

his eyes trailed from his dick to his thigh, his brows furrowing when he noticed a bite mark???

while still stroking his cock he lightly touched the bite mark, his breath hitching when it actually felt good? why did it feel so good?

“hah! o-oh wow,” choso breathlessly chuckled, his hips bucking up when he pressed down on the mark once more. oh how he desperately wished he had something to fuck right now. his eyes fluttered shut, his mind trying remember the very lewd dream that had him so worked up.

as choso fucked his fist desperately you hid in the darkest corner of his room, watching him with lustful eyes. choso was always such a needy lil thing, if he had even a semi hard on he couldn’t contain the urge to relieve himself—that’s why you liked him so much and ventured into his dreams every night.

your lips lifted into a smirk when you heard him cum with a needy whine, white ropes on cum shooting onto his toned chest. he didn’t stop there though no no, he kept going, milking his dick until he was writhing in overstimulation. what a slutty man he was.

“m’still hard,” choso mumbled, poking the tip of his leaking cock. his lip caught between his teeth, his nose scrunching when he wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing softly. “one more s-should—mmph! do it,” he sighed, now slowly stroking his dick, a wet shlicking noise echoing throughout the room.

oh you were in for a real treat tonight.

sleeping beauty. - pt. two

pt. one | pt. two | pt. three

Pairing: Professor!Gojo x Student!Reader

cw: professor x (18+) student

Summary: Professor!Gojo has a crush on his Student!Reader, and he also loves to tease.

Student!Reader; You could not focus in today’s lecture, no matter how hard you tried. Instead, your eyes were fluttering between the clock that hung over the blackboard and the man pacing the auditorium floor in front of you.

Today, he seemed different. Your usually aloof professor seemed distracted. The time he would have usually taken to explain a concept in depth was now replaced by a quick summary before moving onto the next topic. Not that it mattered, anyways. Being able to fathom anything he was saying was a near-impossible task as you found yourself much preferring to study the outlines of his arms in his fitted black turtle neck he was wearing today; to study the curve of his back and the flex of his muscles as he moved throughout the floor. You would rather study how his black slacks hugged at his tones thighs, and how it hugged his butt just perfectly. You bit the end of your pen to distract yourself from the thoughts that started flooding into your head and glanced back at the analogue clock. 2:45 pm. You sighed and slumped into your chair, another 45 minutes to go.

You bit down harder on your pen as you watched his arm muscles flex as he brushed his loose hair from his face as he glanced down at his watch. How could your cohort not be attracted to him? Even you were. You, who never gave a man the time of day unless he put effort into you first. Granted, you could acknowledge when a pass-byer on the street was above average in the looks department, but at least you weren’t confined in a room with them for over three hours a day. A sigh escaped your lips, ‘and now I’m gonna need to be alone with him’. The thought alone was enough for your heart to skip a beat.

Professor!Gojo; Much to his embarrassment, he found his eyes frequently wandering away from his cohort and flickering down, eager to see how much time had passed on the large gold watch on his wrist. More often than not, the five minute intervals of time passing left him in a more impatient mood as his lecture went on.

Usually, he relished in his lecture time periods. He loved watching how his students eyes would light up when he explained something just right, that they were finally able to draw conclusions for themselves or understand whatever complicated content was on his course schedule for that day.

But today was different. Today, he wanted the class to be over from the moment it began. He did not want his usual students to approach him for help, he did not want the class to run overtime (as it usually did because he would be adamant in making sure his class understood the content properly), nor did he want to pull his eyes away from you. He could tell, just as he did, you also put more effort into your appearance today. Your usually bag t-shirt was now replaced with a slightly tighter-fitting top, and your hair was tied back—a stark contrast from your usual semi-unruly bed head. And you were on time. Seeing you in your seat before he entered the class left him eager. You were also excited, he knew it.

“Sleeping beauty is on time!” He had greeted you when he walked into the lecture hall, feigning shock—earning from you that flush he adored. His eyes had immediately fallen on you, as if you were a magnate and he were just a maegre paperclip.

He knew that he was on your mind that night, he knew your restlessness was the reason you woke up early to pick an outfit and get to class on time. He knew he was the reason you stood in front of your wardrobe, trying on different outfits until you find the one.

God, he wanted class to be over with. He glanced back down at his watch. 2:45pm. He bit back a sigh and pushed his hair out of his eyes as he looked back up at his class, catching a glimpse of you biting the end of your pen. Why did you have to tease him like that? He shouldn’t be jealous of a pen.

Student!Reader; 3:35pm. He’s late. You sat at one of the lab tables facing the door, eyes fixated on the handle—waiting for even the slightest of movements. You felt like an idiot, as if you were a puppy eagerly waiting for your owner to come home. Everytime you heard the slightest movement outside the door your heart would race, only for you to feel deflated when it was nothing but students passing by.

You tried to distract yourself, pulling out your learning materials to prepare for the tutoring session, trying desperately to still your shaking hands.

Professor!Gojo; The biology labs were on the other side of the campus from where his lectures were held, and his pace to reach the labs was short of a jog, but he tried to convince himself he was speed walking at most. He checked his watch, while readjusting the stack of notes tucked under his other arm. 3:40. Shit. More than just his usual cohort of students had surrounded him that day, apparently his carefully curated outfit was a hit and had worked better than he intended.

When he finally arrived at the biology building, he lingered out front for a moment, composing himself and straightening out his clothes.

Professor!Gojo; He couldn’t help but laugh at how you jumped when he opened the door. “I hope I didn’t make her Highness wait too long,” he smirked at how quickly you were to flush as he strode towards you, relishing in how quick you were to avert your eyes.

“No, I figured you were caught up,” you mumbled as he sat in front of you, watching as you tried to distract yourself by rearranging your already neatly laid out belongings. Another smile breaks out on his face as you quickly glance up to meet his eyes and are just as quick to look away. He loved the way you crumbled under his gaze, how you didn’t know how to conduct yourself as he watched you. He wanted to see you become even more undone. He wanted to be the tension that tugged at the string, until it finally snapped.

“Awh,” your professor fake pouts, carelessly leaning forward to rest his chin on his hand. “You didn’t miss me?”

“N-no! It’s not like that—I just knew that there are other students that stay after class to ask for your help and—“ his chuckle was enough to cut you off, an intoxicating low rumbled that flooded every crevice of your mind. He watched as you bit your lip, forcing yourself to stop talking. He wanted to do that for you. He wanted to stop your ramblings in so many different ways, to instead replace your ramblings with sweet sounds while he was the one to bite your bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you, Princess. That’s a promise.”

Oh, how he wanted to see you melt.

Professor!Gojo; On his commute home, you were the only thing on his mind. The only thing he could think about. You were the reason why his knuckles were turning white as he gripped at his steering wheel .

The way your lips looked plump and wet after you took a sip from your water bottle. The way you would brush your hair back over your shoulder when it fell. The way you smelled of vanilla, even now on his way home he could still smell you, he could still taste the scent on his tongue. The way you looked at him through your lashes as you bent over the notes he passed you. It all drove him insane, and he wanted more. He needed to see more.

His knuckles tightened on the wheel as he recalled the way you bit down on your pen while you were focusing, a habit he has long observed, and a habit that has long driven him crazy.

And god, when you called him ‘Sir’ with that pen between your lips. Gojo groaned, banging his hands on his steering wheel when he came to a stop. He thought he was being smart, offering himself as your private tutor—but how was he meant to keep himself from you? How is he meant to just be your professor and nothing more?

‘But…’ he remembered, ‘she never moved away’. When he leaned in closer to you, you never flinched back. You simply flushed that delectable way and averted your eyes; but still, you never moved. Even when your faces were inches apart.

“Okay,” he exasperated into his empty car. “Okay,” he said again, this time slower, trying to reassure his agitated and restless nerves. “Tomorrow…”

‘Tomorrow’.

He thought.

‘Tomorrow, I will try more’.

© cyberyam

Frat Rafe - Backseat Heat

Summary: A night out ends with Rafe finally acting on all the tension that’s been building between you, leading to an intense and heated moment in the backseat of his car. He’s possessive, desperate, and determined to make you his.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warning: Explicit smut, rough sex, dirty talk, possessiveness, slight choking, public setting (car), strong language.

Disclaimer: 18+

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The second the car door slams shut, Rafe’s on you. His mouth crashes against yours, all teeth and desperation, his breath hot and heavy as he fists the back of your hair, tugging just hard enough to make you whimper. The leather seats squeak beneath you as he shifts, pressing you further into the door, caging you in with his broad frame.

“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy all night,” he mutters against your lips, his hands already pushing up the hem of your dress, fingers rough against your thighs. “Walking around like that, acting all innocent. You knew what you were doing.”

You barely get the chance to respond before he’s yanking your panties to the side, his fingers sliding through the slick evidence of just how much you wanted this too. His lips trail down your jaw, sucking hard enough to leave marks, to claim you in a way that’ll have everyone knowing exactly who you belong to tomorrow. His other hand grips your thigh, dragging you closer, pulling your legs apart with an urgency that makes you tremble.

“Rafe,” you breathe, nails digging into his biceps as he pushes two fingers inside you, curling them just right. Your back arches off the seat, a moan slipping out before you can stop it. He watches you intently, his pupils blown wide, the smirk tugging at his lips only adding to the fire burning between you.

“Yeah?” he smirks, dragging his thumb over your clit in slow, torturous circles. “That feel good? Bet you’ve been wet for me all night.”

You nod frantically, gripping his wrist to keep him right there, right where you need him. But he’s relentless, teasing, bringing you to the edge before pulling back with a dark chuckle, leaving you breathless and desperate.

“Not so fast, baby. I wanna feel you come on my cock.”

His hands work quickly, unbuckling his belt, shoving his jeans down just enough before he’s gripping your hips and pulling you onto his lap. The head of his cock drags through your slick folds, teasing, making you whimper in frustration as he runs it over your clit, smearing your arousal.

“Beg for it,” he demands, voice husky, lips brushing against your ear. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

You’re too far gone to care about pride. “Please, Rafe,” you pant, rolling your hips against him. “Need you so bad. Need you to fuck me.”

That’s all he needs to hear. With a sharp thrust, he’s inside you, stretching you open, stealing the breath from your lungs. A guttural groan escapes him as he grips your hips, guiding you over him, setting a punishing pace that has you gasping, nails clawing at his shoulders. Each stroke has you feeling every inch of him, the delicious burn sending shivers up your spine.

“Fuck, baby. So tight,” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your lips as he thrusts up into you. The car rocks slightly with the force, the windows fogging up, the air thick with heat and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Every thrust hits deep, sends pleasure coiling tight in your stomach, and when his fingers find your clit again, rubbing quick, messy circles, you’re done for.

You shatter around him, his name spilling from your lips as pleasure consumes you, body tensing before melting into bliss. The way you squeeze around him has him following right after, his grip bruising as he buries himself deep, groaning into your neck, filling you completely.

For a moment, the only sound is your ragged breathing. Then, Rafe smirks, pressing a lazy kiss to your jaw. “Think we might have to make this a regular thing, baby.”

His fingers trace slow, lazy patterns over your thighs, a silent promise.

Satoru woke up with a start.

His pulse raced. His breaths came out laboured, heavy, as he recovered from waking up so suddenly.

The contents of his dream - no, his nightmare - were quickly leaving his head. He knew it had something to do with you. He knew his chest was constricting in fear. He was sure there was blood, lots of it. Even though nothing was clear, he knew what he must have dreamed of.

He looked to the other side of the bed.

You weren't there.

But he knew you wouldn't be. He knew you were sent on a mission at the worst possible time. He'd insisted on going instead, but you said you'd be fine. He reached out for the dressing table beside the bed, where both of your phones would usually be. Instead, it was just his tonight, and he grabbed his phone.

2:46 A.M.

Satoru sighed and got up. His throat was dry, and he could do with a midnight treat. He stretched his arms out, yawning as he made his way through the bedroom door. He had to step through the living room in order to make it to the kitchen.

On the coffee table, in front of the sofa, were cookies.

Despite his grogginess, Satoru smiled.

He loved having kids.

The trap they had set up was so obvious. Satoru couldn't help but chuckle.

He grabbed the cookies, knowing it would set off the trap, which was somehow supposed to capture Santa Claus - a man who may not have been taller than Satoru, maybe not even much more white haired, but definitely a man who weighed a lot more. The measly trap barely captured a half of Satoru's hand.

He took the trap off, and ate the cookies, eyeing the milk left out wearily - there was no way he trusted milk that had been out since who knows when.

Lights suddenly turned on, not blinding Satoru since he knew what was coming. He still winced, to be all dramatic, and hissed as he saw the kids gape at him. Tsumiki seemed fully awake and energetic, while Megumi, behind her, was still rubbing sleep from out of his eyes.

"Aw, what!" Tsumiki huffed, stomping her foot. "You're not the one we wanted!"

Satoru smirked as he took another bite of the cookie. "That's a bit rude, no? Is Santa the one who bought you all those sweets last week?"

"Those were for you, be honest," Megumi grumbled, walking over to the couch and sprawling over it, resting his head.

"Even when you're tired, you find a way to annoy me," Satoru grunted. "Anyways," Satoru said, as he continued munching. "I thought you didn't believe in Santa, 'Gumi."

"I don't," Megumi said hesitantly. "But..." He looked away. "It doesn't hurt to try and figure something out."

Satoru chuckled. "So, were you excited to see a big man with white hair munching away?"

Tsumiki pouted. "Don't laugh! I really thought we caught him!" She let out a loud sigh and walked over to the couch as well, pushing Megumi's legs to the side so she could sit comfortably as well. "I was so ready to tell everyone at school."

"Well, tell them you got something better," Satoru grinned, gesturing to himself. Megumi huffed, reaching his hand out and slapping the crumbs off of his shirt.

"When's Y/N getting back?" Megumi asked.

Satoru, reminded of you and the nightmare he'd had, grimaced slightly. "I'm not sure." He pulled out his phone from his pocket. No texts or calls from you. You were in a different timezone, opposite to Japan, and if the kids weren't here, Satoru would simply pop in and check on you. To be frank, Tsumiki and Megumi were kids that Satoru would never worry about leaving alone for a week, much less two mere seconds. But he knew you'd yell at him and he'd rather not have that.

And he himself would rather not leave the kids alone on Christmas - it was too important of a day.

Satoru looked over at the presents under the Christmas tree. The light was dimmed by the lights of the rest of the room. But it was important. It held a special place in this family's hearts now. These were the same lights they had used for two years of Christmas, now the third.

There were just as many presents as there had been during their first Christmas.

"Will she get here before we're supposed to wake up?" Tsumiki asked, tilting her head. The tinge of hopefulness made Satoru's heart churn. He really needed a confirmation from you, something that said that you were alright.

"She said she'd try," Satoru said, forcing a smile. "But what's the point when the two of you can't get up tomorrow because you're tired from staying up! She'll end up blaming me for that, you know?"

Tsumiki giggled, and Satoru chuckled along, as he began to usher them both to bed.

Once he had successfully done so, wishing the two goodnight and shutting their door, he let out a tired sigh. He looked back down at his phone, and still, nothing, no word from you or from anyone else about you.

He got a bit too scared to head back to bed, even though he wouldn't like to admit it out loud. He was nervous about living through that nightmare again. He went to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and washing his face again.

As he slowly prepared himself to go to bed, practically procrastinating it, he swear he heard a noise. It was a subtle and quiet. A knock on the door, making sure it wouldn't wake up the kids. Satoru practically tripped over his feet, dashing to the door, as quietly as he could, and fumbling with the lock as he opened it. He didn't need to check a peephole to check who it was. He just knew.

He swung the door open, and there you were, bundled up in winter clothes to withstand the cold air that had blown into your shared home now, no doubt making Satoru freeze in his light pyjamas. But Satoru couldn't care. He was too happy to see you, your chapped and bitten lips, your tired smile, your loving eyes, your slightly runny nose.

Satoru grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss.

You melted into it. You missed his warmth and his presence as much as he missed yours, even if it hasn't been a measly 24 hours. For some reason, not being able to sleep in bed together when one of you had missions at night, was always worse.

You tapped out, your freezing fingers unable to move much anymore. "Inside?" Satoru asked, breathlessly. You nodded, shivering despite your warm attire. He nodded and hurried you inside, shutting the door. Your home was heated well, but the presence of the people you loved probably made it feel all the more warmer.

Before you could take any of your winter clothes off, Satoru reached out and pulled you in for a hug. You chuckled, exhaustion seeping through, but hugged back anyways. "Did something happen, Toru?"

Satoru squeezed you tighter. "Nightmare," he whispered. He knew your next question. "I'm alright now though."

"Are you sure?" You asked, patting his back lightly.

He smiled, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "Yeah." He took a deep breath. "You're here now."