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Castles in the Air

Your best friend crawled into bed, settled next to you comfortably, and flipped open his switch. The opening melody of a familiar game broke your comfortable silence.

The two of you stayed like that, wordlessly, for a while.

You and Kozume Kenma had occupied the same space for so long that your remembered experience of life was always with an extra set of limbs, and something felt incomplete when you drifted into slumber without the rise and fall of his soft breaths. You didn't know how you were going to cope with the fact that in a week—

"Penny for your thoughts."

"They're worth more than that."

He set down the device gently. "You're thinking really loudly."

You didn't know how you'd cope with the fact that in a week, 7000 miles would separate the two of you, when 0.7 miles had been the most you ever lived apart.

"I don't want to go," you admitted.

You were leaving for fashion school, in New York, a burning desire of yours ever since you and Kenma found a way to watch bootleg American movies on his dad's computer and stumbled upon The Devil Wears Prada.

He was staying behind to attend Tokyo U, where he'd no doubt cruise through life easily.

"This is your dream," Kenma reminded you.

"I didn't know my dream would cost me...," you. No, that's too gross to say out loud. "So much. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what? Otherwise you would've given up?"

The sad truth was, there had always been a distance between the two of you, and you were afraid that when you left that gap would become insurmountable.

Kenma went through life easily. He was antisocial, but surrounded by people who cared deeply about him. He was a coach potato, but excelled at volleyball when he joined the team. Recently, he had set up a YouTube channel to stream his games, and it'd been blowing up, growing exponentially in subscribers and engagement. Success was guaranteed for his future. You, on the other hand, were always doing all you could to catch up.

Of course you were happy for him; you had been from the start. You just weren't so naive to think you two could share the same struggles and successes forever.

Kenma's question lingered in the air. "Who knows?" you shrugged.

He paused.

"Don't say anything sappy."

"You know I'll always support you—"

"Aaaaargh, I'm dying," you moaned. "I get it. Thanks. No more."

He smiled, picking up his switch. "You're so dramatic. I was going to say something nice."

"Save it. Next thing I know we're going to start saying 'I love you's."

"Oh, you didn't know? That I lo—"

"Stoooop!" His quiet chuckle vibrated through you. "Too cheesy." You closed your eyes. Above your head, the video game soundtrack resumed.

Right before you fell asleep, Kenma whispered your name.

"What."

"We're... gonna be together forever, okay?"

"Obviously," you mumbled, or at least you thought you do. Seconds later you were asleep.

The next few days took on a dreamlike sequence. You only felt as though you'd finally awakened when your plane landed on the other side of the world.

It's been years since you've stepped into your hometown — 10 years, to be exact. The realization hits you like a sack of bricks.

"That's crazy," you murmur, mostly to yourself, but your guide hears you anyway, cocking his head curiously.

"I can't believe it's been 10 years since I left," you clarify.

"Yeah. Left and never came back," Kenma ribs.

"Oh, this again? You've had plenty of time to get over it."

"Tokyo just isn't the same without you."

"You know how happy I am in New York! You should be visiting way more often, that's one thing I could get on your case about, but I never do. Because I'm nice."

You grew up in Japan but in America you became an adult. You had gone from being a broke, friendless foreign student to a successful, outgoing business owner. You've found friends, filed taxes, and made enough that you can fly your family out whenever, from wherever to see you. In New York, you thrive, and that's more than enough of a reason to call it home in your book.

"I've visited you like fifty times over the past decade. How many times have you visited me?"

The two of you walk in silence for a little bit before you finally cave. "Okay, you're right."

Kenma is not done being self-righteous yet. "If I don't come see you, I bet you'd forget about me."

"Now that's not true," you declare. "You're my most important friend."

"Really?"

He's hiding his emotions but you can tell he's pleased. You think so anyways.

"Obviously."

Actually you're not sure if that's a hundred percent true.

When you lived in Tokyo, you didn't really have any friends other than Kenma. Since moving to New York your social calendar has filled up like never before. You've learned to embrace strangers and share makeup with friends.

But Kenma is your oldest friend, that in itself holds gravity.

And also...

"So tell your most important friend why you're finally back."

There's a bit of pep in Kenma's step, a little sass in his monotone, so you can tell he's cheered up after your argument. You're not sure how he'll react to your answer to his question, and you're a mature grown adult, so obviously you switch the subject as fast as possible. After all, you don't want to rock the boat. "You're paler than last time, Kenma."

He rolls his eyes. "Funny."

"Do you cosplay now? Vampires, maybe?"

"Hilarious. You and my mother should start a two man comedy act. Oh, and Kuroo."

"I should've known. When you came over all you wanted to do was stay in and order McDonald's"."

"That's because the portions are so big," he defends himself. "I was motivated purely by my scientific mind."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I ask questions and observe the world. That burger is definitely an abnormality."

"You're an abnormality."

"You're an... you being here is an abnormality."

"I grew up here!"

"Not for the past ten years you didn't."

"Okay," you laugh. "Well, in that case, expect more visits from me in the future—"

"It's nice to have you back." Kenma says so quickly and forcefully, you're unsure for a moment whether you imagined it.

His awkward posture betrays honesty, endearing him. You hook your arm around his.

"That feels good to hear."

"Tell me why you're here though, for real."

You bite your lip.

You wanted your parents to be the first to know, but Kenma's — Kenma's practically family. When you were younger, you thought he was going to be your future husband, no questions asked.

"Promise not to flip out?" you ask, almost shyly.

"I knew it had to be some crazy shit—"

"I'm getting married."

Kenma blinks.

Then blinks again.

He blinks and watches as your anticipatory expression tightens, as your eyes narrow, and your mouth opens, and you say: "Don't believe me? See for yourself!" and your right hand is coming up and on the fourth finger — how could he have missed it — shines a delicate but diligently bright gemstone.

How could he have missed it? Truly. Now you're laughing, mistaking his speechlessness for shock.

"I know. I know what you're going to say! I've only met this guy for like a year, but he's Japanese — funny story, he played volleyball too — in Miyagi — his school was called Aoba Johsai — and he's a sports trainer now. I met him at the gym, literally ran into him, and from the start I liked him. I really like him, Kenma. I... love him. I can't believe he likes, and loves, me too. Kenma, you have no idea how badly I wanted to tell you the whole time. I swear it was killing me inside... Kenma?"

Since he met you, Kenma has been tending this secret garden, to which only you have the key. It's buried deep within himself, but he visits everyday.

This is a place where nobody is allowed access, a place that nothing is allowed to touch. Not the fame, not the money, not his closest friends, not the confidantes he trusts most. In fact — the success, the people around him — they were all to nourish this place. They were all to ensure your future happiness by his side.

If you're not there, what was all of this for?

He had asked, "We're... gonna be together forever, okay?"

And you had answered: "Obviously."

"Are you mad I didn't tell you sooner?" you say now, softly.

"No, of course not," Kenma wants to say.

What comes out is: "I thought it was going to be us."

"O- oh."

Your expression tells him all he needs to know.

"You know, we always talked about it, as kids," Kenma attempts to salvage the conversation, lamely.

Luckily, you cotton on to the idea. "Oh, that's what you meant! I remember! We were so silly then, building castles in the air. I made you kiss me to make it official, remember?"

Kenma turns so you can't see his expression. When did you become so easy to fool? You used to read him like a book.

A quick tear glints and flashes, but he is quick to swipe it away, face an impassive mask once more. All those years in front of the camera finally came to use.

"Yeah," Kenma chuckles. "I remember."

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nanaslutt · 6 months

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Gojo cumming in his pants thats it thank u for listening

listening so hard rn, i probably think abt this exact scenario 50 times a day

thank yew so much for the ask ml<3

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MDNI

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waking up from your deep, much needed night of sleep you couldn’t help but notice you felt about 180 pounds heavier than you remember feeling when you fell asleep last night, also feeling much hotter than you recall

you had your softly snoring mountain of a boyfriend to thank for that, resting his heavy head on your chest, arms wrapped snug around your barely clothed figure

you must have accidentally fallen asleep waiting for him to come home last night

you were planning to surprise him with the new set you got the other day, hes been so stressed out with work lately and you just wanted to do something nice for your boy, luckily you passing out prematurely hadn’t ruined your plans as you had slipped one of his big tshirts over yourself to conceal your present to him

“satoru,” you groaned wiggling underneath him, trying to get his heater of a body off of you

“mmmmmm..” he let out a long groan, shifting a bit, making you think he was going to move before he collapsed back into you

“toruuuu uppp, im gonna overheat and die because of you,” you shake his shoulders to fully wake him up

“yer ‘s mean ‘t me,” he mumbles, squeezing his arms around you impossibly tight making you let out a groan before he rolls you over like a boa constrictor, you positions now switched, legs straddled around his slutty little waist

you push your hands on his chest, sitting back on his pelvis and brushing the hair out of his face, “dramatic oaf,” you smile watching him nuzzle your hand like a cat,

“fell asleep without me last night,” he says quietly, closing his eyes and humming in appreciation as you rubbed your thumb against his cheek

“what time did you get home anyways?” you questioned, his warm hands settling on your upper thighs, rubbing the skin there

“mmm…mayb’ four…” he says slowly, sleep still laced in his voice, starting to mindlessly slide his hands up and down the sides of your body, eyes still shut,

“we’ll that’s why i fell asleep without you.” eyes still closed as he slipped his fingers under the fabric of your panties sitting on your hip,

starting to feel a warm sensation creep inside your body, different from the overwhelming physical heat his body provided

it’s only when you become aware of your own growing need that you feel his, very prominent problem underneath you,

“toru, ‘s so early, what are you this hard for?” you tease, moving your hand away from his face resulting in a whine as you rubbed your hands over his clothed pecs

“if i told you i had a naughty dream about you would you believe me?” he cracked his eyes open slightly, wiggling his eyesbrows

“you being a pervert even in your dreams?course i believe you.” you retorted,

he gasped, eyes opening a bit more, faux offense plastered on his face,

“hah! pervert? i’m nothing if not a gentleman thank you,” he rolled his eyes, “for your information, YOU came onto ME.” he huffed, failing to notice his own hands that have trailed over your (his) shirt and started groping your chest,

“you sound so convincing with your hands on my tits toru,” you deadpanned,

“they asked me to play with them.” he gave you a toothy grin, pinching over your shirt where he thought your nipples might be

“ah! toru,” you softly whimpered, “wan’ this perv to stop?” he asked, smile still plastered on his face as he stares at you intently,

“shut up,” you breathily moaned, letting your head roll back, running your hands down his hard abs, starting to roll your hips over his stiff clothed cock,

“‘m not the only one worked up this morning huh?” his breath hitches, feeling your pussy slide over the tip of his dick just right, even through both of your clothes,

“if you- haaah, didn’t come home so late last night, we would’nt have this p-problem,” you stuttered out, putting more pressure on his abs with your palms as you humped back and forth over the large bulge in his sweats

his hands leaving your chest, one coming down to dig his fingers into the fat of your ass, helping you rock yourself on his cock, the other splaying itself out on your tummy, thumb coming down to rub your clit through your panties,

“yeah? wanted to fuck me last night baby?” he questioned, biting his lip, feeling dizzy from the lack of sleep combined with the perfect pressure and friction you were creating on his dick, leaking pre all over the inside of his boxers,

“t-take off my shirt toru,” you said grinding yourself faster on him, pussy leaking through your panties, leaving a dark patch on the crotch of his sweats

it’s only been a couple minutes and he was feeling drunk, gasping and groaning watching his pretty girlfriend wearing 𝒉𝒊𝒔 shirt and rub her hands all over his body while she uses him to get off, it was almost too much, and now the angel on top of him just asked him to take off her clothes?

he wastes no time, hands abandoning their respective positions on your body, grabbing the shirt from the sides of your figure, caressing your skin as he pulls the fabric up, up, up,

his jaw drops and his eyes go wide when he sees what you were hiding from him, your tits were cradled in a light blue fabric, the same colour as his crystalline eyes, the border of the blue panties decorated with pretty white lace, a small rose on the front formed into a heart,

the next sounds that came out of his mouth you have never heard him make before, hands shooting to your waist and gripping you bruisingly, jolting forward, abs clenching under your fingers as his hips buck up into you,

high pitched whimpers leaving his mouth one after another while he completely paints the inside of his boxers white, rope after rope of his thick cum spurting out of his needy cock and sticking to himself

“haaaaaaah, fuuuck,” he vocalizes, relaxing into the bed, aftershocks of his orgasm leaving him twitching, the back of his arm coming to cover his eyes as he heaves, other hand massaging your hip, his chest rapidly moving up and down,

“toru did you just-“ stilling your movements you looked down, sliding back slightly and seeing the previous wet patch you left on him grow steadily, definitely not from your doing this time

“sorry, haaa- didnt- ngh- didn’t think you were gonna look that beautiful,” his arm slides off his face and there’s a dopey grin adorning his features

his face is completely red and he looks like he just got the soul sucked out of him,

“ah…cant beleive you just made me cum in my pants so fast like some teenager,” he laughs, making eye contact with you again, and his eyebrows shoot up at your current state,

your own jaw is dropped, breathing rapidly, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so aroused in your life, cunt fucking throbbing with need, hearts practically in your eyes, at the realization of what you just made him do,

you think you might’ve just discovered something about yourself….

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