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"Shit daddy yes! Fuck!” You moaned, eagerly riding Gojo’s cock. He lay there beneath you, lower lip pulled between his teeth, large, soft hands helping to guide your hips. When you’d first entered into a sugaring dynamic with Gojo, sex had initially been off the table. You wanted to feel things out and get used to the expectations before introducing sex. That being said, you had sex for the first time after the second date, because you just couldn’t help yourself. He was damn hot, and you were attracted to his casual power.
“Come on baby, you can do it. Make yourself cum on my cock.” He encouraged, a husky chuckle following as his words made you work harder, slamming yourself down on his length so he was nailing your prostate. It didn’t take long after that for you to cum, spurting over his chest and yours. Gojo didn’t wait to turn the two of you over, taking charge to chase his own orgasm. You barely registered what was happening, floating on post orgasmic bliss, until Gojo took your dick in his hand to stroke it in time with his thrusts.
“Don’t check out yet, come on. Moan for daddy. Help me fill you up.” And you couldn’t refuse him, you never could when he asked like that, right into your ear, balls deep inside you. You moaned for him, whining and pleading, begging for his cum the way you knew he liked. You liked it too, feeling like you had control over his orgasm, that you were needed if he wanted to finish. It took only a few thrusts more for him to slam back in to the hilt and fill your hole with his seed, panting where he lay across your back.
You went again in the shower, then again over the kitchen counter.
You hugged Nanami with a grin before sitting down at the table he’d picked at the cafe. It wasn’t your favourite spot, but he’d suggested it and you’d happily agreed. You and Nanami had been friends for years, he was actually the one to introduce you to Gojo. Not that he liked the dynamic the two of you had landed on, but he never offered comments or criticism unless asked, or given permission to state his piece. He realised your life was none of his business, but that didn’t stop him being a concerned friend.
“Satoru is treating you well then?” He asked mildly, sipping at his coffee. Black, bitter, it made you sad for his tastebuds.
“Oh yeah, he replaced my laptop a few days ago when I mentioned it wasn’t running too well. It’s made it easier to get things up and running with my business.” You explained, flagging down the waitress to put in an order for a drink for yourself.
“You’re still going ahead with that?” He followed, and you nodded eagerly.
“Yeah, of course I am. It’s like the thing I’m most passionate about, why would I abandon it?”
“Ah, well I’ll admit I was concerned Satoru would have you abandon the plan, given your dynamic with him.” Nanami admitted, clearing his throat softly.
“Ken, he’s not the devil. He’s helping me out financially in return for me keeping him company and going on dates with him-”
“And sleeping with him.”
“That came afterwards, when I decided I liked him, you know that,” you said sternly, sighing softly, “but Satoru isn’t this cartoon villain you act like he is. He actually offered to be my first investor for the business, fully officially, so I could get everything started at once when I was ready.
“I’m sorry. I know you must be tired of having these discussions with me. I just worry about you.” He offered, looking down into his coffee as if to hide.
“I know. That’s why I keep having this conversation with you. Ironically, my relationship with Satoru is the one I’ve been most secure in in my entire life. I’m never worried I’m being manipulated or tricked, or anything. He tells me if he’s going on dates with other people, tells me if he sleeps with someone else, half the time he tells me what he had for dinner just in case I’m interested. I get photos of it.” You explained, smiling fondly.
Your relationship with Gojo was strictly non-romantic, that was a part of the dynamic you’d agreed to, but sometimes even you had to admit that line became blurred. He’d text you late at night saying he missed you, and you’d take a taxi over just to sleep in his bed, in his arms; he’d end a date with someone early and text you to say they didn’t compare to you; you’d let him know when your friends did something interesting, or how your family was doing. But above all else, he was a damn good friend to you, and you appreciated that more than anything else.
When you met, Kento was your only real friend. You were down on your luck financially, were struggling with your mental health, and couldn’t seem to hold down a job, still living with your parents because of it. You’d gone to a work event that Kento had invited you to, mostly to get out of the house, and that was where you met Gojo. He’d charmed you immediately, and you’d spent most of the night talking. You texted for days after, glad to have someone a little more talkative to chat with - you loved Kento, you did, but small talk and texting were really not his thing - and that was when Gojo found out about your situation. You didn’t think anything of it when Gojo invited you out for a meal, promising he’d cover the bill, and that was when he’d made the suggestion of sugaring. You’d refused at first, claiming the sites never worked, and you didn’t want to have sex with a strange guy from the internet - which was when he’d offered himself.
The rest was history.
“I know better than to doubt him, I do, but I remember who you were when you met him. How much you were struggling. Another man in his position would’ve taken advantage of you, and while I do know that’s not what’s happening, I just-”
“Worry.” You finished for him knowingly.
“I’m sorry.” He said softly, rubbing a hand over his face.
“It’s okay, Ken. I’m glad to have someone like you in my corner, checking me and making sure I’m okay.” You said, standing to hug him again, just to reassure him. Truly, Kento was the best friend that you could ask for.
The rest of your lunch went smoothly, with no more talk of Gojo, and you had a nice time. It was easy to fall back into old dynamics with Nanami, no matter how long it’d been since you last spoke. You were sure nothing between you would ever change.
He greeted Gojo politely when he pulled up to pick you up, and Gojo flippantly offered an invite for him to join the two of you for “an evening of debauchery” which he declined with a flushed face.
“Oh leave him alone Satoru, the poor man cannot handle you.” You said with a roll of your eyes, smacking his arm. Gojo slapped a hand over his heart, acting wounded.
“Thank you for lunch, Ken. I’ll see you soon.”
“Uhm- yes. Yes, I’ll see you again soon.” He agreed with a stiff nod, and then Gojo pulled away.
Gojo draped himself dramatically over your shoulders from behind the sofa you were sitting on, sighing deeply. You laughed and allowed him to rest there, waiting to see what exactly it was he wanted from you. He’d tell you in his own time.
“Can’t believe I brought you over here just for you to ignore me and do your work.” You laughed and turned slightly to look at him.
“Can’t believe it? I told you this is what would happen if you picked me up, daddy.” His hands tightened slightly where they rested on your body, but you just turned back to your laptop to keep working.
“Can’t call me that then keep ignore me.” He protested, voice breathier, tongue slipping out to lick along your throat. He knew just how to distract you, how to get you going. But you couldn’t this time, you had work to do.
“That’s a lot of can’ts, daddy, and I kinda think I can.”
You’d known exactly what would happen the moment you agreed to go over to Gojo’s place, and that was fine by you. You needed it after getting lectured by Nanami again, because it happened every time you saw him regardless of what you said. You suspected Gojo knew that too.
“This is what happens to little brats who talk back.” He grunted against your shoulder, slowly pushing into your hole, slow enough to be teasing you both, satisfying no body.
“‘m sorry daddy please-” you whined, just to butter him up, “please fuck me properly. Need you so bad. Only way I can relax you know that.” The best part about having been sleeping with Gojo for so long was that you knew exactly which buttons to press to get your own way. You didn’t doubt that it would come back to bite you at some point, but that was okay because at least for now he was fucking you properly, and you could feel the stress melting from your muscles.
With Gojo panting over you, and you moaning his name, nothing else in your life needed to matter. Not your business in progress, not Nanami, not Gojo’s coworkers who’d never liked you, not your parents insistent questioning on when you’d settle down - nothing needed to exist when Gojo was fucking you like it was all you were made for.
It was all fine.
You woke up the next morning in Gojo’s bed, as you so often did nowadays, wrapped up in his arms. His warm breath tickled your neck, his fingers in danger of prodding your bladder the next time he twitched. Yet, it was a comfort. A lot of things Gojo did were comforting. You eased yourself out of bed to use the bathroom and take a shower, skipping over the inevitable shower sex so you could make breakfast for the both of you.
“Hey, what are you doing up? Can’t be depriving me of my boy when I first wake up.” Gojo protested when he finally made his way into the kitchen wearing only his tight black boxers. He wrapped his arms around your waist, chin rested on your shoulder, letting you continue.
“Making breakfast for us, Toru. Thought it would be nice, since you worked so hard helping me out last night.” He laughed softly, kissing your neck in several places before he pushed up to stand straight.
“Anything you need help with?”
“Nah, I’ve got it big boy. Go take a shower.” You winked at him and Gojo shook his head, no doubt thinking about all the things he’d do to you when he got back. You waited until he was out of earshot to sigh softly, pushing your heart down out of your throat and into your chest where it belonged.
You could not develop feelings for your damn sugar daddy.
You had sex again after breakfast, then against the living room wall, then on the sofa. After that, you packed up your stuff to head home.
“You really could stay.” Gojo said, reaching out for your hand to pull you back to his chest again, kissing you slowly.
“I can’t, Toru. You have a date tonight.” You pointed out with a raised brow, glad to have an excuse.
“I could cancel. Nothing more important than taking care of my boy.” He said with a smirk, leaning down to nip at a purple mark he’d already left on your neck. You inhaled sharply through your teeth, but managed to pull yourself free.
“I’m paying for my own apartment, I need to actually use it sometimes.”
“Technically I’m paying for your own apartment, so what does it matter if you just stay here?”
“I’ll see you in a few days, Toru.” You said waving goodbye as you slipped out the front door of the apartment, knowing well from experience that if you didn’t go now then you’d never make it out.
Was it any wonder you were falling so hard and fast, when he treated you like that?
Daddy
This chick is so boring
You
That isn’t very kind Toru
Daddy
Trust me if you were here you’d agree
Might bail after starters icl
Could come see you after
You looked down at your phone with a sigh, tossing it aside to run your hands over your face. You’d opened the text so you knew you needed to respond, fairly quickly too, or he’d start- your phone beeped again.
Daddy
Oh c’mon don’t ignore me baby
Just want to see my boy
And maybe fuck you again
A few more times
What are you doing
Babyyy
Baby
Now this isn’t very kind of you
You picked up your phone again to type up a response, hesitating, typing things and deleting it again. There was a careful balancing act to do here, where you couldn’t lie and say you were sick or he’d just come over with soup and want to nuse you, and you couldn’t just say no because he’d slowly wear you down. He didn’t do it to manipulate you, you were just very easily persuaded.
You
Not tonight daddy sorry
Just need an early night and some proper sleep
Daddy
I can do that
I can just come over and get into bed with you
You
…
Somehow I’m not sure I believe you
Besides I have a single and your tall ass won’t fit
Daddy
:(
Alright baby, I’ll see you in a few days for that date then
You
See you then daddy
Crisis averted, and yet somehow you didn’t feel any better. You just missed him.
The next day, instead of doing your work, you arranged to see Nanami again. You wouldn’t have long considering it was on short notice, but it was enough.
“You sounded distressed in your text, are you alright?” Nanami asked as you approached him, wrapping his arms snugly around you.
“I- I don’t know?” You admitted softly. He pulled you into his office and closed the door, then the blinds so you’d have complete privacy to talk.
“Start at the beginning.” He told you softly, handing you a coffee made to your preferences.
So you did. You started explaining, without any graphic details, everything going on between Gojo in a way you’d never had a chance to before. You avoided talking about him when you could, if only to avoid arguing about it - it wasn’t even that he mistreated you, which is why people would normally hide things. But for the first time, you fully explained everything to Nanami, as best you could in the limited time the two of you had. When he was notified that his next meeting was pushed back, you both were glad, as clearly this was not a twenty minute break sort of issue.
“So the issue is..” Nanami prompted when you got distracted again.
“Yes, sorry, I’m so frazzled I barely slept,” you sighed and set down your empty mug, “I think I’ve kind of totally fallen head over heels in love with Satoru.” You admitted, looking up at Nanami to wait for his response.
“Well.” He simply said, his face doing a few complicated things you put down to mild emotional constipation. Or maybe normal constipation, you weren’t going to judge.
“Yeah, exactly.” You agreed, assuming he mostly felt a little lost and hopeless, just as you did.
“I’m not sure what you want me to do to help you.” He finally said, setting aside his own empty mug to look at you head on.
“I- me neither, I’m going to be honest. I just couldn’t keep pretending it wasn’t happening, and keep it to myself.”
“Well, I’m glad you told me. Getting it off your chest is definitely better than bottling it all up. And I’m glad you were still comfortable telling me, I know I’ve not always been the most accepting of your relationship with Satoru.”
“You’re my best friend Ken. Of course I told you.” Nanami reached out to rest a hand on your shoulder, his best attempt at comforting you.
“I think your best course of action is to call off your dynamic with him.” He then said softly, like he was afraid that would upset you more.
“I was afraid you’d say that.” You mumbled, dropping your face into your hands.
“You don’t have to listen to me.” Nanami offered.
“But you’re usually right.” He didn’t feel the need to comment after that - you both knew it was true.
So, you texted Satoru with Nanami sat beside you, shoulder to shoulder for moral support.
You
Hey Toru
You free today?
Daddy
For my boy?
Always
What do you need?
You
Just wanna see you
Talk about stuff
Daddy
Sure thing baby
You need Toru, or daddy?
You sighed, leaning further against Nanami. You were texting to ask him to meet up, so you could call off your arrangement, and there he was being considerate. Nanami was doing his best not to read the texts, looking down at his hands in his lap.
You
Just Toru tonight
Daddy
I can do that
I’ll pick you up at six?
You
Sounds good
See you later
Daddy
See you later baby
Nanami gently pulled your phone from your hand and set it aside, pulling you in to his side properly, arm wrapped around you. In that one moment, dozens of memories from your childhood rushed through your mind, moments like this where you sat beside Nanami while he just silently held you, letting you take comfort in that and feel better.
“Thanks, Ken.”
“I’m always here for you, you know that.” You reached out your pinkie finger, and even as he rolled his eyes, Nanami linked his with yours. As children you’d promised to always be there for each other, no matter what the problem was, and that had held true for all these years.
Gojo arrived at six on the dot, as he said he would, and you made your way to his car with a heavy heart. You slipped into the passenger seat with a tight smile, unable to hide that something was weighing on you heavily.
“Woah now, you didn’t say something was wrong. I’d have come sooner.” Gojo said when he gor a look at you. He reached into the back seat and pulled out a blanket he’d tossed back there just for you, and carefully tossed it over you, something soft to hold onto while he drove.
“‘S okay. Let’s just.. get to yours.” You said, rubbing your dry eyes, dry from crying for a while before you got ready.
Gojo drove home like a madman, and had to resist the urge to carry you up to his apartment, just to pamper you that little bit extra. You deserved it, and you were clearly having a bad day. He wanted to do that for you, he always wanted to help you feel better however he could. He resisted though, you’d already said you just wanted him as himself, not all the things that came extra with that.
You headed right for the sofa when you arrived, not even taking off your shoes, and dropped onto the arm chair rather than onto the three seater. So Satoru couldn’t sit with you. You wringed your hands, nervously biting at your lip.
“I can see you biting your lip, cut it out. We talked about that.” He scolded without a second thought, then winced. You didn’t comment or even really react, just released your lip. Nanami was right, it was time to call this off before you got seriously hurt. Once he had two glasses of water, Gojo joined you in the living room, sitting on the end of the sofa closest to you, one glass handed to you while he set the other on the coffee table. You sipped your glass, then set it on the side table.
“I saw Kento earlier, and talked with him about some stuff and.. he helped me realise some things.”
“Not sure I like the way that sounds, baby.” Gojo admitted with a nervous laugh, pushing his glasses up onto his head so he could look at you properly, unrestricted.
“I- yeah. Me neither. But I think.. it’s time we call this off. I’m sorry. I just- I can’t keep doing it.” You mumbled, looking down at your shoes rather than at him.
“What?” He asked in a whisper. You dared to take a look at him, and instantly regretted it, finding heartbreak written all over his face. His brows furrowed, lips slightly parted, fingers twitching.
“It’s not anything he said. It was.. just talking to him and getting everything out helped me put things together for myself.”
“I- okay. Do I get to know why? Cause if it’s something I did then.. I can fix it.” He offered, and you felt awful, a black hole opening up in your stomach, guilt and shame warming your cheeks.
“It’s nothing you did. You. You’re great, Toru, really. And if we can stay friends then I’d really like that. I just can’t keep doing this.”
Gojo nodded slowly, taking a moment to process for himself. You sat awkwardly, wishing for a moment that you’d not chosen to do this at his apartment, so filled with memories of the two of you. Everywhere you looked there was a memory lingering, all their fondness becoming tainted with bittersweetness.
“I- uh. I’ll go. Let you.. do whatever your plans were for tonight. I’m sorry.” You said finally, unable to stand the suffocating atmosphere anymore. You stood and moved quickly for the door, ready to escape back to the street, but Gojo caught your wrist before you could and just started speaking.
“I love you! Okay?” He yelled, breathing heavy while he gathered his thoughts to decide what would come next, all while you waited with baited breath.
“Fuck. I love you. More than I realised I could love someone. When you’re not here I just sit around waiting for you to be ready or to text me or I text you then get worried I’m being too damn needy. My best days are the ones where you wake up next to me. The ones where I get to see you smile, or I get to be the person to make you laugh. I go on dates with other people to try to fill this hole in my heart that’s only designed to fit you, because I was terrified of asking you, and losing you entirely. Because I’d rather keep you like this, than not have you at all. I wake up every day just so I can see you. The days where you aren’t around, the sun seems dimmer. The days where I don’t see you are dull and grey. The days where I don’t even hear for you, I’m sure I never deserved you to begin with. I cannot lose you. Shit. Baby I cannot lose you, please.”
“Toru-” you attempted to cut him off, breathless, voice thick with tears.
“No- baby please. Whatever you need, I’ll make it happen. I’ll take the damn moon out of the sky for you if that’s what you need from me. Just,” Satoru fell to his knees before you, looking up with bright blue eyes brimmed with tears, “stay.”
You looked down at Gojo, breathing laboured. You’d fucked this up so badly.
“Really?” You asked, pulling your trembling lip between your teeth to bite at it, but a soft hand raised, pulling at it gently until you released it.
“Have I ever lied to you baby?” He asked, and while he had technically, about silly things like eating the last fry, he’d never lied about anything truly important. He wouldn’t lie about this. You knew better than to think that.
“I’m so sorry Satoru I-” you finally joined him on the ground, wrapping your arms around him, holding him close, “I’m so in love with you. That was why I wanted to leave. I couldn’t stay anymore when you treat me the way you do, I didn’t want to just end up hurt.” You pulled his head to your chest and let him rest there, for once allowing you to comfort him as he usually would you.
“I love you. Please don’t go baby.” Satoru murmured, hands trembling where they rested against your back.
“No. Never. I’m yours now, if you’ll have me.”
He pulled back to look at you as if to gage your truthfulness. Then, he launched himself at you hard enough to knock you both to the ground with a passionate kiss. You’d kissed him hundreds of times before, and yet this felt different. Full of love.
You
Didn’t go as planned
Ken
Don’t tell me you chickened out
You
No
I told him
Then he got on his knees and cried
Told me he loved me
Begged me not to leave
Ken
Ah
You
So I think this means he’s my boyfriend now
Ken
You think?
You
I am definitely his boyfriend - Satoru
Ken
Well, congratulations then you two