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koreluvsspring · 4 days ago

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Tell me i’m good while im weak.

GENDER-NETURAL READER X MARK GRAYSON.

This is a smuttyyy Drabble 18+ no minor plz!

Warnings? : Dom!Reader x Sub! Mark. Reader does call mark some names and teases him a lot. Mark is..a pervert in this lol and soooo pathetic. Also degradation and praise galore. He also like.. lies bout bein sick lol.

Synopsis: Mark has a kink. Praise and degradation, and once you find out you're happy to help him out with it.

I got a beta reader in this hoe! Shout out to lovely, wonderful, stunning @sobbingscripter

Thank her ! Now you won't be subjected to my horrible dyslexia lmao

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Author note; Now,, all I kinda went lil crazy with the dialogue, it's like filthy?? Srry if he's a lil OOC, I just wanted to write a down right pitiful mark.. and I think I succeeded!

This is my first ever invincible Drabble! I don't tend to do them very often, so enjoy. Hey btw .: I like comments and reblogs tell me what you think okay?

Mark has a praise kink. You didn’t realize it at first,of course.

Who just randomly daydreams about their good friend’s kinks, not you, at least not intentionally.

It started simple, you had tutored Mark. With all the new hero shit he’s been thrown through, getting his grades up in college was the most difficult thing for him.

That’s when you graciously helped; late night study sessions with him after missions, early morning calls to go over answers before exams.

An unexpected call at 8:30 am in the morning wakes you, and it's Mark screaming about the 80 he just got on the test, worth 60% of his grade.

Your sleepy grin is all you remember as you promise to bring celebratory drinks later, “Good job, Mark! I knew you could do it!”

He pauses before you yawn, letting him know you’re going back to sleep now.

You don’t notice the breathy, stuttered goodbye he says as the phone clicks off.

Next time you're at Comic Con; he’s dressed as Séance Dog, you didn’t tell Mark what you were gonna be dressed as, with you adamant of it being a surprise for him.

His breath falters when he sees you, your legs out and oiled in a “sexy” invincible leotard.

“Surprise~”

Thank god, he was sitting and he had a cape because the boner he popped was massive.

“You look great!”

Your giggle pinpoints his cock, “You look even better, what a good boy you are!” You ruffle his hair, his eyes widen.

“Wha— good boy?”

“Oh, pfft sorry—, cus you're Seance Dog! He’s a dog, dogs are always good boys!”

“Right right right,” Mark’s ears burned, think cold thoughts, think cold thoughts.

“Speakin’ of, the panel of authors and animators is about to start. We need to get there like now, cus I already know people are fightin’ over seats.”

You skip off, not bothering to look behind you, and thank god because if you did, your eyes would be glued to the fucking snake in his pants.

‘ they said I'm a good boy, i'm a good boy, ’ kept chanting in his mind.

His cock did not know a moment of peace that night, with your words echoing through his mind.

His bedsheets dripped with sweat and cum as his cock softened for the 12th time.

Used tissues littered his room as he milked the last bit of cum.

Your phone call shakes him out of his sex haze, it’s a daily ritual of y’alls. You talk about your day and he does the same, trying to keep a sense of normalcy, with him being a hero, it’s hard to see each other every time.

You again, don’t notice his wavering voice as his hands pick up the pace again. His poor cock is beaten to hell, as the sloppy noises fill his room, his mouth press in a thin line.

“Mark, you okay?”

“Yea— yesyesyes, I’m okay…”

Your brow furrows, “Okay, we don’t have to keep talkin’ y’know? I can hang up if your bus—“

“Nonononono, please don’t hang up!” His words rush out in a whimper before he can stop himself.

“Okay! Jesus! ‘M sorry I won’t hang up. You're a needy lil thing today, aren’t ya?”

Mark whines, an honest to god whine. Silence insues, he fucked up.

“Mark, are you sick or somethin’?”

“I— I.. yes!” Mark does a terrible fake cough, “Mmhn, ‘m catchin’ a cold”

“Aww poor baby..”

A whimper slips through his lips, “yes, yeah yeah… mhn… poor me.”

“Wan’ me come over and take care of you, ya big baby?”

“Yesyesyes please,” another muffled plea from Mark as his fingers brush the tip of his head..

“Okay, I’m on my way with chicken soup!”

*Click*

Mark blinks, a dopey smile plays on his lips.

Oh shit.

Oh god, he wasn’t thinking straight, he’s not even sick! His bed creaks from the sudden upright movement.

His eyes darted around his room, oh shitshitshit.

His body zips around his room as he picks up his tissues and throws his soiled sheets in the washer, putting fresh linens on in the span of a second.

The next second, you were already knocking at the door.

“Maaarkkk, you in there buddy?”

His hands move in frenzy, rubbing his nose as hard as he can to make it a rosy red, jogging side to side to give himself a sweaty appearance, and finally a wet, cold folded cloth placed over his forehead before unlocking the door and hastily making his way back to his bed.

Clearing his throat before he speaks, mustering up his best “sick” voice, “Doooorss opppewwennn!!”

The door whines as you enter, Mark’s ears twitch as he hears you set down the homemade soup.

Clashing dishes in the kitchen before your feet shuffle into his room.

Your eyes ooze sympathy when you see his face.

“Awe, my poor baby.”

Mark throws out a helpless whine as he motions grabby hands for you to come to him.

“‘M sooo siick.., think I got somethin’ from space travelin’ too much.”

You back up slightly, “you’re not— like contagious are you?”

Mark shakes his head rapidly, shit. ‘Think, think, make up a lie, make up a lie.’

“Noooo, uh—“ he coughs, “Robot says it isn’t..annd who am I to argue with a super genius!” He coughs another time, for good measure.

“Uh okay!” You slink back over to him, flopping down next to him. “Here, big baby open your mouth up for soup.”

Mark’s mouth opens with a pop, light pink adores his cheek, god he’s pathetic.

“God, you’re shameless, aren’t ya?”

“Immm sickkk—!” He’s definitely milking it, but can you blame him, hearing you pity him like this, it gets him going.

”It’s kinda cute,” you spoon more liquid into his mouth. “I like takin’ care of your needy ass.”

“You do?” His eyes flutter, if he wasn’t ‘sick’, you’d mistake his tinted cheeks as a blush.

“Mm, yeah I like taking care of my friends and family. Plus, you take care of the whole galaxy, Mark. The least I can do is look after you when you need it.”

Mark blinks, then blinks again.

“Sorry layin’ it on too thick? My bad.” You pull back the spoon trembling slightly, the soup swishing around.

His hand hastily grabbed your wrist, “No no not at all, please praise me more.”

“What?”

“Praise me ..more, please”

Your heart burns, bubbling with desire. Shit, should you feel this way about your best friend especially when he’s sick? Is he even in the right headspace?

“You’re.. such a good hero, Mark. I feel so safe when you're around.”

Mark’s breath caught, “‘more?” His fingers squeeze your wrist softly, then release.

“Mark, you’re not — you’re not in the right headspace you aren’t.. you don’t know what you’re sayin’...” your hand caresses over his as you lick your lips.

“If— if I was in the right headspace, would you?”

You bite your lip, sighing “ Yes.. yes—“

“I’m not sick.”

“What?”

“I’m not sick, I lied. Please praise me now.”

Your arms snatch away from him, “You little liar!”

He pouts, sitting up, removing the cold towel. “I wanted you to take care offf meeee!”

“You could’ve just asked, I’d come over regardless!”

Your arms cross against your chest, “you don’t even deserve my homemade soup!”

Mark whines again, “nooo I like your souuup!”

“Why’d you lie! If you like my soup you, again. Could’ve just asked!“

“I—..it’s cus I don’t know! I just thought.. I just couldn’t think of anything else..to get you here.”

“Mark..” your eyes rake over his face. A cute pout plays on his lips and his brows furrowed like a puppy being scolded.

“I just .. mm, thought if I played sick you’d praise me more..”

“Oh..? Oh!” You kiss your teeth, as you stare at your best friend.

“Mark, lift your bed covers for me real quick.”

“Why..” his eyes narrow.

“I think you know why—“

“Noooope.”

“Dude, you totally have a boner right, don’t you?”

“No— I- don’t know what you’re talkin’ about!”

You shift your eyes to the rising spot in the covers, point a finger, “Right.. uh-huh..” your face deadpans.

His legs shoot to his chest nearly knocking the wind outta of him.

“Shit.”

“You’re a fuckin’ pervert dude! Wait wait! Is that why you sounded like that over the phone? Oh my god were you—?”

Mark's eyes dart away from yours, bury his face in his hands after.

“Oh my god, you were! You were jerkin’ off to my voice!” The shrill of your voice carried through his apartment.

“I— SHHH! Keep your voice down!” Mark grabs your collar, the jerky movement causes you to bend over him awkwardly, your chest over his lap.

“Augh- sorry! Shit sorry. I — just— “

Your hand brushes against his cock as you sit up, a strangled groan graces your ears as he grabs your hand again.

“Sorry again— uh don’t touch ther—uh!”

Your other hand grips his covered cock running your fingers over it.

“Tsk no, Mark, isn’t this what you wanted?”

“I— “

Devious grin splits your face as you rip the covers off him, a rush of cold air cools his body, your eyes stare at his boner.

“Ha, got a third leg here, huh?”

“Dude— this is so embarrassing, please don’t tease me..” his hands tug across his face as he speaks.

“Nahh, you said you wanted to be praised, right?”

Another whimper slips past his lip.

“Mark, be a good boy for me, use your words.” God, you were having too much fun mocking him.

“Fuckkk! Don—don’t talk like that!”

Your hand inches into his thin boxer, a hiccup in his breath as you cup his cock.

“You sound so pretty right, you know that?”

“Mmhn no— I “

“No, you’re right, you sound so deliciously pathetic right, I never thought I’d hear you this way.” Your lips ghost the side of his face as you start to pump, a soft sob bubbles from him.

“Imagine everyone knowing the mighty Invincible is such a whiny bitch in bed, hm?”

“Stooopp being meaaan!” Mark’s pitiful wails heighten as his cock twitches in your hands.

“Oh, so you like bein’ degraded and praise? Tsk, what a combooo..!”

“I don’t—! I- just your voice and I’m- I’m over—whelmed! Right now, okay!”

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re throbbing like you’re about to blow, are you? Hm?” Your tongue drags against his ear as your lazy tugs cloud his mind.

“ ‘m nooot! “

“Okay, can you be a good puppy for me and only cum when I tell you to?”

“Uh-huh, yesyes,” his throat bobs, “I can— I can be a good boy, please.”

“Aw okay, I believe you,” your lips slip down his neck, earning another groan, your teeth nip his skin.

“Let’s see how long you can hang on.”

oh, he was fucked.

You realize, he doesn’t just have a praise kink, he has a degradation kink too.

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koreluvsspring · 4 days ago

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Black Scripture

pairing: phantom!suguru x scriptwriter!reader wc: 1.9k cw: 18+ / MDNI. Please read my blog rules before interacting. Dark romantasy themes. Sensuality & symbolic smut. Emotional detachment/lack of will to live (from reader), emotional death/rebirth imagery. Vampiric undertones (fangs, mentions of blood). Religious/godlike undertones but purely fictional. Read at your discretion. tag: one-shot, dark romantasy, dark divinity au summary: He was your muse. Your phantom. Your final chapter. a/n: been inspired by a lot of dark fantasy and gothic themes lately. Still slightly in a writing stump, but these one-shots have been a nice breather for me. This is a work of fiction and does not reflect real-life values or relationship standards. Thank you for reading and enjoy. x

There was a phantom in your mirror.

He dwelled behind the curtains, and in the words between your scripts.

Everyone had thought you’d gone mad—some even secretly rejoiced in your mental decay. Your rise to fame and fortune came too fast, too effortlessly, which could only mean one thing: the devil.

A deal inked in blood.

A soul traded for brilliance.

Because surely, it wasn’t natural talent. After all, nature takes its time to bear fruit.

They say that every great artist eventually descends into madness—a gateway to becoming legendary. Their names forever etched in history, but their minds long since burned to ash. Take Van Gogh, Schumann, Poe. They created beauty from nothing, and lost themselves to the very muses that immortalized them.

And it seems that you, too, were teetering on the brink. One misstep, and you will lose yourself to him—the phantom. Your muse.

Was he truly a man, or just a figment of imagination?

Either way, you owed him your success.

You sat alone in your change room. Everyone had long since gone. It was a usual routine. Despite your fame, you never had an assistant—there was no need.

It was better to be alone.

Perhaps that was why some prayed for your downfall. To them, you were everything but a prodigy—a diva, a snob, an arrogant young woman who let fame get to her head.

A heartless, meritless witch.

In truth, you were neither heartless nor arrogant—only misunderstood.

Yet, you had come to realize that it was futile to dispel every rumor. People always gravitated toward scandal and fantastical stories, like moths drawn to a flame. At first, you believed as long as you still had the talent, no one could deny you.

But you were naive.

Among the scattered papers, you quietly scribbled away as you sat in front of your vanity. Only the scratch of nib on parchment filled the silence. It was almost complete—your final masterpiece: Black Scripture.

Final, because you have decided that this will be your parting gift to the world. Your legacy.

You required no standing ovation. No applause.

Only a quiet leave.

Even as your change room was surrounded by vibrant blooms and lavish gifts—a token from yet another successful play you had written—you had never felt lonelier. The chasm in your chest never felt darker, deeper. It felt as though at any moment, it would consume you, like a black hole.

Perhaps you were going mad.

And just as you were about to surrender yourself completely—he appeared.

Consistent. Predictable. Like clockwork, he never came a second too soon, nor a second too late. Always right when you were a breath away from breaking.

Was he an angel? Or truly the devil?

You wanted to ask. But he never spoke.

He stood there—a shadowy figure in the corner of your mirror.

“You have come to visit again,” you said with a faint smile. Your fountain pen gently clacking on top of the wooden surface.

No answer.

“Perhaps you have sensed it?” You continued softly. “That my final script is almost complete.”

There was a tinge of melancholy in the air. No one knew that it would soon be your final act.

“It is thanks to you, that I have been able to bring life to my stories—to see the world of art, theatrics, and music. It was all that I have dreamed of since a child.” You reminisced.

Your gaze continue to fix on the shadowy form. But tonight, there was an inexplicable tension in the air. Did your phantom muse know, too? That the end was near. That when the sun rises, you will no longer be here.

“Will you not speak to me? Grant an old friend one last wish?”

You turned around to meet him where he would be, but nothing was there.

A disappointed sigh escaped your lips. It had always been the same—he remained wordless and always confined within the mirror. A quiet guardian, observing you, anchoring you.

Yet, if he was truly a friend and not foe, why did he keep you at arm’s length?

You had always wanted to hear his voice—to ascertain that this was all real. Alas, he was only a myth. But as you turned back to your mirror, something unimaginable happened.

He stood before you.

Shadow became man.

He looked at you with piercing eyes. Dark and mysterious. He emitted a cold aura, and yet, you had never felt so comforted.

“You had written me to this world—breathed life into me. And now you wish to depart?” His voice like velvet. Smooth, calming, and warm.

Your breath hitched. You had always wished for him to be real, and now, as he stood before you, you found yourself unable to comprehend the situation.

“Is it truly you?” you whispered, awestruck.

A small smile graced his lips as he nodded.

Slowly, you rose from the plush seat. Your hand reached out, trembling slightly, to touch his face. You caressed the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips—committing every inch of your long-awaited muse to memory.

He didn’t reject your touch. In fact, he leaned into it—inhaling the soft scent that lingered at your wrist. He looked at you with a yearning so intense it scorched you from the inside out. His gaze alone could set your soul ablaze.

“I’ve always wished you were real,” you breathed. “And now…you’re here.”

Your hands continued to trace his form, as if still trying to convince yourself he wouldn’t vanish.

“Yes,” he murmured. “I am here now. So why must you go?”

There was a sadness in his eyes. He already knew. He knew what you were planning to do.

“There is nothing left for me,” you shook your head. But there was no bitterness in your voice—only acceptance. “I’ve written all I can for the world.”

He caressed your face and caught a stray tear—a tiny drop that betrayed the vast expanse of your emotions.

“Yet, the world has returned you nothing but false gossip and superficial praises.” There was a hint of displeasure in his voice.

You softly chuckled—a melody to his ears. “It’s fine. I shouldn’t ask for any more. Their shallow praise and admiration put food on the table. It gave me comfort. Luxury. A beautiful life, really.”

“Then why leave if you are comfortable and content?”

You shook your head again. “Because the flame within me had died. Passion lost. Purpose long forgotten.”

He studied you for a long moment, then turned his gaze toward the script on your desk. With careful hands, he picked it up—handling it like a sacred treasure.

“You say passion is lost…yet, you still wrote something so brilliant?” he mused, eyes scanning the pages.

“It is my final piece, after all. I would like to leave a legacy behind.”

He hummed thoughtfully, then stepped closer. His hand ghosted behind your waist, drawing you gently into him.

“Then stay,” he whispered. His breath tenderly kissed your ear. “Allow me to rewrite you.”

“Black Scripture” - Final Act She found herself at a crossroad, both paths unclear. One illuminated, while the other was shrouded in an opaque darkness. A darkness that consumed even the brightest light. Yet, she found salvation in the dark—there was something about her that always went against the grain of nature. And so she slowly trekked the path to oblivion. But what she did not know was that beyond the sea of black, something laid after it. Something that she had always yearned for. A hand stretched out beyond the darkness— His voice whispered, “Take my hand. And thine shall be the eyes that see the light. For true salvation was never obvious, but cloaked in disguise—to deter false believers.”

Your fingers interlocked with his as the two of you stood together on stage, facing the empty audience. Though you had memorized every word, every expression, and every emotion by heart—you had never once performed under the spotlight. You were content to remain behind the curtains, watching your stories come to life through others.

But now, standing here—beside the very one who had been the core of every award-winning script you had ever written—there was a flicker of something new.

Exhilaration.

“So tell me,” he asked, lifting your hand into his, “what happens after she takes his hand?”

“She asks for her savior’s name,” you breathed.

“And what is the savior’s name?” he softly chuckled, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Yours.” The thought slipped out of your tongue before you could stop it.

The air shifted between the two of you. His eyes became unreadable.

“I am no savior though,” he said. The words felt like a dark confession wrapped in silk.

It was…alluring.

“May I still know your name?”

“Suguru,” he said very simply.

You repeated it, as if a sacred name. The syllables rolled from your lips, like sweet honey, sending heat throughout his veins.

“Suguru’s voice whispered,” you said, voice hushed as you recited your own script. “Take my hand. And thine shall be the eyes that see the light. For true salvation was never obvious, but cloaked in disguise—to deter false believers.”

“And so, she takes his hand,” Suguru continued in a reverent whisper, tightening his grasp as he pulled you in—your face now mere inches from his.

“And willingly submits herself to him. Born anew through dark baptism—her soul now, forever intertwined with his.”

A pang struck through your heart as Suguru spoke the words. As though you have felt your script turning into prophecy.

“Is this a dream?” Your voice quivered with uncertainty. Because if it was, you never wanted to wake from it.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he presses his lips into yours.

Kisses became hungry—and soon, not enough to satiate.

How does one quell the many years of silent yearning?

Watching. Waiting. The ache of being so close, yet worlds apart.

To watch you be admired by so many—yet their praises fell hollow, and their envy-laced compliments, blasphemous.

What you deserved was not meager words—you deserved worship.

Perfect devotion, inked in flesh.

A need only he could satisfy.

So then—came surrender.

Clothes rustled upon the grand stage, the phantom audience poised to bear witness to the consummation.

The air was thick with impatience and anticipation, as bare skin revealed itself.

Beauty in its rawest form.

No painting. No theatre. No song. No script—could ever capture its truth.

Bodies begin to join, initial pain morphs to eventual pleasure with every movement, every gaze, and every whisper. Cries of euphoria echoed through the theatre—like an opera that sang of pure love and devotion.

Warmth spilled through your body in the height of crescendo, every inch of you set ablaze as he marked you. A dark possession overcame you as you watched him tremble—yet still, ensuring that every last drop was taken.

Two souls, inexplicably bound forevermore. Witnessed by a silent audience.

“Take me,” you murmured. While he was still joined with you. “Take it all, if it means that I could be with you.”

Who was he to deny his soulmate?

“Then bear with me, angel,” he said. Voice still hoarse from the intense climax. “This pain will be temporary, but our happiness shall be forever.”

And so, he sank his fangs into your pulse. Your blood like crimson honey on his tongue—a taste he would never forget.

As life faded from your eyes, you were born anew.

Emerged as his soul-bound.

Beyond the veil of darkness, you had indeed found light.

You his eternal goddess, and he, your everlasting scripture.

Writing © xechu - please do not redistribute, translate, or repost any of my works.

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koreluvsspring · 12 days ago

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Rockstar Girlfriend 🎸

You were probably his first real listener. First fan, even. His account had no followers. No clout. No tags. He wasn’t even looking for one. He just posted banger songs—heavy and haunting. You were high out of your mind one night, scrolling through underground tracks, trying to find something that hadn’t been overplayed into dust.

Then you hit the bottom. Clicked on his album.

And it changed everything. The voice was deep, like smoke and rage. The beat was grimy and sharp. It wasn’t just rap. Or rock. Or alt. It was all of it. And none of it. It sounded like a demon crying through broken speakers.

You thought for sure he’d be famous. But he wasn’t. So you DMed him. Didn’t even think he’d see it.But that same night, he replied. You talked for hours. He asked for your number. You FaceTimed until the sky turned grey.

The next day, he invited you to his spot. To listen. To smoke. To just... be.

Honestly it could have ended badly and it would have been the worst decision you ever made. But the vibe—the intensity— You didn’t have to speak. Just your eyes did all the talking.

It wasn’t lust. Not really. It was that aching, desperate something that clutches your ribs and won’t let go. You didn’t know if he felt the same, so you played it casual.

Casual as in… Basically living together. Unspoken everything. No sex. No labels. Just you and him.

He’d send you unreleased tracks. Half-finished verses. You started running his page, organizing stuff, posting updates. You weren’t official. But you kind of became his manager. His shadow. His safe place. His favorite ear.

He never said thank you. Not in words, anyway. But every song had pieces of you in it. A line that sounded like something you once whispered. A beat that matched the rhythm of your laugh. A song titled with your birthday, but flipped backward so no one else would know.

And then it happened. One day, everything changed. Some random TikTok kid found one of the old tracks and used it for an edit. A week later—millions. Plays, likes, followers. He hated it. You watched him pace around the apartment, wild-eyed, muttering, “They don’t even get it.” “They’re just biting now.” “Where were they before?”

But you were still there. Sitting on his kitchen counter. Hoodie that wasn’t yours. Eyes tired but soft.

You handled it. Emails. DMs. Interview requests. Labels circling like vultures. You told him which ones to ignore. Which ones to play with. He let you do it. Trusted you. Only you.

He didn’t post selfies. Didn’t talk in interviews. He just kept making music. And every time, you were the first to hear it. Headphones passed between you. Knees touching. Eyes closed.

One night, he paused a track halfway through. You looked up at him. He didn’t say anything for a while.

Then “You think I’d be doing any of this if it weren’t for you?”

You didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t. You just reached for the play button.But he stopped you. Caught your hand in his. Held it for a second too long. Then another.

Your chest felt like it would crack open. Still, nothing happened. Still, it was... casual.

A year into the fame, you were all the way in. No more crashing at his place—you lived there. The two of you had upgraded to a bigger apartment, one that felt more like a bunker than a home. Dark walls. Concrete floors. Unfinished ceiling that looked like it belonged in a warehouse.

But it was warm. It smelled like weed and sage and your shampoo. Music always humming from a speaker somewhere. Sometimes his guitar was just lying on the couch. Sometimes your books were. You shared space like you shared silence—easily.

You were still juggling school, barely hanging on some days, but you made time to manage his account, answer emails, line up deals. He made music and money. A lot of both. Labels wanted him. Brands begged. Venues called. You handled most of it. He hated everyone except you.

And the relationship is still undefined. Still everything.

He’d hold your hand in public. Pull you close when crossing the street. His arm would always be around your shoulders like it belonged there. To anyone watching, you were together. Like… together together. And maybe you were, just not officially. No titles. No pressure.

He kept his mystery locked up tight. Still no face. No selfies. No stories. That was about to change though. His first concert was coming, a real one. Not an underground event or livestream, but a sold-out, packed venue with screaming fans.

You asked him, quietly one night, “Are you nervous?” He just looked at you, exhaled smoke, and said, “Not about them. Just about you seeing me like that.”

You didn’t ask what he meant. Didn’t need to. Just reached over, took his hand, and held it like you always did—like it was normal. Like he was yours.

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The city was buzzing like a live wire. You could feel it in your teeth. The venue was packed, lines curling around the block. People had signs. Painted their faces. Screamed lyrics. It was insane.

You watched from backstage, heart beating a little too fast, wearing his leather jacket and tight short black dress.

He was pacing a little, fingers twitching, jaw tight. But he looked good. Too good. Tall, jacked, inked up— black tank clinging to him, tattoos peeking from his neck to his fingers. Hair messy like always, like he rolled out of bed and still looked like a god.

No mask tonight. No hood. This time, they’d see him.

You caught his eye just before he walked out. Just looked at you like you were the only thing grounding him. You nodded once. That was enough.

Then he stepped out.

And the place. Exploded.

Screams. Like actual shrieking. Phones shot up so fast the light almost blinded you. Someone in the front fainted. A girl sobbed. The crowd was feral.

He didn’t flinch. Just walked to the mic like he owned the world. When he finally spoke— “Yeah. It’s me.” —people LOST it.

A whole different war broke out online . “WHY IS HE HOT??” “I THOUGHT HE WAS UGLY???” “HE LOOKS LIKE HE KILLS PEOPLE AND WRITES POETRY ABOUT IT.” “Someone said he was faceless—why is he the face of my future now???”

His name trended within an hour. Clips went viral before the second song ended. People were pausing videos just to zoom in on his hands, his tattoos, his jawline. New fan accounts popped up in real-time.

But he only looked at you. Once. Halfway through the set, spotlight behind him, crowd screaming his name, he glanced toward the side of the stage. Found you. Smirked like the devil. Then tore into the next song like his soul was catching fire.

When it was over, and the venue started to empty out, he came offstage drenched in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, chest rising and falling. Still high off the energy, off the chaos. You handed him water. He took it, but didn’t drink. Just stared at you.

“They love me now,” he muttered. Then, quieter, “But I still only care what you think.”

Your throat closed up. You didn’t answer, didn’t need to.

He tossed the bottle. Stepped closer. Close enough to feel the heat rolling off him. His hand found your face like he’d been meaning to do it for years. Fingers on your cheek, thumb brushing your lip. His forehead rested against yours, and he whispered, “Say something. Anything.”

You looked up at him, breath caught.

“You’re mine,” you said.

And this time, he kissed you.

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The concert was over, but the night wasn’t.

You two didn’t even go back home. He tugged you into the car, adrenaline still buzzing in his veins, saying nothing but “Let’s go out.” You didn’t ask where.

The club was already dark and pulsing by the time you got there. Lights flickering red, music loud enough to feel in your ribs. People turned when you walked in, like they knew. He hadn’t even been unmasked for four hours, but already, the city recognized him.

He didn’t care. Just grab your hand and pull you to the middle of the floor. Bodies everywhere, sweat, bass, smoke. And still, it felt like it was just you two.

He was behind you, hands on your waist. Not even grinding, not all sexual—just close. Like he wanted to keep you tethered to the ground. His face buried in your neck every now and then, lips ghosting skin. You leaned into it. Eyes closed. Smiling.

Someone recorded it. Of course they did.

Posted it within minutes.

On Twitter (or X whatever that cursed app is):

@.cryboutitgrl: this man just revealed his face and already pulled up to the club with the baddest girl i’ve ever seen????

@.undergroundangel666: bro was faceless yesterday now he’s 6'4 tatted and got a mysterious girlfriend. i’m sick. 😭

@.smokysylvia: wait wait wait. is she the one from the side stage?? the one he kept looking at????

@.hotguyshateus: yeah i zoomed in. it’s her. same leather jacket. same girl. he’s in love i’m sorry.

@.helooksinlove: she whispered something to him before the encore and he kissed her after the show. we lost. I fear the album’s gonna be sad and horny now 😩

The internet was spiraling. Fan edits were already in motion. Clips of him touching your face, that blurry club video, someone even managed to catch a shot of the two of you leaving the venue— his arm around your shoulders, your head tucked into his chest.

You checked his account the next morning. A million new followers. Inbox was flooded. Everyone wanted to know: Who was she? Who was the girl?

And all he did was post a blurry photo of the two of you sitting on the floor that night, you leaning against him, laughing into your cup, and him looking at you like you were the only thing he’d ever believe in.

Caption: “She been here since zero followers. Don’t ask again.”

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bonus::: the first text and meet up...

It was around 2:37 AM when you messaged him.

“idk why no one knows abt you yet. this is actually insane.”

You didn’t expect a reply. Didn’t even think he’d see it.

But twenty minutes later— “yo.” One dot. No emojis.

You blinked at the screen.

“that was you?” “the message?” “yeah. thanks.”

Simple. Dry. But then he asked: “wanna hear some unreleased?”

Your breath caught. “yeah.”

He sent a file. No title. Just noise at first. Then the beat dropped— low, almost crawling. His voice— raspy, like smoke and teeth. You could barely breathe.

Before you could even process, your phone lit up again.

“what’s your number” Not a question. Not begging.

You gave it.

Thirty seconds later: FaceTime.

Your heart slammed. You almost didn’t pick up. But your thumb moved on its own.

Click.

It was dark.

No light but the red glow of a monitor on his side. Backlit tattoos. Shadows across his jawline. Hair messy. Shirtless. Sitting back in a desk chair like he owned time.

You didn’t speak. He didn’t either.

He looked at you. Eyes flickering across your face through the screen like he was studying something rare. A small smirk tugged at his lips.

“damn.”

One word. But it cracked something open.

You laughed, too soft. Told him he looked like a villain.

“good.” Then: “you real?”

You didn’t answer. Just tilted your head. Let him stare.

And then, just like that— you both started talking. Not loud. Not excited. Just low. Whispers like secrets in a church.

He showed you the corner of his room. Posters. Wires. A mic stand leaning. Unfinished lyrics on the wall in sharpie.

“i stay up all night,” he said. “no one to talk to.”

“you do now,” you whispered.

His lips twitched. He leaned forward like he was trying to see more of you through the screen.

“can i call you again?”

You bit your lip.

“i’m not hanging up.”

And you didn’t. Not until the sun started bleeding through your windows. Not until your eyelids got too heavy. He didn’t say goodbye. Just watched you drift off to sleep. And whispered, so quiet you almost didn’t catch it:

“don’t leave.”

You woke up with your phone in your hand, battery barely alive. Your screen still had his name on it. Still connected. He never hung up.

You sat up slow, blinking through sleep. Heart pounding when you remember everything. The music. The call. His voice. The way he watched you fall asleep like he meant to remember it forever.

And then—your phone buzzed.

him: “u still down to pull up?”

No address. No time.

Just that.

And still… you replied: “drop the pin.”

You didn’t tell anyone. Didn’t even think it through. He could’ve been a killer. Could’ve chopped you up, turned you into a beat.

But your chest was quiet. Calm.

It was cold when you stepped out. Your hoodie swallowed your frame. Headphones in, but no music playing— just replaying his voice in your head like a loop. When you reached his spot, it looked like nothing. Gray building. No buzzers. Just a metal door and the pin.

You texted him once.

No reply.

Then the door creaked open. And there he was. Tall. Sleeves rolled up. Tattoos crawling up his arms. Hood half on. Eyes heavy like he hadn’t slept.

He looked at you for two full seconds before stepping back.

“come in.”

You did.

It was dark. Not scary dark—just dim. Curtains closed. Cigarette smoke faint in the air. There was a speaker set up on the floor and wires running like veins all over the place. A mic stand crooked in the corner. A mattress on the ground, black sheets. And his scent—something between weed, laundry, and the ghost of cologne.

You stood there like you were in a museum.

He didn’t touch you. Just nodded toward the couch.

“u want tea? or... water? i got like 4 capri suns too.”

You laughed. He smiled for real that time.

You stayed for hours. Then one day.

Then two.

The playlist never stopped. He let you read his notebooks. You found one where your name was scribbled on the top corner of a page.

He didn’t explain.

At night, he didn’t try anything. Just let you lay next to him, in his clothes, backs turned but feet tangled.

You remember the first time he turned to you in the dark and whispered: “i don’t like being alone anymore.”

And you said, without thinking:

“me neither.”

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any band recommendations??

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Sukuna is the type of boyfriend who tells you to shut up when you’re talking—and to talk when you’re silent.

He “hates” it when you cuddle him. He “hates” when you kiss him or show any kind of affection in public.

He “hates” saying “I love you,” and even mocks you for saying it. He says he hates it when you try to hold his hand. He just hates everything.

He says he hates it, hates you, and hates this relationship. That’s what he tells you—every single day.

At first, you thought maybe being mean was just his twisted way of showing he cared. It was weird, but you tried to be okay with it. But slowly, it started getting to you. When you reached for his hand, he would swat yours away. When you leaned in to kiss his cheek, he would push you back.

You weren’t a talkative person by nature—you only spoke when he asked you something. But even then, when you answered, he’d tell you to shut up or say, “Why are you talking so much?”

By the sixth month of your relationship, you had grown painfully quiet inside. You barely said anything, barely did anything. It felt like he had sucked the spark and life right out of you. You were constantly second-guessing yourself.

Every time you had a date with him, it felt like a chore—a heavy, anxiety-inducing task you had to get through. It wasn’t fun anymore. It made you lose sleep.

You started to doubt whether he even liked you as a person, let alone as a girlfriend.

Today was the fourth time you canceled a date on him. —The first time was because you were on your period and didn’t feel up to going out. He had grumbled, gone out to get takeout, then shoved the bag onto your chest and left without a word. —The second time, you had to babysit your cousins. —The third, you had to pick up your baby brother from a different state. —And now today, the fourth, you had a migraine.

For the past three weeks, you’d barely seen or spoken to each other. It seemed like life kept pulling you away—and honestly, you didn’t mind.

But he did.

He was already outside your house, waiting in his car when you texted him that you couldn’t come. He didn’t take it well.

Sukuna slammed his phone onto the passenger seat, got out, and slammed the car door behind him. Then he stormed up to your front door and started banging on it, hard.

You were lucky your parents weren’t home.

You flinched at the sound of his fists slamming against the wood. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten angry, but something about tonight felt worse. Maybe it was the pounding in your head, or maybe it was just the way your stomach dropped when you heard him yell your name through the door.

“Open the damn door, Y/N!” he barked.

You rushed to open it, heart racing—not because you wanted to see him, but because you didn’t want the neighbors hearing and calling your parents… or worse, the police.

His fist was mid-air when the door swung open.

He froze, standing in your doorway, chest heaving with fury. His eyes burned as they locked onto yours, and for a moment, you genuinely weren’t sure what he was going to do.

You looked away, unable to hold his gaze.

“I don’t feel well,” you said quietly. “You should go.”

He scoffed, stepping forward. Sometimes you wondered just how big he really was—how he seemed to fill the doorway with his presence alone. Broad shoulders brushing both sides, head nearly grazing the top. It was like he was built to block the exit, to make everything feel smaller when he entered.

He walked you backward into the house and slammed the door shut behind him.

“Are you serious right now? I’ve been waiting out there for an hour—again—and you’re gonna pull this shit?”

“I said I don’t feel well,” you repeated, your voice a little steadier this time.

He laughed, that same bitter, cutting sound that made your stomach turn. “Yeah, right. Another excuse.”

You went quiet, eyes dropping to your socks. You didn’t want to look at him. You couldn’t.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he snapped. “We haven’t gone on a date in weeks. You barely text or call. Spit it out—what the fuck is your issue?”

Your fingers nervously played with the hem of your t-shirt, tugging it slightly as if that could anchor you.

Then, softly—firmly—you said it:

“Let’s break up.”

Silence.

It was immediate and deafening. He went completely still. You could feel the shift in the air, like all the heat had been sucked from the room. You swore you couldn’t even hear him breathing.

But you still didn’t look up.

You stood there, staring at the floor, heart pounding in your chest like a warning drum.

You didn't want to see the look on his face. You didn’t want to see the moment he realized you meant it.

And you did.

You really meant it.

The silence didn’t last.

It cracked.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

His voice was low. Dangerous. Like the calm before a storm that you’d been caught in too many times before.

You still didn’t move. Didn’t respond.

“I said,” he growled, stepping closer, “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

You finally looked up. Just once. And what you saw made your chest tighten.

His eyes were wild—red with fury, disbelief twisting his face into something almost unrecognizable. His jaw clenched, vein ticking in his temple.

��Oh, I get it now,” he sneered, voice dripping venom. “There’s another guy, right? That’s why you’ve been so distant, so fucking weird lately.”

He stepped forward again, and you instinctively took a step back—until your back hit the wall.

He bent down slightly, crouching just enough to be level with your eyes. His face was so close, you could feel the heat of his breath, the way it shook with restrained anger.

“So tell me,” he whispered, voice low and mocking, “is that it? Is it because of some guy?”

You blinked rapidly, trying to fight off the tears burning your eyes. Your breath hitched, chest rising and falling with the effort to stay calm.

His red eyes searched yours. But this time, it wasn’t just rage in them—it was something else. He was looking at you like he was trying to memorize you. Like deep down, some part of him knew he was about to lose you for good.

“There’s no one else,” you said. “It’s just you. It’s only ever been you.”

He shook his head, his frustration growing by the second. His hands balled into fists at his sides, like he didn’t know where to put them, didn’t know what to do with the energy coiling in his chest.

“Then why?” he demanded, his voice cracking with desperation. “Why? You need to tell me. I need to know. Why?”

His breath came quicker now, but his eyes—they were wild, searching. As if you held the answers to a riddle he couldn’t solve, no matter how many times he asked.

And then, the question slipped out. The one you’d been too afraid to ask, too afraid to even let yourself think about.

“Sukuna,” you whispered, barely above a breath, “do you even like me?”

You didn’t want to ask it, but something in you had to know. Something inside you had to hear him admit it—whether he cared, whether this had ever been real, or whether it was all just a game to him.

You didn’t dare look at him directly, too scared to see the answer, whatever it was. You focused on the floor, trying to steady your breath, trying to hold yourself together.

There was a long pause.

And then, when he spoke again, it wasn’t with the anger or spite you’d grown accustomed to.

It was softer. Almost too soft.

“Of course, I fucking like you,” he muttered, though there was no confidence in it.

You shook your head, unable to believe a single word he said. “No, you don’t, Sukuna. No, you don’t. You hate me. You always say you find me annoying, and you hate this relationship. You don’t like me, let alone love me.”

The words tumbled out faster than you could stop them, like once you started, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Sukuna...” You took a shaky breath, voice breaking despite your best efforts. “I... I can’t even sleep. I don’t know how you feel about me or what we have. You’re so angry all the time. I get scared to talk to you or ask you anything...”

You almost felt like you were rambling, but the words were all that needed to be said, finally out in the open.

The truth, ugly and raw, spilled out of you like a dam breaking, everything you’d been bottling up for so long.

Sukuna stood there, staring at you with wide eyes, as if he couldn’t comprehend what you’d just said. For a moment, you could almost see the walls crashing down around him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came. He was still processing, still trying to piece together the pieces of what you’d just revealed.

And then, his eyes softened—not in the way they usually did, filled with mockery or disdain—but with something far more terrifying: regret.

“I... didn’t mean for any of that to happen.” His voice was rough, hoarse, as if the words scraped against him.

“I didn’t know... I didn’t realize that it was like this for you.”

You looked up at him, your chest tight with emotion, heart pounding in your ears.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he continued, his voice quieter now, almost defeated. “I was just—damn it, I…I do love you, Y/N. I love you so much I don't know what to do with it.”

You blinked, stunned, It felt surreal, like a dream or some twisted joke, but the look in his eyes—was undeniable.

For a second, you just stared at him, trying to piece it together. He loved you? After everything? After all the anger, the cruelty, the distance?

His eyes were searching yours desperately, as if he was afraid you wouldn’t believe him, afraid that you would push him away before he could prove it to you.

“I don’t know how to show it, okay?” he said, his voice cracking, frustration and fear bleeding through.

“I don’t want to be like this,” he whispered, his voice barely audible now. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to make you feel scared or… or small.”

You swallowed hard, your heart a tangled mess of conflicting emotions. Was this just another lie? Another empty confession meant to keep you close, or was this the real thing?

Sukuna’s eyes bore into you, pleading, desperate for you to see past the anger, past the walls he’d built up over the years.

“Please,” he breathed, his voice rough. “Please don’t leave me like this. I can’t lose you. I know I fucked up, but I swear I’ll do anything to fix this”

You wanted to believe him. God, you did. But the fear still lingered. The fear that his words would fade, that the old habits would return, that the anger would drown out whatever this feeling was between you.

But... the way he was looking at you, the way he was fighting to keep you—maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something different.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you slowly took his hand in yours. His fingers tightened around yours almost immediately, as if he were afraid you’d pull away again.

“We... we don’t need to break up, Sukuna,” you said softly, eyes still fixed on the floor. “But I need time. A break.”

You felt his body tense, his hand trembling in yours.

“A break?” he echoed, the word landing heavy between you both like a thunderclap. “What does that even mean?”

“It means I need space,” you said, more firmly now. “I need time to think. To breathe. I need to figure out if I can still be in this... if you really mean what you say.”

His jaw clenched again, but he didn’t pull away this time. His other hand ran through his hair, dragging it back with a frustrated sigh as he looked away from you.

“I don’t want space,” he muttered. “I want to fix this now.”

“But we can’t,” you said, stepping back a little, your fingers slipping from his hand. “Not all at once. You can’t just say the right words and expect it all to go back to normal. I’ve been walking on eggshells for months, Sukuna. I’m tired. I need to feel like I matter to you—not just when you’re scared I’ll leave.”

Silence settled like fog between you. He didn’t argue. He didn’t yell. He just stood there, staring at you with an expression you’d rarely seen on him—something close to remorse. Maybe even understanding.

“I’ll wait,” he said finally, his voice low and rough. “I don’t know how, and I’ll probably mess it up, but... I’ll wait. Just don’t disappear on me.”

You nodded slowly, swallowing hard. “I won’t.”

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i opened the doc thinking I was about to emotionally cripple and obliterate myself with some god-tier angst but no for some reason my brain and hand said....what if… love???

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koreluvsspring · 28 days ago

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when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

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koreluvsspring · 28 days ago

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slim pickins

good graces | bed chem | busy woman

they were never yours - so what if you find someone who could be?

pairings: toxic!Satosugu x ex-roommate!reader, rebound!Sukuna x f!reader

content: MDNI, angst and smut, heavy pining and yearning, satosugu are dicks, oral (m! receiving), rough sex, consensual recording during sex, unprotected piv sex, arguments, men fighting over you, will the men learn their lesson??, PETTY reader, multiple povs, happy ending

art by @winterrbluess + dividers by @i-mmaculatus

It had been 143 days, eighteen hours and approximately twenty-seven minutes since the day Satoru found your key on the counter.

It might as well have been yesterday.

Your note was in his wallet. Folded up and slotted between his credit card and a Polaroid of you he'd taken a lifetime ago, the ink scribble on the paper seeping through his thoughts still. A blot that he suspected had permanently stained him.

He didn't need to pull it out anymore, by day sixteen he already had every curve and line memorized. Slotted neatly in the box in his brain right next to your smile, the shape of your body when it was folded underneath him, the sound of your laugh.

Seven words were all the past four years were worth to you.

Moved out! Sorry for the short notice :)

That was all.

Seven measly words and the memory of you picking your clothes off the floor, the pout on your lips and the purr of your voice, a bitter last goodbye he hadn't seen for what it was.

Walking away from them with a pretty smile on your face and your phone in your hand.

What killed him the most was how casual it was. Like you had just gone to grocery store. Not emptied out your whole fucking room and dropped off the face of the earth.

Did he not mean more?

Was that all years of friendship had dissolved into? Sharing snacks and sneaking kisses? Limbs tangled and longing stares? Just to be nothing now?

Suguru didn't like talking about you. Didn't want to listen to his never-ending concerns and complaints. Didn't want the reminder of what part he played in pushing you away.

But Satoru couldn't stop.

What were you doing? Where were you?

Were you happy now, at least? Without him? Without Suguru?

It didn't matter how badly he wanted to know, how many hours he spent sitting in your barren bedroom and counting the seconds in silence, how hollow his heart felt in you absence. Because none of it would bring you back.

None of his pining would piece him back together.

Or make you belong to him again.

"You're moping," Suguru dryly commented, reading the ingredients off the back of some cereal box.

Satoru huffed, looking around the empty aisle and leaning against the metal shelf.

Grocery shopping sucked.

It used to be fun. He used to wrap his arms around your waist and plant kisses across your collarbone when no one was looking. He used to throw candy after candy into the shopping cart while you scoffed and scolded him, putting half back up and hiding the smile that curled up on your face when he whined and tugged at your clothes.

They didn't need a cart anymore.

Not when they were only shopping for two now.

But now he kept catching himself absentmindedly tossing your favorite foods in, forcing himself to put it back on the shelf and wonder if you were eating enough without them to cook for you.

Maybe your boyfriend made you meals.

Satoru hoped he hadn't stuck around.

Sure, it was selfish, but wasn't that what Satoru was? Had always been?

If he couldn't have you, he certainly couldn't fucking stand the idea that someone else did.

That another man might be sleeping in your bed and tangled in your sheets. That while he was staring at the ceiling wondering what went wrong, you were staring up at someone new, getting split open and stretched out without even giving him a second thought.

"I'm fine," Satoru forced a strained smile, folding his arms across his chest.

Suguru glanced over at him once, but didn't say anything, just dropping the box in the shopping bag.

And that was the problem, wasn't it?

They knew it was wrong and waited for it to fix itself? For you to be fine?

"I'm gonna go look at the protein bars," Satoru murmured, walking away before he could get stuck spinning in the same circles he'd been in for months.

He was supposed to be moving on.

But if he was still thinking about you, surely, he had to be on your brain too. There was no way you'd just forget the fun times, the fucking, how freely you used to giggle at his dumb jokes.

Suguru just didn't understand.

He could say he loved you, and yeah, he did, but Satoru was the one who found you first, had forced fate to tie you together.

It was his idea to introduce you to each other, his idea for you to live together, his idea to share you after Suguru snuck his way into sleeping with you first.

What kind of world was it where you weren't his too?

Sometimes, on those shitty nights where he ended up counting the seconds on the clock, he sorta wished he'd knocked you up when he had the chance.

At least then you couldn't completely cut him out of your life, like he was some sickness you had to cull.

He glanced up at the signs hanging over the aisles, searching for the one he was looking for. It wasn't their usually grocery store. Suguru's suggestion - a silent way of saying he was sick of hiding from your shadow too. But even going somewhere that held no memories of you didn't help the creeping feeling that you should be here.

With them. Him.

Satoru found the aisle, turning the corner just to freeze at the familiar outline and pretty face waiting for him.

Maybe fate hadn't forgotten him after all.

꒰ა ⠀ ໒꒱

"The fuck are these so overpriced for?" Sukuna grumbled, dismissively picking through the selection of protein bars while you tried not to smile.

"I dunno," You hm-ed, sneaking peeks at him while you looked through the shelves. He wasn't your boyfriend. But you guessed grocery shopping together post-sex wasn't too bad. "We could probably order some online cheaper."

He spent half the week at your apartment anyway.

You might as well stock up on them.

He hmph-ed, but after the past few months of forming a genuine friendship (and sleeping together), you'd figured out that was his way of agreeing.

"Chocolate? Or vanilla?"

You glanced over your shoulder, holding up equally-overpriced protein shakes in each hand as you offered them out to him.

Sukuna huffed, but he shuffled closer anyway, snagging the heavy shopping basket from off your arm after tossing both bottles in. His scowl only softened when he noticed you watching him.

"No strawberry?" He muttered, scanning the shelf in front of you.

"Nope," You hummed, glancing down the aisle and slipping away to find the next item on your grocery list while he trudged after you.

He never let you stray too far though.

A hand squeezed your wrist right as you turned into the next aisle, nearly making you crash into the chip bags lined up on the end cap before you turned around to see someone who wasn't yours - not anymore.

"Hey gorgeous."

Charming smile. Pretty blue eyes. Wild white hair.

Your former roommate.

You didn't get the chance to breathe before Sukuna was shoving Gojo away. Hard. And he did crash into the next end cap over, a few gift cards falling off their hooks and hitting him in the head while Sukuna stepped between you.

"Try that again," Sukuna didn't have to snarl or shout, just three short words in his husky tone was threat enough.

Your second assessment of Satoru Gojo was more critical. The wrinkles in his shirt and the dark circles under his eyes, the once soft buzz of his undercut grown out.

Recognizing that awful ache in his eyes you'd once seen in your own reflection.

He looked like shit.

"Sukuna," You forced his name out, swallowing hard as you folded your arms across your chest, as if it'd do anything to shield you from how hollow you felt seeing Satoru Gojo again. "Let's just leave."

Wherever Satoru was, Suguru was probably close behind.

"Don't," Gojo sounded panicked, his plea cutting through as Sukuna only stepped back enough to wrap an arm around your waist, still glaring at him. "Can we please talk? Just us? You know, catch up?"

You didn't understand how he couldn't see there never had been an us.

There was only ever a them.

"No thanks," You shook your head, settling into Sukuna's side. His grip was tight on your hip, like you might actually slip free and take Gojo up on his offer.

You ended up telling him the entire convoluted history one night half-wasted on wine coolers while you were supposed to be watching some movie, the tv forgotten and the volume turned down so he could listen to every embarrassing detail. How pathetically in love you were. How long they left you out. How empty you felt after being used so easily.

Sukuna hadn't said much in the moment, but his face made it obvious he loathed them even more than you did.

And even though you both established you weren't really looking for a relationship, he fucked you that night like you were, slow and sure, his mouth on yours and his hands holding your wrists.

"They don't bother you still?" He had murmured in your ear afterwards, your fingers coming through his hair as you laid flat on his chest.

"I blocked them," You shrugged, sighing as he pulled you up so he could press a kiss to your forehead.

For a guy who claimed to be only be concerned about getting his cock wet, he was hellbent on aftercare anyway, making sure you were comfortable and carrying you to the bathroom and checking the temperature for the shower or bath before letting you step in.

But it wasn't like you could compare him to Satoru, or even Suguru.

He was just different.

"Sweetheart," The Satoru in front of you now protested, standing up straight and ignoring the gift cards now scattered by his feet. One had gotten caught on his jacket, but he hadn't realized it.

A petty part of you hoped he would try to leave with it and set off the sensors.

But mostly?

You didn't really feel anything for him anymore. The holes in your heart had been patched up. Caulked and painted over until it was brand new. Or as close as you could get.

Time was funny. The past four months had felt longer than the last four years.

You accepted what happened already. You could blame them and point fingers and cry about it, but you had to face the fact you let them. Love wasn't an excuse.

"I hope you're doing okay," You managed a polite smile, letting Sukuna start to pull you back towards the cash registers.

"I'd be better if you heard me out," Gojo called out, his voice still saccharinely sweet, a pretty purr that stopped working on you long before you'd left him. "Two minutes, please."

If you gave him an two minutes, he'd ask for an hour. And then what? Beg you to come back? Promise he missed you? That all he wanted was to try again?

"Your boyfriend really won't let you talk to me?" He just couldn't help himself, could he? Bitterness bleeding through, a big dramatic pout probably plastered on.

He only cared when you slipped through his fingers.

Gojo would never be your boyfriend.

And sometimes you wondered if he'd ever really been your friend.

You didn't reply, chewing on the inside of your cheek when he reached back out, his fingers grazing your arm, about to grab you before Sukuna caught his wrist.

"Touch her, and I'll break your fucking fingers," Sukuna scoffed. You suspected he would've done it already if this wasn't where you regularly shopped at. A few of the cashiers were glancing nervously at each other, one of them reaching for the phone to call the manager or maybe even the cops before you pulled Sukuna back.

"Come on," You murmured, tugging on his sleeve as he let go of Gojo with a disgusted sigh. "He's not worth it."

Satoru made a sound that was half a scoff, and half, well, you weren't sure what.

Something hurt? Wounded? Betrayed?

You decided it didn't matter.

The show was over. You bowed out. Whatever you were to each other now, it wasn't anything more than background extras.

Sukuna slipped his hand into yours, fingers holding on tight as he followed you to checkout, mumbling something about what a fucking idiot Gojo was under his breath and readjusting the shopping basket hooked over his other arm.

"Goddamn prick," Sukuna muttered, throwing a mean glare over his shoulder as he started taking items out of the basket and setting them on the conveyor belt.

"It's whatever," You replied, trying not to find the fact he was more bothered than you funny. You snagged the basket when it was empty, glancing around to where the others were stacked. "I'm gonna put this back."

"Fine," Sukuna grumbled, digging his wallet out from his jeans. "But I'm paying."

You cracked a smile, watching him out of the corner of your vision while he tried to answer semi-politely to the cashier's small talk while you walked over to add your basket to the stack.

But a flash of something dark caught your attention.

Suguru was watching you.

Maybe had been for the past few minutes. A basket of his own hooked over his elbow, filled with familiar foods and snacks you hadn't tasted since you'd lived with them.

He didn't make any move to walk over. His hair piled on top of his head in a messy bun, bangs swept away from his face so you could see how intently he was observing you. Dark brows knitted together, a phony smile he couldn't pretend reached his eyes.

His hand lifted up to wave, and you hesitantly returned it.

They missed you.

But you hadn't missed them.

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"Seriously," Sukuna huffed. "Who the fuck does he think he is?"

You giggled, getting up on the tip of your toes to put up a box of pancake mix. He grabbed it from your hand, neatly putting it up on the shelf for you while he sighed. His hand settled on your hip though, his chest to your back and broad frame blocking you from slipping away. You looked over your shoulder at him. "Kuna."

"Don't 'Kuna' me," He wryly said, face scrunched up. "I should've beat his ass for just talking to you."

You did laugh now, unable to stop yourself when his jaw clenched, lips tugged down in a serious frown.

"I'm not joking."

"I know," You grinned, shaking your head like you disapproved.

If you were somewhere else, a dingy bar or out on the street, he probably would've hit him. Grabbed him by the collar and given him a black eye or a broken nose.

You might've liked it a few months ago.

But you didn't need him to defend you now.

"You should go blow off some steam," You softly said, twisting so you could brush his hair back, running your fingers through the soft pink strands and craning your neck up to plant a kiss on the hard line of his jaw.

"Yeah," He reluctantly grumbled.

He leaned down to capture your lips against his, your back hitting the door frame as his greedy hands traced over the outline of your waist down to your ass, squeezing like it was some stress toy for him. His kiss was greedy, tongue lapping at your lower lip before hurrying to slip between them, to remind himself you were his to taste. You broke away first to catch your breath, lungs straining for air.

Sukuna groaned, his nose brushing against yours and sharp eyes searing through you.

"You're right."

"Usually am," You hummed back, offering one more peck to his cheek before slipping out of his grasp to finish unloading the groceries you'd managed to buy before you were interrupted.

"I guess I'll go the gym," He relented, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, you could ask Jin to go with you," You suggested before he could try to ask you.

All you wanted to do was nap. Catch an hour or two of sleep while you had a free afternoon since a certain someone would probably be cutting into how much you'd be getting tonight.

He helped you unload the rest, putting up the stuff that went on the higher shelves while you stocked the fridge. But when he went to pull out his phone, you snuck out to your bedroom, peeling off your shirt and jeans to change into something more comfortable, a thin tank-top and pajama pants. You tossed your phone on the nightstand before crawling in bed and pulling the blankets over you.

Sukuna popped in right as your eyes started to shut, squatting next to the bed to flick your forehead. You swatted at his hand before rolling over, hiding your head under a pillow.

"I'm heading out," He sighed, and you felt something in your hair, a small pull for your attention, or more likely, him fighting the temptation to tug on it.

"Okay." Your voice was muffled by the pillow, but you didn't bother peeking out.

"I'll come over after," He added, like he didn't really want to leave.

"You don't have to," You shrugged under the covers. Maybe you were friends with benefits, but it was on your terms this time. You enjoyed his company, but you didn't expect anything from him. If he wanted to go out afterwards and fuck another girl, it was fine by you. If you didn't see him again for weeks, oh well.

Being alone wasn't bad at all.

Sukuna huffed, his steps shuffling in place.

"I want to," He begrudgingly admitted.

"You can take my key then, I guess," You yawned, readjusting the blanket as you got more comfortable in bed. "Not going anywhere anyway. Just lock the door behind you."

Sukuna tch-ed, and you were glad the pillow hid how hard you rolled your eyes.

He'd been hinting at wanting a key to your place for the last few weeks. Well, hinting was an understatement.

The reality was he told you point-blank it'd be easier if he could just come and go as he pleases instead of texting and calling and feeling like he had to make an appointment to see you when he was over all the damn time anyway.

But he wasn't your boyfriend.

Shouldn't he have to make an appointment?

That's what this was? Or well, you wanted to think that's what this was.

Without a title, without something concrete and certain - which you weren't even sure you could handle - you didn't want to hand him a key into your heart home.

"Where's it at?" He grumbled, not pushing the issue though.

"On the counter," You hummed, trying not to yawn again, something about his warmth, his presence so close was lulling you closer to sleep, eyes getting heavy.

"I'll be back soon," He muttered, and there it was again. Fingers in your hair. But then he kissed your back. A handful of seconds where his lips brushed against the exposed skin of your shoulder.

You listened to him leave. Counted his footsteps and felt your heart stutter at the door shutting behind him.

And just maybe?

You might miss him.

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You woke up to the slam of the front door. It didn't startle you, probably because you'd just sort of adapted to the sound of him stomping around. The heavy footsteps and the thump of his gym bag hitting the ground. Making himself at home.

Settling back in and shutting your eyes again, face nuzzling into the pillow while you listened to the shower start in the spare bathroom down the hall.

It was almost cute, supposing he probably remembered you were sleeping and was trying to be quiet after he already woke you up.

You'd actually almost fallen back asleep before he walked in. It wasn't that he said something. But it was the silence that made you sit up, the fact he hadn't even grunted or offered some raspy hey.

Sukuna was just standing there, glaring at something on his phone, one of your towels slung low around his hips. Muscles defined and still damp, beads of water dripping down his sculpted chest to his happy trail peeking out. You had to drag your eyes up to his face, forcing yourself to focus despite the dreamy haze the world seemed to still have.

You were accustomed to attitude.

This was just different.

His eyes were too dark, his frown too tight, shoulders sagging with stress. It took him a few seconds to really look at you, and even then, his stare felt strange. Like you were some problem to solve.

"Wha' happened?" You yawned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

His head dropped down, combing through his still-damp strands of hair. "He was there."

"Oh," You breathed.

"Yeah," He grunted, all gravelly and rough.

His attempt to seek solace from Satoru had backfired. Your problems following him wherever he went.

"Well," You slowly spoke, and he met your eyes again. "You're the one here."

He didn't even smirk.

No smugness in any of the lines of edges of his face. Your stomach flipped, unsure what you could even say. Yeah, you had terrible taste? Yeah, Satoru was an idiot?

Sorry for sleeping with someone so stupid?

"You know what he said?" Sukuna slowly drawled, his scowl etched so deeply into his skin you wondered if it'd ever fade.

You didn't say anything, blinking at him with your lips still parted, waiting for everything to somehow get worse.

"To have fun fucking you while I could," Sukuna scoffed, disgusted at just repeating it. "That you'd be back in his bed once you got tired of this."

Like you were just having a tantrum.

"What?"

You had tolerated a lot from Satoru. Missed meetings and cold meals and more mistakes and broken promises than you could count. But to beg you to speak to him and turn around to what? Fucking slut-shame you? Treat you like a toddler acting out for his attention?

"I almost hit him," Sukuna begrudgingly admitted, frowning at the memory. "But they kicked me out first."

"What?" You repeated, still too stunned to form a full thought.

"Guess I'll have to find a new gym," He muttered, unclenching his jaw as he finally stepped closer to you, some of the tension starting to melt.

So what? Gojo had managed to get your not-boyfriend banned from his gym and cut your grocery shopping short all in one day.

What was left for him to fuck up?

"He's full of fucking shit," You grumbled, mulling over his words and wishing they didn't drag such a visceral reaction out of you. Hot, angry, coals stirring in your gut, searing through you and demanding you do something.

Being the bigger person didn't work when the person who pissed you off was a prick.

You wanted to hurt him, carve out a piece of his heart and crush it the way he'd do casually done to you, for him to be wounded and withering and for once in his fucking life, feel an ounce of regret.

And maybe it made you an even bigger idiot than Gojo, but you were grabbing your phone off the nightstand, unlocking it and pulling up the list of blocked numbers until you landed on a familiar one.

"What are you doing?" Sukuna deadpanned, watching you closely as your brows cinched together.

"Unblocking Gojo," You casually said, the seeds of the idea already planted.

"Why the fuck would you do that?"

You'd never actually heard him so upset. His molars grinding hard, reaching out to grab the phone from you. You held it behind your back, slyly smiling as he tried to snag it again.

"You wanna show him just how much fun you have fucking me?"

He paused, his jaw slack and his eyes widening for a brief second when it struck him just how serious you were.

"Give it to me," He grumbled, grabbing the phone. But instead of tossing it away or blocking Gojo again, he angled it carefully, reaching over to fix a strand of your hair.

"Whatever you wanna do, you know, just-" You offered, giving him free reign to fuck you and fold you and bend you until he felt better.

Oh, and whenever Gojo got the message.

"I'll take care of you," He huffed.

Sukuna kept his promises.

He flipped the phone around, the option to video call Satoru Gojo already pulled up, one click away. You knew he'd answer.

But you still hesitated, just for a second, before peeling your shirt off first, leaving you in a lacy little bra you'd only kept on for Sukuna to see tonight. Then, shuffling out of your pajama pants to reveal the matching underwear.

"You don't mind?" You asked, giving him an opportunity to back out, but he just scoffed, looking down to hit the button for you. The phone started ringing, and your face flushed, the idea suddenly seeming terrible but your fingers freezing around the phone, unable to move and hit the button.

He answered on the third ring.

"Angel," Satoru chirped, clearly fucking pleased-as-can-be, his smile bright and carefree as his face came into frame, too close to the camera. "I haven't stopped thinking about you, y'know, I was really hoping you'd-"

"Satoru," You hummed his name as sweetly as you could muster, lashes fluttering.

"Y-yeah, baby?"

"Are you with Suguru?" You asked, pitching your voice to sound breathy, tilting your head at the camera and chewing on your lip.

His face flushed. A few wispy strands of white hair were stuck to his forehead, and you recognized the wallpaper of his room behind him.

Fresh out of the shower too.

"Nah, not right now," He finally answered, taking in your appearance. The sleepy, seductive eyes. The sharp edge of your canine biting down on your bottom lip to to remind what it once felt like to kiss it. "Are y-"

"You wanna record this for him?" You casually suggested, slowly pulling down the strap of your bra, making a show of your fingertips grazing against your collarbone. "Or will this be our little secret?"

You knew what he would pick.

But it was cute he tried to act torn.

"Our little secret," He answered, and you were pretty damn sure he was already palming his bulge. A bet you'd be willing to take by the way the lump in his throat bobbed.

And sure, he said that, but there was no fucking way he wasn't screen recording already, thinking it'd be something to save and fuck his fist to again later.

"Oh yeah?" You glanced past the camera up to Sukuna, who was staring down at you like he was imagining all the different positions he was going to put you in after this.

The signature smugness returning as you winked at him.

How would Satoru feel to be the one left out of the secret this time?

You tapped the button to flip the camera around, letting Sukuna take the phone.

"Fuck."

Not great, you guessed.

You got down on your knees, tracing the edges of the towel and tugging it down to reveal Sukuna's cock, a shade of pink just as pretty as his hair, swollen and throbbing in your palm when you delicately wrapped your fingers around it. Slowly stroking upwards, collecting the pre-cum as you stared up at the camera. You sorta wished you could see Satoru's face, but Sukuna's surprisingly fast fingers snapped a screenshot.

To hide your giggle, you leaned in to drag your tongue over the thick vein bulging along the side of his cock, taking your time before wrapping your lips around the very tip of it.

Normally, Sukuna would scoff and scold you, grabbing your hair to guide you or flip you over and give you head instead. But he was indulging your dramatics, even groaning at the ginger way you lapped and licked every inch of him.

"S-sweetheart, you can't be fucking serious," Satoru flipped from needy to nervous, but he didn't hang up.

"Is there a problem?" You innocently asked, pausing from peppering kisses across Sukuna's shaft, before his free fingers found your hair, wrapping it around his knuckles and pushing you forward until your lips were brushing against his leaking tip again, parting them so he could press inside.

Satoru made some strangled sound when you started sucking on the thick cock shoved into your mouth. Watching you choke and gag on it, bumping into the back of your throat while your nails sunk into Sukuna's hips, grabbing onto him for purchase while he fucked your face.

When he didn't reply, you tapped on Sukuna's hip to get him to pull out, his cock still bumping against your lips while you directed your attention up. "You wish it was you?"

"Fuck, yes," Satoru groaned, and you didn't have to see him to know he was getting off on this.

Although, what he really wished for was probably that it was Suguru's cock you were sucking.

"Too fucking bad," Sukuna wryly mocked, using your hair to force himself back in, hips bucking forward to drive his cock deep enough your airway was closing around him.

"Who do you think taught her to do that?" Satoru snapped back, his voice hoarse and raspy, the sound of his fist furiously pumping his cock filling the background.

Sukuna took the bait.

One second his cock was bruising your throat, and the next you were being half-tossed onto your wrinkled blankets, bent over and your panties torn off.

Something wet and heavy hit your bare ass, glancing glossy-eyed over your shoulder as Sukuna's cock rested on your ass while his free hand traced over your spine.

He drew it out, his rough fingertips running over every ridge. You shivered at the touch, wiggling your ass back, but he didn't budge.

"You wanna watch me fuck her till she can't remember your name?" Sukuna casually asked, holding the camera up as his other hand slid back down, delivering a light smack to your ass, just enough to make it jiggle before he pried you apart.

Slotting two fingers in first, stretching you out in one single, rough thrust, down to the knuckle before pulling them back out to put on display.

Giving Gojo a front row seat to how soaked you were, skin damp and slick, spreading your thighs and teasing your entrance with his swollen tip. A mean grip on your hip, holding you in place no matter how much you squirmed around him.

"You asshole-"

"Sorry," Sukuna bluntly cut him off. "This is a private show."

He hung up on him, throwing the phone on the bed, but it barely took him two seconds to sheath himself inside you, the full length of him forcing past the first ring of resistance before you could stutter out his name.

"Shit," You gasped, clawing at the bedsheets as his hips smacked harshly into your skin, driving himself in to the base, having to lift your hips to fully sink himself in.

You tried to breathe, but each time you sucked in air, it seemed like there was nowhere for it to go, too full to do anything but pant when he bottomed out, grinding his tip in to get you to stop moving so much.

"He doesn't get this," Sukuna muttered, pressing your back into a pretty arch for him, your moans muffled into the blanket as he rutted into you. The fingers on your hip were bruising, nails scraping against your skin. He leaned over, most of his weight resting on you so he could angle himself impossibly deeper.

You didn't know what to make of that.

Or him right now.

Usually sex was the sort of drawn-out affair where you'd yank each other's hair or let him tie you up or fuck until you couldn't feel your limbs.

Switching positions just to try them out, to see how many different way he could drive you insane.

But this was undeniably intimate.

The possessive rhythm of him pounding into you, the weight of his chest on your back, the longing kisses he kept pressing into the crook of your collarbone and across your throat, how he would let his cock throb and stall when he was buried so deep the only sound you could make was weak whimpers.

"K-Kuna," You whined, sweat making his skin stick to yours, his teeth sinking into your shoulder blade while he groaned. You gasped at the pain, but then the hand on your hip forced itself around to find your clit, his thumb dancing over it before rolling it between his fingers just to tease you.

"You don't know what you're fucking doing to me," He grimaced, and you wished he'd just tell you instead of taking it out on your sore and swollen bud.

Massaging harsh circles around it while he readjust to slam into his favorite little spot in the back, the one that made you yelp every time he found it, squeezing around him as he rocked his hips against your ass. The pressure and tension pulling tighter with every brutal thrust, each drag of his thumb back over your clit sending stars across your vision.

You were seeing white when you came undone, eyes scrunched shut as you stammered out a second shattered cry of his name, trying to squirm forward to escape the intensity of it, but he dragged you back down to fuck you through your high. Dumb and pliant on his dick, letting him pull you how he wanted for him to shove himself in-and-out again and again.

He barely pulled out in time, fucking his hands until cum splattered across your back, thick drops of it dripping down the curve of your spine.

You opened your mouth, about to suggest him just grabbing the discarded towel to clean you off so you could go for a second round after a water break. But he was already wiping you clean, flipping you over into your back to trace over the scratch marks and broken skin he left on your hips, frowning at the sight.

"We match," You muttered, dazed and dreamy and still trying to catch your breath while you gestured to where you scratched his hips earlier.

Sukuna wasn't so amused.

"He's not going to leave you alone," He finally said.

"Does it matter?" You hummed.

"I hate him," Sukuna grumbled bitterly.

"You hate everyone," You reminded him. Sometimes, you wondered why he even tolerated you.

Or if he was just like them - what you said, what you did, it didn't matter much if you were sleeping in their sheets.

"Not you."

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It was stupid to show up somewhere they used to frequent. To order a drink at a bar you'd gotten wasted at too many times to count, retreating to one of the few places of solitude you'd found.

Every time you'd ever gone with them, you just ended up alone anyway. Drinking in a corner booth by yourself while they talked to other girls and try to make you jealous.

Still, it was better than staying home. You felt like you were suffocating inside the apartment. Sukuna hadn't shown up all week.

He left when things were still weird, looking at you like he saw you in some new light. Part of you wondered if he'd realized he didn't want to deal with your past.

You told yourself it was fine.

That you were okay with that.

But every day that passed with just a few awkward texts exchanged, the harder it was to breathe. Going to bed early just so you wouldn't have to think about him.

Wouldn't have to wish he was there.

And terrifyingly enough, you were just now struggling to face the fact you just wanted him.

Wanted him to come stomping through your door and over your heart, hear his grumble and feel his hands on your side.

You'd been shoving all those feelings down, scared to accept the risk that he might hurt you the same way Satoru and Suguru did.

He was giving you space, you guessed. Waiting for you to call him and tell him to come over. But you couldn't bring yourself to unlock your phone, to tap a few buttons and break the silence first.

You should.

You should suck it up and ask him to show up. See if he wanted to re-enact your first meeting and fuck in the backseat of his car.

Back when you thought you'd never see him again.

The thought of that happening now had started to curdle in your stomach. All sour and screwed up, the same way you used to be.

But you changed.

And he'd never been Satoru or Suguru to start with.

You sucked in a sharp breath, frowning to yourself when you shared your location with him. You couldn't think of a message to send him. But he would know what you wanted.

It was just up to him to take you up on it.

Although, after a handful of minutes passed without a reply, you were starting to get anxious. Readjusting the hem of your tiny dress and fixing the straps while you debated on getting another drink.

Had he seen it?

Was he just done?

So like an idiot, you called him. Just to feel like the biggest fool on the planet when he didn't pick up.

What did you expect?

Him to come running to your rescue? For him to promise to pick you up? Or maybe just a drinking partner since he wasn't your real one?

You couldn't take your eyes off your phone, polishing off the rest of your glass before you even noticed it was near empty.

But it didn't buzz or light up, even as the clock ticked by, getting later and later.

You were about to leave.

Call a cab or order an Uber.

"Hi, pretty." A soft purr. Velvet and honey and so smooth you sorta wanted to slap him for it.

Once again the wrong man.

This time though, you didn't entertain it. Didn't even look at him. Just got out of the booth and slipped past his broad frame, shoving your phone in your purse while you tried to squeeze between the sea of bodies.

You thought you blended in, or at least he'd have half a brain and know you didn't want to speak to him.

But he was right on your heels, following you outside the exit and into the warm air.

"What do you want from me?" You turned, exasperated and exhausted from bearing the brunt of their expectations for so long. Even after you left.

Suguru stared like a cat who caught his prey, looming over you like you were his favorite little mouse to play with. You'd forgotten how it felt - to be shrunk down to size when he was around. The guilt that gnawed at you.

Satoru made it easier.

He was all sweet talk and saccharine smiles and pretty sentences meant to make you melt until you were a puddle in his palm.

With Suguru?

He saw you. Could see through the lies you tried to sell and counter it until he had you cornered. But knowing you didn't mean he cared enough to change for you.

Suguru only wanted to piece you back together into a shape that suited him.

"Just to talk," He answered, and he sounded so sincere, you might've believed him if you were a little stupider.

Then again, you'd been dumb for deceiving yourself into thinking you were worth more than a few fucks and a fun game for them to share and see who could make you crack first.

"I heard that from your friend already," You bitterly muttered.

No matter what he said, or what they did, it was just a simple fucking fact of life. Satoru and Suguru were a pair. Friends, soulmates, whatever label you wanted to tack to it. You would just be a prize for them to share.

There wasn't space for you.

Not in the way you ever wanted.

And that was okay. You were over it. Didn't need any part of them. Didn't want it.

So why the hell did they have to just keep rubbing it in your face? Why couldn't they just go have sex with some girl that looked like you? That was all you'd ever been good for to them anyway.

"My friend?" Suguru echoed, a brow carefully arched up. "You know he misses you. I miss you."

"I don't care," You hissed, shaking your head. They needed to get that through their thick skulls.

"You don't mean that," He protested, not pushy, but subtly trying to convince correct you.

"I really do," You scoffed, stepping away and glancing around the street at all the people passing by, a few staring at the handsome man you were trying to get away from.

"I saw the video," He spoke up, and you threw a glare over your shoulder at him.

"Yeah? You enjoy the show?" You sarcastically asked.

He rolled his eyes, and you couldn't help but huff at him.

"I got the point." You sincerely doubted that when he was staring at you like he wanted to take you home and spank you. Like you were a pet he spoiled too much and had to reprimand. "Now come back home."

No waterworks. No begging. No getting on his knees and asking for forgiveness. Not even a fucking apology.

"You don't even care why I left," You spoke carefully, barely able to keep your voice even. It had never been your home. Only ever theirs.

"Of course I care," He murmured, again trying to bridge the distance, reaching out to grab your hand before you smacked it down.

"Don't fucking touch me."

"I'm sorry," Suguru apologized, but you could see the surprise registering in his eyes. It was faint, but uneasiness started to creep into his features, swallowing hard. "I know you're hurt and angry, but we never meant to-"

"I'm not," You interrupted, eyes hardening. "I don't feel anything for either of you anymore."

"Don't say that," Suguru said, and you just shook your head. "This is fixable. We-"

"There isn't a we. And I'm not something you can fix," You mumbled, biting down on the inside of your cheek. "I'm just done, okay?"

"Could I just take you out to dinner?" He hadn't changed. Maybe he'd try to coax you into thinking otherwise - but he still couldn't listen. "One chance?"

"You had a million," You sharply declined. Him and Satoru both. They wouldn't get another one.

His stare hardened, and he tried to step closer, but before he could, someone was moving in-between you, blocking your view.

You heard it though.

The sound of skin hitting skin. The distinct thud of a fist connecting with a face.

It took you a few seconds to process the picture being painted in front of you. The splashes of pink and red. The hint of black. The tan skin.

Then Sukuna brought his fist back and slammed it into Suguru's jaw.

You grabbed at his shirt, trying to pull him back, your lips parted in a protest that just wouldn't come out. Sukuna was seething though, probably seeing the same red that was splattering the concrete.

"You heard her," Sukuna snarled as Suguru spit out a thick glob of blood by his shoes.

"Kuna," You started, but you weren't even sure he heard you.

The door to the bar swung open, and a familiar head of white hair popped out, but Satoru froze before he stepped out, the heavy wood hitting him.

"You must be fucking brainless if you seriously thought she'd ever take your ass back," Sukuna scoffed, shoving Suguru back before turning to you. He grabbed your hand, knuckles still split and bleeding, but you didn't want to let go.

"Yeah?" Suguru dryly asked, wiping the blood away from his mouth, but it was already dripping all over his shirt. Satoru started to walk over, his brows furrowed and frowning at the scene, but you were already tugging Sukuna back.

You were sick of this.

Maybe years from now, when all of this had faded and none of it was fresh, you could stomach their presence. Could look back and find nostalgia in the good moments instead of drowning in the bad.

But not right now.

"Can we go home?" You got up on the top of your toes to whisper in Sukuna's ear, squeezing his hand soft enough you wouldn't hurt his bruised fist.

He nodded, but Satoru was trying to catch up.

"Hey, hey," He called out, once again desperate for attention you didn't want to give him.

"I swear-"

"Just let me," You murmured to Sukuna before he could potentially face a second set of assault charges.

Satoru sighed in relief when you glanced back at him.

"Thank you," He half-groaned, already holding his hand out like he really thought you'd let go of Sukuna's to take his instead. "I know you-"

You weren't really listening.

Studying his face, the softness of it, the pretty eyes you used to adore, the shape his lips made when he said sorry.

What happened to the man you met all those years ago?

The one who laughed and teased you? A sneaky hand under the table and a sloppy kiss to the cheek? Who looked at you like you were the sun instead of some burnt-out star?

Or had this always been him? Selfish and inconsiderate and shallow?

You supposed none of it really mattered.

"I'm not interested," You bluntly said, and Sukuna's palm tightened around yours, fingers pressing into your knuckles.

"What?" Gojo blinked, not comprehending even when you so clearly spelled it out for him.

"Whatever happened, happened, okay? It's over. I don't want to keep doing this," You replied, not caring how short and sharp it sounded.

And part of you felt a little bad, watching his face fall as it finally started to set in that nothing he said or did would change the words coming out of your mouth.

"I don't hate you, but I don't want to see you or talk to you or pretend to be friends when we never were to begin with," You rushed through your words, wincing at the word friends as Sukuna's arm brushed against you, an accidental anchor.

He was here for you.

Not to make you feel like shit or guilt trip you for standing up for yourself.

But you called and he came.

"You're my girl, you've always-" Gojo protested.

"That's bullshit and we both know it," You spoke softly, biting your lip hard enough to split it open, the metallic taste of blood on your tongue.

Suguru was just staring behind him, holding his sore jaw and watching you with those unreadable eyes.

"I meant it before, I hope you're okay," You forced yourself to finish. "Take care of yourself."

"I'm sorry," Gojo was half-begging, panic flaring up in his face at every step back you took.

"Yeah," You shrugged your shoulders slightly, the thin strap to your dress threatening to fall down as you swallowed hard. It felt like the last time. A proper farewell. "Bye, Gojo."

He opened his mouth to speak just to shut it, pausing just for his lips to fly open again for one final bargain. "Can't we just try again? Please?"

He sounded broken. Voice cracking and breathing stuttering.

But you repaired yourself before.

They would just have to do the same.

"Maybe in another life," You half-heartedly said, and then you turned away.

Let Sukuna lead you back to his car. Open the door and buckle you up. Turn the key in the ignition and pull out into the road.

One glance back in the rearview as you left them behind.

"My place or yours?" Sukuna grunted once you hit the first stop light, his intense stare carefully assessing you in the faint red glow. His hair looked darker, his face suddenly seemed so much more mature, knuckles strained and bone-white under the bruises and blood.

"Mine," You quietly answered.

He curtly nodded, reluctantly turning his attention back to the road as the light turned green again.

"I'm not letting it happen," He abruptly interrupted the quiet a minute or two later, and you almost laughed at your firmness of it, the way his face scrunched up and he didn't even know it.

"What?" You asked, lips struggling not to turn up in a smile despite the night you had. The past week of wishing you were with him.

"You being with them," He muttered, like he was a little embarrassed to say it. "Even in another life."

"Yeah?" You giggled. "You're gonna save me?"

"You make it sound so sappy," He grunted, as if he hadn't started it.

"Uh-huh," You covered your mouth to hide your smile.

"Shut up," He grumbled, and maybe it was the stoplight, but his cheeks looked almost pink.

"Let me clean your knuckles when we get home," You softly requested.

"Fine."

But once you got in, he ended up placing you on the cold marble of the counter, hoisting you up by your waist and digging out the first aid kit from underneath the sink.

He didn't wince or cringe while you wiped the blood away, letting your fingers tenderly examine the scrapes, but he held his breath when you gently brought his hand up to your lips to kiss those sturdy fingers.

"Isn't it s'pposed to be the other way around?" He asked, but he didn't pull his hand away either.

"What? Like you're a knight?" You laughed, trying to picture him in the whole getup - the shiny armor and heavy helmet.

"It fits."

You couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

"What does that make me?" You tilted your head to the side. "Your princess?"

"If you want to be," He shrugged.

"And if I do?" It slipped out before you could stop it.

And strangely, you found you didn't want to take it back.

Sukuna's lips smashed into yours. Hard and hungry and filled with something you'd both been desperately denying until now.

Moaning into his mouth as his cold, calloused hands slid under your short dress, one reaching around to hold your back and pull you close while the other tugged your breast free from your bra, rolling your nipple between his fingers. Dragging the pad of his thumb over the bud and toying with it until it hardened, his tongue slipping past your lips to trace your teeth.

"My dress," You complained between kisses, trying not to smile and giggle when he huffed and struggled not to tear it when he pulled it off of you, briefly breaking the kiss to lift it over your head.

"There," He murmured, immediately shutting you up with another kiss.

He wasn't rushing though, no, he seemed to try and make each second last. It wasn't a heat of the moment make out or hookup. You weren't just meeting each other's needs. It meant more.

The start of something serious.

Where you would be his and he would be yours and it really was just that simple.

"Hey," You breathed, planting a soft peck on the edge of his lips and cupping his cheeks to stop him from suffocating you with another starving kiss.

His nose brushed against yours, his dark eyes locking onto you. And for the first time in forever, you wanted the intimacy. Wanted to share and soak in the feeling of falling in love.

"Hey," He murmured back, rough and low, sucking in an uneven breath. His hands were harsh, heavy in each touch, but he tried to be soft. Tried to be tender.

You were worth the effort to him.

The risk of putting your faith, your future, into him didn't seem like anything to fear anymore.

"You still want that key?"

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Suguru stuck to his habits.

Tea instead of coffee. Keeping to a schedule - even when Satoru tried to bend it. Refusing to break even when he, they were fractured.

Filling in the empty spaces with meaningless drivel, anything to occupy his heart and mind enough to not thing about what or who was missing.

And it worked. Most of the time.

But some days?

He still thought about you.

In the park. Watching tv. Washing dishes. Wondering what could've been - and what should've been.

Hearing footsteps in another room and picturing you padding around barefoot, or Satoru chasing you down the hall, protectively wrapping an arm around you when you tried to hide behind him.

He saw you in the shirts you used to steal from him. Felt you in the empty bed. Heard you in your old favorite songs.

Years had passed and yet, you still haunted him. Hung over his head ready to rain whenever he forgot his umbrella.

Suguru supposed he was just a man made up by old mistakes. If moving on meant he'd never get those glimpses of your ghost, he didn't care for it.

He readjusted the shopping basket over his arm. Fingers tracing over a bag of your favorite chips, junk he used to tease you for liking, but he was tempted to buy them anyway, just for old times sake - give it a try himself.

Someone else grabbed it first.

"Oh, sorry." His stomach dropped. "Didn't see you - oh."

Yeah, oh.

He had to force himself to turn.

Body switching into manual, his head slowly swiveling as he swallowed hard. Shifting focus to face the phantom from his thoughts.

"Hi, Geto," You acknowledged him with a pretty smile, one that was genuine, painfully real, like he was an old friend.

He expected sharp words, a pointed glare, to repeat the same conversation he'd come to regret. But you looked at him so softly.

"Hey," He breathlessly replied, unable to drag his dark eyes away from your face. How could he when he had no idea if he'd ever see it again? "Been a long time."

"It has," You laughed a little, and there were only a few signs of the years that passed in your face. A few extra lines, all the smiles and frowns and laughter he missed out on now faintly etched into your skin. Your hair was styled differently, and he suspected the lip gloss you were wearing no longer tasted like candy.

"How have you been?" Suguru heard his own voice asking, sounding far more collected than he felt. His throat was closing up, his chest too tight, heart and lungs straining to hold the rest of him together while he subtly picked at his cuticles.

"I'm great, how are you and uh-" You paused, like you were trying to decide if Satoru was still around or if it'd be rude to ask without knowing. You changed your mind, restarting the question entirely. "Anything new with you?"

Satoru was actually with him. Off raiding the candy aisle, probably. All it'd take was a text or a shout, and he'd show up.

But Suguru had never been good at sharing you.

"Nah, not too much," He started to answer, but then his gaze shifted down and he froze.

You were pregnant.

A soft hand resting on the swell of your stomach, probably what? Six months along? Seven? A cute little sundress clinging to your body, the bag of chips in your other hand and a gleam of gold and diamond glittering on the fourth finger.

You belonged to someone else.

"Never thought I'd see Suguru Geto speechless," You teased, seemingly unbothered by his stunned expression. He hated the way you said his name now.

Like he really was just a stranger.

"Baby, huh?" He slowly said, struggling to find the words that wouldn't make him sound like a jealous asshole when he was so desperately trying to be happy for you.

"He's due in a couple months," You smiled again, and Suguru's composure threatened to crack. You were having a boy, one that would have some stranger's eyes or nose, that wouldn't have his last name or even Satoru's.

He watched the way your hand settled on your baby bump, the affection in the simple gesture. His stare returned to the engagement ring on your finger, the wedding band below it.

And of all the times he imagined you'd get married, he always pictured himself playing the groom, or at the very least, the best man you'd be sleeping with after the ceremony. He never considered he wouldn't even get an invite.

"How long have you been married?" He asked, nodding towards the rings.

Your cute cheeks flushed pink, tilting your head to the side to do the math. "Almost five years now."

Half a decade.

It was longer than you ever lived with them.

"Your husband's a lucky man," Suguru managed to say, soft and low. He meant it. He'd probably trade anything to be in his shoes.

"That's what I tell him," You casually giggled, so carefree compared to the last time he'd seen you. Softer now. Happier.

There was the squeak of a shopping cart, a toddler laughing just a little too loud, and you were both glancing back to look.

Suguru recognized him immediately.

Sure, he had a few more tattoos, his hair grown out a little longer, but what grabbed his attention was what he already knew he'd find - a matching wedding band. The jealousy simmering in his blood had barely started to boil before he noticed the little girl swinging her legs in the cart. One with your hair and his eyes.

"Dah-dee," She whined, glaring at him. "Wan' candy."

"Yeah? You want cavities too?" Sukuna half-scolded, a relaxed quality to him Suguru had never seen before. Content somehow.

"I brush my teeth," She pouted, although it sounded more like teef. Sukuna was about to roll his eyes, looking up just to spot Suguru standing with his pretty, pregnant wife.

His scowl was immediate, his jaw clenching before you were already walking towards him, dropping the bag of chips in the cart and getting up on your toes to kiss his cheek.

"Look who I bumped into," You smiled, as if the last time the three of you had been in the same room, Sukuna hadn't given him a black eye.

Sukuna didn't say anything, just giving him a cold once-over before his stare returned to you. The warmth returned to his face almost immediately, the hard edges softening, his muscles relaxing, like he couldn't control the effect you had on him.

"Who're you?" The toddler in the shopping cart turned to him, a scowl she probably learned from her father plastered on her face.

"He was my friend before I met daddy," You hummed softly, poking her cheek and fixing a lopsided hair clip while your daughter continued to huff and stare at Suguru displeased.

Friend.

He guessed he had never asked for more.

Watching you wrap your arms around another man, his hand on your stomach and your kid begging for snacks in the shopping cart. A heavy ring on your finger and a baby in your belly.

And after this, you'd offer him a little wave and walk out of the aisle and away from him for good, oblivious to the part of him still pining for you, for the family you could've built together. That wished he was the one who'd be kissing your forehead and glaring at any asshole that approached you.

Maybe in another life.

Wasn't that what you said?

a/n: ten bucks says him or Satoru crash out and get another girl pregnant after this and sixteen years later reader and sukuna's son brings home a daughter that looks a little too much like someone they used to know lol - for my girls that love pain and suffering I would be willing to do an alternate ending (I was thinking like a time-travel fix-it but yknow just if y'all are interest lemme know)

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koreluvsspring · 1 month ago

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izu w a cock too big for his own good.

You're his first girlfriend...EVER. which is surprising to you, he's attractive big n strong and so so so kind. He's the kind of guy girls dream about, a literal knight in shining armor. It made you feel sick that you couldn't help the lewd thoughts of what was inside the knights pants.

You would bring him food whenever you could and would see his thick bulge against his pants, that silly smile of his and those chubby freckled cheeks. He was so adorable and such a loser. God he truly deserves a cock that big.

You had him laid down on his back thighs wide open with you sitting in between them gently rubbing his cock covered by his boxers. He whimpered lowly staring up at you with those wide eyes of him, his face flushed with red while his pupils were blown wide. Izuku had never done anything quite like this before.....not with someone else at least.

He was a gooner 100% so he's definitely teased his cock through his boxers before you believe that for sure. You admired his face for a little before focusing on his big and thick cock sitting flat against his pelvis jolting up at the drag of your finger. You hum and gently rub your finger up his tip repeatedly earning a sigh from him, his eyes fluttering while his brows furrowed sticky precum oozing through his boxers, darkening the spot where his tip laid.

His thighs were having trouble staying open, the feeling of being pleasured but just barely by you was fogging up his brain it was turning him on a lot more than you thought. He could cum untouched if that's what you wanted, as many times as you wanted. You put your hand on his inner thigh caressing his freckled and tanned skin with your thumb and a smile painting your face.

You wrap your entire hand around his cock giving it a squeeze trying to get a feel out of his cock. The girth was amazing you could hardly wrap your entire hand around it. That says a lot. Once more he whined laying his head back and using the back of his hand to hide the wobbly smile forming in his flushed face. You didn't even move your hand, just holding his cock as it began jumping in your palm. You could feel it moving up and down begging to be used.

“ y..yeah.....c'mon touch it.. mmph.. fuck.”

You heard him mumble a whimper filled sentence under his breath, heavy breaths leaving him as he laid back letting you whatever you wanted to him.

“ m’gonna pull these down a bit m’kay izu?”

He nodded quickly as you removed your hand from his cock and hooked your fingers through the waist and of his boxers, pulling it back and letting it snap against his skin. He winced and jolted up at the pain whimpering with a shiver as he looked up to you with pleading eyes. He didn't say anything, letting his eyes tell you exactly what you knew he wanted. How sweet.

You run your hand down his lower abdomen before finally fishing your hand into his boxers and pulling it out gently having it lie against his pelvis once more. A shaky sigh left his lips at the gush of cold air hitting his precum slicked tip. You admired his estate for a while watching how enamouring he was, how luminescent he looked.

His cock head was large and a rosy red still leaking precum, there were a couple of veins painting the sides of his thick pulsating cock, large and full balls tightening below. He looked absolutely appetizing. It truly is a surprise to see a sweet and gentle guy have such a big and bold cock. So thick it can't even stand up on its own.

“ dont...look at it like that..”

He whispered to you, a whine ending his sentence. His eyes were hardly open he was so embarrassed, his cock was out having the cold air brush against it causing his cock to jump at the breeze. He whined lowly thighs flexing on each side of you waiting for you to do something.

You rub his thighs to try and get him to calm down, his breathing was heavy and almost as if he was out of breath. To your surprise his hips lift into the air slightly and he shivers at your touch, a low moan leaving his lips. He was so desperate to be touched it was saddening honestly, but far too cute to not enjoy.

You decided to give in and touch him, wrapping your hand around his cock once more jerking him off. Hand moving up and down in an agonizingly slow pace. Not even five minutes of you touching him gently, palm grazing over his sensitive vock head occasionally, he'd cum.

Low whines leaving his slackened jaw as his cock began leaking out his whine cum, pooling all over his lower abdomen and spilling onto the bed, you had moved your hand the second you seen his cum slowly spill down his reddened cock head.

You stared at him, disbelief behind your eyes but you hadn't wanted him to see that as he might feel bad given how quickly he'd cum. After he calmed down from he previous high his shaky eyes fluttered open and focused back on you and your figure, your eyes met with his and he instantly felt a rush of embarrassment.

Curling into a ball and huffing out a line of apologies.

“ I'm so sorry!! I just...you , you felt so good-! I didn't know I could...... just..— I'm sorry !”

You sigh and laugh above your adorable little big lover below you, hiding his face and whining in embarrassment wallowing in his own filth. You rub his back kissing the top of his head and decided you wouldn't tease him.

Although the fact his cock is so big and so thick and HE was so big and strong yet he couldn't even handle having his cock stroked by his girlfriend. Albeit this was his first time with something like this so you supposed you could give him the benefit of the doubt.

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koreluvsspring · 1 month ago

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had a thought about gojo or geto catching reader watching porn and teasing her/doing the things in the video while they watch it together🤭 then they would actually get so horny they start getting rougher than the video lol :p

thank you for the ask ml

satosugu x fem reader<3

contains: college au, roomates!satosugu, watching porn, threesome, so much dirty talk, praise, degradation, oral (r!receiving), teasing, slightly rough, hand jobs (geto & gojo jerk each other off), making out, satosugu are gay for each other lowk, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, double penetration, anal, spitting, slapping, squirting, manhandling :3

note: this ran longer than expected.. might do a pt.2 if the demand is there :p

MDNI

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“Ah! ah! ah! mmph!” The blonde girls moans echo in your headphones while you lay on your tummy on your bed, legs crossed behind you while you stare at the laptop, watching the ditsy girl get double penetrated into the sheets by 2 men twice her size.

One of your friends was raving about this video, frantically sending you the link and telling you it was the hottest she’s ever seen; so of course you had to check it out.

“Fuck- give it to me daddy yesyesyes-“ she whined when their huge cocks fucked straight into her sweet spot, making her squirt onto the other man’s abdomen while they coo and praise her.

The hype your friend put on this video was well deserved, as you had started to subtly rub your thighs together a while ago, feeling yourself get wetter as the video progressed.

knock knock

You jolt on the bed at the sudden noise, opting to turn the video down to hear what whoever is at the door had to say, rather than pausing it.

The vulgar moans and slapping sounds quieted in your ears as your door cracked open and revealed a head pop through the door, decorated with pretty white hair.

“Heyyyy” the man dragged, “Do you need something? Super busy right now Satoru.” you dismissed, popping open a new tab and typing randomly on the keyboard to keep up your facad.

“You call playing smash or pass with your friends on facetime busy?” Gojo teased, crossing his arms and leaning his frame against the door, smirking at you.

“For your information, i’m studying for a final on friday.. asshole.. but if i was playing smash or pass I would still be too busy to talk to you.” you retorted, rolling your eyes, still not looking up from your laptop as you continued typing useless sentences into the search bar repeatedly.

“Suguru not home? You bored?” You quizzed. Gojo had an awful habit of bothering you anytime your other roommate Geto was out of the house—which was quite frequently, to your demise, as that meant you were stuck with Gojo tearing up all your shit and intruding in your (our as he called it) personal space.

"Yeahhh, but I jus sent him a text, hes on his way home." Gojo said, dropping his hands to his sides and strolling over to your bed, leaving the door open behind him. You slid the laptop twords your body, pushing your torso up off the mattress and dragging yourself to sit against the headboard of your bed as he got closer.

"Why you runnin away? Got somethin' embarrassing on there?" The white haired man giggled, reaching your bed and sprawling himself tummy first against your sheets, resting his head on your calf while he stroked your legs with his large hands.

It was not unusual in the slightest for gojo to be touchy with you, but with your current state of arousal you really didnt want him caressing up and down your legs right now.

"Shiiiiit ahh!" the girls high pitch voice whined in your ear when she came again, "Yesss, good fucking girl, being so good for us fuuuuck." The larger of the two men cooed to her. You couldnt see what was going on since you had opened a new tab, but you could hear everything loud and clear.

"It's just a personal essay, don't need you snooping." You responded, trying not to rub your thighs together as your arousal spiked from the lewd noises going on in the background.

"Mhmmm" Gojo responded, nuzzling his soft hair into your thigh as he continued rubbing patterns into your skin and drawing his name over and over again on your calf lightly. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Harder!" The noises continued, as did your fake typing, as silence fell between the two of you.

"Sooo." Gojo started after about a minute or two of silence, He used his pointer finger to push your laptop screen down, so his cerulean eyes could make contact with your own, "How long is it gonna take you to realize that your headphones arent plugged into your laptop?" He smirked, tilting his head into your calf and running his hand further up your thigh.

"Wha-" Looking down into the port where your cheap shitty headphones were supposed to be snuggly pressed into the headphone jack, and instead seeing the cable dangling off the side of the laptop.

"Oh for fuck sake," You slammed the laptop shut, feeling your face start to heat up, Gojo was laughing a little too obviously now, resulting in you smacking him against the head while you curled your legs in towards yourself.

"Why did you wait so long to tell me!?" You exclaimed, trying to hide your embarrassment. "Heh, I thought it was cute I guess, your pretty quick with the lies tho, makes me wonder what else you've lied to me about." Gojo ponders, making you scoff and drop your head into your hands.

"Awww don't be embarrassed, everyone watches porn." He giggles, sitting up and staring down at your embarrassed form, curled in on itself.

"Youre so twisted satoru." Your muffled voice resonated into his ears. You hear him laugh again before you feel the sheets dip next to you. Lifting your head you see Gojo has made himself comfortable next to you, wrapping a big arm around your shoulders as he rubs your arm comfortingly—an attempt at that at least.

"If you were in my shoes you would get it," He giggled before his pitch changed drastically to a more chipper one, "Now!" he starts "Lets take a look at what my cute little roomie was gettin' off tooo~" He drags, long fingers reaching for the device to crack it open and leave you exposed and embarrassed once more.

"Wait no-" You attempt to reach out and stop him but his grip on your forearm stops you in your tracks, he gripped your arm tightly as he continued his pursuit, "Toru, seriously-" You're cut off again by him shushing you as he successfully opens up your laptop. "Its okay~ Me and Suguru watch porn together all the time.~" He reasons.

"Ohhhh~" He huffs out a laugh when the sound of the video played once more, he tapped over to the correct tab as the video popped into veiw, full screen. It showed the pretty blonde girl folded in a full nelson, one man behind her holding her up, fucking her asshole and marking up her neck with his lips while the other man stood in front of her, sloppily kissing her and moaning into her mouth while he fucked her pussy.

Your face heated up when the audio reached your ears, cunt throbbing immediately at the show in front of you. “You into this shit?" He laughs, shaking your shoulder and turning his head to face you.

Dont make eye contact dont make eye contact dont-

His eyes felt like they were penetrating through your body. You internally sighed when he averted his gaze back to the screen, not feeling much relief before he spoke again, "You ever done this?" He asked, whistling at the screen when the girl squirted all over the man in front of her.

"What? n-no, my friend just recommended this video." You responded, averting your eyes from the screen when the man started dirty talking the girl, making your cunt throb as you subltly pressed your thighs together.

What the hell were you doing? Watching porn with Satoru? Your roommate of 3 years, best friend of 8, this was definitely wrong, so why were you even more aroused with his presence now?

"You wanna?" He asked, catching you off gaurd, and making you snap your neck up to look up at him, relizing that he was still looking at you. "Huh?" You asked, confused if he was asking what you thought he was asking.

"You wanna get fucked like that?" He repeated, making your mouth run dry. This was definitely not a conversation you should be having with him. You were by no means a shy person, but he was making you feel so small right now, and you wish you were, maybe then you could hide from this conversation.

"I uh- I dont kno-" your voice was interupted by his deeper one, "I think you do know." He spoke, smiling downa at you, making your eyes dart around the room, looking for any form of life to rescue you right now.

"Ughhhh! Why are we talking about this, I really dont know I-" you were cut off again, accompanied by his thumb rubbing circles onto your shoulder, "You a virgin?" He asked, once again making your jaw drop, his question completely catching you off gaurd.

"N-no Im not a virgin Satoru." You answered, looking back at his intimidating eyes, "Then why are you acting like such a prude, huh?" He teased, his annoying smirk creeping onto his face.

He did not just call me a prude.

"Just because I'm not confessing my sexual fantasies to you doesn't mean I'm a prude I just- I- Ugh." You give up, biting your lip and untensing your shoulders. Silence fell over the two of you for a beat, save for the loud moaning and squelching in the background. Just how long was this video?

"I could see it." He said, tilting his head, staring at you like he was analyzing you. "See what?" You asked, scrunching your eyebrows together, the way he was talking was giving you whiplash.

"You getting fucked like that." He deadpanned. "I bet such an uptight little thing like you would absolutely loooove to get ur shit rocked like that~" He giggled. You couldn't even defend yourself, in shock while his big stupid mouth kept moving, "Squirting all over two big strong guys while they fucked you like you deserve."

Gojo's words were shameless. The air surrounding the both of you was so thick as he kept speaking, eyes locked with yours the whole time, "Bet you'd love getting called a good little girl while two cocks drilled in and out of you." You swallowed roughly, breath coming quicker as it felt like his words were stealing the air from your lungs.

"Getting your clit sucked while the other guy fucked your tiny pussy." He continued, painting the picture vividly for you. "But thats not really ur thing right?" Gojo's eyebrows raised, smiling at you teasingly while you pouted, veins coursing with your arousal.

The deep voices of the men and the squealing of the blonde pornstar resonated in the backrough while a silence fell over the two of you, the both of you challenging staring into each others eyes, eyes occasionally falling to the others lips. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to slice through with a knife.

"Tell me you don't want it." He said suddenly, having had enough of the tension. Gojo bit his lip and tilted his head. There was a pause, he gripped the laptop in his hand, raising it off your lap and blindly placing it on the table behind him, still keeping eye contact with you as you both moved hesitantly, inching closer to each other. "I cant." You heard your own voice in your ears before you felt his lips crash against yours.

"Fuckin' knew it" He kissed you intensely, wasting no time in sliding his body on top of yours and pressing his knee between your legs, right against your cunt, " Dirty girl" He mumbled, smiling against your lips before he licked against them, silently asking for permission.

You open your mouth to let him in, feeling him lick into your mouth, both of you groaned as the kiss got heavier, he started pressing his knee against you rhythmically, "Take what yours," He pulled back and whispered against your lips, one of his large hand coming down to your waist as he helped you hump your clothed cunt along his knee.

Your hands ran all over the body of the other. Yours gripping onto his hair and down the nape of his neck, pushing him against you harder to deepen the kiss. His hands gripping your waist, using his big thumb to draw shapes into your skin as he slipped his warm hand under your shirt.

The video was still playing in the background of you and gojo's heated makeout session. The both of you were panting into the other's mouth, arousal increased by the sounds of the intimate act bouncing off the walls.

"You couldn't wait fifteen minutes for me asshole?" A deeper voice spoke into the room, making your push gojo off you slightly, breaking the kiss. "Not my fault you took so long to get here." Gojo responded, continuing his ministrations on your body by dropping his lips to your neck and sucking.

"W-what are you guys t-talking about" You suttered out, slightly realxing back into the bed at the realization that it was just your other roomate, Geto, who entered.

"Mmm." Satoru hummed against your skin before answering between kisses. "Heard your porn." kiss, "Told sugu" kiss, "Master plan was formed" kiss.

"Y-you guys planned this?" You asked, more desperation than you would've liked seeping into your voice. "Course," Gojo responded like it was obvious, gripping your jaw and tipping your neck up for better access. "We've been wanting to fuck you for so long." Geto smiled down at the two of you.

"Even" kiss "Jerked each other off while talkin' about all the things we wanted to do to you~" Gojo casually dropped, returning back to his place on your neck. Your reaction made Geto laugh in the doorway, finally starting to make his way to the bed, shaking his head at Gojo's revealing secret.

You barely had time to process all of the new information before you felt the bed dip under Geto's body weight, feeling his big hand reach between the two of you and caress your tummy under your shirt, "So fucking soft," He mumbled to himself, making you whine at the attention.

"You okay with this baby?" Geto checked, making Gojo pull back from your neck and stare at your face, waiting for your response. You thought your answer was pretty clear, but it made you happy that he asked you verbally.

"Uh y-yeah Im oka- mmph!" Before you could finish your response, Geto's lips were on your own, kissing you softer than satoru. His lips were rough but the kiss was more passionate and less messy, both ways the men kissed reflected their personalities perfectly.

"Fuck" Gojo smiled, biting his lip while he hovered above your body, feeling your legs squeeze around his knee while he watched his two roommates makeout under him, "So fucking hot." Gojo's large hand slid down to grope himself over his pants before he slid to your left a bit, allowing geto more room to get on top of you as well.

Geto maneuvered his body slightly over yours as well, one arm holding him over you while his other held your jaw in his hand tightly. While Suguru kept you busy up top, Gojo started peppering kisses down your body, sliding your shirt up to rest under your breasts, leaving little kisses in his wake.

When the initial shock of finally getting to kiss you after so long started to fuzz out of geto's head, he was finally able to register the speaker of your laptop blasting the porn video you were watching at near full volume now. He must've been insanely enamored with you to not acknowledge her loud protests of "'S too much!" Followed by her incoherent sobs.

He pulled back from kissing you, a smirk on his face while he reached over to the desk and turned the laptop towards the three of you, staring at the screen, "Wow, this is some kinky shit." He laughed, absentmindely dropping his hand to your next and resting it there.

He watched the girl get fucked for a coupled seconds; the fat tears streaming down her face and the cum flooding out from her overstimulated pussy; while gojo kept running his hands over your body, sucking and biting the skin of your tummy and hips, making you whine.

"Think we can make her sound like that?" Suguru asked Satoru. The white haired man hummed into your skin, before opening his eyes and pulling back, "maybe if you actually gave her some attention instead of watching some other girl get fucked yeah~" He teased.

Geto lightly smacked his hand against the albino's shoulder, "You already got to watch this with her before I got here, don't act better than me Satoru," Contrary to his words, Geto looked away from the video, bringing his attention back to you.

Suguru grabbed your knee closest to him and spread it off of gojos thigh, making room for his knee to join gojos between your legs. The two men silently worshiped your body, leaving hickeys and bite marks wherever their lips traveled, nails decorating your skin with dark red marks from how they gripped you.

“My turn pretty, give me some love yeah?” Gojo spoke, a teasing tone in his voice as he rose from your body to your face once more, sloppily slotting your lips together as he hummed his approval into your mouth.

Geto glanced over to the laptop and saw they people were not positioned with the girl in the middle, one man between her legs eating her cunt, and the other sitting behind her, and talking her through it. Geto could think of no better idea then the one in front of him, burning itself into his corneas.

“Satoru,” The dark haired man spoke, resulting in Gojo humming an affirmation that he heard him, against your lips. “Get behind her.” He instructed.

“Ohhh~ movin a little quick, don’t mind if I do~” Gojo smirked, biting his lip as he went to maneuver your body into the doggy style position, misunderstanding getos words.

You let yourself be manipulated by gojo, trusting their judgement, but your movements were stopped when Geto spoke shaking his head, “No- Idiot, like that.” Geto sighed, tilting his head twords the laptop at the porno playing for the reference.

Gojo tsked, “Why cant I be the one eating her cunt?” He complained, nevertheless complying as he situated himself behind you, scooping you up from your underarms and sliding you against his back.

You sat there pretty, bubbles practically floating out of your head as you laid against his hard chest completely out of it. Your mind was in absolute bliss having so much attention on you from these handsome men, not even registering their argument while you watched Geto situate your legs over his shoulders, laying down on his stomach.

“You got to her first, don’t be greedy, you’ll taste her soon enough.” Geto responded.

He slotted his mouth against your clothed cunt, pressing his tongue against your thin shorts, he swore he could taste you from how soaked you were through your panties.

“How are you doin cutie? This alright for you?” Gojo asks against your ear, nibbling on your earlobe while he waited for your response.

Your stomach jolted and jerked feeling Geto’s nose press against your clit through your pants, “Good, feels ‘s good” you rush out, breath starting to pick up when Geto mach eats you out through your shorts.

The dark haired man started shaking his head back and forth, going between looking up at you and squeezing his eyes shut, pressing his tongue harshly against where your little hole should be behind the cloth that obstructs him.

Gojos warm hands come up to massage your tits, the both of you watching intently at the show geto is putting on.

“Fuck, just eat her out man, cmon~” Gojo whined, arguably feeling more impatient than you to see your pussy get licked.

You nodded along with the white haired man, rolling your hips up into getos handsome face before he pulled back, raising his large body so he was sitting against his heels, before looking between the two of you.

“Why are you so impatient Satoru? It’s not your pussy i’m eating” He lets out a short laugh, dropping his gaze to the wet patch he left on your cunt before he reached his hand out to rub you over your clothed mound, biting his lip.

Geto was truly trying to take his time with you but the now faint taste he had of you on his tongue, the sight of your smaller figure engulfed by gojos larger one, the smell of you still lingering in his nose from being so close to your cunt, it was almost too much. He swore if he didn’t make this quick; making you cum; he might lose his mind.

Geto’s cock was so hard in his pants, threatening to rip a hole through his boxers any time he glanced in your direction, and he was betting everything that Satoru was feeling the same.

Gojo felt his cock twitch in his pants watching Geto rub circles over your clit through your pants, and he knew you could feel his need throbbing against your lower back. “Can you fucking blame me? Every time you touch her she has the cutest reaction, makes me so fucking hardd.” Gojo drawled, his mouth watering when Geto’s ring and index finger pressed against your clothed hole.

“P-please” you gasped, no longer being able to take the teasing. “Please?” Geto repeated, needing you to be more specific. “Please touch me.. directly.” you whimpered out, eyes rolling back when Geto pressed a little too hard, sending a strong jolt of stimulation down your spine.

How you managed to work them up to this extent with just your whines and meek words was astonishing to the both of them. “Good girl, tellin me just what she needs.” he smiles down at you. Reaching his free hand down and sliding them up to your hips, teasing his fingertips under the hem of your pants before slowly sliding them down.

“Cmere” Gojo whispered, he abandoned one of his hands massaging your tits to grip your neck, tilting your head to the side to kiss him more easily and allowing the man to slip his tongue into your mouth.

“Oh fuck.” Geto breathed, jaw dropping at the sight of your cunt and just how wet you were when he started to slide of your panties. Mouth filling with saliva when he watched strings of your arousal connect from your pussy lips to your drenched panties. “So fucking wet holy shit.”

Gojo moaned into your mouth, squeezing your next before pulling back from the kiss, “Lemme get a look,” he spoke breathlessly. Gojo sucked in a breath through his teeth when geto collected some of the wetness from your cunt on his fingers and held it up for gojo to see.

Gojo couldn’t help himself, he abandoned his hold on your next and opted to gray getos wrist, bringing it to his lips. Geto resisted when his fingers were inches from gojos lips. “Who’s said you get to taste her first?” He asked, making gojo groan as he pulled harder against his friends hand.

“Cmonnn, you already got to taste her through her pants let me have this, pleeeeease~” he begged, pouting his lip out twords the dark haired man.

Suguru rolled his eyes, a small smirk gracing his featured before he relaxed his hand, letting gojo pull his wrist fully twords his mouth.

You watched with bated breathe as the interaction occurred between the men. Whining and feeling yourself throb when you watched gojo suck the other man’s large fingers into his mouth, watching his pretty eyes roll back in his head and moan at the taste of you on his tongue.

Gojo let out hums around the fingers, squeezing his eyes shut when they were pressed a little too deep down his throat.

Geto sucked his lip into his mouth, growing more and more impatient as the while haired man really took his time licking and sucking around his fingers, savoring the taste of you.

“Okay that’s enough of that, need to taste her myself” Geto announced, pulling his fingers from gojo’s mouth with a pop— resulting in the while haired man letting out a whine— Geto got back into place between your legs, laying down on his stomach and placing your bare legs over his shoulders.

His dark eyes looked up at you through his pretty lashes, bringing his head to your thigh as he bit down hard on the fat of your thigh, smiling when you winced at the feeling, trying to squeeze your legs together to no avail thanks to his hands.

“You ready to feel Suguru lick ur pretty little cunt?” gojo asked, his big hands finding home on your knees and spreading you open for the man between your thighs, “This is just like your porno.” He continued, giggling.

Abandoning one of his hands on your knee for a second to pull the laptop onto the bed and off to the left— not in the way, just so you could see the reference— the blonde pornstar was in the same predicament you were about to be in whenever geto decided to stop teasing you.

“Wanna see you squirt like her all over his face too, can you do that baby? You a squirter?” Gojo asked teasingly.

It was getting harder and harder to listen to the words they spoke, especially with Geto now kissing right around your pussy, occasionally moving his head down to suck hickeys into your inner thighs, it was making you dizzy.

“Dunno, I-i’ve never don’t it be-before.” you managed to get out. This made both of the men him and visibly perk up.

“Ohhohooo” Gojo laughed, “You will today,” He said assuredly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Gojo used one of his large hands to grip your jaw and direct your gaze twords suguru between your legs, “Keep your eyes on him baby, watch him eat your pussy.” Satoru instructed, bringing hi other hand under your shirt to massage your breast directly.

“So pretty,” Geto mumbled, keeping eye contact with you as he finally let his tongue poke out between his lips, letting it graze your neglected clit.

Your body jerked at the stimulation, legs trying and failing to snap shut thanks to sugurus strong hold. “Uh-uh keep them open for me pretty,” he tsked, flattening his tongue and pressing it against your folds.

The dark haired man drew figure eights with his tongue against your pussy, starting off slow. “ahhhh,” He let out, moaning against your cunt at the sweet taste.

Getos cock really might burst through his pants at this point. He tried grinding his bulge into the bed in slow but strong thrusts, matching the pace of his tongue against you to try and ease the ache he was feeling, but it was proving futile, he needed to make you cum— and fast— so he could feel your walls around his cock sooner.

“Fuuuuck, looks like that feel so good huh baby?” Gojo wined, pinching your nipple between his lithe fingers while he kept his sight on the man’s tongue connecting to your wetness, watching intently while the appendage rubbed back, and forth, against your clit.

“Yesyes, ‘s good fuck!” you wined when the dark haired man sped up his ministrations. “Awww, you guys sounds so cute together.” Gojo cooed in your ear, referring to the girl in porno and yourself.

You slightly averted your vision to the side, watching the other three in the video get up to the same antics the three of you were currently partaking in.

Their moans were turning you on, something about watching one of your fantasies unfold while it was happening to you at the same time was driving you crazy.

You already felt like cumming and geto had barely just touched his tongue to your clit.

He sucked the little bud into his mouth, humming around it, his tongue darting out every so often to give you some extra stimulation as he watched your eyes flit back and forth between the movie and his eyes.

“Fuck this is turning me on, feel like my dick is gonna explode,” Gojo confessed, biting his lip and bucking his hips into your lower back as he watched everything unfold, fingers still relentless on your nipple.

You were squirming around so much, wiggling back against gojo and unbeknownst to you— rubbing perfectly against his dick.

“Mmmm f-uck, cmere roomie,” Gojo yanked your jaw to the side so he had access to your lips, sticking his tongue in your mouth and kissing you like he was trying to steal the air from your lungs.

The three of you were getting so worked up. Geto’s ministrations we’re getting harder— his sucks against your clit and pressure of his tongue increasing, occasionally dipping his tongue into your hole to tongue fuck you as deep as he could manage, while simultaneously humping his clothed cock hard against the sheets.

Your hand came up to grip gojo by the wrist, holding his hand that was gripping your chin for stability as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm. “Gonna cum? Huh?” Gojo asked, his question rushed in between needy kisses.

“Gonna cum all over his face? Then ya’ gonna let us fuck you right?” He continued, his own voice rising in pitch when your squirming against his cock stimulated him just right.

Geto groned, keeping his attention on the two of you kissing while he shook his head back and forth against your wetness. The dark haired man hands were gripping your thighs hard enough to leave bruises as he used your body to keep himself grounded, fighting the urge to just pull out his cock and fuck you right this second.

“Oh fuck Geto I- I think i’m close” you moaned, your free hand coming down to grip his hair hard. His toes curled at the sensation, a tingle shooting down his spine at your rough grip in his hair.

“Shittt yesyesyes, ride his face baby, take what’s yours” Gojo encouraged, his usually pale face was dusted pink as he pulled away from the kiss, looking down at your pussy and how rough geto was eating you out— your gaze followed.

“Fuck- fuck- feels- haaaah, feels w-weird,” you wined, trying to squirm away from the stimulation as you felt something unfamiliar coil in your tummy. “nggggh- waaa-it wait-“ You insisted, trying to push Geto’s head off of you.

“Nooo it’s okay, ‘s not weird, let it out baby you’ll feel soooo fucking good I promise.” Gojo drunkenly smiled at you, trying not to bust in his pants watching the tears start to form in your eyes.

You squeezed your eyes shut, tipping your head back against his strong shoulder when it got too much, your legs shaking uncontrollably before you felt the coil snap.

“Mhm mhm mhmmm” you could barely register geto encouraging you through your orgasm as you started to squirt into his mouth. His greedy tongue lapped up your wetness at an inhuman speed, groaning at the taste and swallowing up every last drop.

“Holy fuck haha” Gojo laughed, his jaw dropping even lower as he watched the orgasm wrack your body, “Fuck I almost came,” he said, biting his lip as he watched your face contort, dropping his hand on your face down to your other breast and gripping it hard.

Gojo looked over to the video when you started coming down from your orgasm and realized that you and the pornstar had came at the same time, “So fucking cute, you guys came together, look-” He grabbed your limp face once more, directing it to the screen as you tried to take in her state.

Juices all over her legs, chest heaving up and down— much like your own— the man under her looked pussy drunk, heaving as heavily as the girl, the man behind her cooing at her and praising her through the aftershocks of her orgasm— they resembled the three of you greatly.

“Good fucking girl, knew you were a squirter,” he giggled. Geto looked a little more serious though, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before pressing one last kiss to your thigh, “I cant take it anymore,” he heaved out, dark eyes swarming with lust as he flipped your body over so you were in the doggystyle position.

“Woah woah slow down~” Gojo giggled, noticing how out of it you were, looking like you could pass out at any second from how hard you just came.

“Why don’t we give her a second huh? Pretty sure she almost died from coming that hard.” he laughed. Geto stayed silent, his eyes focusing on gojo while he spoke, the only sign that he was actually listening to the white haired fool being how geto’s grip on your waist loosed significantly as he gained back some of his rational.

“Come over here, I’ll help you out while she catches her breath” Gojo said, waving his bestfriend over. Geto sighed before he released you completely. Your tired body collapsed into Gojo’s thigh, his big hand came down to rub your head soothingly as he maintained eye contact with suguru.

When Geto finally made it to Gojo’s side of the bed, he placed his strong hand on the albinos upper thigh, leaning his weight on it before he let the white haired man lean in and kiss him.

You were absolutely stunned, you felt like the air had just been shot back into your lungs when their lips connected. You watched Gojo sloppily makeout with Geto the same way he did to you, it looked so natural, there was no way that hadn’t done this before.

You know Gojo had confessed that they jerked each other off but kissing felt too intimate for some reason.

You watched with bated breath as Gojo’s hand cupped Geto over his pants, you watched the mound throb against his hand while he rubbed it in his palm, as quick as his touch came he slipped his fingers under the band of geto’s sweats and boxers, and wrapped his hand around his girth.

Geto pulled away from the kiss, hissing through his teeth while he stared at his own crotch, watching gojo jerk him off.

“You enjoying the show?” Gojo smirked down at you. Your face flushed a deeper shade of crimson when you realized you had been caught. “Why don’t you come up here, huh?” He instructed.

Both men watched your shaky arms push your torso up, using the little strength you had in your body to crawl up to Geto and sit next to him, your knee bumping his outer thigh.

Geto stared at your parted lips before bringing his gaze back to your glassy eyes and smiling, “Help me out here, no way I’m gonna c-cum with Gojo’s lazy technique.” He teased, reaching his big hand to grab onto the back of your head and push your lips to his.

“Fuuuck, don’t leave me hanging” Gojo said, ignoring the jab because he knew Geto was all talk. The dark haired man was throbbing and leaking all over his fingers, but he uncharacteristic chose to not out his friend— if he did, Geto probably wouldn’t have reached his thick fingers into his pants and started jerking him off as well.

The three of you panted and gasped into the air, Getos moans were muffled by the kiss, and Gojo watched the two of you make out while he bucked his hips into Geto’s hand for more friction.

“Shiiiit, squeeze harder Suguru,” Gojo instructed, demonstrating his needs on geto’s cock, pumping him faster and applying more pressure to his sensitive tip when he stroked down his cock.

“Fuck” Geto pulled away, “Your lips are so fucking soft, shit-“ He groaned, his grip in your hair tightened when gojo sped up his ministrations on his cock.

Suguru matched his pace with gojo, the two of them moaning and panting in tandem as they approached their highs, “Shit- Fuck-“ Geto moaned against your lips, pressing his forhead into yours and digging his nails into Gojo thigh when the coil snapped.

“Yeaaahhh hahaha” Gojo groaned, watching his bestfriend cum first, hot ropes of his come easing the strokes over geto’s dick the more he released.

“Shit- Im coming too— don’t stop,” Gojo choked, the smirk he wore just seconds ago washing off his face as he gripped geto’s wrist, fucking his hips up into geto’s right tight fist, releasing his cum.

You watched out of the corner of your eye in awe as tremors wracked his body, slurs of ‘yesyesyes’ and curses slipping from the albinos lips as he fucked himself through his high using his bestfriends hand.

They both shuddered in the aftershocks of their orgasm, geto pressing his lips to yours once more when he finally caught his breath.

“What the hell do you guys get up to when I’m out of the house?” you asked in disbelief at how nonchalant they were about jerking each other off and cumming all over the other’s hand.

Gojo wiped his cum covered hand off on your sheets making you let out a little growl of annoyance, before he smiled, starting to strip himself of his now soiled pants and boxers, “Oh you know, normal guy stuff,” he giggled, crawling twords you, his heavy and still erected cock dangling between his legs.

You gulped at the sheer size of him, he was at least twice the size as the men’s cocks in the porno. You couldn’t really see anything more than their tips when they were jerking each other off in their pants, only being able to see the girth from the sliver of skin you saw.

Geto removed his hand from your thigh and copied gojo in ridding himself of his clothes, “We’ve only done that a couple times, not like one of us is taking it up the ass when you go to the store or anything.” Geto adds, which makes gojo laugh.

“Bet you would like that though~” Gojo teases, wiggling his eyebrows, which makes geto shudder.

Once geto had removed the last piece of his clothing—being his shirt— he rubbed his hand back over your thigh, gojo sitting next to him on his heels, staring at you intimidatingly.

“So, you ready for the good stuff now?” Geto asked, sliding his hand up your body till he reached your face, caressing the side of your cheek. “Saw in your little movie they were giving her some double penetration action, you think you can take it?” Geto asked smugly, licking his lips.

“I’ve uh, never done anal before so..” you paused, taking a second to take in the girth of getos cock, wondering how his cock; let alone both of them; would fit inside you, “go easy on me.” you finished, looking back and forth between the men.

“No promises.” Gojo spoke through a toothy grin, making you gulp.

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“I- I said go ea-syyyy” your hoarse voice squeaked out through their rough thrusts.

Gojo was behind you laying down on his back, he had you in a full nelson, his dick snug inside your ass while his feet were perched on the bed, fucking into you at an inhuman pace.

Geto was on top of you, chest to chest with you as he humped his girthy cock into your pussy. They had somehow convinced you to go without condoms, you were on birth control so you weren’t really worried, but with how they fucked like porn stars maybe you should be.

“Sorry sweetie, didn’t think your ass was gonna be this fucking tight haha,” Gojo laughed through a moan, his cock pistoning in and out of your tight ring.

“Still cant believe you took her anal virginity,” Geto scoffed, not being able to stay too mad at how perfectly your cunt was hugging his cock, already having milked his dick inside you twice.

“You say that like her pussy doesn’t have you coming like a v-virgin- fuck- don’t tighten up like that-“ Gojo chastized, emphasizing his words with a particularly hard thrust.

Geto’s thumb had been steadily rubbing circles on your clit for god knows how long, not even letting up when you came. “Ah! ah! ahn!” High pitched moans were being forced out of your lungs, you barely recognized the sound as your own voice, never having made anything that sounded remotely like this before during sex.

Geto was fucking straight into your gspot, and the precision of his thumb wasn’t helping, as the two of them fucked you straight into your forth orgasm of the night.

“Ohmygoddd, good fucking girl,” Geto praised, grabbing your chin in his face before letting it go and leaving a soft slap on your cheek, making you smile drunkenly.

“Nnghhhh- Fuuuuck- haaah, haaah,” Gojo released the breathe he was holding when your orgasm finished, “Thought she was gonna snap off my cock with that one” he giggled, gasping for breath feeling the twitches and spasms of your ass around him.

“God, gonna fucking cum again- open-“ Geto instructed quickly. Your mouth opened and your pretty pink tongue lolled out of your mouth with a smile still plastered on your face. Geto spit right into your mouth, crushing your cheeks in his hand when you closed your mouth and swallowed what he gave you.

“Yeah what a good little bitch,” He smirked when you stuck your tongue out again, showing him you swallowed. “Such a dirty girl~” Gojo cooed in your ear, sucking your lobe into his mouth as he fucked up into you faster, feeling himself reach his high as well.

Geto’s jaw dropped, his head tipping back as warm spurts filled you up once more, his load was so much thinner than before—having cum so many times inside you— “Take it take it- fuck-“ he stuttered, gasping as he stilled inside you, letting his hot ropes of cum full you up.

His orgasm was prolonged thanks to the thin wall of flesh separating Geto from gojo in your ass. He felt his albino bestfriend frantically fucking into your tight ring, cursing and gasping into the air when he stilled as well.

Gojo pressed his balls right up against your ass, making you whine at how he felt like he was in your fucking guts from how deep he was, “Sh-it ahhhh-“ Gojo gasped, his legs shaking and abs clenching under your back as his orgasm washed over him.

“Don’t think anything came out on that one heh-“ gojo giggled drunkenly, whispering against your ear when he spoke next, “Your tight ass milked me fucking dry.

The two men squeezed their eyes shut, tremors still zapping through their bodies as they let themselves catch their breath, keeping themselves snug inside your holes.

Both of the men’s attention was drawn back to you and out of their rest when they felt your tight walls squeeze around them, “m-more please, p-please give me more,” you whimpered, pouting your bottom lip out as you stared at geto in front of you, reaching your hand down to caress the back of gojos head so he knew you were talking to him too.

“Your kidding” Geto laughed, “Fucking insatiable,” Gojo added with an amused huff.

“Think we fucking broke her,” Geto smiled, glancing at gojo before he took your jaw in his hand, shaking your face back and forth, noticing how your eyes were all out of focus.

“She asked so nicely though,” Gojo reasoned, “Who are we to deny her? huh?” And Geto could think of no good reason to deny you at all.

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