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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy - G.S.
Synopsis. He knows that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels. And you know that you want nothing more than to stay by his side. After meeting an alluring cowboy at Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon, both of you are sure of one thing - this must be fate.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, wild west! AU, cowboy! Satoru, mayorâs daughter! Reader, Satoru is SO DOWN BAD, angst, kinda slowburn, friends-to-lovers, bartender! Nanami, cunnilingus, oral sex (female + male receiving), unprotected sex, gun violence, pet names (mâlady, my love, + others), tumbleweed bandits, reader and Satoru are both going through stuff, Gege cameo, swearing, authorâs daddy issues come out.
Word count. 12.1k (Iâm scared)
A/N. You know how hard it was to make this all cowboy-y. Anyway thatâs off the bucket list.
Art by @_3aem on X.
âSo, you itchinâ for a beating from me or yerâ wife?â
Glowering down at the drunk old pervert as he waddled away in fear, you sigh as you dust down your heavy skirts. Typical. The sun beats down on your face as you look up at that familiar faded banner.
Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon
The only bar in your little town of Rustcliffe, and by default the only one around for miles. You hated this place - not the saloon, no, the handsome bartender there was always a sweetheart. But at some point, the comfort of your quaint old town had become too comfortable.
But thatâs a story for another time. Right now, you were here to drag your father back home - per usual.Â
Rolling your eyes at the cacophony of drunken voices carrying from inside, you step through the dust-bitten swinging doors.Â
What hits you first is the stench of cheap alcohol, and then the inebriated camaraderie of the men around you. In the dim lighting of the saloon, you squeeze through the crowded tables and make your way to the bar.Â
Not a hair out of place, as usual, Nanami lights up when he spots you. âWell, itâs been a while. Here for the mayor again?â he speaks over the boisterous laughs around you.Â
You flash him a smile, âYeah, you know my father. Fraternizinâ with the voters and all that.â you wave off your fatherâs excuse to come down here.Â
âCertainly takes his job very seriously.â Nanami chuckles, âYouâll find him over by the window, in the back.â he points.Â
Tipping your head in thanks, you walk the treacherous track to take your animated father home. When you come in view of his table, you find that he wasnât alone. Damn, it was always harder to convince him to go when with other people.
You know your father has spotted you by his lively laugh and gleeful shouts, âAh, my daughter! My beautiful daughter! Whatcha doinâ here? Come come! Thereâs someone I wanâ introduce you to.âÂ
A smile slips out unintentionally at his almost-endearing pride. You mentally prepare yourself to say some awkward hellos to some of your fatherâs old drinking buddies before dragging him home.Â
Upon reaching your father, he immediately pulls you into a drunken embrace, wrapping his slightly rocky arm around your shoulders. âThis is the daughter I was telling ya about! Prettiest girl in town! Hell, maybe even the country, knowinâ ma girl.â he prattles.Â
In his jovial state, he abruptly turns to face whoever he was drinking with, unsteady on his two feet. Probably another old geezer, you assume not taking your eyes off your father until you could make sure he wonât collapse on the bar floor for the third time this month.
Finally, you look up.Â
Your eyes meet blue.Â
Blue, blue summer skies.Â
To Satoru, you were the most gorgeous girl heâd ever seen. As soon as he caught a glimpse of you menacingly threatening that creep outside through the window, every word the mayor said went in one ear and he couldnât even remember if it went out the other. Too entranced.Â
And when he introduced you as his daughter? Shit, it might just be fate.
âCâmon now boy! Cat got yerâ tongue? What happened to that sharp mouth of yours?â
The booming voice of your father snaps Satoru out of his captivation. Damn, he mustâve been staring for too long.Â
Mentally praying you werenât spooked by his speechlessness, he finally speaks, voice slightly shaky at your presence, âAh- Good day mâlady. Apologies for my impoliteness, the nameâs Satoru Gojo.â he tips his crisp white hat. Gently grasping your hand in his, he places a delicate kiss, looking up at you as he awaits your response.
You gaze, slightly awe-struck, at his ethereally beautiful white locks and the impish grin from where he held your hand. His lips were so soft.
âOh!â you startle at the clap of your fatherâs hand on your shoulder. Shit, you were definitely staring too long. Rushing to introduce yourself, you quickly interject a âNice to meet you, Satoruâ before your father starts leading the conversation once more.
âSatoru here is a traveler, arrived jusâ today! Told him people like us could never, I mean imagine, right?â he slurs.Â
Your ears perk up at this piece of information, âOh? Are you really a traveler, Satoru? How admirable.â you gush, previous bashfulness forgotten. Was thatâŚa blush spreading across his face? Couldnât be - your town's whiskey was known to give people rosy cheeks on occasion.
âThank you, mâlady. Itâs nothing special really, jusâ staying here a while.â he barely gets the words out before you father bellows a tangent - âDonâ be shy, boy! How wondrous traveling is, kids these days could use some toughening up!â
Both of you rush to catch your father as he sways with a passion seen only during election rallies. It takes the two of you to steady the man. As he continues babbling half-lucidly, you cock your head sweetly at Satoru, âHelp me take him outside?âÂ
Satoru thinks his knees might give out then and there.
The air is chilly by the time the three of you step outside, sun making its way below the horizon. Despite your fatherâs protests that he can ride home on his own, he knocks out as soon as Satoru gracefully mounts him on his horse. Carefully saddling behind him, you try to make sure your father doesnât fall off of Satoruâs beautiful white Quarter horse.
âYou really donât have to escort us home, Satoru. My olâ man wouldnât even feel it if he fell, I swear.â you insist as Satoru holds onto the reins from the ground, feeling bad for bothering him.
âItâs no trouble. After all, Gege seems to like him very much, hm?â Satoru remarks as he turns to his stallion, who attempts to bite him in response, âCanât say the same for myself.â
âHmm, how can I be sure yerâ not a serial killer?â you tease, reveling in the sharp laugh it draws from him.
âYouâll jusâ have to take a chance on me, mâlady.â he hums, eyes sparkling with mirth. Thereâs a lull in the conversation as Satoru pulls on the reins to start walking you down the road, the rhythmic clip-clop! of the horse filling the still air.
âSo you travel?â
âThis is a nice town.â
Both of you speak at once, anxious to fill the silence, only to sputter self-consciously.
âYou can-â
âNo no, itâs only customary for a lady to go first.â he hums, looking up at you.Â
âTell me stories of your travels.â you breathe out, eager for any crumb of escape from your little town.Â
As you made your way home to the sprawling family ranch, the night adorned itself with twinkling stars that matched the mischievous glint in Satoruâs eyes as he told you bizarre tales from his life on the road.Â
âIN MY DEFENSE, it was dark anâ that tumbleweed was shaped suspiciously like a lowly bandit. Hey- donât laugh- it was a very heated standoff!â Satoru exclaims animatedly as you cackle.Â
âYeah yeah, keep telling yourself that, cowboy. Even bandits woulda run away from your clownery.â delighted at the way the moonlight illuminates the blush that tinges his ears.Â
Making a fool of himself, Satoruâs stories have you laughing until your cheeks hurt, wishing you could experience them too. You almost forget about your fatherâs deafening snores and the bite of the wind.Â
But Satoru does not. Brows furrowing as he catches your slight shiver, he mentally berates himself for forgetting his manners. How dare he let a lady suffer the cold while he still had his fuckinâ coat! What a sorry excuse for a cowboy, this is worse than that time he accidentally lassoed a rattlesnake.
Hastily shrugging his coat off, he passes it to you with a sheepish smile on his face.Â
Face heating up against the cold draft, you breathe in the smell of pine, amber, and something so Satoru. Clearly not as affected as you are, Satoru launches back into his stories.
If Satoru thought his knees were going to give out before then he knows theyâre about to now. He aims to keep his eyes steadfast on the road as he recalls his endeavors, because heâs aware that even one glance at you all wrapped up in his coat wouldnât be too good for him.
Making out the warm lights in the distance, his heart falls as he realizes his time with you is drawing to an end. You seem to share similar sentiments, as you sigh silently.
Once again, a silence falls upon you two (well, three if your slumbering father counted) - but this time, it was serene. You could almost drift to sleep if it wasnât for your motherâs frantic calls for you from the front porch.Â
âOh, darlinâ, I was so worried! I didnât think it would be so late out!â she frets as Satoru helps you get down from his horse. Hands on your waist searing into your skin.Â
Clearly awoken due to the commotion, your dad stumbles his way down and towards your red brick villa.Â
âAh, honey! Iâm homeâŚsomehowâŚyou know, I met the most interesting fella Something-toru. A wanderer, real interesting.â turning comically to Satoru, he exclaims in delight âSomething-toru! How didya get âere?âÂ
Stifling his laughs, Satoru backs away, claiming he had to leave before your father roped him into more rounds of drinks. Which clearly didnât work because your mother approaches him, âStay, Satoru, stay! Canât have you sleepinâ underneath some tree when you escorted our darling daughter all the way out here.â
Any refusals are immediately blocked out by your very inebriated father yelling out in agreement, claiming he wanted to listen to more of Satoruâs âfunny lilâ storiesâ. Your parents head inside - well, more like your mother heads inside with your father in tow - having taken his speechlessness for agreement.
As you follow, you turn to Satoru, a strange part of you gleeful at the fact you wonât have to part with him for now. âWeâve got an extra room, and itâs got yerâ name on it. The stablehand will stall Gege, câmon, itâll be a lot better than the ground.â you grin.
âHey! The ground can be very comfortable.â Satoru declares defensively, yet follows you inside anyway.
Itâs only rushed goodbyes and promises to talk tomorrow morning as the housemaids fuss around Satoru. âGoodnight mâlady.â heâd winked as your head housekeeper clutched her pearls at his dirty boots on her recently polished hardwood floors.
That night, as you lay in your childhood bed, you realize that you still have Satoruâs coat on. Whether from his coat or something else entirely that you did not want to explore, you felt so warm inside.
---
Morning dawns with the symphony of the Western meadowlark that nudges you gently awake - usually. Today, itâs abruptly shattered as the door bursts open and someone barges into your room. Judging by the thud of hefty boots, you knew very well who it was.Â
âRise nâ shine, mâlady!â Satoruâs voice - way too cheerful for six in the morning - chirps out.Â
Itâs been a few days since Satoru has been staying with you. Now more a friend than a guest, you expect heâs come to wake you up for a morning ride with Gege, watching the sun rise as you exchange silly banter. But itâs so earlyâŚ
âWhat do you want, Something-toru.â you grumble out from in-between your comfy covers. You secretly delight at his whines of âHow dare you not remember my name, I even told you about the rattlesnake lasso!âÂ
The warmth of your bed and the melody of Satoruâs voice has you sluggishly falling back asleep - thatâs before he promptly sits on your bed. The force of it bouncing you both, making you sit up with a laugh.
Satoru was on your bed.
Satoru was on your bed. Shit, after what your father told him this morning, he wouldnât blame you if you kicked him out with a punch to his pretty nose right this second. Mentally slapping himself a million times over, he hurriedly gets out the reason he was sent in to wake you up in the first place, âAh- Um, the mayor is meeting withâŚsomeone important, wanted you to come down and meet him. Well, if thaâs all then Iâll be going, Gege wonât brush himself, sadly.â
And before you could get another word out, heâs swiftly out the door.Â
Satoru was on your bed. Your cheeks slightly heat up as you realize you didnât mind?
His words ring in your ears as you get ready for the day - if it was someone important, then you might as well dress to impress. Impress someone else too. Shaking off these strange thoughts from your mind, you make your way downstairs, nose wrinkling at the smell of tobacco that greets you.
Youâve always hated the stench of the overpriced tobacco your father brings out to impress guests. âThere she is! My daughter!â your father smiles, beckoning you over. âThereâs someone whoâs here to see you.âÂ
Grimacing at the cloud of smoke, you take a seat on the plush sofa beside your father. He gestures at the man seated in front of him, âThis here is Naoya.â
Despite his sharply handsome features, you shift uncomfortably at the way he watches you like a predator appraising his prey, eyes following your every movement. Apparently approving of what he saw, his lips curl into a smirk, âYour future husband.â he says saccharinely sweet.
What the fuck?
âFather?â you panickedly turn to him for answers, voice strained at your attempt to keep it even. But your father merely guffaws out a laugh, âWell well, nothing confirmed just yet. But you know with the way things are going with the re-election, might as well get to know a suitor and...â his voice trails off as he takes another puff of his cigar.Â
âMy apologies sir, I refuse.â you drone out, looking straight at Naoya. You donât miss the way his smirk grows leeringly as he mutters âYou donât have too much of a say in this matter, sweetcheeks.â The audacity.
Apparently your father doesnât hear, a more grave expression taking over his face, âNow Iâve talked with Naoya, youâre of marriageable age. And as young as I feel, I wonât be around forever. You need someone to take care of you, dear. Weâve talked about this.âÂ
Tears prick at your eyes as you abruptly stand up, disturbing the smoke around you. âI can take care of myself.â you spit out venomously, storming your way to the heavy front door in an attempt to run away from this situation.
In the dim sunlight filtering through the curtains, Naoya watches in amusement as you stomp out of the room. Hilarious, the feisty ones were always the best.Â
Over the mayorâs ramble of apologies, he grins âNo donât worry about that. Sheâll be mine either way.â
The heavy wooden door creaks in protest as you slam it shut, echoing your frustration. The brisk air is a temporary relief from the suffocating atmosphere inside.
âTalked about thisâ your ass. Every conversation - if you can even call them that - was a heated warning about being married off before you end up a spinster. You couldnât care less about ending up alone if it didnât mean living life with a man that talked to you like that.
Your thoughts block out the crunch of the gravel beneath your boots as your feet subconsciously lead you to the stables, where you used to play hide-and-seek as a kid. More recently, though, it has become an escape from conversations like these.Â
Approaching its familiar wooden doors, you catch a glimpse of Satoru, back turned and meticulously grooming Gege.
Sensing your presence, he turns with an easy smile that quickly fades as he notices the deep furrow of your brows. âHey there, mâlady. Everything alrighâ?â cerulean eyes flit across your face worriedly.
âOh yeah, everythingâs great. Just got introduced to my absolute asshat of a future husband.â as if Satoruâs concerned expression makes something in you snap, the words tumble out along with your tears.
âI donât even- The way he looked at me- Can you even believe?â
Satoru was about to rip apart whoever this load of horse manure was that made tears streak down your pretty face. Throwing his brush down - which Gege didnât quite appreciate - he quickly envelopes you in his arms, letting you muffle your sobs.
âHey hey. Itâll be alright, weâll work something out. I promise, mâlady.â he consoles.Â
Eventually, as your cries die down, you look up to see the rising sun casting a soft glow on Satoruâs features, illuminating the sincerity in his gaze.
The determined glint in his eyes emboldens you, âYerâ right, I will not be forced into a marriage, especially with someone like Naoya. Iâm not anyoneâs property.â
A subtle warmth is present in Satoruâs gaze as he utters, âThaâs my girl.â before reeling back and backtracking immediately, âAh! I mean- good for you mâlady. Naoya ainât the one. Anyway, tell me about this âasshatâ.â
You raise a brow teasingly at his rapid change of demeanor, before plopping down on the hay, launching into your first impression of Naoya and why the rumors downtown of him making babies cry were probably true.Â
The sun shines high in the sky as you lay there in peaceful silence, only to be broken by the doubt weighing heavy on your mind. âIâm scared.â you admit.
Satoru turns from his place beside you from the hay, âItâs alright, you got Gege and myself beside you. If Naoya ainât the one then he ainât the one.âÂ
Your eyes meet his twinkling gaze, âYeah, heâs not the one.â
The air grows charged with something unspoken as the silence stretches out. Satoru can feel the tips of his ears burning at your words - stop it Satoru, she didnât mean anything by it. As always, he retreats into humor to break the crackling silence.Â
âIâd help you hide the body, yâknow. Then you can have a shotgun wedding with whoever you want to share your days with.â
âOh yeah? What if he turns out just like that asshat?â you challenge.Â
âWell, if it doesnât work out, you can always run away with me. Fightinâ tumbleweeds together.â Satoru makes light of the situation, in an attempt to etch that beautiful smile on your face once more. It works, as you throw your head back and laugh.
âYeah, Iâd love that.â you get out in-between giggles.Â
If someone looked at you like Satoru did, you probably wouldnât mind marrying them. A voice whispers in the back of your mind, sending your brows furrowing once again.
Meanwhile, Satoru finally had a name for your future not-husband - Naoya.
Urgently getting up and removing the hay stuck to your clothes once you hear your housemaids calling for you, you leave Satoru with a grateful smile that had him swooning out loud immediately after the stable door shut - to the very visible judgment of Gege.
It felt like a knife in his chest when the mayor tittered secretly to him about your future husband this morning, thoughts of you getting married plaguing his mind all morning. Well, if you were happy then itâs fine, isnât it?Â
He was halfway through imagining you in a beautiful dress of white when youâd arrived with a cloudy expression covering your gorgeous features. If Satoru had thought hearing about your fiancĂŠ was like being stabbed, then the despair on your face made him feel like he was completely cleaved in half.Â
You deserve someone that deserves you. Probably not him. Certainly not Naoya.
Walking back to the house to fetch his riding gloves, heâs lost in the thoughts of standing off against a faceless man calling himself your husband when he bumps into somebody.
âMy apolog- Asshat?â Satoru blurts out at the man testily raising a brow at him.
âExcuse you, barn boy?â he fumes, at the nickname that slips by. Ah, heâs done it now. Lips tweaking into a forced smile, Satoru grits out, âAh, apologies, sir. Cowboy tendencies.â
The air is tense as Naoya mutters, âKeep those to yourself.â He moves to walk past Satoru, before stopping close enough to utter words meant for only him to hear, âAnd stay away from my future bride. I saw the hay on her skirt, yerâ insane to think youâd have a chance, barn boy. Go back to wanderinâ around.â
Satoru stands rooted to the spot as Naoya walks off, too many emotions he canât name whirling inside him. That morning, he stalks off for his longest ride since arriving at Rustcliffe - not coming back with Gege until well after midnight.Â
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To Satoru, long rides always mean interesting dreams. Right now he was in a tap-dancing competition against a one-eyed alligator who looked suspiciously like your father. Itâs a shame - he was winning too - that the competition is suddenly crashed by an angel calling for him.Â
âSatoruâŚSatoru!âÂ
An angel that sounded likeâŚyou?
âSatoru if you donât wake up Iâm feedinâ your boots to Gege.â
His eyes shoot open, yet his sleep-addled brain still struggles to process you standing over his bed, soft hands shaking his bare shoulders lightly. âAngel?â he rasps out.Â
You huff out a laugh, âNo, Iâm here to drag you to hell - or close enough at least.â
Face burning at already making a fool of himself before noon, he sits up in bed, blanket sliding off to reveal his toned upper-half.
Shit, it should be illegal to casually have a body like that.Â
Trying your best to avert your eyes from the dips and curves of his sculpted body, you continue, âMy fatherâs holdinâ Rustcliffeâs annual Harvest Hoedown in a few weeks, the whole townâs gonna be there. You made it just in time for some dancing lessons.â
âWhat makes you think I need dancing lessons?â Satoru raises a brow playfully. You take a brief moment to admire the way his sleep-tousled hair curtains his alluring eyes, before replying in an ominous tone, âI need dancing lessons.â
Wow, you really did need dancing lessons, Satoru notes as he stifles a laugh when you step on the poor instructorâs foot for the fifth time this afternoon.Â
Locked in the stuffy studio, he recalls the way your father demanded that you not step one foot outside until you mastered the upbeat waltz for the hoedown - putting Satoru in charge of making sure you donât slip away. âItâs stupid really, heâs never had a problem with me sitting out before. All because that asshat will be thereâŚâ youâd muttered hotly on the way.
Ah yes, that asshat. Sleep weighs heavily on Satoruâs eyes from riding all night long, yet his words still ring painfully in his ears. Who did he even think he was to have a chance with you?Â
Well, itâs alright, Satoru will be out of this town in a few months, and youâll marry some man of your choice that could give you everything you could ever want.
The only thing that snaps Satoru out of his overthinking tirade is the abrupt pause of the music and the heavy sigh the dance instructor lets out - clearly having taken a break for his own sake rather than yours. You shuffle sheepishly across the polished floor to where Satoru stands, âWas it worse than you thought?â you grimace.
âWell, you always do find a way to surprise me, mâladyâ he teases, chuckling at your dramatic groan. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the instructor rushing outside for a smoke. Hopefully not because of your dancingâŚ
You scoff in defense as Satoruâs cackles grow louder - having thought the same thing. âWell, Iâm sure the great Something-toru is much better on his feet.â
Instead of retorting, he steps one heavy boot onto the waxy dance floor, holding out a hand expectantly. âCâmon, Iâll show you.â
âBut, thereâs no music?â you raise a brow, yet you place your hand in his much larger ones. Soft, his hands were surprisingly soft. And so warm.
âDid I mention I was a great singer too?â he grins, a small dimple at the corner of his mouth as he pulls you closer.Â
Shit, it was way too hot to be cooped up in a dance studio. Or maybe it was just Satoruâs hand around your waist, making your skin burn through your heavy skirts. They flow around you as he glides you gently across the floor.Â
You train your eyes steadily on your feet - partly out of necessity, and partly out of fear of meeting Satoruâs intense gaze.
The only sounds filling the small studio were the squeaks of your boots and Satoruâs soft humming of a nonexistent tune. It was beautiful, his voice. It reminded you of calm summer days.Â
âAh- sorry!â you panic as you step on his toe, only for him to pause his melody and huff out a laugh.
âStep on them as much as you want, mâboots are thick.â
Youâre sure he meant this only to bate your embarrassment, but something about his words and the warm endearment in his gaze have your cheeks heating up. You focus on your steps in silence as he guides you patiently, tenderly.
Pride grows in your chest as you start stepping on his boots every six steps instead of two. Satoru seems to have noticed too, âHey! Youâve improved, mâlady.â he whispers, as if afraid to break the stillness in that humid room as you two continue your silent dance.Â
Loud clapping from the doorway makes you two jump apart, shattering the serene bubble youâve found refuge in. âBrilliant! I thought Iâd come across my first hopeless case, yet youâve worked absolute wonders Mr. Satoru!â
Your escape is quick, you urgently drag Satoru out the door before he can be forcibly recruited as a dance teacher.Â
You heave out a sigh of relief at your freedom from the treacherous clutches of the dance studio. Merciless sunlight stinging your face, you begin to make your way through the dusty hustle and bustle of Rustcliffe in the afternoon.Â
Now, all you had to do was avoid bumping into your father for the rest of the day and you should be fine!
Speed-walking by Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon, youâre confused when youâre faced with a few more drunken stares than usual. Surely your new skirt canât be that flattering?
With a jolt, you realize youâre still grasping Satoruâs warm hand in his. Dropping it as if it burned, your cheeks heat up at the mirth on his features. âNot that Iâm complainin,â he grins, âbut warn a guy next time you manhandle him. Sânot good for the heart, mâlady.â
Rolling your eyes at his joke, you begin pointing out the things to see as you walk the familiar old roads of Rustcliffe, detailing the town gossip.
It really was not good for his heart, Satoru was sure heâll drop dead very soon one of these days because of you.Â
He couldnât rip his eyes off of you as you animatedly talked about granny Wei wrestling Mrs. Davidson for her secret brownie recipe.Â
Shit, he was really getting in too deep.
Night falls fast, a deep shade of blue.Â
Saying your goodbyes to Nanami at Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon - at a time you knew your father wouldnât be around - your heart swells as Satoru excitedly rambles about âGood olâ Nanamin! What a chip off the old block, we became fast friends yâknow?â
You didnât expect your mission to avoid your father to turn into an impromptu Rustcliffe tour. But watching Satoruâs face light up as you told him silly little stories of your childhood, you wouldnât have changed it one bit.Â
Sent off with a cheery âCome back soon deary!â, youâre exhausted by the time you say all your goodbyes to the people of the town.
âYouâre loved, yâknow?â Satoru speaks up out of nowhere as you steady yourself behind him on the saddle.Â
âHm?â you ask, fatigued from spending the day walking around town. A large hand caresses your cheek to rest your head against his back, tightening your arms around his waist.
Lightly snapping the reins, he repeats, âYouâre loved.âÂ
You drift on his words gently to sleep, the clip-clop! of the horse matching the deafening beat of your heart against your ribcage. If only you could be like this forever.
SLAM!Â
You wake up with a start, only to find yourselfâŚhovering? Surely there must be a valid explanation - you really didnât feel like doing an exorcism right now.
It takes a while of your nonsense to realize youâre being carried by strong arms supporting your back and legs.Â
âS-Satoru?â you ask blearily.Â
âShhh, forgive me, mâlady. Didnât think that damn door would be so loud.â he responds, bed creaking under his weight as he softly sets you down.Â
Smiling down at your incoherent mumbles, he whispers softly âItâs alrighâ, you can rest now. Goodnight mâlady.â
Struggling to rip his gaze from your gracefully sleep-addled one, itâs only the thought of someone in the house catching him in this position that makes him stand up.Â
A hand - uncharacteristically swift - grasps his wrist, stopping his tip-toeing to the door. âSatoruâŚâ your groggy call of his name sends shivers down his spine. Hesitatingly following the gentle pull of your hand, he kneels beside your bed.
âYes, mâlady?â he breathes.
You surge forward, sleep hazing the practical side of your mind. Acting on pure instinct, your soft lips meet his.Â
Satoru freezes in surprise as a beat passes. One. Two.
He stays in the same position when you flop back onto your pillow, soft snores filling the otherwise pin-drop silence. His lips burn as he brings up a hand to touch them in disbelief, stifling an euphoric laugh.
You startle awake in the middle of the night, after some questionable dream about Satoru carrying you to the bed and you kissing him. Â
Imagine. Ha!Â
Settling back into where you were carefully tucked into bed, you snuggle the warm coat at your side.Â
Wait. Shit.
---
If either of you remembered what happened that night, neither of you mentioned it.Â
Oftentimes, you questioned whether it was a dream. The only thing keeping you from fully believing so being the intensity in Satoruâs stare whenever his eyes briefly flickered to your lips and the hasty retreats whenever it seemed like you would bring up the topic.Â
But why wasnât he saying anything? And why did he not want you to?
In fear of messing up the comfortable camaraderie you two had, you continued this magnetic dance of normalcy. But honestly could you really consider it ânormalâ if each gaze was charged with something neither of you could describe?
But why wasnât he saying anything? And why did he not want you to?
You could only imagine the worst.
Satoru thinks heâs died and gone to heaven. Well, probably a bit below heaven, because - ideally - there youâd be his wife and Gege would actually like him.Â
Itâs alright, even if just for a sleep-hazed second, he was yours. And he didnât want to hear you apologize for it.
Still riding the euphoria of that brief kiss, he goes about life as usual, sure that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels.
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âWELCOME ALL TO RUSTCLIFFE ANNUAL HARVEST HOEDOWN! WE GOT HARVEST, WE GOT HORSES, WE GOT SOME HOE- Oh- what? yes, dear that was on my scriptâŚâ your fatherâs voice bellows across town from the loudspeaker.Â
You breathe in the warm, candy-scented air, fairy lights illuminating the colorful stalls selling everything from candied apples to binoculars (âSpy On Your Neighbors Without Worry!â).Â
Place ringing with the bustle and chatter of the town, you think it feels like something out of a picture book.
A warm smile finds its way onto your face, youâve loved the Harvest Hoedown since you were a kid. Here, you can forget the longing for something more, the rows at home about your looming engagement, and most of all - you can almost forget Satoru.
Ever since that kiss, youâve found it hard to face him. Sure, the banter and half-joking schemes to murder Naoya are the same. But your heart clenches every time he looks at you with a tender melancholy, losing the words to apologize for taking advantage of his kindness.
âCome come! Itâs startinâ!â you hear gleefully from your left. Before you can register whatâs happening, youâre pulled into a circle of bodies dancing to an upbeat tune.Â
Laughter bubbling out of you as you lose yourself in the song, you turn to your right and seeâŚyour dance instructor, who is very visibly (and audibly) praying for his feet. Dramatic. Youâve learned a lot recently with Satoruâs help.
Oh, there he is again. For someone that leaves place so swiftly, he sure is set on living permanently in your mind.
Hidden amongst the audience, Satoru cackles at the distress on Mr. Dance Instructorâs face. Little did he know, with a bit of Satoruâs magic youâve improved - stepping on his toes only once every fifteen steps!Â
He was so proud of his girl.
Ah, except youâre not. Youâre so much more. And heâs reminded of that every time you averted your eyes from his during dance lessons, the proximity of your bodies doing nothing for how out of reach you felt to him.Â
He rips his gaze from you, walking away from the growing crowd. Where was that damn drinks table again?
Itâs past twelve as the townsfolk start pairing up for the hoedown couples dancing. Youâve usually sat this one out, not one for the complicated steps nor the intimacy.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spy your parents waltzing in their own world. How nice it must be. Your supposed asshat of a dance partner was over by the drinks talking with some men, barely looking your way.
Guess the dance lessons were for nothing. Frustrated and slightly tipsy, you move to make your way off the dance floor.Â
Suddenly, a large hand blocks your view of the exit. Who the-Â
Satoru.
Ears tinged a pretty red, and eyes slightly dazed, he hiccups over the rich music âWould you- dance with me, mâlady?â
Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the way his face flushed your favorite delicate pink - but you slide your hand into his warm one, âIâd be honored to, Satoru.âÂ
A strong arm pulling you flush against his body, faces only inches apart. His hot breath fans you as Satoru murmurs, âLooked sâbeautiful tonight. Best dancer in town Iâd say.â
âOnly cuzâ of you, Satoru.â you chuckle at his genuine tone as he steers you across the dance floor. Feet in perfect sync, the waltz fades into the background as you look into his tired eyes.Â
âNah, thaâs all you, mâlady. Iâm nothing much.â he grins morosely.Â
Your brows furrow at his words, clearly something was wrong. And this wasnât the place to talk about it. âCome with me.â you utter, pulling him along with you to a place you knew heâd love.Â
Little olâ Rustcliffe wasnât called that for nothing.Â
The air is tense, the chatter of crickets fill the silence between you two as you guide him to your haven, hand still tightly in his. Itâs a steep walk uphill from the outskirts of town, a place youâd stumbled upon during one dashing attempt to escape from this town as a tween.
âFinally here.â you exhale as you reach your destination, fireflies lighting the way.Â
âHah- If I didnât know any better Iâd say you were tryinâ to murder-â Satoruâs voice dies in his throat as he drinks in the view before him.Â
The twinkling lights of the entire town of Rustcliffe reflect in his eyes like constellations. Townsfolk barely discernible from this distance, yet the soft jovial music carried over. It was beautiful.Â
Satoru looks at you in awe as you lay down on the ground and point upwards, âThaâs not all, cowboy.â
Quickly getting on the ground beside you - albeit at a safe distance - his mouth gapes wider at the perfect carpet of stars above him. A celestial version of what he saw below. He turns his head to see you bathed in the moonlight. This place was beautiful.
âSatoru, are we okay?â you voice out in concern. Heâs taken aback by the sudden turn in conversation. You cut off his scramble to make a joke, âIâm serious. Please talk to me.â
He can never win against you.
Heaving out a sigh, âMaybe. Who knows. But whatever it is, please donât apologize for that kiss, let me have it.â
Now itâs your turn to be surprised, âLet you have it? Satoru, why wouldnât you have it?âÂ
âMâlady, I donât know if youâre aware, but youâre like fireworks. Captivating and fierce. That kiss was a mistake, and soon enough youâll find a rich, handsome-â
âI only want you.â
âIâm leaving soon.â he retorts.Â
âI only want you.â you repeat, stubbornly.
âIâm leaving mâlady.â he argues.
âNo- Satoru-â
âAnd Iâm childish. Iâm insecure. Iâll never be able to provide for you the way you deserve.â he plows on, emotion cracking his voice.
âSatoru, I love you.â you breathe out.Â
Satoruâs breath catches in his throat, the silence was deafening. âWhat was that?â he turns, voice quiet with disbelief.
âWell, I donât know if youâre aware, cowboy, but youâre like blue summer skies. And I just so happen to love blue summer skies.â you huff out, finally understanding the reason for his behavior these past few weeks.Â
âI donât expect a huge mansion, or some enormous ranch, or even a cowboy that knows the difference between a lasso and a rattlesnake. I just donât want anyone else, Satoru.â
âOh yeah?â
âYes.â
âAndâŚyouâre sure? Really sure?â
âYes.â
Silence punctures your conversation once more, broken only by a loud cackle. You turn in disbelief at his change in demeanor, âAll cheered up now, Satoru?â
âWhy would you have feelings for me? Was it the tumbleweed story that did it for you?â he gets out through laughs. It was contagious, and soon enough you yourself joined him, clutching your stomach.
In the thoughtful silence that follows, you find yourself inching closer to him until your faces are mere centimeters apart. âBlue summer skies and fireworks donât go too well together.â he breathes.Â
âWeâll make something work out, remember?â you hum.Â
Your first kiss with Satoru was a sleep-addled mistake.Â
The second was when his lips capture yours as if they were the source of life itself.Â
Rolling on top of you, heâs careful to not rest his full weight as his lips donât leave you, tongue caressing yours. Satoru tastes sweet - like hard candy and your fatherâs bottle of Baileys. Pulling away a hair's breadth, he whispers against your lips, âLet me be yours?â
âYou probably say this to all the girls, hm?â you tease him, as revenge for making you wait so long. He softly bites your lips in retaliation, relishing in your drawn-out whine. âYes, fine. If only youâll let me be yours.â
Clearly approving of your answer, he continues his dance with your lips. Barely parting to breathe, as if it hurt to leave you.
And it did. A low groan sounds from the back of his throat as Satoru kisses you with the desperation from these past few weeks. His hands stayed firmly cupping your face, as if scared to move elsewhere. Yours, however, was wandering the expanse of his back, and it was driving him insane.Â
âMâladyâŚâ he breathes out at the feeling of your legs wrapping around his hips, a warning.Â
You knew where this was going and you donât know if youâve wanted anything so bad. âSatoru, I need you.â you mutter, words punctuated by pecks to his swollen lips.Â
Maybe thatâs the trigger that sets him off. Itâs not long before Satoru is kissing you again. Pinning down your arms with one hand, he rolls his hips into yours. You gasp as you feel the outline of his hard cock straining against his trousers.Â
He was so big.
Your pussy drips with anticipation and fear of what was about to come.Â
Satoru thinks he might be getting whiplash, how was it that an hour ago he was moping in his loneliness and now heâs got you underneath him? Silently thanking whoever was up there, he wanders a hand down your body. Fingers trailing teasingly above where you wanted him the most.
âTell me what you want, mâlady.â he rasps. Now Satoru is sure heâs getting whiplash when you grind your hips up into his hand, whining âNeed you- on me.â
Skirts hastily pushed up, Satoru shuffles so his face is right hovering right above your pulsing core. In the cool moonlight, he can see the way you get wetter at each hot breath on your cunt. âPlease Satoru.âÂ
You were not good for his heart. Surging forward so heâs nose-deep in your pussy, Satoruâs tongue flattens against your swollen folds. His eyes roll to the back of his at your taste. You tasted better than the candy at the hoedown.
Your desperate whines for more send blood rushing to his cock, twitching achingly against his trousers. Leisurely dipping between your folds, he watches with blown-out eyes as you grind your hips deeper into his face, keeping a firm grip on his soft locks. Using him.
Shit, if this was your reaction to him teasing youâŚ
Your whimpers of pleasure and lewd squelches of your cunt fill the night air as he plunges his tongue inside your clenching hole, fucking you at a merciless rhythm. His brows furrow as his tongue dips in and out relentlessly. He sinfully loves the burn of his scalp as you pull his hair to angle him just right.Â
Thumb harshly circling your clit, Satoru thinks he loses a bit of his sanity at every moan of his name that leaves your pretty mouth. âYou taste sâgood. So perfect for me, mâlady.â his voice sends vibrations to your pussy that have you feeling your heartbeat banging in two places.
âHngh- Satoru, donâ stop!â you mewl as his nose catches on your clit, clamping down on his tongue. He continues his movements, breathing you in so sinfully. Air was overrated - Satoru Gojo, famously daring traveler and devilishly handsome, dies here between your legs. He wouldnât even mind.
âCum in my mouth, mâlady. Please.â he begs, voice muffled by your dripping cunt. He locks eyes with your fucked out ones as he pulls you by the thighs impossibly closer to him. He never wanted to part.
The stimulation of his voice in addition to his fingers and tongue becomes too much. âSatoru! Hah- Â Mâ gonna cum-â
Tears spring to your eyes as you cum all around Satoruâs tongue. He doesnât let up his harsh abuse of your pulsing pussy, groaning as he laps up your juices - your slick pooling at the corner of his mouth.Â
He was so greedy for you. Shit, this is so much better than heâs imagined every night heâs fucked his fist in that lonely room.
As both of you attempt to catch your breaths, the chattering song of crickets and distant music from the Harvest Hoedown fill the air once more. Satoru looks at you with a devious glint in his eyes that has your cunt twitching once more.Â
Youâd felt his rock-hard length. And you wanted it now.
âSatoru. let me feel you in my mouth, please.â you murmur. Kneeling before him, you look up at him with eager eyes. At his slow nod, you give an experimental squeeze to the large imprint of his cock, thighs rubbing together at Satoruâs drawn-out hiss.Â
âOh, mâlady. You drive me insane.â he groans.Â
Cursing the heavy trousers that cowboys wear, you fumble it down his legs. Muscles, creamy thighs come into your view, making your mouth water.Â
In the dim lighting, you see the precum drip down Satoruâs flushed cock. The prominent vein down his side glistens prominently. Shit, heâd never fit in your mouth let alone your cunt. But you wanted it so bad.
Satoruâs heavy breaths sound in the still air as your bruised lips inch closer to his throbbing cock. A deep breath, and you spit on his blushing head, saliva dripping down the side of his length and to where you gently grasped his base.Â
It was filthy, it was debauched. You absolutely loved it.
Satoru lets out a strangled moan as you flatten your tongue and take his tip into your mouth, sucking gently. He bucks his hips into your mouth as you run your tongue along his sensitive slit âShit- Sorry, mâlady. Youâre just hah- too good.â
Popping off his aching cock, you press kisses to the side of his length. He groans lowly at the vibrations as you speak about something that has been on your mind for a while now, âSatoru, donât you think weâre past formalities now?â
âWell, I could call you my goddess?â he smiles. âOr my angel? Or-â Satoru chokes on his words as you take him fully into your mouth - partly because you needed him to shut up, and partly because you cunt ached with need.
âSh-shit. Jusâ like that.â he rasps as you suck him at a dizzying pace. Precum drips down the side of your mouth as you take him in deeper - nose meeting the snowy white hair on his pelvis.
Your mouth burns at the stretch, his hips grinding lightly into your mouth to meet each bob of your head. Your pussy drips once more at how desperate Satoru was.
His mouth drops open in a silent gasp as you move to take his tight balls into your mouth. You admire the dazed look in his darkened eyes. âOh god- Iâm gonna cum. Please, let me cum in your mouth, mâlady.â he murmurs, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you continue your ruthless pace.
As soon as your lips are around his cock once more, Satoru comes fast and hard with a gravelly moan. Hot spurts of his seed dribble down the corner of your mouth as you take it all in.Â
Ah, this wasnât what you had planned when you brought him here - but you sure werenât complaining.
Satoru just about passes out when you stick out your tongue to show youâve swallowed every drop of cum he gave, cock twitching once more. He needed you in a way that would make a hooker blush.Â
Finding his voice, âAs much as Iâd love to ravish you right here, mâlady, I think you deserve somethinâ a bit more comfortable.â He swats at a mosquito attacking him as you grin devilishly.
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Gege has never flown across the dry ground of Rustcliffe faster.Â
Wind in your hair and Satoruâs arms warmly around your middle, you feel the thundering of his heartbeat against your back - matching your own. You admire his moonlit profile, the light casting an otherworldly glow over his cloud-like hair. You could probably go anywhere if it was by his side.Â
Youâve never been happier to see that familiar olâ ranch.
Navigating your sprawling villa, you find, is close to impossible with a relentless Satoru pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck.Â
âSatoruâŚwe gotta make it to the bed.â you giggle, drunk off of him rather than the liquor from before. He sighs impatiently, before promptly lifting you off of your feet. His hat and hip holster falling to god-know-where as he runs up the stairs to your bedroom with you in his arms.
The thud of heavy boot echoes throughout the empty house - your parents still at the Harvest Hoedown. It reminds you of the night you first kissed him. As he slams your door shut and pushes you against it, however, you never in your wildest dreams would have thought that itâll lead to this.
Tongue tangling with Satoruâs, feet still not reaching the ground. You donât think youâll make it out of this alive. Nor will Satoru.
Satoru is definitely not making it out alive.
Heâs barely stepped a foot into your bedroom before heâs got his hands all over you - groping and teasing every inch of your body he can find. Your legs wrapped around him, he holds you in the air, hands roughly squeezing your ass.
His lips donât leave yours, tasting himself on your tongue - even as he bunches your skirts around your hips. Exhaling in relief as his hands meet your bare lips, he holds a finger to your pulsing core.
You whimper at the feeling, still sensitive from before. He drinks in your mewls of pain and pleasure, lips curling into a smug smile. âStill sensitive, mâlady? You poor thing. How will you take my cock if yerâ like this?âÂ
Your groan of impatience turns into a panicked whine as Satoru moves towards the bed, âMaybe we should tuck you in bed for now? Continue this tomorrow?âÂ
Reading the challenge in his eyes, you immediately free yourself from his hold. His confused gaze soon turns into a surprised one as you push him roughly onto the bed, straddling him after.
âYou always do surprise me.â he laughs out between the magnetic kisses you leave on his lips. Buttons fling across the room as you rip his shirt in impatience - fingers too dripping in lust to work through them. Youâre sure if the same could be done to your heavy prairie skirt, then it wouldâve suffered a similar fate.
You run your hands along his sculpted body greedily, as youâd wanted to since the first time you saw him shirtless. He hisses at the friction and the impatience at wanting to do the same to you, fingers fumbling with your complicated clasps.
After much frustration and curses on whoever invented corsets, youâre finally exposed in front of Satoru.
Shit, he really should call you his goddess. Because in the dim lighting of your bedroom, he thinks heâs in heaven as you sit atop him, bare and needy for him. Fuck Naoya. Fuck any faceless suitable husband. Eyes half-lidded and lips kiss-bitten, youâre like this because of him.Â
Grinding his now-bare hips against yours, a low groan rips from his throat at the feeling of your swollen folds spreading against his aching cock. Your dripping slick mixes with his as he continues rutting into you.Â
âAh! Enough teasinâ, Satoru- Want you inside me.â you whimper sinfully.Â
Your words make Satoru snap. Wordlessly, he sheaths himself inside you with a sigh of relief. Moans leave his throat unrestrained as he bullies his cock deeper and deeper inside your hot cunt. âFuck. Sâtight, your pretty pussy is suckinâ me in so good mâlady.â he hisses out, brows furrowed in pleasure.
Satoru could feel himself losing more and more of his sanity every time your plushy walls clenched down on him as he pulled out to fuck up into with harsh thrusts. It was so animalistic, the way your perfect cunt couldnât bear to part with him.Â
Your slick drips down his length and onto his heavy balls each time he rams into you at a merciless cadence. Soft yelps of his name leave your lips every time his tip kisses your cervix.Â
Ah, this time he was actually going to pass out. Your pretty whines, your dripping cunt, the way your tits jiggled so enticingly at each thrust - it was all too much.Â
Angling you slightly with his bruising grip on your hips, Satoru smiles with satisfaction at that one spot that makes you convulse on his cock. Abs burning at the pace, he hits it over and over. Your nails dig into the muscle of his shoulder, moans of his name leaving you against your will.Â
You were sure to be absolutely covered in marks tomorrow.Â
But that was a problem for later you. Right now, all you could focus on was grinding your hips down to meet Satoruâs thrusts, eager for him to hit that spot even harder. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the painfully good stretch of your snug cunt. So full.Â
âK-keep going, Satoru. Donâ stop, please.â Your rickety bed creaks in protest at each relentless thrust, overpowered only by the stinging smacks of his balls against your ass.Â
It was so filthy. So debauched. And you absolutely loved it.
As Satoruâs hands sneak down to draw rough circles on your clit, you feel yourself getting closer and closer towards cumming. Leaning down to capture his lips with yours once more, you whisper against his mouth, âSatoru, Iâm- Hngh-âÂ
He connects his sweaty forehead with yours, âMm. me too. Fuck, gonna fill this pretty pussy up. You want that, mâlady?â
Just the thought of being so full of Satoru sends you over the edge. You cum with a lewd moan of his name, cunt clenching so impossibly tight around his cock.Â
âAh! Shit.â Satoru grits out at the way your walls were fluttering around him so perfectly. Your whimpers as you gush around him sounds like music to his ears.Â
Satoru thinks he sees heaven as he cums. A part of his soul parting with him that night. Thick ropes of his seed paint your walls white, strained whispers of your name leaving his mouth as if a prayer. As if you were his goddess.Â
A feral part of him keeps bucking his hips into you, letting you ride out your highs together. Fucking his cum deeper and deeper - claiming you as his.
You do the same in your own way - biting down on Satoruâs exposed neck. Hard. His strong arms wrap around you to keep you from moving away, letting you use him as you please.Â
Cum drips down your legs, staining your blanket.Â
As your highs finally bate, you blink out the haze from your eyes. Looking up at Satoru from where you were snuggled into the crook of his neck, admiring the innocent blush adorning his face and his glossy, bruised lips. Both of you so overstimulated and euphoric.
âGot any travel stories like this?â you chuckle out, half-delirious and exhausted from what just transpired in this room.Â
âNot at all.â Satoru breathes out, pulling you closer to him, closing his hazy eyes to the sex-filled air.Â
That night, squeezed into your warm single bed, Satoru tells you stories of before his travels. Youâre unsure if your parents are home yet, and right now with Satoru in your arms - you donât care.
You listen as he rambles about growing up in the quaint town of Summer Pass. How he was raised with beautiful parents, a wonderful life. Yet, since the passing of his best friend, heâd taken up what the two had been dreaming of since they were children - wandering the world.Â
âIâm afraid, if I stay too long then it always ends up hurtinâ.â he whispers into the still night. Caressing his hair, you pull him into your warm embrace. Your heart weighs heavy as the back of your mind pangs with the realization that Satoru will still leave despite this.
Both of you fall asleep reminiscing talks of your childhoods. In your exhausted state, maybe you misheard - but you couldâve sworn by the âI love you, mâlady.â Satoru whispered against your lips right before you closed your eyes.Â
Limbs intertwined till youâre unsure where one ends and the other starts, you have the most peaceful sleep in a long time.
Youâre unsure when Satoru snuck out of your room. The only evidence of last night being the washcloth on your bedside table that heâd tenderly cleaned you up with, and a singular button from his shirt at the foot of your bed.Â
Cheeks heating once you catch sight of it, you make your way down to breakfast in your most well-covered dress.Â
What you certainly didnât expect was to be interrogated by your mother. âSoâŚâ she begins. âWhen did you come home, darling? We didnât see you at the hoedown after midnight.â
Ah, suddenly these scrambled eggs just did not want to go down your throat. âJusâ...went to see somethinâ interesting.â you respond, eyes meeting with Satoruâs amused ones across the table as he subtly plays footsies with you underneath.
---
Sneaking around with a secret cowboy boyfriend doesnât just happen in books, you realize. Itâs a lot easier since Naoya is around a lot more often than usual. The only thing he might be good for may be keeping your parents entertainedâŚ
Since then, Satoru, you conclude, really does not like L-words: namely, Love and Leaving.
Despite his breathless confession that night, Satoru hasnât said anything more about his feelings towards you - nor when heâll be leaving.Â
Itâs okay, you have time. You console yourself, as you lay in bed with him after heâd snuck into your room as per usual, pulling his warm presence closer to yours. But Satoruâs inevitable departure looms closer and closer like a dark cloud above your head.Â
Itâs only two months after that night, when youâve retreated from another engagement conversation you shut down, that Satoru brings it up. Hands intertwined and watching the sunset on top of your fatherâs barn, he utters in an uncharacteristically grave tone âI planned to leave next week, mâlady.âÂ
Your heart pricks at his words. You knew this was coming.Â
Clenching your fists in self-assurance, your words tumble out.
âLet me come with you.â
âLet me stay with you.â
The nostalgic lullaby of the world around you is deafening as you and Satoru reel back in synchronized surprise.Â
âYou- stay?â
âWait- huh?â
Brow raised, you gesture at him to continue. âI just- I thought maybe I could stay here. Build a life with you, if youâd like, mâlady.âÂ
Your eyes widen in surprise. Satoru - who smiles brightest when talking of his tales of travel - was offering to settle down?
âW-what? Satoru, why would you? You love traveling.â you sputter out in disbelief. His smile grows, as does the warmth in his eyes. âIâve found something I love a lot more.â he murmurs, with a playful bite to the crook of your neck.
You crack a smile at his sincerity, though you shake your head in disagreement. âYou should be out there explorinâ the world, Satoru. AndâŚI want to be right by your side.â
âI thought you loved this place?â
âI do.â you sigh. âBut I feel so trapped.â
Resting your head on Satoruâs shoulders, you admit how dear Rustcliffe is to you - although oftentimes you try to deny it - and how you want to leave just as much.Â
The stars wink at you two mischievously by the time youâre done, a twinkle that matches the look in Satoruâs eyes as he announces, âSo~ We run away together in a blaze of glory. End scene, credits roll, Gege winâs best actor.â
âExactly. Although I prefer the term unannounced relocation.â you hum, relishing in his bark of laughter. âNow, câmon, cowboy. We gotta get up early for that damn election rally tomorrow.â
Heading back home as inconspicuous as possible is always tedious. In addition to praying away your swollen lips, you head in innocently at different times.Â
Hurriedly greeting your housekeeper, you attempt to make a swift escape to your room. Only to be blocked byâŚNaoya?
âWe meet again, sweetcheeks.â he smiles, stepping closer towards you. Determined to stand your ground, you stare menacingly up at him. âHello, my apologies for being so unavailable to meet these days. Business, yâknow.â your voice steady.
âAh, yes. I know.â he hums dangerously. Looming closer to your face, you smell the tobacco on his breath as he mutters, âItâs no matter, your father and I have gone through with our conversations. You and I will announce our engagement tomorrow at your fatherâs rally. That is final.â
âIâve talked with you about this, Iâve screamed at you about this. I will not marry you no matter what my father nor anyone else says.â you grit out through clenched teeth.Â
âWhy? Got anyone in mind? Think itâll be anyone else your father approves of?â he raises a brow, delicately raising the neckline of where your dress had dripped down - where Satoru had nipped before.
He knows.
âNot at all.â you smile sweetly. Not waiting for a response, you run upstairs. Seems like running away in a blaze of glory might have to hurry up.
Twisting and turning the entire night, you donât get a wink of sleep, mind a whirlwind of how youâd get Satoru and run away before the announcement.
It was terrifying.
---
Parading around town in an itchy engagement dress under the boiling sun on your fatherâs collection of purebred Italian horses (+ Gege) wasnât exactly how you wanted to spend an ideal morning. But it wasnât the worst.
You snuck glances at Satoru riding in front of you, looking devastatingly handsome as ever.Â
Naoya had been terrifyingly quiet all morning. You could feel his penetrating stare on you, scrutinizing every movement and every conversation. He rides beside you - your soon-to-be husband.
As the procession ends at your fatherâs podium, where he proudly takes a stand. As he plows on with an inspirational speech that has the audience in cheers, your mind runs a mile a minute as you slip away from the stage. Even in your gauzy white dress, itâs easy to get lost in the animated crowds of Rustcliffe - which you and Satoru use to your advantage.
This was happening. You were going to finally leave.Â
Heart clenching at the sight of your jovial parents onstage, you take a long look before turning away. Itâs okay, itâs alright. This is something youâve been wanting for years.Â
Brain whirring at the letters youâd send them on your travels, you miss the harsh gaze following you.Â
âSatoru!â you gasp at the blur of white and black that embraces you as soon as you step foot into Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon. The bar, empty for the first time in years since your fatherâs last rally, was your hastily chosen place of refuge.
Nanami, who wasnât initially too keen on being involved, had sympathized once he saw the look on your face. âAlright, but if anyone asks - you two were never here. Not too good for business, yâknow.â heâd stated, permitting you two to do whatever you please.Â
Although, it probably was worth noting that heâd almost taken it back once Satoru tackled him into a hug with a joyful squeal of âNanamiiiin~!â
âCâmon now. Iâve got our bags saddled on Gege. Weâll leave immediately.â Satoru voices, snapping you out of your reminiscing. Rushing to give Nanami a farewell hug, your heart lurches as he whispers âGoodbye. Promise youâll write.âÂ
This was really happening.
Nodding in promise, you finally turn to the open door and step into the dusty sunlight. Satoru leads you to where Gege is impatiently waiting for your quick getaway. You could almost laugh at the sheer exhilaration coursing through your veins.Â
You were going to get out.
You grip onto Satoruâs shoulder for support as he circles his arms around you to lift you onto the seat, slightly shaking at the intoxicating adrenaline.Â
You were finally going to be free.Â
âLeavinâ so soon, sweetcheeks?â a chilling voice slices through the air. One that you know way too well. Your heart stops, as does Satoruâs hands in midair - before he sets you down slowly.
Body moving against your will, you turn to the deceivingly sweet voice behind you. Naoya.
A cold sweat breaks out across Satoruâs forehead.Â
He stares down Naoyaâs hand hovering over the holster at his hip. âI knew there was something off about you, barn boy. You think Iâd be outmatched by someone like you?â he hisses, resentment poisoning every word.
Satoru does what he does arguably the best, âOh câmon asshat, donât be so melodramatic. Weâre just going on a little adventure.â he smirks.
âDonât I know of these adventures.â Naoya spits out.Â
Agonizingly slow, Naoya draws his gun. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife as the three of you stand frozen, searing sun casting eerie shadows across the desolate road.Â
BANG!
Naoyaâs first shot tears through the deafening silence. Narrowly missing the bullet, Gege whinnies in fear before running off to safety. Satoru skillfully maneuvers you two into the shadowy alleyway beside Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon.
In the blink of an eye, he presses you close to the dust-bitten wall as he pulls out his gun. âStay here.â he gasps out. Â
With lightning speed, Satoru retaliates - firing back-to-back shots at Naoya with a speed and precision that has him scrambling for cover behind a barrel.Â
The gunfire echoes throughout the quiet town, these familiar streets becoming a battleground. Despite both parties shooting from their impromptu covers, neither are invincible.Â
A stray bullet harshly grazes his arm, blood painting the ground a deep crimson. Fuck, this really burned like a motherfucker. But he was still alive - he still had to protect you.Â
The standoff intensifies, stray bullets flying off in every direction. They splinter holes through the rustic shop banners. You could only be thankful that the town was at the rally, confident youâd never forgive yourself if anyone died on this road today.
Satoru fires off shots with uncanny accuracy, years of defending himself on the road coming in handy. Yet, he was losing blood. So much blood. He realizes with a jolt that his vision was slowly blurring.Â
Breaths labored and slumping forward against the wall, he aims one last shot at Naoya. Fuck. Shit. Dear lord, if youâre up there, please donât let my love die here.Â
A finger pulls the trigger. The bullet flies through the air as if in slow-motion.Â
It hits metal.
Naoyaâs gun flies through the air, clattering onto the sun-scorched ground as he is finally disarmed. The beginnings of a grin curl Satoruâs lips before he heaves out a heavy sigh. Eyes closing and body collapsing forward, the last thing ringing in his ears being your harrowed scream.
âNo no no no. Satoru please.â sobs wreck your throat as your hands frantically check for Satoruâs pulse. In your panicked state of mind, you barely register the crunch of gravel nearing towards you two.Â
âShit. The fuck is it that you even want?â that dreaded voice sounds ominously in your ears. âTo travel? I can fuckinâ take you places.âÂ
Sagging on the saloon wall for support, Naoya clutches his bleeding side as he observes the two of you. In an instant, youâre in front of Satoruâs body protectively, hand steady on his discarded gun pointed right at Naoyaâs head.Â
âLeave, before I shoot your brains out..â you threaten, voice deceptively steady.
âI thought I could be the one to break you - the mayorâs wildchild daughter. But why the fuck do you put yourself through this?â he continues, voice strained with anger.Â
âBecause he is the one I want. I refuse your proposal, and I am not sorry for it. Now leave.âÂ
You were standing up now, the cool metal of the barrel pressed firmly to his forehead. Finger hovering above the trigger.
âI believe the lady said to leave.â Nanamiâs voice startles you both. His normally stoic face was etched with anger.Â
Despite his injuries, Naoya manages to glare at Nanami. But, realizing the odds are against him, he backs away, but not before venomously promising âThis ainât over, sweetcheeks.â
He leaves a bloody trail as he limps out of sight.
âTold you this wasnât good for business.â Nanami sighs at the chaos. With Nanamiâs help, you carry Satoru inside - body moving on instinct as your mind races to process everything that happened.Â
The empty bar now serves as an improvised hospital. Laying Satoru down on a table that acts as a makeshift bed, propping his feet up in a desperate attempt to recirculate his blood. You desperately tear the intricate of your engagement dress into bandages, hurriedly wrapping it around his injured arm.
The atmosphere is taut, air once thick with the stench of alcohol now reeking of blood and the dusty antiseptic Nanami had brought to you from the very back of his shelves. The methodic ticking of the bar clock sounds like gunshots to your ears.
His reassuring presence is probably what keeps you sane as you stare unmovingly at your hands, stained a dark red from the blood seeping through Satoruâs clothes.Â
You must have been sitting there for hours. Maybe even days. Or it might have even been just a few minutes.
All you know is a flash of blue, and youâre surging forward, heart racing. âSatoru?! Satoru! Please say something.â you cry out, tears streaming down your face once more. Nanami quietly makes his exit to the back, leaving the two lovers to their privacy.
âSatoru.â you breathe out, relief flooding your body and a smile forcing its way onto your face as Satoruâs half-lidded eyes meet your worried ones.Â
âMâlady.â he whispers weakly. His uninjured arm shakily cups your cheek, and you lean into his warm touch. âI would never have forgiven myself if I left you alone, mâlady.â he rasps, eyes boring into yours. âCouldnât have fought off the tumbleweeds yourself.â
You let out a watery laugh. There he is, the man you love.
âI love you, Satoru.â you speak in a hushed tone, as if anything louder will throw you back into your nightmare. His smile grows, blue summer eyes flooding with silent tears.Â
âI love you, too. So, so much. Wherever you go sâ where I belong, my love.â he utters words meant for you - and only you.Â
Your heart swells at the indescribable emotion on his face. âThen, rest well. We have to make our getaway in a blaze of glory, remember?âÂ
It wasnât a blaze of glory, more like a teary trail of apologies and thanks as you embrace Nanami farewell - for the second time today. He hugs Satoru too, but only begrudgingly after he bemoans about being on the brink of death any second now.Â
You step outside once more, hands shaky at what awaits you.Â
In the distance, you hear a frantic call of your name. You turn, only to have your parents barreling emotionally into you.Â
Word seems to have spread around town about what had happened, and your parents were first to come to you - your father running off midspeech.Â
Through your hurried stream of tears and recollections of what happened, you managed to bawl out âI-Iâm so-â
Words which are quickly hushed by your equally emotional parents. âPlease donâ apologize.â your mother soothes.
âIf anything, I should. Iâm so sorry for tryinâ to coop you up here, my dear. I was a scared, insolent man. Sâhard to not see you as my little girl, I hope you can forgive me, my darling.â your father sighs shakily. He looks a lot older than you remember him.
Grabbing both your parents into a tight embrace, you whisper out the words âI love you, and I promise to write.âÂ
With a final hug goodbye from your parents - to both you and Satoru, you take a seat in front of him on the now-calm Gege.Â
âReady mâlady?â you send a teasing glance at Satoru, who positively swoons overdramatically.
âOh yes, Mr. Brave nâ Handsome cowboy.â he responds in a theatrically high falsetto. âTravelinâ the world wonât be all sunshines and rainbows, yâknow? If you want a way out now then jusâ say the word.â he warns in his normal voice.
âTrynna get rid of me already, cowboy?â you raise a brow playfully. He wraps his arms securely around your waist. âJust sayinâ, wouldnât want you to regret a single thing.â he murmurs softly.
âI wonât. As long as we win against those tumbleweeds, right?â
Huffing out a laugh, âCanât promise ya that, my love. Youâll jusâ have to take a chance on me.â
The snap of reins. A last look at your waving parents, and your little town of Rustcliffe. You ride into the horizon with your white dress billowing behind you - on what you and Satoru would later consider blazing glory.Â
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âDidya hear about the mayorâs daughter? Last I heard, she was kidnapped by a rogue cowboy a couple years back, snatched her straight off her feet on her wedding day!â
âHogwash! I heard she went quite willingly - the boy was quite a looker, you see. Stabbed her fiancĂŠ in his sleep before riding off into the sunset!â
Nanami stifles a laugh at the scandalized gasps echoing around the table as the old drunkards run the gossip mill.Â
In a subtle motion, he discreetly tucks away a photograph, its back adorned with enthusiastic handwriting and aâŚhoofprint?Â
Taj Mahal sprawling in the backdrop, two identical heads of white hair grin mischievously in the photo.Â
Yet, yours takes center stage.
A/N. Did this in two days, anything is possible kids (I need to lie down). Reblogs are so so so appreciated.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy - G.S.
Synopsis. He knows that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels. And you know that you want nothing more than to stay by his side. After meeting an alluring cowboy at Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon, both of you are sure of one thing - this must be fate.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, wild west! AU, cowboy! Satoru, mayorâs daughter! Reader, Satoru is SO DOWN BAD, angst, kinda slowburn, friends-to-lovers, bartender! Nanami, cunnilingus, oral sex (female + male receiving), unprotected sex, gun violence, pet names (mâlady, my love, + others), tumbleweed bandits, reader and Satoru are both going through stuff, Gege cameo, swearing, authorâs daddy issues come out.
Word count. 12.1k (Iâm scared)
A/N. You know how hard it was to make this all cowboy-y. Anyway thatâs off the bucket list.
Art by @_3aem on X.
âSo, you itchinâ for a beating from me or yerâ wife?â
Glowering down at the drunk old pervert as he waddled away in fear, you sigh as you dust down your heavy skirts. Typical. The sun beats down on your face as you look up at that familiar faded banner.
Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon
The only bar in your little town of Rustcliffe, and by default the only one around for miles. You hated this place - not the saloon, no, the handsome bartender there was always a sweetheart. But at some point, the comfort of your quaint old town had become too comfortable.
But thatâs a story for another time. Right now, you were here to drag your father back home - per usual.Â
Rolling your eyes at the cacophony of drunken voices carrying from inside, you step through the dust-bitten swinging doors.Â
What hits you first is the stench of cheap alcohol, and then the inebriated camaraderie of the men around you. In the dim lighting of the saloon, you squeeze through the crowded tables and make your way to the bar.Â
Not a hair out of place, as usual, Nanami lights up when he spots you. âWell, itâs been a while. Here for the mayor again?â he speaks over the boisterous laughs around you.Â
You flash him a smile, âYeah, you know my father. Fraternizinâ with the voters and all that.â you wave off your fatherâs excuse to come down here.Â
âCertainly takes his job very seriously.â Nanami chuckles, âYouâll find him over by the window, in the back.â he points.Â
Tipping your head in thanks, you walk the treacherous track to take your animated father home. When you come in view of his table, you find that he wasnât alone. Damn, it was always harder to convince him to go when with other people.
You know your father has spotted you by his lively laugh and gleeful shouts, âAh, my daughter! My beautiful daughter! Whatcha doinâ here? Come come! Thereâs someone I wanâ introduce you to.âÂ
A smile slips out unintentionally at his almost-endearing pride. You mentally prepare yourself to say some awkward hellos to some of your fatherâs old drinking buddies before dragging him home.Â
Upon reaching your father, he immediately pulls you into a drunken embrace, wrapping his slightly rocky arm around your shoulders. âThis is the daughter I was telling ya about! Prettiest girl in town! Hell, maybe even the country, knowinâ ma girl.â he prattles.Â
In his jovial state, he abruptly turns to face whoever he was drinking with, unsteady on his two feet. Probably another old geezer, you assume not taking your eyes off your father until you could make sure he wonât collapse on the bar floor for the third time this month.
Finally, you look up.Â
Your eyes meet blue.Â
Blue, blue summer skies.Â
To Satoru, you were the most gorgeous girl heâd ever seen. As soon as he caught a glimpse of you menacingly threatening that creep outside through the window, every word the mayor said went in one ear and he couldnât even remember if it went out the other. Too entranced.Â
And when he introduced you as his daughter? Shit, it might just be fate.
âCâmon now boy! Cat got yerâ tongue? What happened to that sharp mouth of yours?â
The booming voice of your father snaps Satoru out of his captivation. Damn, he mustâve been staring for too long.Â
Mentally praying you werenât spooked by his speechlessness, he finally speaks, voice slightly shaky at your presence, âAh- Good day mâlady. Apologies for my impoliteness, the nameâs Satoru Gojo.â he tips his crisp white hat. Gently grasping your hand in his, he places a delicate kiss, looking up at you as he awaits your response.
You gaze, slightly awe-struck, at his ethereally beautiful white locks and the impish grin from where he held your hand. His lips were so soft.
âOh!â you startle at the clap of your fatherâs hand on your shoulder. Shit, you were definitely staring too long. Rushing to introduce yourself, you quickly interject a âNice to meet you, Satoruâ before your father starts leading the conversation once more.
âSatoru here is a traveler, arrived jusâ today! Told him people like us could never, I mean imagine, right?â he slurs.Â
Your ears perk up at this piece of information, âOh? Are you really a traveler, Satoru? How admirable.â you gush, previous bashfulness forgotten. Was thatâŚa blush spreading across his face? Couldnât be - your town's whiskey was known to give people rosy cheeks on occasion.
âThank you, mâlady. Itâs nothing special really, jusâ staying here a while.â he barely gets the words out before you father bellows a tangent - âDonâ be shy, boy! How wondrous traveling is, kids these days could use some toughening up!â
Both of you rush to catch your father as he sways with a passion seen only during election rallies. It takes the two of you to steady the man. As he continues babbling half-lucidly, you cock your head sweetly at Satoru, âHelp me take him outside?âÂ
Satoru thinks his knees might give out then and there.
The air is chilly by the time the three of you step outside, sun making its way below the horizon. Despite your fatherâs protests that he can ride home on his own, he knocks out as soon as Satoru gracefully mounts him on his horse. Carefully saddling behind him, you try to make sure your father doesnât fall off of Satoruâs beautiful white Quarter horse.
âYou really donât have to escort us home, Satoru. My olâ man wouldnât even feel it if he fell, I swear.â you insist as Satoru holds onto the reins from the ground, feeling bad for bothering him.
âItâs no trouble. After all, Gege seems to like him very much, hm?â Satoru remarks as he turns to his stallion, who attempts to bite him in response, âCanât say the same for myself.â
âHmm, how can I be sure yerâ not a serial killer?â you tease, reveling in the sharp laugh it draws from him.
âYouâll jusâ have to take a chance on me, mâlady.â he hums, eyes sparkling with mirth. Thereâs a lull in the conversation as Satoru pulls on the reins to start walking you down the road, the rhythmic clip-clop! of the horse filling the still air.
âSo you travel?â
âThis is a nice town.â
Both of you speak at once, anxious to fill the silence, only to sputter self-consciously.
âYou can-â
âNo no, itâs only customary for a lady to go first.â he hums, looking up at you.Â
âTell me stories of your travels.â you breathe out, eager for any crumb of escape from your little town.Â
As you made your way home to the sprawling family ranch, the night adorned itself with twinkling stars that matched the mischievous glint in Satoruâs eyes as he told you bizarre tales from his life on the road.Â
âIN MY DEFENSE, it was dark anâ that tumbleweed was shaped suspiciously like a lowly bandit. Hey- donât laugh- it was a very heated standoff!â Satoru exclaims animatedly as you cackle.Â
âYeah yeah, keep telling yourself that, cowboy. Even bandits woulda run away from your clownery.â delighted at the way the moonlight illuminates the blush that tinges his ears.Â
Making a fool of himself, Satoruâs stories have you laughing until your cheeks hurt, wishing you could experience them too. You almost forget about your fatherâs deafening snores and the bite of the wind.Â
But Satoru does not. Brows furrowing as he catches your slight shiver, he mentally berates himself for forgetting his manners. How dare he let a lady suffer the cold while he still had his fuckinâ coat! What a sorry excuse for a cowboy, this is worse than that time he accidentally lassoed a rattlesnake.
Hastily shrugging his coat off, he passes it to you with a sheepish smile on his face.Â
Face heating up against the cold draft, you breathe in the smell of pine, amber, and something so Satoru. Clearly not as affected as you are, Satoru launches back into his stories.
If Satoru thought his knees were going to give out before then he knows theyâre about to now. He aims to keep his eyes steadfast on the road as he recalls his endeavors, because heâs aware that even one glance at you all wrapped up in his coat wouldnât be too good for him.
Making out the warm lights in the distance, his heart falls as he realizes his time with you is drawing to an end. You seem to share similar sentiments, as you sigh silently.
Once again, a silence falls upon you two (well, three if your slumbering father counted) - but this time, it was serene. You could almost drift to sleep if it wasnât for your motherâs frantic calls for you from the front porch.Â
âOh, darlinâ, I was so worried! I didnât think it would be so late out!â she frets as Satoru helps you get down from his horse. Hands on your waist searing into your skin.Â
Clearly awoken due to the commotion, your dad stumbles his way down and towards your red brick villa.Â
âAh, honey! Iâm homeâŚsomehowâŚyou know, I met the most interesting fella Something-toru. A wanderer, real interesting.â turning comically to Satoru, he exclaims in delight âSomething-toru! How didya get âere?âÂ
Stifling his laughs, Satoru backs away, claiming he had to leave before your father roped him into more rounds of drinks. Which clearly didnât work because your mother approaches him, âStay, Satoru, stay! Canât have you sleepinâ underneath some tree when you escorted our darling daughter all the way out here.â
Any refusals are immediately blocked out by your very inebriated father yelling out in agreement, claiming he wanted to listen to more of Satoruâs âfunny lilâ storiesâ. Your parents head inside - well, more like your mother heads inside with your father in tow - having taken his speechlessness for agreement.
As you follow, you turn to Satoru, a strange part of you gleeful at the fact you wonât have to part with him for now. âWeâve got an extra room, and itâs got yerâ name on it. The stablehand will stall Gege, câmon, itâll be a lot better than the ground.â you grin.
âHey! The ground can be very comfortable.â Satoru declares defensively, yet follows you inside anyway.
Itâs only rushed goodbyes and promises to talk tomorrow morning as the housemaids fuss around Satoru. âGoodnight mâlady.â heâd winked as your head housekeeper clutched her pearls at his dirty boots on her recently polished hardwood floors.
That night, as you lay in your childhood bed, you realize that you still have Satoruâs coat on. Whether from his coat or something else entirely that you did not want to explore, you felt so warm inside.
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Morning dawns with the symphony of the Western meadowlark that nudges you gently awake - usually. Today, itâs abruptly shattered as the door bursts open and someone barges into your room. Judging by the thud of hefty boots, you knew very well who it was.Â
âRise nâ shine, mâlady!â Satoruâs voice - way too cheerful for six in the morning - chirps out.Â
Itâs been a few days since Satoru has been staying with you. Now more a friend than a guest, you expect heâs come to wake you up for a morning ride with Gege, watching the sun rise as you exchange silly banter. But itâs so earlyâŚ
âWhat do you want, Something-toru.â you grumble out from in-between your comfy covers. You secretly delight at his whines of âHow dare you not remember my name, I even told you about the rattlesnake lasso!âÂ
The warmth of your bed and the melody of Satoruâs voice has you sluggishly falling back asleep - thatâs before he promptly sits on your bed. The force of it bouncing you both, making you sit up with a laugh.
Satoru was on your bed.
Satoru was on your bed. Shit, after what your father told him this morning, he wouldnât blame you if you kicked him out with a punch to his pretty nose right this second. Mentally slapping himself a million times over, he hurriedly gets out the reason he was sent in to wake you up in the first place, âAh- Um, the mayor is meeting withâŚsomeone important, wanted you to come down and meet him. Well, if thaâs all then Iâll be going, Gege wonât brush himself, sadly.â
And before you could get another word out, heâs swiftly out the door.Â
Satoru was on your bed. Your cheeks slightly heat up as you realize you didnât mind?
His words ring in your ears as you get ready for the day - if it was someone important, then you might as well dress to impress. Impress someone else too. Shaking off these strange thoughts from your mind, you make your way downstairs, nose wrinkling at the smell of tobacco that greets you.
Youâve always hated the stench of the overpriced tobacco your father brings out to impress guests. âThere she is! My daughter!â your father smiles, beckoning you over. âThereâs someone whoâs here to see you.âÂ
Grimacing at the cloud of smoke, you take a seat on the plush sofa beside your father. He gestures at the man seated in front of him, âThis here is Naoya.â
Despite his sharply handsome features, you shift uncomfortably at the way he watches you like a predator appraising his prey, eyes following your every movement. Apparently approving of what he saw, his lips curl into a smirk, âYour future husband.â he says saccharinely sweet.
What the fuck?
âFather?â you panickedly turn to him for answers, voice strained at your attempt to keep it even. But your father merely guffaws out a laugh, âWell well, nothing confirmed just yet. But you know with the way things are going with the re-election, might as well get to know a suitor and...â his voice trails off as he takes another puff of his cigar.Â
âMy apologies sir, I refuse.â you drone out, looking straight at Naoya. You donât miss the way his smirk grows leeringly as he mutters âYou donât have too much of a say in this matter, sweetcheeks.â The audacity.
Apparently your father doesnât hear, a more grave expression taking over his face, âNow Iâve talked with Naoya, youâre of marriageable age. And as young as I feel, I wonât be around forever. You need someone to take care of you, dear. Weâve talked about this.âÂ
Tears prick at your eyes as you abruptly stand up, disturbing the smoke around you. âI can take care of myself.â you spit out venomously, storming your way to the heavy front door in an attempt to run away from this situation.
In the dim sunlight filtering through the curtains, Naoya watches in amusement as you stomp out of the room. Hilarious, the feisty ones were always the best.Â
Over the mayorâs ramble of apologies, he grins âNo donât worry about that. Sheâll be mine either way.â
The heavy wooden door creaks in protest as you slam it shut, echoing your frustration. The brisk air is a temporary relief from the suffocating atmosphere inside.
âTalked about thisâ your ass. Every conversation - if you can even call them that - was a heated warning about being married off before you end up a spinster. You couldnât care less about ending up alone if it didnât mean living life with a man that talked to you like that.
Your thoughts block out the crunch of the gravel beneath your boots as your feet subconsciously lead you to the stables, where you used to play hide-and-seek as a kid. More recently, though, it has become an escape from conversations like these.Â
Approaching its familiar wooden doors, you catch a glimpse of Satoru, back turned and meticulously grooming Gege.
Sensing your presence, he turns with an easy smile that quickly fades as he notices the deep furrow of your brows. âHey there, mâlady. Everything alrighâ?â cerulean eyes flit across your face worriedly.
âOh yeah, everythingâs great. Just got introduced to my absolute asshat of a future husband.â as if Satoruâs concerned expression makes something in you snap, the words tumble out along with your tears.
âI donât even- The way he looked at me- Can you even believe?â
Satoru was about to rip apart whoever this load of horse manure was that made tears streak down your pretty face. Throwing his brush down - which Gege didnât quite appreciate - he quickly envelopes you in his arms, letting you muffle your sobs.
âHey hey. Itâll be alright, weâll work something out. I promise, mâlady.â he consoles.Â
Eventually, as your cries die down, you look up to see the rising sun casting a soft glow on Satoruâs features, illuminating the sincerity in his gaze.
The determined glint in his eyes emboldens you, âYerâ right, I will not be forced into a marriage, especially with someone like Naoya. Iâm not anyoneâs property.â
A subtle warmth is present in Satoruâs gaze as he utters, âThaâs my girl.â before reeling back and backtracking immediately, âAh! I mean- good for you mâlady. Naoya ainât the one. Anyway, tell me about this âasshatâ.â
You raise a brow teasingly at his rapid change of demeanor, before plopping down on the hay, launching into your first impression of Naoya and why the rumors downtown of him making babies cry were probably true.Â
The sun shines high in the sky as you lay there in peaceful silence, only to be broken by the doubt weighing heavy on your mind. âIâm scared.â you admit.
Satoru turns from his place beside you from the hay, âItâs alright, you got Gege and myself beside you. If Naoya ainât the one then he ainât the one.âÂ
Your eyes meet his twinkling gaze, âYeah, heâs not the one.â
The air grows charged with something unspoken as the silence stretches out. Satoru can feel the tips of his ears burning at your words - stop it Satoru, she didnât mean anything by it. As always, he retreats into humor to break the crackling silence.Â
âIâd help you hide the body, yâknow. Then you can have a shotgun wedding with whoever you want to share your days with.â
âOh yeah? What if he turns out just like that asshat?â you challenge.Â
âWell, if it doesnât work out, you can always run away with me. Fightinâ tumbleweeds together.â Satoru makes light of the situation, in an attempt to etch that beautiful smile on your face once more. It works, as you throw your head back and laugh.
âYeah, Iâd love that.â you get out in-between giggles.Â
If someone looked at you like Satoru did, you probably wouldnât mind marrying them. A voice whispers in the back of your mind, sending your brows furrowing once again.
Meanwhile, Satoru finally had a name for your future not-husband - Naoya.
Urgently getting up and removing the hay stuck to your clothes once you hear your housemaids calling for you, you leave Satoru with a grateful smile that had him swooning out loud immediately after the stable door shut - to the very visible judgment of Gege.
It felt like a knife in his chest when the mayor tittered secretly to him about your future husband this morning, thoughts of you getting married plaguing his mind all morning. Well, if you were happy then itâs fine, isnât it?Â
He was halfway through imagining you in a beautiful dress of white when youâd arrived with a cloudy expression covering your gorgeous features. If Satoru had thought hearing about your fiancĂŠ was like being stabbed, then the despair on your face made him feel like he was completely cleaved in half.Â
You deserve someone that deserves you. Probably not him. Certainly not Naoya.
Walking back to the house to fetch his riding gloves, heâs lost in the thoughts of standing off against a faceless man calling himself your husband when he bumps into somebody.
âMy apolog- Asshat?â Satoru blurts out at the man testily raising a brow at him.
âExcuse you, barn boy?â he fumes, at the nickname that slips by. Ah, heâs done it now. Lips tweaking into a forced smile, Satoru grits out, âAh, apologies, sir. Cowboy tendencies.â
The air is tense as Naoya mutters, âKeep those to yourself.â He moves to walk past Satoru, before stopping close enough to utter words meant for only him to hear, âAnd stay away from my future bride. I saw the hay on her skirt, yerâ insane to think youâd have a chance, barn boy. Go back to wanderinâ around.â
Satoru stands rooted to the spot as Naoya walks off, too many emotions he canât name whirling inside him. That morning, he stalks off for his longest ride since arriving at Rustcliffe - not coming back with Gege until well after midnight.Â
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To Satoru, long rides always mean interesting dreams. Right now he was in a tap-dancing competition against a one-eyed alligator who looked suspiciously like your father. Itâs a shame - he was winning too - that the competition is suddenly crashed by an angel calling for him.Â
âSatoruâŚSatoru!âÂ
An angel that sounded likeâŚyou?
âSatoru if you donât wake up Iâm feedinâ your boots to Gege.â
His eyes shoot open, yet his sleep-addled brain still struggles to process you standing over his bed, soft hands shaking his bare shoulders lightly. âAngel?â he rasps out.Â
You huff out a laugh, âNo, Iâm here to drag you to hell - or close enough at least.â
Face burning at already making a fool of himself before noon, he sits up in bed, blanket sliding off to reveal his toned upper-half.
Shit, it should be illegal to casually have a body like that.Â
Trying your best to avert your eyes from the dips and curves of his sculpted body, you continue, âMy fatherâs holdinâ Rustcliffeâs annual Harvest Hoedown in a few weeks, the whole townâs gonna be there. You made it just in time for some dancing lessons.â
âWhat makes you think I need dancing lessons?â Satoru raises a brow playfully. You take a brief moment to admire the way his sleep-tousled hair curtains his alluring eyes, before replying in an ominous tone, âI need dancing lessons.â
Wow, you really did need dancing lessons, Satoru notes as he stifles a laugh when you step on the poor instructorâs foot for the fifth time this afternoon.Â
Locked in the stuffy studio, he recalls the way your father demanded that you not step one foot outside until you mastered the upbeat waltz for the hoedown - putting Satoru in charge of making sure you donât slip away. âItâs stupid really, heâs never had a problem with me sitting out before. All because that asshat will be thereâŚâ youâd muttered hotly on the way.
Ah yes, that asshat. Sleep weighs heavily on Satoruâs eyes from riding all night long, yet his words still ring painfully in his ears. Who did he even think he was to have a chance with you?Â
Well, itâs alright, Satoru will be out of this town in a few months, and youâll marry some man of your choice that could give you everything you could ever want.
The only thing that snaps Satoru out of his overthinking tirade is the abrupt pause of the music and the heavy sigh the dance instructor lets out - clearly having taken a break for his own sake rather than yours. You shuffle sheepishly across the polished floor to where Satoru stands, âWas it worse than you thought?â you grimace.
âWell, you always do find a way to surprise me, mâladyâ he teases, chuckling at your dramatic groan. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the instructor rushing outside for a smoke. Hopefully not because of your dancingâŚ
You scoff in defense as Satoruâs cackles grow louder - having thought the same thing. âWell, Iâm sure the great Something-toru is much better on his feet.â
Instead of retorting, he steps one heavy boot onto the waxy dance floor, holding out a hand expectantly. âCâmon, Iâll show you.â
âBut, thereâs no music?â you raise a brow, yet you place your hand in his much larger ones. Soft, his hands were surprisingly soft. And so warm.
âDid I mention I was a great singer too?â he grins, a small dimple at the corner of his mouth as he pulls you closer.Â
Shit, it was way too hot to be cooped up in a dance studio. Or maybe it was just Satoruâs hand around your waist, making your skin burn through your heavy skirts. They flow around you as he glides you gently across the floor.Â
You train your eyes steadily on your feet - partly out of necessity, and partly out of fear of meeting Satoruâs intense gaze.
The only sounds filling the small studio were the squeaks of your boots and Satoruâs soft humming of a nonexistent tune. It was beautiful, his voice. It reminded you of calm summer days.Â
âAh- sorry!â you panic as you step on his toe, only for him to pause his melody and huff out a laugh.
âStep on them as much as you want, mâboots are thick.â
Youâre sure he meant this only to bate your embarrassment, but something about his words and the warm endearment in his gaze have your cheeks heating up. You focus on your steps in silence as he guides you patiently, tenderly.
Pride grows in your chest as you start stepping on his boots every six steps instead of two. Satoru seems to have noticed too, âHey! Youâve improved, mâlady.â he whispers, as if afraid to break the stillness in that humid room as you two continue your silent dance.Â
Loud clapping from the doorway makes you two jump apart, shattering the serene bubble youâve found refuge in. âBrilliant! I thought Iâd come across my first hopeless case, yet youâve worked absolute wonders Mr. Satoru!â
Your escape is quick, you urgently drag Satoru out the door before he can be forcibly recruited as a dance teacher.Â
You heave out a sigh of relief at your freedom from the treacherous clutches of the dance studio. Merciless sunlight stinging your face, you begin to make your way through the dusty hustle and bustle of Rustcliffe in the afternoon.Â
Now, all you had to do was avoid bumping into your father for the rest of the day and you should be fine!
Speed-walking by Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon, youâre confused when youâre faced with a few more drunken stares than usual. Surely your new skirt canât be that flattering?
With a jolt, you realize youâre still grasping Satoruâs warm hand in his. Dropping it as if it burned, your cheeks heat up at the mirth on his features. âNot that Iâm complainin,â he grins, âbut warn a guy next time you manhandle him. Sânot good for the heart, mâlady.â
Rolling your eyes at his joke, you begin pointing out the things to see as you walk the familiar old roads of Rustcliffe, detailing the town gossip.
It really was not good for his heart, Satoru was sure heâll drop dead very soon one of these days because of you.Â
He couldnât rip his eyes off of you as you animatedly talked about granny Wei wrestling Mrs. Davidson for her secret brownie recipe.Â
Shit, he was really getting in too deep.
Night falls fast, a deep shade of blue.Â
Saying your goodbyes to Nanami at Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon - at a time you knew your father wouldnât be around - your heart swells as Satoru excitedly rambles about âGood olâ Nanamin! What a chip off the old block, we became fast friends yâknow?â
You didnât expect your mission to avoid your father to turn into an impromptu Rustcliffe tour. But watching Satoruâs face light up as you told him silly little stories of your childhood, you wouldnât have changed it one bit.Â
Sent off with a cheery âCome back soon deary!â, youâre exhausted by the time you say all your goodbyes to the people of the town.
âYouâre loved, yâknow?â Satoru speaks up out of nowhere as you steady yourself behind him on the saddle.Â
âHm?â you ask, fatigued from spending the day walking around town. A large hand caresses your cheek to rest your head against his back, tightening your arms around his waist.
Lightly snapping the reins, he repeats, âYouâre loved.âÂ
You drift on his words gently to sleep, the clip-clop! of the horse matching the deafening beat of your heart against your ribcage. If only you could be like this forever.
SLAM!Â
You wake up with a start, only to find yourselfâŚhovering? Surely there must be a valid explanation - you really didnât feel like doing an exorcism right now.
It takes a while of your nonsense to realize youâre being carried by strong arms supporting your back and legs.Â
âS-Satoru?â you ask blearily.Â
âShhh, forgive me, mâlady. Didnât think that damn door would be so loud.â he responds, bed creaking under his weight as he softly sets you down.Â
Smiling down at your incoherent mumbles, he whispers softly âItâs alrighâ, you can rest now. Goodnight mâlady.â
Struggling to rip his gaze from your gracefully sleep-addled one, itâs only the thought of someone in the house catching him in this position that makes him stand up.Â
A hand - uncharacteristically swift - grasps his wrist, stopping his tip-toeing to the door. âSatoruâŚâ your groggy call of his name sends shivers down his spine. Hesitatingly following the gentle pull of your hand, he kneels beside your bed.
âYes, mâlady?â he breathes.
You surge forward, sleep hazing the practical side of your mind. Acting on pure instinct, your soft lips meet his.Â
Satoru freezes in surprise as a beat passes. One. Two.
He stays in the same position when you flop back onto your pillow, soft snores filling the otherwise pin-drop silence. His lips burn as he brings up a hand to touch them in disbelief, stifling an euphoric laugh.
You startle awake in the middle of the night, after some questionable dream about Satoru carrying you to the bed and you kissing him. Â
Imagine. Ha!Â
Settling back into where you were carefully tucked into bed, you snuggle the warm coat at your side.Â
Wait. Shit.
---
If either of you remembered what happened that night, neither of you mentioned it.Â
Oftentimes, you questioned whether it was a dream. The only thing keeping you from fully believing so being the intensity in Satoruâs stare whenever his eyes briefly flickered to your lips and the hasty retreats whenever it seemed like you would bring up the topic.Â
But why wasnât he saying anything? And why did he not want you to?
In fear of messing up the comfortable camaraderie you two had, you continued this magnetic dance of normalcy. But honestly could you really consider it ânormalâ if each gaze was charged with something neither of you could describe?
But why wasnât he saying anything? And why did he not want you to?
You could only imagine the worst.
Satoru thinks heâs died and gone to heaven. Well, probably a bit below heaven, because - ideally - there youâd be his wife and Gege would actually like him.Â
Itâs alright, even if just for a sleep-hazed second, he was yours. And he didnât want to hear you apologize for it.
Still riding the euphoria of that brief kiss, he goes about life as usual, sure that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels.
---
âWELCOME ALL TO RUSTCLIFFE ANNUAL HARVEST HOEDOWN! WE GOT HARVEST, WE GOT HORSES, WE GOT SOME HOE- Oh- what? yes, dear that was on my scriptâŚâ your fatherâs voice bellows across town from the loudspeaker.Â
You breathe in the warm, candy-scented air, fairy lights illuminating the colorful stalls selling everything from candied apples to binoculars (âSpy On Your Neighbors Without Worry!â).Â
Place ringing with the bustle and chatter of the town, you think it feels like something out of a picture book.
A warm smile finds its way onto your face, youâve loved the Harvest Hoedown since you were a kid. Here, you can forget the longing for something more, the rows at home about your looming engagement, and most of all - you can almost forget Satoru.
Ever since that kiss, youâve found it hard to face him. Sure, the banter and half-joking schemes to murder Naoya are the same. But your heart clenches every time he looks at you with a tender melancholy, losing the words to apologize for taking advantage of his kindness.
âCome come! Itâs startinâ!â you hear gleefully from your left. Before you can register whatâs happening, youâre pulled into a circle of bodies dancing to an upbeat tune.Â
Laughter bubbling out of you as you lose yourself in the song, you turn to your right and seeâŚyour dance instructor, who is very visibly (and audibly) praying for his feet. Dramatic. Youâve learned a lot recently with Satoruâs help.
Oh, there he is again. For someone that leaves place so swiftly, he sure is set on living permanently in your mind.
Hidden amongst the audience, Satoru cackles at the distress on Mr. Dance Instructorâs face. Little did he know, with a bit of Satoruâs magic youâve improved - stepping on his toes only once every fifteen steps!Â
He was so proud of his girl.
Ah, except youâre not. Youâre so much more. And heâs reminded of that every time you averted your eyes from his during dance lessons, the proximity of your bodies doing nothing for how out of reach you felt to him.Â
He rips his gaze from you, walking away from the growing crowd. Where was that damn drinks table again?
Itâs past twelve as the townsfolk start pairing up for the hoedown couples dancing. Youâve usually sat this one out, not one for the complicated steps nor the intimacy.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spy your parents waltzing in their own world. How nice it must be. Your supposed asshat of a dance partner was over by the drinks talking with some men, barely looking your way.
Guess the dance lessons were for nothing. Frustrated and slightly tipsy, you move to make your way off the dance floor.Â
Suddenly, a large hand blocks your view of the exit. Who the-Â
Satoru.
Ears tinged a pretty red, and eyes slightly dazed, he hiccups over the rich music âWould you- dance with me, mâlady?â
Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the way his face flushed your favorite delicate pink - but you slide your hand into his warm one, âIâd be honored to, Satoru.âÂ
A strong arm pulling you flush against his body, faces only inches apart. His hot breath fans you as Satoru murmurs, âLooked sâbeautiful tonight. Best dancer in town Iâd say.â
âOnly cuzâ of you, Satoru.â you chuckle at his genuine tone as he steers you across the dance floor. Feet in perfect sync, the waltz fades into the background as you look into his tired eyes.Â
âNah, thaâs all you, mâlady. Iâm nothing much.â he grins morosely.Â
Your brows furrow at his words, clearly something was wrong. And this wasnât the place to talk about it. âCome with me.â you utter, pulling him along with you to a place you knew heâd love.Â
Little olâ Rustcliffe wasnât called that for nothing.Â
The air is tense, the chatter of crickets fill the silence between you two as you guide him to your haven, hand still tightly in his. Itâs a steep walk uphill from the outskirts of town, a place youâd stumbled upon during one dashing attempt to escape from this town as a tween.
âFinally here.â you exhale as you reach your destination, fireflies lighting the way.Â
âHah- If I didnât know any better Iâd say you were tryinâ to murder-â Satoruâs voice dies in his throat as he drinks in the view before him.Â
The twinkling lights of the entire town of Rustcliffe reflect in his eyes like constellations. Townsfolk barely discernible from this distance, yet the soft jovial music carried over. It was beautiful.Â
Satoru looks at you in awe as you lay down on the ground and point upwards, âThaâs not all, cowboy.â
Quickly getting on the ground beside you - albeit at a safe distance - his mouth gapes wider at the perfect carpet of stars above him. A celestial version of what he saw below. He turns his head to see you bathed in the moonlight. This place was beautiful.
âSatoru, are we okay?â you voice out in concern. Heâs taken aback by the sudden turn in conversation. You cut off his scramble to make a joke, âIâm serious. Please talk to me.â
He can never win against you.
Heaving out a sigh, âMaybe. Who knows. But whatever it is, please donât apologize for that kiss, let me have it.â
Now itâs your turn to be surprised, âLet you have it? Satoru, why wouldnât you have it?âÂ
âMâlady, I donât know if youâre aware, but youâre like fireworks. Captivating and fierce. That kiss was a mistake, and soon enough youâll find a rich, handsome-â
âI only want you.â
âIâm leaving soon.â he retorts.Â
âI only want you.â you repeat, stubbornly.
âIâm leaving mâlady.â he argues.
âNo- Satoru-â
âAnd Iâm childish. Iâm insecure. Iâll never be able to provide for you the way you deserve.â he plows on, emotion cracking his voice.
âSatoru, I love you.â you breathe out.Â
Satoruâs breath catches in his throat, the silence was deafening. âWhat was that?â he turns, voice quiet with disbelief.
âWell, I donât know if youâre aware, cowboy, but youâre like blue summer skies. And I just so happen to love blue summer skies.â you huff out, finally understanding the reason for his behavior these past few weeks.Â
âI donât expect a huge mansion, or some enormous ranch, or even a cowboy that knows the difference between a lasso and a rattlesnake. I just donât want anyone else, Satoru.â
âOh yeah?â
âYes.â
âAndâŚyouâre sure? Really sure?â
âYes.â
Silence punctures your conversation once more, broken only by a loud cackle. You turn in disbelief at his change in demeanor, âAll cheered up now, Satoru?â
âWhy would you have feelings for me? Was it the tumbleweed story that did it for you?â he gets out through laughs. It was contagious, and soon enough you yourself joined him, clutching your stomach.
In the thoughtful silence that follows, you find yourself inching closer to him until your faces are mere centimeters apart. âBlue summer skies and fireworks donât go too well together.â he breathes.Â
âWeâll make something work out, remember?â you hum.Â
Your first kiss with Satoru was a sleep-addled mistake.Â
The second was when his lips capture yours as if they were the source of life itself.Â
Rolling on top of you, heâs careful to not rest his full weight as his lips donât leave you, tongue caressing yours. Satoru tastes sweet - like hard candy and your fatherâs bottle of Baileys. Pulling away a hair's breadth, he whispers against your lips, âLet me be yours?â
âYou probably say this to all the girls, hm?â you tease him, as revenge for making you wait so long. He softly bites your lips in retaliation, relishing in your drawn-out whine. âYes, fine. If only youâll let me be yours.â
Clearly approving of your answer, he continues his dance with your lips. Barely parting to breathe, as if it hurt to leave you.
And it did. A low groan sounds from the back of his throat as Satoru kisses you with the desperation from these past few weeks. His hands stayed firmly cupping your face, as if scared to move elsewhere. Yours, however, was wandering the expanse of his back, and it was driving him insane.Â
âMâladyâŚâ he breathes out at the feeling of your legs wrapping around his hips, a warning.Â
You knew where this was going and you donât know if youâve wanted anything so bad. âSatoru, I need you.â you mutter, words punctuated by pecks to his swollen lips.Â
Maybe thatâs the trigger that sets him off. Itâs not long before Satoru is kissing you again. Pinning down your arms with one hand, he rolls his hips into yours. You gasp as you feel the outline of his hard cock straining against his trousers.Â
He was so big.
Your pussy drips with anticipation and fear of what was about to come.Â
Satoru thinks he might be getting whiplash, how was it that an hour ago he was moping in his loneliness and now heâs got you underneath him? Silently thanking whoever was up there, he wanders a hand down your body. Fingers trailing teasingly above where you wanted him the most.
âTell me what you want, mâlady.â he rasps. Now Satoru is sure heâs getting whiplash when you grind your hips up into his hand, whining âNeed you- on me.â
Skirts hastily pushed up, Satoru shuffles so his face is right hovering right above your pulsing core. In the cool moonlight, he can see the way you get wetter at each hot breath on your cunt. âPlease Satoru.âÂ
You were not good for his heart. Surging forward so heâs nose-deep in your pussy, Satoruâs tongue flattens against your swollen folds. His eyes roll to the back of his at your taste. You tasted better than the candy at the hoedown.
Your desperate whines for more send blood rushing to his cock, twitching achingly against his trousers. Leisurely dipping between your folds, he watches with blown-out eyes as you grind your hips deeper into his face, keeping a firm grip on his soft locks. Using him.
Shit, if this was your reaction to him teasing youâŚ
Your whimpers of pleasure and lewd squelches of your cunt fill the night air as he plunges his tongue inside your clenching hole, fucking you at a merciless rhythm. His brows furrow as his tongue dips in and out relentlessly. He sinfully loves the burn of his scalp as you pull his hair to angle him just right.Â
Thumb harshly circling your clit, Satoru thinks he loses a bit of his sanity at every moan of his name that leaves your pretty mouth. âYou taste sâgood. So perfect for me, mâlady.â his voice sends vibrations to your pussy that have you feeling your heartbeat banging in two places.
âHngh- Satoru, donâ stop!â you mewl as his nose catches on your clit, clamping down on his tongue. He continues his movements, breathing you in so sinfully. Air was overrated - Satoru Gojo, famously daring traveler and devilishly handsome, dies here between your legs. He wouldnât even mind.
âCum in my mouth, mâlady. Please.â he begs, voice muffled by your dripping cunt. He locks eyes with your fucked out ones as he pulls you by the thighs impossibly closer to him. He never wanted to part.
The stimulation of his voice in addition to his fingers and tongue becomes too much. âSatoru! Hah- Â Mâ gonna cum-â
Tears spring to your eyes as you cum all around Satoruâs tongue. He doesnât let up his harsh abuse of your pulsing pussy, groaning as he laps up your juices - your slick pooling at the corner of his mouth.Â
He was so greedy for you. Shit, this is so much better than heâs imagined every night heâs fucked his fist in that lonely room.
As both of you attempt to catch your breaths, the chattering song of crickets and distant music from the Harvest Hoedown fill the air once more. Satoru looks at you with a devious glint in his eyes that has your cunt twitching once more.Â
Youâd felt his rock-hard length. And you wanted it now.
âSatoru. let me feel you in my mouth, please.â you murmur. Kneeling before him, you look up at him with eager eyes. At his slow nod, you give an experimental squeeze to the large imprint of his cock, thighs rubbing together at Satoruâs drawn-out hiss.Â
âOh, mâlady. You drive me insane.â he groans.Â
Cursing the heavy trousers that cowboys wear, you fumble it down his legs. Muscles, creamy thighs come into your view, making your mouth water.Â
In the dim lighting, you see the precum drip down Satoruâs flushed cock. The prominent vein down his side glistens prominently. Shit, heâd never fit in your mouth let alone your cunt. But you wanted it so bad.
Satoruâs heavy breaths sound in the still air as your bruised lips inch closer to his throbbing cock. A deep breath, and you spit on his blushing head, saliva dripping down the side of his length and to where you gently grasped his base.Â
It was filthy, it was debauched. You absolutely loved it.
Satoru lets out a strangled moan as you flatten your tongue and take his tip into your mouth, sucking gently. He bucks his hips into your mouth as you run your tongue along his sensitive slit âShit- Sorry, mâlady. Youâre just hah- too good.â
Popping off his aching cock, you press kisses to the side of his length. He groans lowly at the vibrations as you speak about something that has been on your mind for a while now, âSatoru, donât you think weâre past formalities now?â
âWell, I could call you my goddess?â he smiles. âOr my angel? Or-â Satoru chokes on his words as you take him fully into your mouth - partly because you needed him to shut up, and partly because you cunt ached with need.
âSh-shit. Jusâ like that.â he rasps as you suck him at a dizzying pace. Precum drips down the side of your mouth as you take him in deeper - nose meeting the snowy white hair on his pelvis.
Your mouth burns at the stretch, his hips grinding lightly into your mouth to meet each bob of your head. Your pussy drips once more at how desperate Satoru was.
His mouth drops open in a silent gasp as you move to take his tight balls into your mouth. You admire the dazed look in his darkened eyes. âOh god- Iâm gonna cum. Please, let me cum in your mouth, mâlady.â he murmurs, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you continue your ruthless pace.
As soon as your lips are around his cock once more, Satoru comes fast and hard with a gravelly moan. Hot spurts of his seed dribble down the corner of your mouth as you take it all in.Â
Ah, this wasnât what you had planned when you brought him here - but you sure werenât complaining.
Satoru just about passes out when you stick out your tongue to show youâve swallowed every drop of cum he gave, cock twitching once more. He needed you in a way that would make a hooker blush.Â
Finding his voice, âAs much as Iâd love to ravish you right here, mâlady, I think you deserve somethinâ a bit more comfortable.â He swats at a mosquito attacking him as you grin devilishly.
---
Gege has never flown across the dry ground of Rustcliffe faster.Â
Wind in your hair and Satoruâs arms warmly around your middle, you feel the thundering of his heartbeat against your back - matching your own. You admire his moonlit profile, the light casting an otherworldly glow over his cloud-like hair. You could probably go anywhere if it was by his side.Â
Youâve never been happier to see that familiar olâ ranch.
Navigating your sprawling villa, you find, is close to impossible with a relentless Satoru pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck.Â
âSatoruâŚwe gotta make it to the bed.â you giggle, drunk off of him rather than the liquor from before. He sighs impatiently, before promptly lifting you off of your feet. His hat and hip holster falling to god-know-where as he runs up the stairs to your bedroom with you in his arms.
The thud of heavy boot echoes throughout the empty house - your parents still at the Harvest Hoedown. It reminds you of the night you first kissed him. As he slams your door shut and pushes you against it, however, you never in your wildest dreams would have thought that itâll lead to this.
Tongue tangling with Satoruâs, feet still not reaching the ground. You donât think youâll make it out of this alive. Nor will Satoru.
Satoru is definitely not making it out alive.
Heâs barely stepped a foot into your bedroom before heâs got his hands all over you - groping and teasing every inch of your body he can find. Your legs wrapped around him, he holds you in the air, hands roughly squeezing your ass.
His lips donât leave yours, tasting himself on your tongue - even as he bunches your skirts around your hips. Exhaling in relief as his hands meet your bare lips, he holds a finger to your pulsing core.
You whimper at the feeling, still sensitive from before. He drinks in your mewls of pain and pleasure, lips curling into a smug smile. âStill sensitive, mâlady? You poor thing. How will you take my cock if yerâ like this?âÂ
Your groan of impatience turns into a panicked whine as Satoru moves towards the bed, âMaybe we should tuck you in bed for now? Continue this tomorrow?âÂ
Reading the challenge in his eyes, you immediately free yourself from his hold. His confused gaze soon turns into a surprised one as you push him roughly onto the bed, straddling him after.
âYou always do surprise me.â he laughs out between the magnetic kisses you leave on his lips. Buttons fling across the room as you rip his shirt in impatience - fingers too dripping in lust to work through them. Youâre sure if the same could be done to your heavy prairie skirt, then it wouldâve suffered a similar fate.
You run your hands along his sculpted body greedily, as youâd wanted to since the first time you saw him shirtless. He hisses at the friction and the impatience at wanting to do the same to you, fingers fumbling with your complicated clasps.
After much frustration and curses on whoever invented corsets, youâre finally exposed in front of Satoru.
Shit, he really should call you his goddess. Because in the dim lighting of your bedroom, he thinks heâs in heaven as you sit atop him, bare and needy for him. Fuck Naoya. Fuck any faceless suitable husband. Eyes half-lidded and lips kiss-bitten, youâre like this because of him.Â
Grinding his now-bare hips against yours, a low groan rips from his throat at the feeling of your swollen folds spreading against his aching cock. Your dripping slick mixes with his as he continues rutting into you.Â
âAh! Enough teasinâ, Satoru- Want you inside me.â you whimper sinfully.Â
Your words make Satoru snap. Wordlessly, he sheaths himself inside you with a sigh of relief. Moans leave his throat unrestrained as he bullies his cock deeper and deeper inside your hot cunt. âFuck. Sâtight, your pretty pussy is suckinâ me in so good mâlady.â he hisses out, brows furrowed in pleasure.
Satoru could feel himself losing more and more of his sanity every time your plushy walls clenched down on him as he pulled out to fuck up into with harsh thrusts. It was so animalistic, the way your perfect cunt couldnât bear to part with him.Â
Your slick drips down his length and onto his heavy balls each time he rams into you at a merciless cadence. Soft yelps of his name leave your lips every time his tip kisses your cervix.Â
Ah, this time he was actually going to pass out. Your pretty whines, your dripping cunt, the way your tits jiggled so enticingly at each thrust - it was all too much.Â
Angling you slightly with his bruising grip on your hips, Satoru smiles with satisfaction at that one spot that makes you convulse on his cock. Abs burning at the pace, he hits it over and over. Your nails dig into the muscle of his shoulder, moans of his name leaving you against your will.Â
You were sure to be absolutely covered in marks tomorrow.Â
But that was a problem for later you. Right now, all you could focus on was grinding your hips down to meet Satoruâs thrusts, eager for him to hit that spot even harder. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the painfully good stretch of your snug cunt. So full.Â
âK-keep going, Satoru. Donâ stop, please.â Your rickety bed creaks in protest at each relentless thrust, overpowered only by the stinging smacks of his balls against your ass.Â
It was so filthy. So debauched. And you absolutely loved it.
As Satoruâs hands sneak down to draw rough circles on your clit, you feel yourself getting closer and closer towards cumming. Leaning down to capture his lips with yours once more, you whisper against his mouth, âSatoru, Iâm- Hngh-âÂ
He connects his sweaty forehead with yours, âMm. me too. Fuck, gonna fill this pretty pussy up. You want that, mâlady?â
Just the thought of being so full of Satoru sends you over the edge. You cum with a lewd moan of his name, cunt clenching so impossibly tight around his cock.Â
âAh! Shit.â Satoru grits out at the way your walls were fluttering around him so perfectly. Your whimpers as you gush around him sounds like music to his ears.Â
Satoru thinks he sees heaven as he cums. A part of his soul parting with him that night. Thick ropes of his seed paint your walls white, strained whispers of your name leaving his mouth as if a prayer. As if you were his goddess.Â
A feral part of him keeps bucking his hips into you, letting you ride out your highs together. Fucking his cum deeper and deeper - claiming you as his.
You do the same in your own way - biting down on Satoruâs exposed neck. Hard. His strong arms wrap around you to keep you from moving away, letting you use him as you please.Â
Cum drips down your legs, staining your blanket.Â
As your highs finally bate, you blink out the haze from your eyes. Looking up at Satoru from where you were snuggled into the crook of his neck, admiring the innocent blush adorning his face and his glossy, bruised lips. Both of you so overstimulated and euphoric.
âGot any travel stories like this?â you chuckle out, half-delirious and exhausted from what just transpired in this room.Â
âNot at all.â Satoru breathes out, pulling you closer to him, closing his hazy eyes to the sex-filled air.Â
That night, squeezed into your warm single bed, Satoru tells you stories of before his travels. Youâre unsure if your parents are home yet, and right now with Satoru in your arms - you donât care.
You listen as he rambles about growing up in the quaint town of Summer Pass. How he was raised with beautiful parents, a wonderful life. Yet, since the passing of his best friend, heâd taken up what the two had been dreaming of since they were children - wandering the world.Â
âIâm afraid, if I stay too long then it always ends up hurtinâ.â he whispers into the still night. Caressing his hair, you pull him into your warm embrace. Your heart weighs heavy as the back of your mind pangs with the realization that Satoru will still leave despite this.
Both of you fall asleep reminiscing talks of your childhoods. In your exhausted state, maybe you misheard - but you couldâve sworn by the âI love you, mâlady.â Satoru whispered against your lips right before you closed your eyes.Â
Limbs intertwined till youâre unsure where one ends and the other starts, you have the most peaceful sleep in a long time.
Youâre unsure when Satoru snuck out of your room. The only evidence of last night being the washcloth on your bedside table that heâd tenderly cleaned you up with, and a singular button from his shirt at the foot of your bed.Â
Cheeks heating once you catch sight of it, you make your way down to breakfast in your most well-covered dress.Â
What you certainly didnât expect was to be interrogated by your mother. âSoâŚâ she begins. âWhen did you come home, darling? We didnât see you at the hoedown after midnight.â
Ah, suddenly these scrambled eggs just did not want to go down your throat. âJusâ...went to see somethinâ interesting.â you respond, eyes meeting with Satoruâs amused ones across the table as he subtly plays footsies with you underneath.
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Sneaking around with a secret cowboy boyfriend doesnât just happen in books, you realize. Itâs a lot easier since Naoya is around a lot more often than usual. The only thing he might be good for may be keeping your parents entertainedâŚ
Since then, Satoru, you conclude, really does not like L-words: namely, Love and Leaving.
Despite his breathless confession that night, Satoru hasnât said anything more about his feelings towards you - nor when heâll be leaving.Â
Itâs okay, you have time. You console yourself, as you lay in bed with him after heâd snuck into your room as per usual, pulling his warm presence closer to yours. But Satoruâs inevitable departure looms closer and closer like a dark cloud above your head.Â
Itâs only two months after that night, when youâve retreated from another engagement conversation you shut down, that Satoru brings it up. Hands intertwined and watching the sunset on top of your fatherâs barn, he utters in an uncharacteristically grave tone âI planned to leave next week, mâlady.âÂ
Your heart pricks at his words. You knew this was coming.Â
Clenching your fists in self-assurance, your words tumble out.
âLet me come with you.â
âLet me stay with you.â
The nostalgic lullaby of the world around you is deafening as you and Satoru reel back in synchronized surprise.Â
âYou- stay?â
âWait- huh?â
Brow raised, you gesture at him to continue. âI just- I thought maybe I could stay here. Build a life with you, if youâd like, mâlady.âÂ
Your eyes widen in surprise. Satoru - who smiles brightest when talking of his tales of travel - was offering to settle down?
âW-what? Satoru, why would you? You love traveling.â you sputter out in disbelief. His smile grows, as does the warmth in his eyes. âIâve found something I love a lot more.â he murmurs, with a playful bite to the crook of your neck.
You crack a smile at his sincerity, though you shake your head in disagreement. âYou should be out there explorinâ the world, Satoru. AndâŚI want to be right by your side.â
âI thought you loved this place?â
âI do.â you sigh. âBut I feel so trapped.â
Resting your head on Satoruâs shoulders, you admit how dear Rustcliffe is to you - although oftentimes you try to deny it - and how you want to leave just as much.Â
The stars wink at you two mischievously by the time youâre done, a twinkle that matches the look in Satoruâs eyes as he announces, âSo~ We run away together in a blaze of glory. End scene, credits roll, Gege winâs best actor.â
âExactly. Although I prefer the term unannounced relocation.â you hum, relishing in his bark of laughter. âNow, câmon, cowboy. We gotta get up early for that damn election rally tomorrow.â
Heading back home as inconspicuous as possible is always tedious. In addition to praying away your swollen lips, you head in innocently at different times.Â
Hurriedly greeting your housekeeper, you attempt to make a swift escape to your room. Only to be blocked byâŚNaoya?
âWe meet again, sweetcheeks.â he smiles, stepping closer towards you. Determined to stand your ground, you stare menacingly up at him. âHello, my apologies for being so unavailable to meet these days. Business, yâknow.â your voice steady.
âAh, yes. I know.â he hums dangerously. Looming closer to your face, you smell the tobacco on his breath as he mutters, âItâs no matter, your father and I have gone through with our conversations. You and I will announce our engagement tomorrow at your fatherâs rally. That is final.â
âIâve talked with you about this, Iâve screamed at you about this. I will not marry you no matter what my father nor anyone else says.â you grit out through clenched teeth.Â
âWhy? Got anyone in mind? Think itâll be anyone else your father approves of?â he raises a brow, delicately raising the neckline of where your dress had dripped down - where Satoru had nipped before.
He knows.
âNot at all.â you smile sweetly. Not waiting for a response, you run upstairs. Seems like running away in a blaze of glory might have to hurry up.
Twisting and turning the entire night, you donât get a wink of sleep, mind a whirlwind of how youâd get Satoru and run away before the announcement.
It was terrifying.
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Parading around town in an itchy engagement dress under the boiling sun on your fatherâs collection of purebred Italian horses (+ Gege) wasnât exactly how you wanted to spend an ideal morning. But it wasnât the worst.
You snuck glances at Satoru riding in front of you, looking devastatingly handsome as ever.Â
Naoya had been terrifyingly quiet all morning. You could feel his penetrating stare on you, scrutinizing every movement and every conversation. He rides beside you - your soon-to-be husband.
As the procession ends at your fatherâs podium, where he proudly takes a stand. As he plows on with an inspirational speech that has the audience in cheers, your mind runs a mile a minute as you slip away from the stage. Even in your gauzy white dress, itâs easy to get lost in the animated crowds of Rustcliffe - which you and Satoru use to your advantage.
This was happening. You were going to finally leave.Â
Heart clenching at the sight of your jovial parents onstage, you take a long look before turning away. Itâs okay, itâs alright. This is something youâve been wanting for years.Â
Brain whirring at the letters youâd send them on your travels, you miss the harsh gaze following you.Â
âSatoru!â you gasp at the blur of white and black that embraces you as soon as you step foot into Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon. The bar, empty for the first time in years since your fatherâs last rally, was your hastily chosen place of refuge.
Nanami, who wasnât initially too keen on being involved, had sympathized once he saw the look on your face. âAlright, but if anyone asks - you two were never here. Not too good for business, yâknow.â heâd stated, permitting you two to do whatever you please.Â
Although, it probably was worth noting that heâd almost taken it back once Satoru tackled him into a hug with a joyful squeal of âNanamiiiin~!â
âCâmon now. Iâve got our bags saddled on Gege. Weâll leave immediately.â Satoru voices, snapping you out of your reminiscing. Rushing to give Nanami a farewell hug, your heart lurches as he whispers âGoodbye. Promise youâll write.âÂ
This was really happening.
Nodding in promise, you finally turn to the open door and step into the dusty sunlight. Satoru leads you to where Gege is impatiently waiting for your quick getaway. You could almost laugh at the sheer exhilaration coursing through your veins.Â
You were going to get out.
You grip onto Satoruâs shoulder for support as he circles his arms around you to lift you onto the seat, slightly shaking at the intoxicating adrenaline.Â
You were finally going to be free.Â
âLeavinâ so soon, sweetcheeks?â a chilling voice slices through the air. One that you know way too well. Your heart stops, as does Satoruâs hands in midair - before he sets you down slowly.
Body moving against your will, you turn to the deceivingly sweet voice behind you. Naoya.
A cold sweat breaks out across Satoruâs forehead.Â
He stares down Naoyaâs hand hovering over the holster at his hip. âI knew there was something off about you, barn boy. You think Iâd be outmatched by someone like you?â he hisses, resentment poisoning every word.
Satoru does what he does arguably the best, âOh câmon asshat, donât be so melodramatic. Weâre just going on a little adventure.â he smirks.
âDonât I know of these adventures.â Naoya spits out.Â
Agonizingly slow, Naoya draws his gun. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife as the three of you stand frozen, searing sun casting eerie shadows across the desolate road.Â
BANG!
Naoyaâs first shot tears through the deafening silence. Narrowly missing the bullet, Gege whinnies in fear before running off to safety. Satoru skillfully maneuvers you two into the shadowy alleyway beside Olâ Rustcliffe Saloon.
In the blink of an eye, he presses you close to the dust-bitten wall as he pulls out his gun. âStay here.â he gasps out.��Â
With lightning speed, Satoru retaliates - firing back-to-back shots at Naoya with a speed and precision that has him scrambling for cover behind a barrel.Â
The gunfire echoes throughout the quiet town, these familiar streets becoming a battleground. Despite both parties shooting from their impromptu covers, neither are invincible.Â
A stray bullet harshly grazes his arm, blood painting the ground a deep crimson. Fuck, this really burned like a motherfucker. But he was still alive - he still had to protect you.Â
The standoff intensifies, stray bullets flying off in every direction. They splinter holes through the rustic shop banners. You could only be thankful that the town was at the rally, confident youâd never forgive yourself if anyone died on this road today.
Satoru fires off shots with uncanny accuracy, years of defending himself on the road coming in handy. Yet, he was losing blood. So much blood. He realizes with a jolt that his vision was slowly blurring.Â
Breaths labored and slumping forward against the wall, he aims one last shot at Naoya. Fuck. Shit. Dear lord, if youâre up there, please donât let my love die here.Â
A finger pulls the trigger. The bullet flies through the air as if in slow-motion.Â
It hits metal.
Naoyaâs gun flies through the air, clattering onto the sun-scorched ground as he is finally disarmed. The beginnings of a grin curl Satoruâs lips before he heaves out a heavy sigh. Eyes closing and body collapsing forward, the last thing ringing in his ears being your harrowed scream.
âNo no no no. Satoru please.â sobs wreck your throat as your hands frantically check for Satoruâs pulse. In your panicked state of mind, you barely register the crunch of gravel nearing towards you two.Â
âShit. The fuck is it that you even want?â that dreaded voice sounds ominously in your ears. âTo travel? I can fuckinâ take you places.âÂ
Sagging on the saloon wall for support, Naoya clutches his bleeding side as he observes the two of you. In an instant, youâre in front of Satoruâs body protectively, hand steady on his discarded gun pointed right at Naoyaâs head.Â
âLeave, before I shoot your brains out..â you threaten, voice deceptively steady.
âI thought I could be the one to break you - the mayorâs wildchild daughter. But why the fuck do you put yourself through this?â he continues, voice strained with anger.Â
âBecause he is the one I want. I refuse your proposal, and I am not sorry for it. Now leave.âÂ
You were standing up now, the cool metal of the barrel pressed firmly to his forehead. Finger hovering above the trigger.
âI believe the lady said to leave.â Nanamiâs voice startles you both. His normally stoic face was etched with anger.Â
Despite his injuries, Naoya manages to glare at Nanami. But, realizing the odds are against him, he backs away, but not before venomously promising âThis ainât over, sweetcheeks.â
He leaves a bloody trail as he limps out of sight.
âTold you this wasnât good for business.â Nanami sighs at the chaos. With Nanamiâs help, you carry Satoru inside - body moving on instinct as your mind races to process everything that happened.Â
The empty bar now serves as an improvised hospital. Laying Satoru down on a table that acts as a makeshift bed, propping his feet up in a desperate attempt to recirculate his blood. You desperately tear the intricate of your engagement dress into bandages, hurriedly wrapping it around his injured arm.
The atmosphere is taut, air once thick with the stench of alcohol now reeking of blood and the dusty antiseptic Nanami had brought to you from the very back of his shelves. The methodic ticking of the bar clock sounds like gunshots to your ears.
His reassuring presence is probably what keeps you sane as you stare unmovingly at your hands, stained a dark red from the blood seeping through Satoruâs clothes.Â
You must have been sitting there for hours. Maybe even days. Or it might have even been just a few minutes.
All you know is a flash of blue, and youâre surging forward, heart racing. âSatoru?! Satoru! Please say something.â you cry out, tears streaming down your face once more. Nanami quietly makes his exit to the back, leaving the two lovers to their privacy.
âSatoru.â you breathe out, relief flooding your body and a smile forcing its way onto your face as Satoruâs half-lidded eyes meet your worried ones.Â
âMâlady.â he whispers weakly. His uninjured arm shakily cups your cheek, and you lean into his warm touch. âI would never have forgiven myself if I left you alone, mâlady.â he rasps, eyes boring into yours. âCouldnât have fought off the tumbleweeds yourself.â
You let out a watery laugh. There he is, the man you love.
âI love you, Satoru.â you speak in a hushed tone, as if anything louder will throw you back into your nightmare. His smile grows, blue summer eyes flooding with silent tears.Â
âI love you, too. So, so much. Wherever you go sâ where I belong, my love.â he utters words meant for you - and only you.Â
Your heart swells at the indescribable emotion on his face. âThen, rest well. We have to make our getaway in a blaze of glory, remember?âÂ
It wasnât a blaze of glory, more like a teary trail of apologies and thanks as you embrace Nanami farewell - for the second time today. He hugs Satoru too, but only begrudgingly after he bemoans about being on the brink of death any second now.Â
You step outside once more, hands shaky at what awaits you.Â
In the distance, you hear a frantic call of your name. You turn, only to have your parents barreling emotionally into you.Â
Word seems to have spread around town about what had happened, and your parents were first to come to you - your father running off midspeech.Â
Through your hurried stream of tears and recollections of what happened, you managed to bawl out âI-Iâm so-â
Words which are quickly hushed by your equally emotional parents. âPlease donâ apologize.â your mother soothes.
âIf anything, I should. Iâm so sorry for tryinâ to coop you up here, my dear. I was a scared, insolent man. Sâhard to not see you as my little girl, I hope you can forgive me, my darling.â your father sighs shakily. He looks a lot older than you remember him.
Grabbing both your parents into a tight embrace, you whisper out the words âI love you, and I promise to write.âÂ
With a final hug goodbye from your parents - to both you and Satoru, you take a seat in front of him on the now-calm Gege.Â
âReady mâlady?â you send a teasing glance at Satoru, who positively swoons overdramatically.
âOh yes, Mr. Brave nâ Handsome cowboy.â he responds in a theatrically high falsetto. âTravelinâ the world wonât be all sunshines and rainbows, yâknow? If you want a way out now then jusâ say the word.â he warns in his normal voice.
âTrynna get rid of me already, cowboy?â you raise a brow playfully. He wraps his arms securely around your waist. âJust sayinâ, wouldnât want you to regret a single thing.â he murmurs softly.
âI wonât. As long as we win against those tumbleweeds, right?â
Huffing out a laugh, âCanât promise ya that, my love. Youâll jusâ have to take a chance on me.â
The snap of reins. A last look at your waving parents, and your little town of Rustcliffe. You ride into the horizon with your white dress billowing behind you - on what you and Satoru would later consider blazing glory.Â
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âDidya hear about the mayorâs daughter? Last I heard, she was kidnapped by a rogue cowboy a couple years back, snatched her straight off her feet on her wedding day!â
âHogwash! I heard she went quite willingly - the boy was quite a looker, you see. Stabbed her fiancĂŠ in his sleep before riding off into the sunset!â
Nanami stifles a laugh at the scandalized gasps echoing around the table as the old drunkards run the gossip mill.Â
In a subtle motion, he discreetly tucks away a photograph, its back adorned with enthusiastic handwriting and aâŚhoofprint?Â
Taj Mahal sprawling in the backdrop, two identical heads of white hair grin mischievously in the photo.Â
Yet, yours takes center stage.
A/N. Did this in two days, anything is possible kids (I need to lie down). Reblogs are so so so appreciated.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
âś Pairings: Suguru Geto x AFAB Reader, non-curse modern college AU
âś Series Summary: You and Suguru Geto have grown to be close friends in your college years. You can even say heâs one of your best friends with the way both of you are constantly hanging around each otherâs orbit. Both of you also somehow understood each other better than anyone else can amongst your shared group of friends, and always trying to guess the otherâs move like a game of chess. Youâre aware of his reputation, though â his series of non-committal relationships, breaking one heart after another â but you were guilty of this too out of fear of being vulnerable. But what happens when the barrier of intimacy has been broken between two people who have an immense fear of being in love? Who will break first?
âś Content Warning: NSFW, friends with benefits, smut, angst, 18+, mentions of alcohol and smoking, p in v, unprotected sex (entertainment purposes only pls reader's discretion is advised), they both have commitment issues lol
âś Inspirations: Casual - Chappell Roan | Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - Dinah Washington | this suguru artwork by @rice5x
âś chapters âś
âś 01: The Biteďšyou said, "baby, no attachment" âś
You and Suguru Geto are close friends in college. Constantly hovering in each otherâs orbit, bonded by shared fear of falling in love and shared interests and ideas in having a good time. One night after a classmate's small surprise gig on a Thursday night, you found yourself in your bed with him next to you. Both of you have done something you shouldnât â but neither of you wanting to stop.
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Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time...
...you and I drink the poison from the same vine.
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â COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY!! â
⧠pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader
⧠summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic?
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n.
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It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter.Â
But it wasnât the merchandise you were looking to pick up.Â
It was him.Â
You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak.Â
âExcuse me,â you glance up as you spot him â and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you donât breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that â dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes â and his eyes â god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown â and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises?Â
He was everything that your teen self had wanted â the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, âCan I help you find something?â His tone was casual, but he was curious â probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers.Â
âNo, no, sorry, Iââ no, donât tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot â first of all its confusing, second of allâ âI just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,âÂ
Fuck. out of all the things to say â I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair â you had to pick the most generic ass comment.Â
He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, âthanks,âÂ
And thatâs all it took â you now needed to see him smile.Â
Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped.Â
And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him â âi have some extra hair ties, if you want them,â you offer him a few hair ties, âI overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you donât mind,âÂ
And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze.Â
Fuck.Â
âNot at all, thank you,â and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, âwhat was your name? I didnât catch it last time,âÂ
You tell him, smiling, âYour name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,â and heâs biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, âIâve noticed you a couple times when Iâve come inâ not in a weird way, I justââÂ
âIâve noticed you too,â and finally heâs smiling â and you know heâs got you, you know youâre fucked.Â
And you do get fucked â in the back of Hot Topic during his break.Â
It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break heâs got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they havenât put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, âyou guys sell these?âÂ
He shrugs, âThey started to in the last few years, not a lot. They donât want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,â And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, âhave you never used one before?âÂ
And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, âNo I never have,â and the next question stumbles out as a joke, âwhy? Wanna help me learn?â And you want to bite your tongue, but youâre too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks.Â
âI would,âÂ
And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close heâs standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else â lust? â and his lips curled in a small smile.Â
Fuck.Â
âYouâre gonna have to be a little quieter, love,â heâs murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as youâre pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears.Â
But how can you be quiet?Â
The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck.Â
And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, âsuck,â he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, âgood girl,âÂ
And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, âso responsive,â he groans, as your legs grow weak, and heâs stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass.Â
Heâs huge.Â
The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, âTrying to tease me, sweetheart?â And heâs pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, âdonât forget whoâs teaching you,â and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, âso tight, despite the vibrator,â he hums.
âChoso, pleaseââ and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator â youâre already so close, âI'mââÂ
âCum for me,â heâs grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, âone more for me, pretty, you can do it,âÂ
âNo, no, Choso, please too much, canâtââ and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close â you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and youâre nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.
âGood girl,â he murmurs as heâs tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, âthatâs it, clean up your mess fâme,â and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, âso pretty when you cry â canât wait to make you do it again.â
Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, âAgain?â and heâs pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, âYou didnât think this would be our only lesson, did you?âÂ
And it wasnât â the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store â and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much.Â
He was too much.Â
âHowâs that feel?â dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, âuse your words, love,âÂ
âToo good, Cho-so,â the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, âplease, please, need you,âÂ
âWhat do you need?â and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, âwhat do you want me to do?âÂ
âPlease, justââ and heâs tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, âplease just touch me â with your fingers or mouthââÂ
And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good â but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is â he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns.Â
He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, âyou smell so good â howâs that possible?â and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart.Â
Thatâs when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut â shit, the door â he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his â well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didnât think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up.Â
âChoso, should weââ and the footsteps draw closer â and fuck â did you get wetter? And tighter â his moan is muffled against your walls, âChoso, stop, weââÂ
âYou donât mean that,â he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, âyou arenât being honest â but you are down here,â and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, âwant them to know how good I make you feel,â his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, âbe quiet for me, baby,â and his tongue slips back into your cunt.Â
Heâs nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldnât they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldnât they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest â and if they did, they certainly didnât care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store.Â
And youâre close, so fucking close, and you donât hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, âChoso, Iâm soââÂ
âCum fâme, need to feel you cum around my tongue,â he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you canât help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care.Â
And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump.Â
You cover your mouth â the customer, and Chosoâs eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, âFucking lock the door next time,â you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.
âSo thereâs going to be a next time?â he tilts his head, and you flush.Â
How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? âNot if you donât lock the door,âÂ
âItâs their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,â and you shake your head, as he draws closer, ânow, I have twenty minutes of lunch left â so where were we?âÂ
And you push him towards the changing room door, âGo lock the door first,â and he relents, chuckling.Â
âJust for that, Iâm going to look for the clit sucker I couldnât find before.âÂ
~~~~
The two of you had fallen into a pattern.Â
And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even soâŚ
You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started.Â
âYou two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?â you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin.Â
âWhat are youââÂ
âPlease, like we donât know what goes on in the back during breaks?â he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, âplus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,âÂ
âReally?â your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves â but you canât help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind â why hasnât he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadnât asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadnât even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, youâre one of many people heâs bedding. Even if he doesnât seem the type.Â
âWhat? Trouble in paradise?â Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, âwhatâs wrong?âÂ
âNo, itâsââ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, âhe just hasnât asked me out yet, Iâm just wondering what heâs thinkingââÂ
âWell, I definitely donât think heâs seeing anyone else,â he hums, âbut he does tend to go straight home a lot when youâre not around. Maybe something is going on at home?â And then heâs pushing you towards him, âno time like the present to find out,âÂ
âMahitoââÂ
âChoso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?â He grins, offering some money, âbe a doll, wonât you?âÂ
Choso sighs, âFine,â and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, âyou coming?âÂ
You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, âChoso, can I ask you something?âÂ
His eyes slide to you, âOf course,â and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks â heâs so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet â you didnât want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice.Â
âBig bro, that you?â A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, âI didnât think you got off until later,â itâs a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on â this was Chosoâs brother?
Choso cracked his rare smile, âI donât get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,â and Yujiâs gaze slides to you.Â
âOh, Iâm sorry I didnât see you there,â he smiles a thousand watt smile, âIâm Yuji Itadori, Chosoâs brother,â and heâs glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an âo,â âare you his girlfriend?âÂ
âYujiââ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, âI thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.âÂ
âI wanted to see you when your shift got off â I thought we could have dinner together,â Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling.Â
This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger.Â
âOk, but donât goof off. Make sure to study,â and Yuji nods.Â
âNice to meet you,â and he leans in to whisper, âtreat my brother good, ok?â And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot.Â
âI will,âÂ
âCho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,â and heâs off again, gone as fast as he came.
âSorry about that,â Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, âdidnât know Yuji would be here,âÂ
âI didnât know you had a brother,â and he bites his lip.Â
âItâs relatively new â weâre half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesnât really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and heâs staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,â the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, âheâs been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,âÂ
And now the pieces were clicking into place, âAnd thatâs why youâve been going home a lot lately,â and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, âI mean, you just havenât had a lot of time lately,â you canât meet his gaze, âit must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.âÂ
âYeah, he eats everything in the house, and heâs staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,â and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, âbut I could use a break,â and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze.Â
No time like the present, right?
âWell, should we maybe go on a date?â and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, âweâve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, likeââÂ
And heâs shaking his head, âI know, I know!â heâs the one who canât meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, âIâd like that â I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji weâd hang out, but Iâm sure he wouldnât mind postponingââÂ
âWe can always do it tomorrow, I donât want to keep you from your brother,â and his lips curl into a smile, âheâs a good kid,âÂ
âHe is,â and his fingers find yours again, âI can tell Mahito that Iâll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we couldââÂ
âHave another lesson?âÂ
And eight oâclock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isnât moving slow when itâs only the two of you.Â
Heâs pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as heâs pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue.Â
And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt.Â
Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was.Â
And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, âChoso, pleaseââÂ
âI have to get you ready first, love,â his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and heâs groaning, âbut maybe I donât,âÂ
âFuck, so wet for me, arenât you?â he murmurs, as heâs walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, ânearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,â his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release.Â
One of his fingerâs slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure.Â
âMmm, Choso, moreâ" and heâs adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you.Â
âSo greedy,â he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, âyouâre practically sucking me in, but itâs still not enough for you, is it?â his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks.Â
His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you donât hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, âChosoââ and heâs pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much.Â
You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans â and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, âso pretty,â he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light.Â
And heâs leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. Youâre still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and heâs tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach.Â
Your mouth runs dry.Â
Fuck, heâs even bigger than you thought.Â
Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you â but fuck â your cunt twitches â you kind of want it to break you.Â
âLike what you see, Princess?â you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. Youâre rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it.Â
And heâs a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldnât resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze.Â
His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, heâs going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch.Â
His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, âBaby, ngh, itâs too goodâfuckââ heâs so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, âshit, I canâtââ and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and heâs gone â heâs pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away.Â
Heâs leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, âHaa, baby, sâgood fâme,â and somehow heâs still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, âyou donât have toââÂ
And heâs still so sweet â his eyebrows knit together as heâs examining you with concern, but youâre only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, âI need you, Choso, please,â and heâs nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and heâs made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal.Â
Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, âYou liked sucking me off that much, love?â he murmurs, kissing your neck, before heâs dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, âIâll go slow,â he assures you, as you nod.Â
Heâs sinking into you inch by inch â and not even halfway, you already feel like youâre ready to burst, âSo big, Choso, Iââ and heâs murmuring quiet reassurances, as heâs parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out.Â
âSâgood, baby, so tight,â heâs moaning, Youâre taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.
âSâfull, so big,â you pant, growing more needy by the second, heâs reaching places youâd only dreamt of â his leaking tip kissing your cervix, âmove, p-pleaseâah!âÂ
And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length â bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you.Â
âSo pretty fâme,â heâs moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out, âso perfect, take me so well,â heâs murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, âpretty cunt made just for me, isnât that right, Princess?âÂ
âYes, yes, Choso,â and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder.Â
âNo one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, canât wait to feel you cumminâ around me,â heâs panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, âfeels sâgood, so wet and warm for meââ his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him.Â
Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming â the telltale flutter of your walls, âChoso, Iâm coming, I canâtââÂ
âCum for me, let me fill you up,â and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and youâre cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls.Â
The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before heâs easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt.Â
âI donât think I can walk after that,â and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck.Â
âDonât worry, Iâll carry you,â and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick.Â
âSo then you can lift me up when I drop it?â your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again.Â
God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour.Â
~~~
The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you werenât showing up to buy any merchandise.Â
âHey emo boy!â you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips â the one especially reserved for you.Â
âHi baby,â he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, âIâm almost done. I just have to punch out.âÂ
You lean in, words whispered against his ear, âAnd then youâre gonna come fuck me?âÂ
You were picking up your boyfriend.Â
He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, âYou know I will.âÂ
note: i couldn't find who made this incredible art that i used after searching and searching, so if anyone knows, please let me know so i can credit them above in the description. this fic has been a long time coming since that silly blurb i wrote after watching one too many thirst edits of choso. edit: i found the artist: its @/SS_utr3n on twt!!!
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Fallen Angel, Choso
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Suguruâs jawline, neck, gauges, ear, hair tendrils, bangsâŚ. Need I say more?
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careless whisper fucks so insanely hard and i will never forgive the internet for making it a "meme song." tonight the music seems so loud i wish that we could lose this crowd maybe its better this way we'd hurt each other with the things we want to say. if you even care.
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Iâd rather stick my hand up my ass, let it makes its way through my digestive track and out my mouth, and talk through it as a hand puppet then EVER EVERRRR let a man disrespect me
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watched this tik tok once about how gojo's techniques are the opposite of what he wants in life like all he wants is to be close to people but infinity keeps them away and all he wants is to be seen but instead his six eyes only see others and i think about it everyday and cry
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Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
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But tonight he is alive. And as he stares up at the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.
(The two headed calf by Laura Gilpin)
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when your moral compass friend is dead
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